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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Difference
The difference is
I know you try your hardest
To love me
While you can't see
I try my hardest
To stop loving you
I know you try your hardest
To love me
While you can't see
I try my hardest
To stop loving you
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
No Umbrella
Love is
No umbrella
Whilst rain is falling
Gentle taps
To whipping droplets
Whenst gentle breeze
Can turn freezing cold
Nourishment can be
Droughts to floods
Sensations
When not abated
Can be illness
No umbrella
Whilst rain is falling
Gentle taps
To whipping droplets
Whenst gentle breeze
Can turn freezing cold
Nourishment can be
Droughts to floods
Sensations
When not abated
Can be illness
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Lowered Expectations
So things happened almost as expected.
That all-too-familiar pain is burning sensation in the pitt of your stomach, clouding your head and stinging your eyes.
Yet another soul-calibrating experience.
It was deliberate and patient. It was oberservant and objective. It was careful. It was honest. It was discreet enough to allow friendship to blossom. It was sweet.
Now, it just 'was'. You knew it was coming. You knew the first time you 'hoped' it will swing your way, it won't. When you started 'praying', it was signal that it was not to be. Like everything else.
So you're proud of your pain threshhold. Let's see it.
That all-too-familiar pain is burning sensation in the pitt of your stomach, clouding your head and stinging your eyes.
Yet another soul-calibrating experience.
It was deliberate and patient. It was oberservant and objective. It was careful. It was honest. It was discreet enough to allow friendship to blossom. It was sweet.
Now, it just 'was'. You knew it was coming. You knew the first time you 'hoped' it will swing your way, it won't. When you started 'praying', it was signal that it was not to be. Like everything else.
So you're proud of your pain threshhold. Let's see it.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Fault
I guess it's all my fault.
I cared for you too much that you didn't have to care for me. I'd stay up late so you wouldn't have to. I'd anticipate the problems so they would never reach you. I'll suffer the pain and cushion the blow.
I was never able to sweep you off your feet... because I carried you from the very beginning.
I cared for you too much that you didn't have to care for me. I'd stay up late so you wouldn't have to. I'd anticipate the problems so they would never reach you. I'll suffer the pain and cushion the blow.
I was never able to sweep you off your feet... because I carried you from the very beginning.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Another Month. Another Week. Another Day.
It's September. It's getting cold and people are preparing for the season of giving. People are rearing to receive the things they don't even know they need.
It's getting a tad bit heavier every day. Limbs moves a bit slower, harder to get from point A to point B.
We tread on.
Time passes with or without our permission. It's our responsiblity to catch up, no matter how impossible; no matter how painful.
It's getting a tad bit heavier every day. Limbs moves a bit slower, harder to get from point A to point B.
We tread on.
Time passes with or without our permission. It's our responsiblity to catch up, no matter how impossible; no matter how painful.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Change
I used to hate driving.
I used to not go out... anywhere.
I used to hate rap/hip-hop/R&B and anything dancy.
I used to hate being a wheel.
I used to hate waiting, being patient, and the like.
I used to not mind not replying.
I used to never noticed details.
Then i drive until my knees swell.
Go anywhere I can, always be available.
Listen and review whatever genre that's needed.
Revel in the happiness of others.
And I am still waiting.
Alone.
Scrutinizing every detail.
After all that, I still have to prepare for a graceful crumble... yet again.
I used to not go out... anywhere.
I used to hate rap/hip-hop/R&B and anything dancy.
I used to hate being a wheel.
I used to hate waiting, being patient, and the like.
I used to not mind not replying.
I used to never noticed details.
Then i drive until my knees swell.
Go anywhere I can, always be available.
Listen and review whatever genre that's needed.
Revel in the happiness of others.
And I am still waiting.
Alone.
Scrutinizing every detail.
After all that, I still have to prepare for a graceful crumble... yet again.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
It Doesn't Hurt
It's not like you broke a bone, tore your skin, or something. It's a little blip on the chest. So what?
It's nothing so it shouldn't be a big deal. People go through far worse. It shouldn't affect the way you think and feel. It shouldn't affect the way you perceive and judge things. It's the regular course of life. There are ups and downs and even if one side is severely favored, that's the way it goes.
Enjoy the simple things in life: three square meals a day and a roof over you head, the occasional stick of cigarette or two.
It doesn't hurt. It shouldn't, right?
It's nothing so it shouldn't be a big deal. People go through far worse. It shouldn't affect the way you think and feel. It shouldn't affect the way you perceive and judge things. It's the regular course of life. There are ups and downs and even if one side is severely favored, that's the way it goes.
Enjoy the simple things in life: three square meals a day and a roof over you head, the occasional stick of cigarette or two.
It doesn't hurt. It shouldn't, right?
Monday, July 07, 2008
Boat
It's slowly sinking in.
Very slowly.
Well, we've always known it'll probably end up like this. Probably. That's the operative word that makes a fool, courageous -- in turn making 7% of the population extremely elated with a positive result, and the rest of us just schmucks.
We're 97%, the majority, and yet why does it feel like we're so alone in our misery?
It's a lot more painful than I thought it would be, realizing that, most likely, you won't get what you've been aching to get. Regardless of the preparation, the psyching-yourself-up, it still hurts when it does happen. Compound that with it being agonizingly calculating, deliberately moving. Like a knife being slipped in the pit of your stomach -- a millimeter at a time.
And when the hilt touches your pierced skin, it still won't stop there. Now, you slowly turn the blade -- a degree an minute. Even if it's impossibly unbearable, it's not as if you can tel time, "can you speed it up a little and fast forward to roses and daisies?"
Then you realize no matter how you think it's unbearable, it's still bearable (duh). You just wish that you didn't have to. Then you'll wake up one day finally sporting that giddy smile everyone hopes you'd be wearing... Then we'll all hope that everything that's happening now... all the slow, deliberate, painful things... are worth it.
Very slowly.
Well, we've always known it'll probably end up like this. Probably. That's the operative word that makes a fool, courageous -- in turn making 7% of the population extremely elated with a positive result, and the rest of us just schmucks.
We're 97%, the majority, and yet why does it feel like we're so alone in our misery?
It's a lot more painful than I thought it would be, realizing that, most likely, you won't get what you've been aching to get. Regardless of the preparation, the psyching-yourself-up, it still hurts when it does happen. Compound that with it being agonizingly calculating, deliberately moving. Like a knife being slipped in the pit of your stomach -- a millimeter at a time.
And when the hilt touches your pierced skin, it still won't stop there. Now, you slowly turn the blade -- a degree an minute. Even if it's impossibly unbearable, it's not as if you can tel time, "can you speed it up a little and fast forward to roses and daisies?"
Then you realize no matter how you think it's unbearable, it's still bearable (duh). You just wish that you didn't have to. Then you'll wake up one day finally sporting that giddy smile everyone hopes you'd be wearing... Then we'll all hope that everything that's happening now... all the slow, deliberate, painful things... are worth it.
Friday, July 04, 2008
Apparently...
And yet another of them sinking-feeling-in-the-pit-of-your-stomach bit.
Can't I get used to another emotion other than pain and/or rejection? I mean nothing has even started and I already feel like a muck.
Can't I get used to another emotion other than pain and/or rejection? I mean nothing has even started and I already feel like a muck.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Turn Tail
Turn tail and run. That's what's been ringing in my head for a while now. Coincidentally a new song from the Young Knives as well. I haven't articulated how I really felt recently because it's be a mileu of emotions for quite some time now.
My wish to disappear here is still there, though I have friends now that I don't think I will enjoy leaving that much. I read books that say that time passes even for us, broken hearted, broken spirited, us with broken souls. Time passes no matter how it aches, and it will not wait for us no matter how much we beg. We shant get left behind because it will just compound our present misery by adding future oportunity lost.
An upcoming opportunity to just disappear is fast approaching and I cannot turn a blind eye on a potential escape -- a fresh start. Funny this comes now when life has been... dare I say... better than crappy of late. But time passes, even for me. It's a chance to move. Just something new in this life under-appreaciation.
I know I have vowed before... but I will try to write more. In the hopes of someone reading, I will log what's in my lethargic head. Maybe someone will notice.
My wish to disappear here is still there, though I have friends now that I don't think I will enjoy leaving that much. I read books that say that time passes even for us, broken hearted, broken spirited, us with broken souls. Time passes no matter how it aches, and it will not wait for us no matter how much we beg. We shant get left behind because it will just compound our present misery by adding future oportunity lost.
An upcoming opportunity to just disappear is fast approaching and I cannot turn a blind eye on a potential escape -- a fresh start. Funny this comes now when life has been... dare I say... better than crappy of late. But time passes, even for me. It's a chance to move. Just something new in this life under-appreaciation.
