I didn't notice seeing the two of them getting up on those rocks. When I panned my camera back on those rocks, I was surprised to see them both sitting perfectly still there. As if no time. I say as if no time because it felt like it to me. I don't know … Continue reading Wait
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Beneath Your Feet
The sight and feel of an island: the sand, the sea and the salt in the air is enough for me to go right now, imagining myself taking long strides on its fine shore, happily wearing a smile under pure bliss and artfully enjoying taking photos of what my eyes dazzle of its odd grandeur. … Continue reading Beneath Your Feet
Inspiration
Arts and creativity are two of the things that I am proud of myself. At such a young age I am aware of how I appreciate everything that surrounds me. I was always fascinated with so many colors. Blurred visions sometimes would synapse when I am trying to replay in my memory about my childhood. … Continue reading Inspiration
Vivid
It was a bright morning that we were all up and left our beds. We gathered in our oval dining table covered with Mama's printed cloth mantle and topped with plastic table runner. This is to prevent food stains and being soaked when anything spills on it. Mama's been frustrated at it for some time … Continue reading Vivid
On the Way
When I had my first job I told myself that I want to reach towns, cities and tourist spots boasted by my country. Of the 7,107 islands that we have I do need lots of money to travel: see, visit and experience each one of it. I am even encouraging my friends to travel locally … Continue reading On the Way
Enveloped
The cool breeze is soothing. I continue to walk on the shore until I reach far end, this spot. This is my vantage point. The ground beneath my feet is cold. It is soft and I know that it is saturated with water. I try pressing my left foot and then the other and it … Continue reading Enveloped
Blur
Last December, that time of holiday feel and cold early morning seeping through our home, made me a bit of being all over the place. My elder brother N came home—surprisingly—and gladly I was still composed of myself not hurriedly going home to escape the rush, hustle and unforgiving plight of people in Manila. I … Continue reading Blur