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All of us have been at the bottom, once.

All of us have been at the bottom, once.

Serenity hid the wrath of the sun.

Serenity hid the wrath of the sun.

Series of shots which I did for my friend who just turned 18 last May 30, Gill. I haven’t had a creative shoot like this; well for some cases I only had the experience to shoot portrait with some of my college friends for nothing, which begs to differ from this one since this had to be displayed at the event and causes me quite pressure and well, a lot of expectations from expectat-ors. Apparently, we pulled it off by some force from God knows where it came from. We hadn’t had to spend so much to finish off this one and a couple of videos for her. 

UP conspired to my plans; I appreciate the shrubs the most + the golden sunset.

Textures define a canvas. Whether it’s a concrete or not, it’s an aggregate that covers up what’s missing. It completes, it fills up. 

This one’s my first collaboration (sort of) with a friend who’s turning 18 this end of May. It was quite a challenge of turning ideas into the lens since I have yet to get the hang of this kind. Fortunately the rain considered our shoot and the sunset was too desperate to help us out with this one.

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The Coming of Age - as Gill said.

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Those lines lead to somewhere who knows I don’t know what to say

Those lines lead to somewhere who knows I don’t know what to say

Lonely but not alone.

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It’s sad to know how people get to accept the fact of having sad endings. It’s as if anticipating the inevitability of terminals in life, stops or maybe, closure of things. Like foreseeing that time will come when crows will gradually dissipate its vibrant charcoal feathers; or knowing that a day will come where man would see the stars in the skies for the last time; or maybe telling time to consume itself for others while it being stolen by those with power. It’s sad to know how pain will always be there in the end. Like when someone dies, the people that dead fled would be left searching for his presence, his shadow maybe or at least, his smell. Or maybe when a relationship has come to its end, there would always be that one half of the whole who would cry himself all day and night trying to get back someone he just lost, as if his tears could really bring someone back up and tell him “hey, i love you again.” Well, it’s sad but something there is that says the reality of pain. We always long for something that was gone and lose something that we should be fondling in the present. Couldn’t we just be happy for having to experience something like it rather longing for something that was long gone?

Someday, in the middle of the road, i’ll drive with you and we’ll keep going. Across the ghost of all the traffic lights and through the silhouettes of the skyline. We won’t stop (well, unless if it’s time to go for a 60-second grocery at a family mart or 7/11). Never. Because if i would, i might let someone who meant everything to just get out of the car my life.

Someday, in the middle of the road, i’ll drive with you and we’ll keep going. Across the ghost of all the traffic lights and through the silhouettes of the skyline. We won’t stop (well, unless if it’s time to go for a 60-second grocery at a family mart or 7/11). Never. Because if i would, i might let someone who meant everything to just get out of the car my life.

Supposedly went for a thrifty food trip to Maginhawa (which is a minute-walk, if you’re a quick one, from UP) but rather ended up at UP town center where we got no choice but to eat at iHOP. Well, that was one hell of a broker. (But i liked eating a free french toast from a friend who got a full appetite already [goodness gracious])

Supposedly went for a thrifty food trip to Maginhawa (which is a minute-walk, if you’re a quick one, from UP) but rather ended up at UP town center where we got no choice but to eat at iHOP. Well, that was one hell of a broker. (But i liked eating a free french toast from a friend who got a full appetite already [goodness gracious])

Wish i got cousins of my age who live a minute-walk from our house and I could just text them and knock at their doors and rush into the car and leave and go somewhere nobody knows where.