I know I have vowed before... but I will try to write more. In the hopes of someone reading, I will log what's in my lethargic head. Maybe someone will notice.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Featured in Times Square
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Officemate
One day you will say it and I will crumble gracefully like I practiced a million times in front of the mirror.
And that day, as I waft across the crowded room, escaping the jaws of tears, you will try to explain, but no matter how I try to compose and re-compose myself, I won't be able to keep together and I will just leave.
I can't understand why you would do such a thing. Why now, when you have an over-abundance of love that even other people cannot imagine? Why now when you know you are with the few friends that you have? Why now when I am here, hopelessly, desperately, excruciatingly waiting for you... a chance to be with you?
What was there that felt so good that you risked -- knew -- losing all of this?
What can I do? When I'm asked who (or what) you are, I stammer and just end up not saying anything -- fearing (and knowing) that no words an describe "you" and "us". I gave you my entire world, knowing you cannot reciprocate, knowing you are too much of a coward to do anything, knowing I will die in the process, not asking for anything in return -- not asking anything at all.
All you've given me is this anxiety.
And that day, as I waft across the crowded room, escaping the jaws of tears, you will try to explain, but no matter how I try to compose and re-compose myself, I won't be able to keep together and I will just leave.
I can't understand why you would do such a thing. Why now, when you have an over-abundance of love that even other people cannot imagine? Why now when you know you are with the few friends that you have? Why now when I am here, hopelessly, desperately, excruciatingly waiting for you... a chance to be with you?
What was there that felt so good that you risked -- knew -- losing all of this?
What can I do? When I'm asked who (or what) you are, I stammer and just end up not saying anything -- fearing (and knowing) that no words an describe "you" and "us". I gave you my entire world, knowing you cannot reciprocate, knowing you are too much of a coward to do anything, knowing I will die in the process, not asking for anything in return -- not asking anything at all.
All you've given me is this anxiety.
Friday, May 09, 2008
Generous Session
Who am I to ask for anything? Who am I to say how it eats me up inside how I can only wait for details to come vicarously through conversation? What right do I have to share the harrowing pain tearing through my soul when your not around, let alone, with someone else? I am just like everyone else... exaclty like everyone else... no different.
So I chug Generoso until my throat burns and my stomach churns. I run until my knees cave. I punch until my knuckles bleed and my shoulders pop out of their sockets. I deal in whatever way I can. Then, I listen as you say you are happier to see my life is all better.
Who am I to say anything at all? Because who am I to ask for anything? What right do I have aside from any other lay person? My words are no different from anybody else's.
So I chug Generoso until my throat burns and my stomach churns. I run until my knees cave. I punch until my knuckles bleed and my shoulders pop out of their sockets. I deal in whatever way I can. Then, I listen as you say you are happier to see my life is all better.
Who am I to say anything at all? Because who am I to ask for anything? What right do I have aside from any other lay person? My words are no different from anybody else's.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
It's Been a Long Time Coming
It's been too long a time since my last post.
There's been so much good and bad things all around that I just can't go into the details anymore, but I can, as usual, provide a rock ass summary of the things I've done and places I've been the past few weeks.
Photoshoots
Newest photo shoots for the team were of Nikka and Aimee at the Casa and around Rancho Estate 1. It was cool being able to practice strobing outdoors. We we also able to do a shoot with an old Studio 8 friend, Criela.
I also did my own little portrait gallery entitled, "Talking Heads". We'll see how that goes along as well.
Work
I've been beat up even more at work, which is sad because I have lost all sense on inspiration there. I do have a couple of campaigns coming out the next few days so that should be interesting.
Travels
Latest addition to the travel log is CamSur where me, a few of my friends and the group of Travel Factor all went to wakeboard and visit a few churches. Awesomest trip so far this year!
Family
We've also just finished the wake and the interment of my grandfather who passed away at the age of 73 from a lot of complications. It's good that he's able to rest now.
So that's it for now. I'm still alone, still just boxing. So how have you been?
There's been so much good and bad things all around that I just can't go into the details anymore, but I can, as usual, provide a rock ass summary of the things I've done and places I've been the past few weeks.
Photoshoots
Newest photo shoots for the team were of Nikka and Aimee at the Casa and around Rancho Estate 1. It was cool being able to practice strobing outdoors. We we also able to do a shoot with an old Studio 8 friend, Criela.
I also did my own little portrait gallery entitled, "Talking Heads". We'll see how that goes along as well.
Work
I've been beat up even more at work, which is sad because I have lost all sense on inspiration there. I do have a couple of campaigns coming out the next few days so that should be interesting.
Travels
Latest addition to the travel log is CamSur where me, a few of my friends and the group of Travel Factor all went to wakeboard and visit a few churches. Awesomest trip so far this year!
Family
We've also just finished the wake and the interment of my grandfather who passed away at the age of 73 from a lot of complications. It's good that he's able to rest now.
So that's it for now. I'm still alone, still just boxing. So how have you been?
Monday, April 14, 2008
Ponderful Anawangin
So I am back from the island mountains of Anawangin, Zambales where a big group of nature-lovers and I spent the weekend out of cyber contact.
No mobile signal. No electricity apart from batteries. You won't have food unless you brought some and pottable water was a bit hard to come by. No proper comode, just a nice beach and clear waters, rolling, rocky hills all around. Tall, dried pine trees provide somewhat of a shade from the seering sun. It was all good.
Now back in the office, I come with a recharged body and a bit of a heavy heart. The long hours of lounging on the hammock, scratching on my pad, sleeping on the earth, provided a whole lot of time to really immerse myself with all the issues floating around. No excuse for "more time" anymore.
Conclusion: I am not as smart as I hoped I would be. I was always the Batman, coming up with a weird ass solution to the most complicated of problems.
Not this time.
I thought if you thought hard enough, worked hard enough, prayed, that you will get what you think you deserve. I thought that bad luck will let up and some form of Higher Being will cut you some slack. I thought that, despite knowing there are things that you can't do anything about, doing your "best" will remedy that.
There are things that you cannot do anything about. It's up to them. There are people that will not have the heart to fight, or see what is needed to be seen -- what is right in front of them.
Awesome pictures of Anawangin to follow. I am at work anyway. God I can't wait for CamSur.
No mobile signal. No electricity apart from batteries. You won't have food unless you brought some and pottable water was a bit hard to come by. No proper comode, just a nice beach and clear waters, rolling, rocky hills all around. Tall, dried pine trees provide somewhat of a shade from the seering sun. It was all good.
Now back in the office, I come with a recharged body and a bit of a heavy heart. The long hours of lounging on the hammock, scratching on my pad, sleeping on the earth, provided a whole lot of time to really immerse myself with all the issues floating around. No excuse for "more time" anymore.
Conclusion: I am not as smart as I hoped I would be. I was always the Batman, coming up with a weird ass solution to the most complicated of problems.
Not this time.
I thought if you thought hard enough, worked hard enough, prayed, that you will get what you think you deserve. I thought that bad luck will let up and some form of Higher Being will cut you some slack. I thought that, despite knowing there are things that you can't do anything about, doing your "best" will remedy that.
There are things that you cannot do anything about. It's up to them. There are people that will not have the heart to fight, or see what is needed to be seen -- what is right in front of them.
Awesome pictures of Anawangin to follow. I am at work anyway. God I can't wait for CamSur.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Out of Reach Reply: Anawangin
I shall be in the boondocks of Zambales from Friday night to Sunday afternoon and will not have access to anything (even a decent comode) until I get back to civilization. We shall be trekking the island mountains of Anawangin and Capones on Saturday. I hope to take some awesome, awesome pictures!
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Project: Massacre
I will spending the week or so doing a momentous project that will drain every ounce of creativity that I have in me.
I've always wanted to fill a book with poems... so now I will. I will stuff my favorite little Charlie Chaplin notebook with poems and proses from end to end, and when complete, I will throw it away. Let's see if I can.
I'll check back for updates.
I've always wanted to fill a book with poems... so now I will. I will stuff my favorite little Charlie Chaplin notebook with poems and proses from end to end, and when complete, I will throw it away. Let's see if I can.
I'll check back for updates.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
My Destiny Deux
I am not exaggerating -- everything is in the shitter... everything.
In all honestly, I cannnot take anything else anymore. So, God, Allah, Bathala, Beelzebul, whoever or whatever You are, please, I'm through. You don't have to cut me some slack anymore. Just stop kicking me when I'm already down.
In all honestly, I cannnot take anything else anymore. So, God, Allah, Bathala, Beelzebul, whoever or whatever You are, please, I'm through. You don't have to cut me some slack anymore. Just stop kicking me when I'm already down.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
My Destiny
My Destiny (internet) sucks!
