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 if they are brothers or friends. I really wanted to get near them and join them on those rocks. The late afternoon we arrived at this place together with my cousins, we slowly walk along, minding each of our steps on this same spot to take some photos. Those rocks are slippery and jagged.


True to everyone, I suppose, that we have different views of things around us. Every angle reveals new perspective. Looking and interpreting it on any way is completely beyond us and with that timing is everything. We look, hear, smell and feel time. We favor and like time too. We put to memory the best times we ever had. We wish time for all things we want and we look forward to happening. We hope and make up for time when we feel we have fallen short of it. We create time.


Time is life. It never ceases even long before we die I think. The memory. The thoughts. The words of ours are left within those persons we survived. It is just given that time is different categorically between past, present and future but in all fairness we still share the time no matter how we want to live up or forget about it.



Beneath Your Feet

Matukad Island, Caramoan, Philippines.

Matukad Island, Caramoan, Philippines.

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.

When I had my fair share of experiencing getting out there when the going gets tough, I really enjoyed myself traveling to those places. Maybe it be marred with annoying or rude interactions still you need to be on the road and let it not drag you behind. A relative learning process for me so thinking on your feet comes handy here. With these few travels that I’ve had most of it was zoned in my selfish ways of disposition. I wanted to detach, get away with no reasons. I wanted to be bold and carefree. The irony is in me. I am in a bubble of wanting to get away but I am with a company in all these travels I had. Nevertheless, holding to that feeling and sensitively guarding myself while everyone’s sleeping on the bus or boat, I fall into introspection. The quiet passing of time and the speed of traversing the road or the sea is enough for me to soak in the moment. To soak myself of things that I need to straighten out.That time is in the past now, I may say.

To my future travels what I want is to let the time pass in peace. Taking my moments not falling to oblivion of my company rather breathing normally with all my senses fully aware of my surrounding, the nature and the people I am with. Fanning the energy that is life reassuring is what I want for myself to radiate.




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. At this time, I am training my brain, my memory to relive and somehow retain at its soft if not vivid images of these moments.

Back to my childhood and my brain and memory and arts and creativity. Underneath all these, inspiration is where it all starts. My mother used to tell me how good I was in drawing. I remembered drawing vegetables and also some hand lettering to be displayed on her classroom boards for her 4th grade students. I started doing it for her when I was, I think, in my 2nd grade. That’s how she is so patronizing with my raw talent. She shares it with her students. I, an inspiration to others in some way as she puts it.


This is my try at doodle art. Doodle art is a trend now especially with the adult coloring books. During my elementary days, this is called a poster. It looks amateur. This is intended for my former online student and this forms the first few pages of the sketchbook I gifted to her before she flew back to Seoul. This is my outtake on time and memory. Our time and memory shared seven years ago was my inspiration in putting together this sort of mini-storybook. It is not bursting with random memories of our online classes but I tried writing my thoughts and adding pieces of advice now that she is a teenager. I have written how I am proud of her and other inspiring words about life in general.

She liked it. I bet she is trying to understand those words. I find that she still struggles in comprehending my long English messages, much it is constructed laced with my personal tone and vocabulary. I believe she’ll get the message eventually, I am confident about her being smart.

These drawings were inspired from her experience, now a memory. First, it was her first time to set foot in the Philippines and we boast our own fast-food chain. A ubiquitous face of a smiling bumblebee mascot hence Jollibee. She said that her teacher M brought them and dined there. The burger champ was her favorite. Second, it was me and her seven years ago. Again, my try at doodling. It was an online video-chat platform that we use to teach them the English language. I decided to toy with the idea of drawing her in that peace sign cutesy pose although she never did it back then. I picture she is smiling or funnily enjoying her childhood memory of me as her first English online teacher upon seeing this. Third, music. I really don’t know any recent information about her, her likes, dislikes. So I thought of music. Music is cool. She likes listening to Maroon 5 and I got her a snippet of my playlist there. It appears blank but I’ve written something there before I gave it to her. Maroon 5’s Sugar obviously is included. Take a closer look of the poster where the playlist is currently “playing”.


I have drawn quite a number of doodle arts in that sketchbook. I am sharing a few because I want to preserve my personal gift to her. When she would have the chance to read this post, I am at peace knowing that she would not be so shocked that I gave away to everyone with her thinking that it was solely made just for her.

Above is my favorite doodle art that I have sketched. This is also included in that sketchbook, which by now could be lying or neatly stashed in a shelf at her study in Korea. What I want for her is to read, to love reading. If not so much, I would want to encourage her to read a real book. With the advent of technology and how quick is its pace in her country maybe reading a real life book made of paper is not common with her generation. All but limited to textbooks at school. We didn’t talk about reading when we had lunch. I just hope she’ll think of that note I wrote in this doodle. A note about reading.

I feel inspired these days, not into more writing, not that I discount writing about my experiences over here but I am more drawn to just living the life I have. The waiting, the desperation mode and the options. All of it would want to eat me. I beg to be swallowed now rather I am doing all with my might to keep things, to keep the going-ons more at my taste, pace and time. Taking the moment in at some degree, yes. Mostly, I am keeping myself afloat of dreams, of future travels, of reading and my growing stash of books, of being alive for my family and friends and of wanting to build my future tree house or beach house.

These are my inspirations, now. Cheerios.


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 now. She wanted to have a clear glass custom cut just for the table’s top. The glass counter-top will protect and preserve the varnish of the wood.

When we all had our cups of coffee I went to the fridge and got the box of day old donuts. The donuts were bought and brought by me and my brother and his girlfriend before we head hometown coming from Manila to spend Christmas with Mama and our two younger brothers.




It was a different kind of Christmas celebration that we spent together. We did not have any plans of going somewhere. Staying at home, being couch potatoes and watching bad TV and sometimes movie marathons were our plans. Close proximity. We were an arm’s away with each other. Enjoying our exchanges of old jokes, teasing our youngest brother with his big appetite, sweet banter with Mama and her sometimes less salt cooking and some household chores to do and home improvement projects. All of these made a somewhat boring yet memorable time, having our elder brother at home while on his month-long vacation. It was a cherished moment of seeing and having the company of each other. The photographer in me never cheered on them to capture our moments over sumptuous lunches and dinners cooked by our dearest Mama. There are short videos our youngest recorded while we were having breakfast on New Year’s day and it was funny. He recorded one time using Mr. Beans’ way of capturing the subject like pointing at it directly first and backs away suddenly. Repeating it to fro in that manner. Imagining it now, I find it really entertaining. No way I’m going to share that video here. Hehe! It was just a short clip because Mama was annoyed at him taking the camera over at the dining table and we were about to eat breakfast on that New Year’s day.

December, 2014

Baao, Camarines Sur

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 first before we head out internationally.

There is always something unique in our diversity, the micro cultures that we share as Filipinos. Come to think of it, we do have different versions of our Adobo. Be it pork, poultry, fish or beef we all share the same basic of ingredients to arrive on the savory, sour, sweet and salty flavor.