This photo was taken after a slight drizzle during my brother’s birthday party at Fontana. I don’t know why but the world seems so much more colorful after rain. Probably because all the dust gets cleared, but more than the dirt, I think rain cleanses our perspective of what’s around us.

ShutterbugsPH followed my blog today!! And theeen I came upon their new mems post. I’ve always wanted to be part of a whole group of photographers with different styles and experiences that I can learn from. There’s Internet for all the style-hunting yes, but it’s different when you actually get to talk to the shooters (lol). Hopefully after a month or two of looking at all the wonderfully taken photographs I can distinguish my own style of capturing memories.

P.S. I think I flunked my Math long exam today. Boohoo.


You didn’t know them anymore; those cold creatures, warped up in their dark tunnel of pride. Each stranger has now ruined respective years of friendship. Silence has blurred out your conversations. How much can someone change in a short span of time? How abrupt can one habit change into another? “Maybe,” you think, “I never knew them at all.”  Maybe you didn’t look hard enough, didn’t listen enough, didn’t love or try to love enough.

Do they still remember you? Their friend, companion. Do they remember the treasures you’ve uncovered and painstakingly buried to keep safe? What bits of memories are still left?

In this process of denial you thought of an answer—an excuse, for every question. You have been blinded. You’ve so closely observed how they changed so quickly as if mimicking lightning. You’ve overlooked the possibility that maybe they did not move at all, but remained constant, while you twisted everything against you.

They did not know you anymore. You are cold, and warped up in your dark tunnel of selfish pride. You have now become a stranger in their eyes; your years of friendship you’ve put aside. You’ve blurred out your similarities. Since when have you been so drunk with foolish, egoistic confidence? Since you did not look, listen, love, or try to, they found no sense in looking, listening, loving someone who has been swallowed whole by narcissistic esteem.



I am a very (terribly) sentimental person. From receipts and tissue paper (clean and very significant ones okay), to confetti and rose petals (SS3 woohoo!), I keep them if they remind me of something really good. Photographs are even more important. I have tons of them from high school (who doesn’t? also saying it like that, I feel so old, haha!) in between notebooks, books, and my planner/s, so I felt the need to put them all together (easier to emo over). Even if you’re not as sentimental as I am, I swear, memories are best remembered when they’re not suddenly sliding out of the pages of your Math book.


A preview of my summer at Kumon! Filled with pesky little kids, art, meriendas, friends, and more. There’s less than a month before it all ends, and so far, spending my days at the center has made this one of the most enjoyable and memorable summer of mine yet.


This summer I decided to work on my photography skills (trans: I needed something productive to do) by joining Mr. A. Lising (English teacher slash photography guru) and Mr. E. Lising’s (official school photographer) PhotoWorX workshop held at Scho. It was a four-day workshop well spent since almost every question I’ve always wondered about my camera and the skill got answered with a few extra helpful tips.

We focused on one to two topics per day. After every lecture, we would have fieldwork around the school depending on the topic discussed. I didn’t take note of every lecture, but here were my results:

Day 1: Hallelujah aperture

Day 2: Homework

Since I couldn’t participate during fieldwork since my mom needed me at Kumon, I had to apply the lesson at home.

Day 3: H2O on the go!

Best fieldwork ever!! Soaked from the knees down because of the sprinkler~

Day 4: Yabang day which I did not take seriously. I mean, look at my first shot. My feet.

In the end what I really got to me was how much more tiring it is, but of course, someone who loves even the sound of a camera shutter wouldn’t even think of the body pain after a shoot. The key to being a great photographer is patience and passion.