I haven't had internet for the past week! Earlier this week, it was because of server problems. Now, unpaid balances. It seems that I always get those every month! The most inconvenient is that it happens when I need internet the most.
Aside from missing shows, I haven't uploaded shots I took over the weekend, lowering my status as the insanely fast post process-er. I've also not been sleeping well as of late and usually surfing helps me pass the time and I get some stuff done both for my site and for work.
This sucks! Now I have to pay for the bill and hope I get reimbursed.
In other news
I got the LensCoat for my 24-70L. It looks insanely cool! One of my favorite lenses is now white woodland camo! White! I can't wait to use it later at the fashion show a few of my photo buddies are covering for my old friend, Sam. That's additional shots to post process and upload. I really, really need to have my connection soon!
Also, work has been beating me up. I guess, aside from my dreams, that's the main reason why I really can't sleep -- overwhelming dread for the workday. I can't wait for the workout session to determine what really is my career path and job function. After then, I can really reflect and decide to stay and make this work or just move on. Don't get me wrong, I love my former function and the idea of my job. If it were just me, I'd make this my permanent professional home. If it were just me. There's just nothing really worth the sacrifice in the immediate vicinity. My real friends are gone, the work is menial, and the thought of career growth seems to have faded a long time ago. Still, I will hold off judgement until I get all the angles of the story. I'd like to think that the powers at be have put even a little thought on my career and on me personally. I know I have a little value in this company, but I feel that they find my value lower than what I think I am... it'll make things a lot easier for me.
I haven't had internet for the past week! Earlier this week, it was because of server problems. Now, unpaid balances. It seems that I always get those every month! The most inconvenient is that it happens when I need internet the most.
Aside from missing shows, I haven't uploaded shots I took over the weekend, lowering my status as the insanely fast post process-er. I've also not been sleeping well as of late and usually surfing helps me pass the time and I get some stuff done both for my site and for work.
This sucks! Now I have to pay for the bill and hope I get reimbursed.
In other news
I got the LensCoat for my 24-70L. It looks insanely cool! One of my favorite lenses is now white woodland camo! White! I can't wait to use it later at the fashion show a few of my photo buddies are covering for my old friend, Sam. That's additional shots to post process and upload. I really, really need to have my connection soon!
Also, work has been beating me up. I guess, aside from my dreams, that's the main reason why I really can't sleep -- overwhelming dread for the workday. I can't wait for the workout session to determine what really is my career path and job function. After then, I can really reflect and decide to stay and make this work or just move on. Don't get me wrong, I love my former function and the idea of my job. If it were just me, I'd make this my permanent professional home. If it were just me. There's just nothing really worth the sacrifice in the immediate vicinity. My real friends are gone, the work is menial, and the thought of career growth seems to have faded a long time ago. Still, I will hold off judgement until I get all the angles of the story. I'd like to think that the powers at be have put even a little thought on my career and on me personally. I know I have a little value in this company, but I feel that they find my value lower than what I think I am... it'll make things a lot easier for me.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
An Inconvenient Realization...
I know you love me.
Whatever you or everyone else say, I made you love me. Underneath that crass, cunning, crookedly captivating smile of yours, I made you love me.
Thing only thing is... I don't know how much.
I just think if I leave, I don't think you love me enough to make me stay.
Whatever you or everyone else say, I made you love me. Underneath that crass, cunning, crookedly captivating smile of yours, I made you love me.
Thing only thing is... I don't know how much.
I just think if I leave, I don't think you love me enough to make me stay.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Over Dew
Since I am going to increase the throttle on my photography (as well as my boxing every chance I get), I will be posting less photos here, and more on my professional photo site. I will however put lots and lots of links from here to my sites in Blogger, Multiply and Flickr. They will have tons of updates about my shoots because I have shoots and trips lined up for the next several weeks.
Clicketh Jongtography and pass the word! If you can link that site, that'd be awesome! Check some of my work and tell your friends.
Recap
Since I am doing this all from memory, it will better to do it in reverse-chronology. It's a Sunday and I've just finished doing at shoot with the Nikonians at Maic's Gym, Marikina. We shot Aileen and Janus. Don't worry, will link their shots in a bit. As fast as I post process, I still have some backlogs with the numerous shoots that we had the past few days.
Yesterday, Saturday, the Tulis Boys, Jerico and Aaron, brought Macy and Kath for another round at The Casa. I am actually not done processing some of their shots so just check back for updates.
After the shoot, I swung by Chris', my photo buddy and Studio 8 owner, then proceeded to Allan's Grill to meet with the Quorum Citi Girls. I was able to take some really cool art shots but I haven't uploaded it yet so I'll link that later.
Friday, a lot of something should've happened, but didn't. Good thing the Quorum swung by the house to drink beer, smoke and talk about their love lives. It was a chillaxing time tough. Oh, and had lunch with the Communications and HR teams at Banana Leaf Rockwell. Good food! I got people brownies. I worked a lot Friday. That sucks.
Thursday was Quorum Cindy's birthday but we didn't do anything. I do what I usually do when nothing or no one wants to be with yours truly, I box!
Wednesday was a bit of OK. After work, had some drinks (even saw kambal Jose) and swung by Carl's to talk. The events of this day will just be committed to memory.
Tuesday was badminton day. On the way though, I swung by iStudio to upgrade the RAM of Whitey to 2GB! Now I post process even faster. I also got a few other stuff for other people.
Monday, was a blur. I guess even my long-term memory lasts only a week long. Oh, I had a yummy dinner at Cafe La Nuovo, Forbes! The salmon pasta is superb!
Clicketh Jongtography and pass the word! If you can link that site, that'd be awesome! Check some of my work and tell your friends.
Recap
Since I am doing this all from memory, it will better to do it in reverse-chronology. It's a Sunday and I've just finished doing at shoot with the Nikonians at Maic's Gym, Marikina. We shot Aileen and Janus. Don't worry, will link their shots in a bit. As fast as I post process, I still have some backlogs with the numerous shoots that we had the past few days.
Yesterday, Saturday, the Tulis Boys, Jerico and Aaron, brought Macy and Kath for another round at The Casa. I am actually not done processing some of their shots so just check back for updates.
After the shoot, I swung by Chris', my photo buddy and Studio 8 owner, then proceeded to Allan's Grill to meet with the Quorum Citi Girls. I was able to take some really cool art shots but I haven't uploaded it yet so I'll link that later.
Friday, a lot of something should've happened, but didn't. Good thing the Quorum swung by the house to drink beer, smoke and talk about their love lives. It was a chillaxing time tough. Oh, and had lunch with the Communications and HR teams at Banana Leaf Rockwell. Good food! I got people brownies. I worked a lot Friday. That sucks.
Thursday was Quorum Cindy's birthday but we didn't do anything. I do what I usually do when nothing or no one wants to be with yours truly, I box!
Wednesday was a bit of OK. After work, had some drinks (even saw kambal Jose) and swung by Carl's to talk. The events of this day will just be committed to memory.
Tuesday was badminton day. On the way though, I swung by iStudio to upgrade the RAM of Whitey to 2GB! Now I post process even faster. I also got a few other stuff for other people.
Monday, was a blur. I guess even my long-term memory lasts only a week long. Oh, I had a yummy dinner at Cafe La Nuovo, Forbes! The salmon pasta is superb!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Can No Longer Catch Up
First of all, Casa de Clemente is the next location hot spot for photo pros and hobbyists alike!
Jongtography
Aside from shooting the amazing Aimee Bernice and Rea, my dream of shooting the Hollmann Twins also turned into a reality the past few weeks. On the photography front, I am quite good. I gained a few more friends, I beefed my folio and learned a thing or two. I was even invited to teach photgraphy to a group of families with pay!
The past few weeks also, I was hired to shoot for Sassy Shoppe Accessories, makers of dog harnesses and bags. What I learned there was -- dogs are fuckin' hard to shoot! It was good money though. A couple of grand for a few hours of work with free food! I was sweating like a pig the whole time and I did over my work lunchbreak.
Walks
I won't even bother putting it in chronological order. I saw mama May and Maf for a quick dinner, then had grocery (I thnk that was a Wednesday), then went to a Erds' Congratulations Party and Karen and Kaye's Birthday at Ponti. Had this long ass Marketing Booth one Saturday then swung by my bro, Kris Aquino's, birthday.
Then we had the shoots, what else?
I also had a nice catch up dinner last Tuesday at Secret Recipe, a quick Central session Wednesday night then bummed for the Holy Week holidays. Went traveling Good Friday and went to heaven and back... but that was after I had that teaching gig.
Then the twins' shoot.
Late coffee during Black Saturday. So things are quite nice, tiring but nice. I need to go box and clear my head.
