Monday, September 30, 2013

The young folk vanishes

It was 8 o'clock and the night seemed darker than usual.
Johnny will be seeing his friends after months of solitude. He entered a busy tea shop along Maginhawa Street. Everyone inside looked busy killing time and everyone was with someone but he was all by himself. He was alone but he didn't feel at all empty. "Wintermelon. Large. Extra Sugar. Without Pearls." He ordered. His bags clung on to his shoulders like branches of an aging tree while he waited to be served.
"How's everything in Johnnyville?" Cried by the girl with the black frames. 
"Don't be so shocked, Johnny, it's only just been six months!"
 Strange hands suddenly covered Johnny's eyes and a deep tone echoed from his back, a voice so familiar, it made his heart beat like a hammer. "Hey, I know it's you, Sid!"
"Spot on, Johnny!"
Time went by in a heartbeat.
Korina suggested for the party to go someplace else. She needed alcohol. Her body was yearning for it. 
It was clear that her black frames could not hide her reasons for this sudden desire.
"One bucket of beer just for me. All mine, baby!" She cried. New friends arrived to support Korina's alcohol-fueled dinner.
[Inaudible chatting]









The night was coming to an end but the young folks seemed didn't mind. Everyone wanted to be in that moment where dreams can be easily grasped and reality can be abandoned even just for some little wonderful moments. They shared  stories and created memories that just faded to thin air.

***
(Circa '11)


Tuesday, April 3, 2012

By June I started using my late father's camera, a Canon AV-1.
What I felt that time was like I have the need to fill up a big hole in my life. Maybe this camera just serves as another link between me and him. Call me dramatic and shit, but whenever I'm using this camera, it's as if I am able to see those things he saw years before.
Well that's just me. Now more of the photos.


I took this months ago and all of us four are in different teams now. Well except for me and Raymond.
My team mates: Ahmad, Ninoy, and Raymond.

When we we're still in one team, Raphael, Grace, Ninoy, and Raymond




After office I went to Cubao for my nephew's third birthday.




 Next day Tiendesitas happened.


Monday, November 7, 2011

Crossings

It's been 7 months and I can almost still feel the wind flowing through my skin. Going to far off places can help me recharge my batteries and just think about life, family, friends, and the future. It's always been my thing to be concerned on what's going to happen next or what does the future hold. Some say I'm just being practical to plan things out. It's easier, I guess. Playing it safe is how a dear friend of mine described my living.
I'm gearing to a path that is safe and secure. But is it all worth it?

So when April came, so did the Holy week for us Catholics here in the Philippines.
For me it's somehow a breather that would help me let go and assess what I would want to do with my life. My soul-searching weekend started and luckily our family decided to go south on Maundy Thursday to do our duties as devout believers of the christian faith.



 We arrived somewhere in the Batangas province. The place was far, refreshingly quiet, and extremely windy. This is just the place I actually I hoped for. 

Bringing the camera was  a rewarding thing too. It's somehow gives me the opportunity to relax and let loose. Every click of the shutter is just a joy that I'm very fond of hearing. It gives me motivation, drive, and peace of mind. And that's what I needed during this trip.

Now here's my aunt and youngest cousin who automatically flashed their fresh faces while the camera takes its part.

One of the things that I love when going to grottos are the gloominess that surrounds it. Imagine how time went by in this place. Imagine how many faithful gathered and stared while the virgin witnessed their prayers and presence.

So let me take you how the rest of day went.

 

 





 

 

I've managed to finish a roll for this day and seriously, I kind of wanted to have brought an extra being that I'm with the whole family and the bonding with the cousins were just timeless.

Some say, when you capture photos, you capture memories.
Well for me these are not just memories, these are my most treasured stories.


So we went back to Manila during night time and did our share of the traditional Visita Iglesia.
But what struck me most was the homily at the Easter Vigil that we attended on Black Saturday. 


Technically I could not recall what he said totally, I mean, its been months since then and this post was extremely on my draft list. But one part of the homily literally shocked me to the very core. It's not being over dramatic or anything. He was just brutally honest or just simply, he was telling the truth that most of us are avoiding. He was talking about death.
 He reminded us to visualize ourselves inside the coffins and imagine ourselves dead. 
Then imagine looking at our tombstone and the important things that it showed:
Your name, birth date, death date, and occasionally an epitaph.
But what the most necessary is the in-between, the dash that separates your first day to be alive and your last day in living.
He reminded us to live. Live our lives and make the most out of it. Always ask ourselves if we have lived to the fullest and shape our in-between, this in-between.

We have only one life. 
How do you want to be remembered?
How did you lived?
Did you lived accordingly to what you have planned or on what have love?

These questions made me realize that I should keep on pursuing and do what I love so that in the end I could say to myself. I have lived well.



This October, the visionary that have changed the world have passed away. Steve Jobs have inspired millions and still continues to give wisdom and knowledge even to the likes of me. During the week of his death and all events that were happening, I stumbled upon an archive of him giving a commencement address to the graduating class of 2005 in Standford University. His voice was commanding and reassuring and his words just transcends and shakes me to the very core. It's like the perfect answer to my questions. He quoted: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." And he goes: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" He added: "And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something." He mentioned that 
"The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle."
True enough, he didn't settle. He helped shaped a generation's future. He change the course of history. This is why I am so inspired with all the he have said in that address. I need to keep looking for the things I love to which it could greatly help me live my life to the very best. And at the end of the day if I have lived my days knowing that I've done what I love then I can finally rest and be at peace.


Thursday, April 21, 2011

Though winds of change are throwing wild and free, You ain't seen nothing like me yet.


I wanted to do some field shots and my friend, Nina was just about too game about it as well.
So we went to a very refreshing place called UP. 

Thing is, Nina really wanted to meet because she needed to tell me something about her present life.

Mainly about boys, bitches and changes.
But first, Mandatory shots!







 Awkward, I'm so thin, I can't even look at myself. Ugh. I need to do something about this!



Change. What a wonderful thing. I read some quote saying that "there's no life when there's no change". I mean, I totally agree. But why it is so painful? Maybe it's a thing that we must endure so that when we look back we would recall how carefree and unsuspecting we were back then.  
 Meeting friends once in a while is like living a dream. Seriously. 
 And when you have that time. All you gotta do is to cherish every moment of it.
 They say friends come and go. And it is a privilege to have real friends that will remain that even if you drift apart you still have some time to catch up once in a while.
 For me, those times and relationships are what we really should treasure and hold most dear.


Hearing all that's happening in her life right now made me look back what we we're before: Young. Naive. Free.

Times now after graduating really made us mature. We cried and laughed more. But so many lessons were learned.

Things and people really do change. 

But I know that what ever happens we will manage!

We shall forever be the no judging breakfast club tea party people. Haha. 

Iloveyoumydearfriend!