Anyway, I just suggest you guys keep visiting Jongtography because there will be lots of shoots that will be posted there the next few days. Also, if you want clearer pictures, my Flickr is the place to be. Drop a line or two at my pro photo Multiply if you can as well.
Jongtography
Aside from shooting the amazing Aimee Bernice and Rea, my dream of shooting the Hollmann Twins also turned into a reality the past few weeks. On the photography front, I am quite good. I gained a few more friends, I beefed my folio and learned a thing or two. I was even invited to teach photgraphy to a group of families with pay!
The past few weeks also, I was hired to shoot for Sassy Shoppe Accessories, makers of dog harnesses and bags. What I learned there was -- dogs are fuckin' hard to shoot! It was good money though. A couple of grand for a few hours of work with free food! I was sweating like a pig the whole time and I did over my work lunchbreak.
Walks
I won't even bother putting it in chronological order. I saw mama May and Maf for a quick dinner, then had grocery (I thnk that was a Wednesday), then went to a Erds' Congratulations Party and Karen and Kaye's Birthday at Ponti. Had this long ass Marketing Booth one Saturday then swung by my bro, Kris Aquino's, birthday.
Then we had the shoots, what else?
I also had a nice catch up dinner last Tuesday at Secret Recipe, a quick Central session Wednesday night then bummed for the Holy Week holidays. Went traveling Good Friday and went to heaven and back... but that was after I had that teaching gig.
Then the twins' shoot.
Late coffee during Black Saturday. So things are quite nice, tiring but nice. I need to go box and clear my head.
Anyway, I just suggest you guys keep visiting Jongtography because there will be lots of shoots that will be posted there the next few days. Also, if you want clearer pictures, my Flickr is the place to be. Drop a line or two at my pro photo Multiply if you can as well.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Little Did He Know...
That he already fell... into the abyss that confuses pain with normalcy, chance with impossibility... love and death.
Little did he know that he was already dying each time they met. Like a perfect cloud, big, fluffy and white for a fleeting moment, scattering after then, though, still big, fluffy and white... just scattered.
The light pierces through him. It hurts... so much that thinking about it would be pointless. He cannot regret feeling, because it is not something that one can fully control. He cannot wish to not have been in the position to experience this soul-calibrating life event because... well... it's a soul-calibrating life event.
He did not wish to be enmored and yet he is. He fights it with every ounce of his being -- to no avail. At best, he is composed. At worst, there's this burning feeling in his chest that consumes him in anger, for not being blessed enough to get his heart's desire, and despair, for not knowing what to do to raise his chances -- not knowing what will make him deserving. In between, he is exhausted fighting off the fantasies knowing that when he gives in, he will be lost in his day dream. He is deflated.
He takes a deep breath. He sighs. He allows himself to covet from afar. He shouldn't anymore though. He can't help it. He forever counts the seconds until they next meet, but they never do. He sees her, but never she never sees the real him. He's always in pain, hiding, cowering like a sissy girl, afraid to be found out. She sees a brittle shell of masks and make-believe.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
What?
I've been wondering... what have I been doing? Seriously.
I really don't know what's going on anymore. What am I? What are we? How do I fit in the mechanism of life? Am I just a cog? The fuel? The engine?
What do I want to be?
I know what I want to be. I just don't know how to get from point-A to point-B safely. The consequences far out weigh the benefits and I don't think I can survive not getting the benefits.
I pray now. I go to Church. I box and diet religiously. Who have I become? On paper, it's an improvement from the lethargic person I was, but what's happening?
Actually... I do know what's up... and it fucking hurts.
I really don't know what's going on anymore. What am I? What are we? How do I fit in the mechanism of life? Am I just a cog? The fuel? The engine?
What do I want to be?
I know what I want to be. I just don't know how to get from point-A to point-B safely. The consequences far out weigh the benefits and I don't think I can survive not getting the benefits.
I pray now. I go to Church. I box and diet religiously. Who have I become? On paper, it's an improvement from the lethargic person I was, but what's happening?
Actually... I do know what's up... and it fucking hurts.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Another Week that Was
Since I've been beating myself up with boxing the past few weeks, I haven't been posting much, which is weird because I have been out a lot.
So here's the digest version, I was able to hang out with best friends Bru and Wheng at Off the Grill ... I was also able to go to Carl's brother's birthday celebration ... Sunday, I was able to shoot the alluring newly-wed, Macy, at Studio 8 again ... And in between Macy's sets, I was able to jet to Antipolo to shoot Lanie and Ramil's pre nup ... Just a while ago, I was able to quickly pass by to see Maf and May, former Keppel officemates ...
Packed, huh? Well I wish there was more to do. For now, I just want to box and shoot and be with friends. Instead, I slave at work most of the time. Oh, well...
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Away
You don't even look back
When you walk away
You don't even see
My soft gaze
I can't take my eyes off you
And you don't have a care
Or you do, but not enough
You see me
But not through and through
You feel me
But not as I do
And your love
Yes, your love
Is a pin drop
Compared to my waterfall
I don't mind at all
Just, sometimes
Look at me when you walk away
And let me know
If you want me to stay
Monday, March 03, 2008
Friggin' Exhausting Past Few Days
Literally just chunk change sleep since Thursday culminated into a knock out after Saturday's Tides session with Carl and the Hereforders.
I finished boxing quite late last Thursday. I didn't realize I have that much pent up frustrations about everything. I actually busted my glove already! A month into boxing and I need to get another glove! My trainer says I punch too hard. I told him to back the hell off!
Friday was quite a long day as well. After the usual long workday, I joined the Main Branch people for some drinking and dining at Conrad's by the Airport Road. Afterwhich, I still swung by Merville to hang. I was already falling asleep on the way home, having to stop a few times to snooze by some road. Kicker is, I still had to be up at 5 AM the next day to set up for the Townhall in Makati.
So I got to Makati Sports Club a little before 7 AM on a Saturday to set up for our office's event. Like I tell my friends, I am an underpaid "kargador" and flyer-maker. The thing ran up to noon then I had a bite and a drink at Friday's High Street with the MB people again before I headed out of town for the afternoon and the early part of that night. Now, this day was long, waking up early driving up and down the Metro and still ending up in Tides with Carl and the Hereforders for some Bad Trip and tons of grilled meat! I was so exhausted that Li had to drive home. As soon as I switched with her, I was snoring (according to Aims).
The night was actually hazy. (To think I didn't even drink a whole lot!) The next thing I remember, I was waking up Sunday around 10-ish, still with my body aching, and reading a message from the Studio 8 boys for a shoot. My body was begging for more sleep, but the opportunity to shoot and beef up my folio was too tempting.
The first model was Skeeter, officemate of one of the Lazy Sunday Shooters. She started of really slow, very tense and very shy, but after an hour or so, she got the hang of not-minding-the-photographers anymore and just posed the hell out of whatever they threw on.
The other model, Gazelle, posed like a pro. She had a lot of looks and she really enjoyed workin' it. I really wouldn't mind working with her again. I actually learned more poses I can use for other models from her than in the magazines that we had.
It's been fun shooting at Studio 8 with the Lazy Sunday Shooters crew. I will always try to tear myself from bed on Sundays to fool around with these guys!
Went straight to mass after the shoot then the usual dinner at Casa Feliz. Such a full weekend for a fool like me. I promise I will try to slow down now, but when I have too much free time, I think about too much crap and it makes me go crazy-er.
So that's the past few days for me in a nut shell. Funny, nutshell from a nut.
I finished boxing quite late last Thursday. I didn't realize I have that much pent up frustrations about everything. I actually busted my glove already! A month into boxing and I need to get another glove! My trainer says I punch too hard. I told him to back the hell off!
Friday was quite a long day as well. After the usual long workday, I joined the Main Branch people for some drinking and dining at Conrad's by the Airport Road. Afterwhich, I still swung by Merville to hang. I was already falling asleep on the way home, having to stop a few times to snooze by some road. Kicker is, I still had to be up at 5 AM the next day to set up for the Townhall in Makati.
So I got to Makati Sports Club a little before 7 AM on a Saturday to set up for our office's event. Like I tell my friends, I am an underpaid "kargador" and flyer-maker. The thing ran up to noon then I had a bite and a drink at Friday's High Street with the MB people again before I headed out of town for the afternoon and the early part of that night. Now, this day was long, waking up early driving up and down the Metro and still ending up in Tides with Carl and the Hereforders for some Bad Trip and tons of grilled meat! I was so exhausted that Li had to drive home. As soon as I switched with her, I was snoring (according to Aims).
The night was actually hazy. (To think I didn't even drink a whole lot!) The next thing I remember, I was waking up Sunday around 10-ish, still with my body aching, and reading a message from the Studio 8 boys for a shoot. My body was begging for more sleep, but the opportunity to shoot and beef up my folio was too tempting.
The first model was Skeeter, officemate of one of the Lazy Sunday Shooters. She started of really slow, very tense and very shy, but after an hour or so, she got the hang of not-minding-the-photographers anymore and just posed the hell out of whatever they threw on.
The other model, Gazelle, posed like a pro. She had a lot of looks and she really enjoyed workin' it. I really wouldn't mind working with her again. I actually learned more poses I can use for other models from her than in the magazines that we had.
It's been fun shooting at Studio 8 with the Lazy Sunday Shooters crew. I will always try to tear myself from bed on Sundays to fool around with these guys!
Went straight to mass after the shoot then the usual dinner at Casa Feliz. Such a full weekend for a fool like me. I promise I will try to slow down now, but when I have too much free time, I think about too much crap and it makes me go crazy-er.
So that's the past few days for me in a nut shell. Funny, nutshell from a nut.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
As We Go
So like I was saying, the past week was packed. A lot of unfortunate events happened, but I was lucky enough to be preoccupied with friends and fun activities during the long weekend. I was tired, but it was a very productive kind of exhaustion.
Saturday... was a long, long day. I started off with finalizing the arrangements with the guy I bumped. Bro-in-law, Tini, went along with me for support as well as security that I won't lose the money and I won't be swindled by the guy. We went to his doctor to have his ear cleared first. Afterwhich, I went back home to regroup before heading the a marketing booth in San Lorenzo Village.
The marketing booth lasted until around 9 PM. I just had to fix the banners and arrange the tables then I read my Watchmen the whole time. I enjoyed chilling with the Head Office branch people though. After the whole thing, we all had an awesome time singing, eating and drinking!
It lasted a while... a long, long while. Basically, I met up with Carl just before the sun rose. It was all good. Despite some people getting surprised, scolded by their spouse, or wasted, everything still turned out well.
Sunday... just as soon as I got from karaoke and Carl's, I was already preparing to head out to shoot with the Studio 8 boys.
We shot models Arianne and Joyce with the awesome make up of Reia Ayunan. It was extremely nice finally meeting Chris, Aaron and Kiko, my fellow DPP-ers.
After briefly passing by Studio 8, I had to run back home to shoot with the Nikoners: Joel, Roger, Ten and officemate Marianne. We shot former Ms. Earth contestant, Dheza, at my house and I couldn't be happier! I learned a lot from the seasoned photo hobbyists! I can't wait to go shooting again. We finished aroun 8 PM and I was beat already.
Monday... though it was a holiday, I was out the whole day going all around the Metro enjoying my happy self. Great day. One for the books!
Tuesday... I went back to box so I can release my pent up frustrations. I kind of busted my right pinky, but that's the price you pay to be beautiful! So much work! I hate it!
Wednesday... so much work still. I just want to get through the week... so I will box some more tomorrow! Release stress!
Saturday... was a long, long day. I started off with finalizing the arrangements with the guy I bumped. Bro-in-law, Tini, went along with me for support as well as security that I won't lose the money and I won't be swindled by the guy. We went to his doctor to have his ear cleared first. Afterwhich, I went back home to regroup before heading the a marketing booth in San Lorenzo Village.
The marketing booth lasted until around 9 PM. I just had to fix the banners and arrange the tables then I read my Watchmen the whole time. I enjoyed chilling with the Head Office branch people though. After the whole thing, we all had an awesome time singing, eating and drinking!
It lasted a while... a long, long while. Basically, I met up with Carl just before the sun rose. It was all good. Despite some people getting surprised, scolded by their spouse, or wasted, everything still turned out well.
Sunday... just as soon as I got from karaoke and Carl's, I was already preparing to head out to shoot with the Studio 8 boys.
We shot models Arianne and Joyce with the awesome make up of Reia Ayunan. It was extremely nice finally meeting Chris, Aaron and Kiko, my fellow DPP-ers.
After briefly passing by Studio 8, I had to run back home to shoot with the Nikoners: Joel, Roger, Ten and officemate Marianne. We shot former Ms. Earth contestant, Dheza, at my house and I couldn't be happier! I learned a lot from the seasoned photo hobbyists! I can't wait to go shooting again. We finished aroun 8 PM and I was beat already.
Monday... though it was a holiday, I was out the whole day going all around the Metro enjoying my happy self. Great day. One for the books!
Tuesday... I went back to box so I can release my pent up frustrations. I kind of busted my right pinky, but that's the price you pay to be beautiful! So much work! I hate it!
Wednesday... so much work still. I just want to get through the week... so I will box some more tomorrow! Release stress!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Life is Not as Hard
The past few weeks, I have been incessantly complaining about how fucked up this (my) world is. Turns out, it could get a gazillion times worse... and I am already being cut some slack.
Add to the what I thought was already a hell start-of-the-week last week, an even more unfortunate end-of-week struck every facet of my being: physical, emotional, personal, professional and financial. Let's begin...
Wednesday... after being fed up with the stuff I will have to do the next couple of weeks, I finally decided to start boxing at Maic's Gym. It was amazing! I never thought exercise could be this fun! The whole experience was a stress reliever so much so that the very next day, I ordered a pair of kick-ass boxing shoes from Nike online. Downside is, though I felt fit and sexy, my back took an extreme beating that I didn't have much mobility the next few days. That's the price to pay to be beautiful.
Thursday... despite lacking mobility, I still played in our Office Basketball Friendly at a nearby court. If the office day wasn't long enough, now my aching back was contending with my swollen knees and thighs for most the most painful muscle/joint area.
Still not heeding my body's call to rest, I still hungout after basketball with some awesome friends. The result: me clipping a parked uber expensive Nissan Murano on the way home. I won't disclose the details, but basically I had to pay an arm and a leg for the damages, depleting all the savings I have, and hassling my sister, brother-in-law and dad in the process.
The whole thing was a wake up call. I need to grow up.
I am lucky to have a supportive family that could've just let me suffer the consequences of my action, but they helped out. No matter how small or big it was to their eyes, they played a part in not letting me get screwed. I may have lost all my money and one of my dear lenses to that accident, but I did find out that no matter how dysfunctional our family is, family is still family, and "dysfunctional" is the new "cool".
Wow! So much shit and I haven't even gone to my jam-packed Saturday Karaoke, Sunday Photoshoots and Monday Harbour Day! Will just do that after the jump. For now, I bid you an image that says...
"I'ma getcha, bitch!"
Add to the what I thought was already a hell start-of-the-week last week, an even more unfortunate end-of-week struck every facet of my being: physical, emotional, personal, professional and financial. Let's begin...
Wednesday... after being fed up with the stuff I will have to do the next couple of weeks, I finally decided to start boxing at Maic's Gym. It was amazing! I never thought exercise could be this fun! The whole experience was a stress reliever so much so that the very next day, I ordered a pair of kick-ass boxing shoes from Nike online. Downside is, though I felt fit and sexy, my back took an extreme beating that I didn't have much mobility the next few days. That's the price to pay to be beautiful.
Thursday... despite lacking mobility, I still played in our Office Basketball Friendly at a nearby court. If the office day wasn't long enough, now my aching back was contending with my swollen knees and thighs for most the most painful muscle/joint area.
Still not heeding my body's call to rest, I still hungout after basketball with some awesome friends. The result: me clipping a parked uber expensive Nissan Murano on the way home. I won't disclose the details, but basically I had to pay an arm and a leg for the damages, depleting all the savings I have, and hassling my sister, brother-in-law and dad in the process.
The whole thing was a wake up call. I need to grow up.
I am lucky to have a supportive family that could've just let me suffer the consequences of my action, but they helped out. No matter how small or big it was to their eyes, they played a part in not letting me get screwed. I may have lost all my money and one of my dear lenses to that accident, but I did find out that no matter how dysfunctional our family is, family is still family, and "dysfunctional" is the new "cool".
Wow! So much shit and I haven't even gone to my jam-packed Saturday Karaoke, Sunday Photoshoots and Monday Harbour Day! Will just do that after the jump. For now, I bid you an image that says...
"I'ma getcha, bitch!"
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Oh, Life! V.5.9.1
I've been thinking -- life sucks!
I mean think about it, there are so many things that can go wrong compared to the things that you'd like to happen. Since you don't think about the things that you don't want to happen, almost everything that hurts or is unexpected or is not according to plan, foils that stuff that you do want to happen -- dreams, likes, loves and such.
I doubt that you get it... but still.
Like relationships, for example, is purely luck! I mean you can throw in hardwork, honesty, some prayers and stuff, but in the end, what are the chances that you will like the person that you are working with, and love the person that you can get to see on a semi-regular basis? Add to that, what are the chances that that person you like, likes you back? Add even more, what are the chances that when you get to know each other, you'd still like each other... or love for that matter?
Then you have to factor in stupid stuff that you did in the past, skeletons, mistakes and such, that you have to make up for or they have to accept. Also, the friends and family or the potential liked, you have to go through all the trouble liking them, them liking you, getting to know, getting all together and what not.
This is tiring. Such a viscious cycle!
Most say, it's worth it in the end. In the end? What if you don't get to the end? Nobody talks much about thwarted efforts and wastage of time. Gosh I wish I get to the end.
I was reading some posts from this photography forum I am member in and there is this wonderful discussion about waiting. No one can wait forever, that is a fact, but we can try. I can try. I want to try. I pray everyday that I have the fortitude to last... but you know that feeling that you know that it's not going your way yet still you want to go and try, you have to still do it? It's not that you're hopeless -- that'll mean that you have more reason to just go balls out because you have nothing to lose anyway. It's having that sliver of hope that's irritating. It's knowing that if you could just do what you have to, you may swing that chance your way. It's knowing that when you do indeed fail, it's because you weren't able to find out those few things that could've elevated you to a better position.
I mean think about it, there are so many things that can go wrong compared to the things that you'd like to happen. Since you don't think about the things that you don't want to happen, almost everything that hurts or is unexpected or is not according to plan, foils that stuff that you do want to happen -- dreams, likes, loves and such.
I doubt that you get it... but still.
Like relationships, for example, is purely luck! I mean you can throw in hardwork, honesty, some prayers and stuff, but in the end, what are the chances that you will like the person that you are working with, and love the person that you can get to see on a semi-regular basis? Add to that, what are the chances that that person you like, likes you back? Add even more, what are the chances that when you get to know each other, you'd still like each other... or love for that matter?
Then you have to factor in stupid stuff that you did in the past, skeletons, mistakes and such, that you have to make up for or they have to accept. Also, the friends and family or the potential liked, you have to go through all the trouble liking them, them liking you, getting to know, getting all together and what not.
This is tiring. Such a viscious cycle!
Most say, it's worth it in the end. In the end? What if you don't get to the end? Nobody talks much about thwarted efforts and wastage of time. Gosh I wish I get to the end.
I was reading some posts from this photography forum I am member in and there is this wonderful discussion about waiting. No one can wait forever, that is a fact, but we can try. I can try. I want to try. I pray everyday that I have the fortitude to last... but you know that feeling that you know that it's not going your way yet still you want to go and try, you have to still do it? It's not that you're hopeless -- that'll mean that you have more reason to just go balls out because you have nothing to lose anyway. It's having that sliver of hope that's irritating. It's knowing that if you could just do what you have to, you may swing that chance your way. It's knowing that when you do indeed fail, it's because you weren't able to find out those few things that could've elevated you to a better position.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
I Have Been Waiting
It's lonely and it's quiet.. but what can you do right?
It's been tough. You have no idea if it's worth it or not. You have no idea if it matters. You just do because that's all you can. Doing nothing makes you nothing. The masochist in you prevails. You wait... for nothing or no one.
It seems that all I've been doing is waiting. I don't think I'd do it different. I can't help but wait.
It's been tough. You have no idea if it's worth it or not. You have no idea if it matters. You just do because that's all you can. Doing nothing makes you nothing. The masochist in you prevails. You wait... for nothing or no one.
It seems that all I've been doing is waiting. I don't think I'd do it different. I can't help but wait.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Jucar Raquepo Exhibit
Our neighbor and Hereforder Aimee's, cousin, Melanio "Bobot" Jucar Raquepo, has another rockin' exhibit at the Renaissance Gallery in Megamall, Ortigas Center, Pasig City. I must admit, I hate abstracts, but I am thouroughly impressed with his work! The details are really emotional and the paint is like carved on!
It was also the artist's birthday on their opening day, 11 February 2008. The above image is my feeble attempt on another Hill/Fiscus post processing. I don't know if it passes or not, but it's artsy so there.
A lot of other artists graced the exhibit, a lot of Manong Bot's frieds I guess. An artist's life looks really cool, really edgy. I'm sure they have their ups and downs as well, but when you commit yourself to what you love, your art, I'm sure it beats any corporate job no matter how much you get paid.
Like what was mentioned in my previous post, I was having an immensely bad day that day. I was lucky that some of my most favorite people in the world was with me to cheer me up a bit.
Clicketh here for more images during the exhibit opening.
Clicketh here for more awesome Jucar Raquepo.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
We Now Interrupt Your Regularly Scheduled Program
Fuck! My awesome weekend was stolen from me!
After a weekend of beach bliss, I was greeted by a Monday of grief and separations, and a week of ball-busting useless capitalist shit. OK, I will admit I am a sissy girl and being technically single this Valentine's gets to me. So, I filed for a few days of leave to just sulk and wallow in self pity, fix some gifts, go boxing and maybe a bit of basketball, but I might not be even allowed that seeing that there's a mountain of tasks to be done. Now they add even more crap on my heaping plate!
Add to that, this will be the third time that my team quits. No one has turned anything over to me yet and I don't think they will, but how come the people I like at work, leave me? What's worse, the supposed "replacement" sucks ass big time. It's one thing to not contribute, but talk about pulling the team down. Plus, my friends/teammates that are leaving, are such wonderful people that I am scared if I find such type of human beings again. Fuck.
Also, I am self-confessed hopeless romantic -- and it fuckin' sucks that I am the only single guy in our entire floor! (I'm exaggerating of course, there's probably 5-7 of us, but I'm the only one in the immediate vicinity.) The past few days, I've been hearing planned dates to Antonio's, Santi's, Red, etc. while I can even plan something at Aysee's. I hate this. I want a bed and breakfast too, you know. I want a reason to pour my heart out in a poem and recite it by the riverbanks (of Marikina). I want to line up to buy over-priced flowers and get stuck in traffic going to over-booked restaurants. Sigh. I may celebrate Valentine's all-year long, but it's nice to actually label someone as a "Valentine", a "Muse", or a "Significant Other". Maybe next year.
Sorry for the rants. Later after the jump, I'll feature Manong Bobot's Art Exhibit and maybe more of Laiya Masterful Craziness. Thank God you and my dear, dear Hereforders saved me last night. I was this close shooting myself in the head over lunch yesterday in the office!
After a weekend of beach bliss, I was greeted by a Monday of grief and separations, and a week of ball-busting useless capitalist shit. OK, I will admit I am a sissy girl and being technically single this Valentine's gets to me. So, I filed for a few days of leave to just sulk and wallow in self pity, fix some gifts, go boxing and maybe a bit of basketball, but I might not be even allowed that seeing that there's a mountain of tasks to be done. Now they add even more crap on my heaping plate!
Add to that, this will be the third time that my team quits. No one has turned anything over to me yet and I don't think they will, but how come the people I like at work, leave me? What's worse, the supposed "replacement" sucks ass big time. It's one thing to not contribute, but talk about pulling the team down. Plus, my friends/teammates that are leaving, are such wonderful people that I am scared if I find such type of human beings again. Fuck.
Also, I am self-confessed hopeless romantic -- and it fuckin' sucks that I am the only single guy in our entire floor! (I'm exaggerating of course, there's probably 5-7 of us, but I'm the only one in the immediate vicinity.) The past few days, I've been hearing planned dates to Antonio's, Santi's, Red, etc. while I can even plan something at Aysee's. I hate this. I want a bed and breakfast too, you know. I want a reason to pour my heart out in a poem and recite it by the riverbanks (of Marikina). I want to line up to buy over-priced flowers and get stuck in traffic going to over-booked restaurants. Sigh. I may celebrate Valentine's all-year long, but it's nice to actually label someone as a "Valentine", a "Muse", or a "Significant Other". Maybe next year.
Sorry for the rants. Later after the jump, I'll feature Manong Bobot's Art Exhibit and maybe more of Laiya Masterful Craziness. Thank God you and my dear, dear Hereforders saved me last night. I was this close shooting myself in the head over lunch yesterday in the office!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Full Stop: Crossing or "U" Die
Pohta! Ang saya ng Laiya!
It was a super steady weekend with the complete Quorum. We have now taken our friendship to even another level of craziness. I now present to you... the Masters!
Master Taker, Master Dater, Master Introducer, Master Sleeper and Master Blower! We are so awesome!
Taking off early Saturday morning, we surprisingly arrived Laiya on time! We immediately proceeded to lounging at our beach chairs while trying to ration the few beers that we bought on the way. We had a relatively early lunch at the resort restaurant then went back to drinking at our beach chairs for the rest of the afternoon.
Lots of drinks. Lots of stories. Lots of rest. Lots of pictures. It was a good weekend with friends.
We exchanged stories of love mostly, drizzled with a few familiar issues we tried to resolved together. We made the most of our weekend getaway just joking around, insulting every ugly person we saw on the beach. Fun!
At night, we ate some more... and drank some more. Some of us closed out the night early in anticipation of the prospectively cool sunrise (that never happened because of the morning clouds). The next day, we just ate some more and talked some more. We relished the beach for a bit and forcefully teared ourselves away from the too much happiness.
On the way back, we had an awesome late lunch and even met some interesting people at this house-turned-restaurant. Though we got lost on the way back, we still managed to get to civilization in one piece. Oh, there's so much more images and stories to share, but I'll reserve that for the coming days. Now, I have tons of anecdotes and images to post process. See you after the jump!
Clicketh here for the complete Liaya goodness!
Thursday, February 07, 2008
A New Light
A new light has been dawning.
There are days, like this, that are immensely rewarding. Days that make you feel that, despite sickness, there are days that will make you want to live all your next days... just like this.
I have always been surrounded by darkness, but sometimes a little crack shines through. I will try to fight not to forget it, little by little.
Today was filled with whites, butterflies, angles and angels... and I will keep it forever.
Strobist Kit A
Luckily my work brought me to the Quezon City area, which was near this photo place I always wanted to visit.
I was able to swing by Aperture Trading today to get my Strobist Kit A. In it is a light stand, a spigot, a 42" shoot-though/reflective umbrella, a tilt bracket and some pre-cut Lee filters. Except for the Lee filters, I already assembled my own Strobist Kit way, way before, when I started learning about off-camera flash techniques. Now, hopefully, my second set of umbs and stands will give me more flexibility in lighting. I am so tempted to get another flashgun!
After I shopped for strobe stuff, I passed by the hardware really quick to get velcro to mount my gels to my flash gun. The result, fun and colorful shots!
Clicketh here for a few more strobist samples using makeshift Lee filters.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Hip City
After a measly 14-post January, I have been on blog overdrive this February. Weird because despite the office slow-down, I have been doing quite a bit of projects. Now that I've been a bit busy, that's when my puny brain decides to vomit ideas.
I don't think I have been on a writing rampage, but I do have this blog (mirrored in LJ also), my flickr, anther photoblog, a Multiply, my photoblog's Multiply, my Starbucks Planner/Journal (which is as close to a diary as I can get) and my Chaplin Poem Notebook. Wow. I didn't realize how pathetic my life is that I have so much time to waste that much cyber space. In my defense, I am an insomniac.
Anyhoo, I haven't had a decent "log" post in a while. So, I will waste more of your time and mine telling you about the cool shit I've downed and ripped recently.
Reviews, Reviews
Hip City by Electrico
First off, since I haven't purchased a real album in a while, I sought out this Singaporean band making its way in the ASEAN rock scene. Electrico has this certain stern, cool sound to them -- almost disco-ish. Closest I can compare them is to the likes of Sheila and the Insects (locally) and a lighter Interpol (internationally).
I was kind of disappointed with myself because my favorites were their singles. (When I buy and album, I usually look for the cool songs that aren't played over the radio and I share that.) Still, Walk and Love in New Wave are really nice songs, good beat, decent lyrics. Honorable mention would be their collaboration with the formerly Rico Blanco-fronted Rivermaya, All the World.
From TV
I've finally found the singer of the cool song played in the background of Grey's Anatomy's drama moments. Breathe In, Breath Out by Mat Kearney is this hopeful song of not giving up and moving on sung in a nice heavy string-laced arrangement -- not too cheesy and enough to still be rock.
From All Over
We move on to more pop-ish sounds (and yes, again, I listen to everything). Let's start with soem chick songs: Realize by Colbie Caillat and Love Like This by Natasha Bedingfield (featuring Sean Kingston) . Both songs have different themes but they have a nice hook and easy enough lyrics to understand. Just a few songs you can add to your iPod that will be OK enough for most people.
My alternative rock addition would be Secondhand Serenade's Fall for You. Another one of those emo kid bands talking about their love story not-working-out-then-working-out again. I like the song. It's sweet. Very imposing -- 'tonight will be the night that I will fall for you... over again...'
As for the Hip-Hop/R&B genre, it's a bit old but I love CRS, Kanye West's all-star collabo with Pharell Williams, Lupe Fiasco and other Hip-Hop movers. Us Placers has good beat, nice flow and ingenius use of a recent song loop.
Daym!
Boy, that was a long post! Complete with links and shit! Happy downloading, bitches! It's nice to just step away from all of lifes complication and immerse yourself in other enjoyable, albeit fleeting, things.
For all the songs, just go here to see the playlist. And don't be homo and acknowledge my greatness! Joke!
I don't think I have been on a writing rampage, but I do have this blog (mirrored in LJ also), my flickr, anther photoblog, a Multiply, my photoblog's Multiply, my Starbucks Planner/Journal (which is as close to a diary as I can get) and my Chaplin Poem Notebook. Wow. I didn't realize how pathetic my life is that I have so much time to waste that much cyber space. In my defense, I am an insomniac.
Anyhoo, I haven't had a decent "log" post in a while. So, I will waste more of your time and mine telling you about the cool shit I've downed and ripped recently.
Reviews, Reviews
Hip City by Electrico
First off, since I haven't purchased a real album in a while, I sought out this Singaporean band making its way in the ASEAN rock scene. Electrico has this certain stern, cool sound to them -- almost disco-ish. Closest I can compare them is to the likes of Sheila and the Insects (locally) and a lighter Interpol (internationally).
I was kind of disappointed with myself because my favorites were their singles. (When I buy and album, I usually look for the cool songs that aren't played over the radio and I share that.) Still, Walk and Love in New Wave are really nice songs, good beat, decent lyrics. Honorable mention would be their collaboration with the formerly Rico Blanco-fronted Rivermaya, All the World.
From TV
I've finally found the singer of the cool song played in the background of Grey's Anatomy's drama moments. Breathe In, Breath Out by Mat Kearney is this hopeful song of not giving up and moving on sung in a nice heavy string-laced arrangement -- not too cheesy and enough to still be rock.
From All Over
We move on to more pop-ish sounds (and yes, again, I listen to everything). Let's start with soem chick songs: Realize by Colbie Caillat and Love Like This by Natasha Bedingfield (featuring Sean Kingston) . Both songs have different themes but they have a nice hook and easy enough lyrics to understand. Just a few songs you can add to your iPod that will be OK enough for most people.
My alternative rock addition would be Secondhand Serenade's Fall for You. Another one of those emo kid bands talking about their love story not-working-out-then-working-out again. I like the song. It's sweet. Very imposing -- 'tonight will be the night that I will fall for you... over again...'
As for the Hip-Hop/R&B genre, it's a bit old but I love CRS, Kanye West's all-star collabo with Pharell Williams, Lupe Fiasco and other Hip-Hop movers. Us Placers has good beat, nice flow and ingenius use of a recent song loop.
Daym!
Boy, that was a long post! Complete with links and shit! Happy downloading, bitches! It's nice to just step away from all of lifes complication and immerse yourself in other enjoyable, albeit fleeting, things.
For all the songs, just go here to see the playlist. And don't be homo and acknowledge my greatness! Joke!
Monday, February 04, 2008
Perfume
He always loved female scent. His nose, though, was too sensitive to overpowering musk fragrances, aftershaves, and acidic men's colognes that he often resorted to scented baby lotion, cheap spray-ons and body butter. Until, one day, he sniffed what will be his favorite (female) scent -- Light Blue.
Alone and assured of his manhood, he wore the ladies' perfume himself. It was a good match for his blood type and body temperature. It was his staple scent; either that, or Cucumber Melon. He liked good, light scents.
One day, he met the woman he will soon love. She loved scents as well, though; she liked manly scents -- Paco Rabanne, Kenzo, Acqua di Gio, etc. She liked strong scents that linger even after a few packs of cigarettes or a big Cuban cigar. She wants to smell of her man after just a single embrace. That's why she sometimes uses the strongest of them all, Fahrenheit. This will definitely be ouch to his nose, he thought.
In the car, driving around with his, now, muse one day after dinner in a hole-in-the-wall; he did not want to smell of food when he hugs her to see her off. In his glove compartment he pulls out Fahrenheit. He puts a few sprays on.
She smiles. She pulls out D&G Light Blue, and a few sprays on herself... and his jacket he made her wear.
Alone and assured of his manhood, he wore the ladies' perfume himself. It was a good match for his blood type and body temperature. It was his staple scent; either that, or Cucumber Melon. He liked good, light scents.
One day, he met the woman he will soon love. She loved scents as well, though; she liked manly scents -- Paco Rabanne, Kenzo, Acqua di Gio, etc. She liked strong scents that linger even after a few packs of cigarettes or a big Cuban cigar. She wants to smell of her man after just a single embrace. That's why she sometimes uses the strongest of them all, Fahrenheit. This will definitely be ouch to his nose, he thought.
In the car, driving around with his, now, muse one day after dinner in a hole-in-the-wall; he did not want to smell of food when he hugs her to see her off. In his glove compartment he pulls out Fahrenheit. He puts a few sprays on.
She smiles. She pulls out D&G Light Blue, and a few sprays on herself... and his jacket he made her wear.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Hereforders'
This is what we do and we are steady when we do it.
My childhood friends, Aimee and Lianne, have been my constant companions of late. They provide sound advice and a lot of laughs when we are all together.
We proved that it was such a small world because Aimee's friends are also Quorum Cindy's friends from college. We all even bumped into each other one night when the Hereforders went out for Pivo! Cool, huh.
Clicketh here for more Hereforders with the LB gals.
My childhood friends, Aimee and Lianne, have been my constant companions of late. They provide sound advice and a lot of laughs when we are all together.
We proved that it was such a small world because Aimee's friends are also Quorum Cindy's friends from college. We all even bumped into each other one night when the Hereforders went out for Pivo! Cool, huh.
Clicketh here for more Hereforders with the LB gals.
The Hunt
I didn't know when this all started. It must've been the first time we didn't meet, you walking across the hall, sitting in your chair, studying. It must've been when I was born, and all the steps I've made was to meet you, to be with you.
All these obstacles are child's play, just mere delays to our inevitable happiness, just mere speed bumps. This is the hunt that I must play -- and you are the game. If I survive this, we will be another step closer to the truth, we will be a little bit closer to the heavens.
It's already within reach. You are already within reach. You're so near, so near that I cannot grasp you. So complicated that I can never comprehend. I just throw caution to the wind, and prayers to the air. I just hope to be answered, in verse or in action. Hunt me down and kill me -- or be my most prized trophy.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Convo
Conversations -- a powerful thing, it is. A wonderful past time.
I have been having some good ones the past month or so. After work, on the way to whomever's place, hanging out at home, during long drives, I just love spending time opening up and being opened up to. I like talking. I like the intimate exchange of words, thoughts and feelings.
I like being with the few friends that I have right how. I like listening, ranting, raving about the day to day stuff that we are all in and we are all trying to escape all together. From love to life and everything mundane in between, all seems worthy, all seems interesting of our time and effort of sharing.
I love having conversations with you. After a long day at work, I long for those useless ramblings. As I wake up, I rush to see if you've started the conversation with me again. The painful drive from coast to coast becomes a wonderful serenade of words with the road as music.
Oh and by the way, click here for a few more pictures of a quick conversation over Greek with officemates and friends.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Romancing the Stars
Happy Birthday, Bro-in-Law
It was Tini's birthday yesteday and he treated our little family to a nice Filipino dinner in C2, Rockwell. I think they had a nice feast, I just had a few pieces of chicken, some cake and a few beers. Beer helps.
Anyway, I am happy to see that things are going good in the house. It's nice to see my sister happy. I am actually quite envious because I've been alone for a long time now, not too many friends and no brothers, and everyone thinks all is still okay since they expect me to leave soon anyway. Still, as long as their happy.
Love
I hate the friggin' wor(l)d.
I have to burrow in my brain that I am that unlucky. Nothing will go my way. I have my camera and alcohol and that should be enough. Things will only get worse if I ask for anything more. Alcohol and a few pictures, that's me -- alcohol and pictures. If I feel anything, just write the goddamn thing down! Don't fuckin' dwell! Moreso, don't fuckin' say anything to anyone! Keep the damn thing in the bowels of my being, the dark recesses of whatever soul I have left. Let them be happy, don't want. I already have alcohol and pictures.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
So Blue...
I am never good with the roller-coaster of emotions.
You feel it creeping. It's harder when it's right there. A blink of an eye, a bat of the eyelash, sends of a million emotions not one familiar, not one deniable. I see you. Your eyebrows scrounged together, hair up and uncombed. I see you writing, scratching, concentrating. I see you afar, up close. I'm torn if I want you around. You weaken me. You inspire me. You cloud my thoughts though all I want to think about is you. My name feels safe in your mouth. I long for you to call me.
I walk. Every step I take circles around you -- not getting closer, not going anywhere. You poison me. You intoxicate me with your words. You intoxicate me with your silence. I hate you. I hate being around, not being able to be near you. I hate you. Take my name. Place it safely in your mouth, in your heart. Don't let me wander. Don't leave me... confused and battered.
You feel it creeping. It's harder when it's right there. A blink of an eye, a bat of the eyelash, sends of a million emotions not one familiar, not one deniable. I see you. Your eyebrows scrounged together, hair up and uncombed. I see you writing, scratching, concentrating. I see you afar, up close. I'm torn if I want you around. You weaken me. You inspire me. You cloud my thoughts though all I want to think about is you. My name feels safe in your mouth. I long for you to call me.
I walk. Every step I take circles around you -- not getting closer, not going anywhere. You poison me. You intoxicate me with your words. You intoxicate me with your silence. I hate you. I hate being around, not being able to be near you. I hate you. Take my name. Place it safely in your mouth, in your heart. Don't let me wander. Don't leave me... confused and battered.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Turmoil! Turmoil!
Oh! The Humanity!
And what do you do when the world fails you...
You immerse yourself with alcohol! (Or at least I do.)
It's been an extreme struggle the past week (understatement of the century). Everything just came crashing down all at the same time. What does one do (aside from drown oneself in beer)? You roll with the punches. You take things in stride. You turn the other cheek. I accept the fact that my luck will stay sour and I will have to work twice as hard to everyone else just to be normal. I hate that the world is as such. I hate that I have to forgive and yet the world does not.
I hate that I'm alone. I hate the amidst the sea of friends and smiles... I am alone. I wish that I still make you, faceless crowd, happy.
Clicketh here for a few more Canadian madness!
And what do you do when the world fails you...
You immerse yourself with alcohol! (Or at least I do.)
It's been an extreme struggle the past week (understatement of the century). Everything just came crashing down all at the same time. What does one do (aside from drown oneself in beer)? You roll with the punches. You take things in stride. You turn the other cheek. I accept the fact that my luck will stay sour and I will have to work twice as hard to everyone else just to be normal. I hate that the world is as such. I hate that I have to forgive and yet the world does not.
I hate that I'm alone. I hate the amidst the sea of friends and smiles... I am alone. I wish that I still make you, faceless crowd, happy.
Clicketh here for a few more Canadian madness!
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Hereford Street
So my Sunday group, the Hereforders, were at it again!
We wanted to continue the Sunday Sessions, but this time, with isaw and Tanduay! We now have hashed plans for (1)love life resurrection through constant coaching and texting, (2)constant intoxication through cheap beers and barbeques, and (3)physical fitness(!!!) through boxing at Maic's Gym!
I know the first two bullets are no surprise, I am a lovesick bum that loves alcohol (isopropyl included), but boxing?! Really?!
Hell yeah!
I vow to be toned... note: toned... by the summer months (I should be sexy by March, April at the very latest). I want to be confident enough to take my shirt off in the beach and hopefully I can also surf for more than an hour without puking. While I'm a bit inspired, I need to channel all that to something lasting. I think all the pent up office aggression will be unleashed beautifully though staggering sweat and pounding fists.
I will start in two weeks. Look out, World. Ima beat you senseless.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Damn You, 2008
Why can't you swing to all good?
So my year has been starting half crap and half legen... wait for it... dary!
Sooner or later it'll swing one way. Oh well. At least I am expecting the worst, but I am also god damn sure that I am hoping for the best. I mean, c'mon! I've been in a rut for the past two or more years, I deserve a ginormous break! This is it. I can feel it!
This is going to hurt so bad...
So my year has been starting half crap and half legen... wait for it... dary!
Sooner or later it'll swing one way. Oh well. At least I am expecting the worst, but I am also god damn sure that I am hoping for the best. I mean, c'mon! I've been in a rut for the past two or more years, I deserve a ginormous break! This is it. I can feel it!
This is going to hurt so bad...
Monday, January 07, 2008
Say Grace
Dear, baby Jesus, sweet, little Jesus with your pudgy arms and chubby knuckles. You, in your glowing, ghostly manger, wrapped in your silky, satin white sheets. I thank you for my mango crepe, caffe au latte and mango milkshake. I thank you for instant messaging and technology. I thank you for friends. I thank you for manga and anime. I especially would like to thank you for torrents where I get all my entertainment both visually and audibly. I thank you for prime and zoom lenses. I thank you for bokeh ad light drop offs. I thank you for shutter and aperture and freezing moments into eternity.
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