I have always been fascinated with portraiture photography; and as I was luckily appointed as a photographer for the Parish of St. Francis of Assisi in Meycauayan, I got to snap photos of people during the Holy Week activities in our church. Collectively, it paved way to my first try on this category of art. Four pictures, four people – I have entitled...
I feel like I’m caught in between. Things are happening and as much as we want it to stop, it wouldn’t. Words spread like fire, based on unjustified impressions, fueling irresponsible and disrespectful actions – all for the sake of reputation and popularity. I have gone to obscurity, as it’s the only way out. Eleven years and I have finally opened my eyes to see a kind of reality which I hoped didn’t exist. Yet, it does. And there is clearly nothing I could do about it,...
The problem is everything feels so fucked up. Like after all this time, I just find myself slumped in this pool of uncertainties... ...and worse, misery. There are some things we really can't get no matter how much we wanted it. And as life's a bitch, it will constantly shove in your face how much it will never give you what you truly desires. And in the end, you've got no choice... but to accept the fact that while some people can have...
As part of my work, I usually go to Stumbleupon for inspirations on which to write next. This morning, I once again delved into its exciting clicking and came across this site. It's like a quiz or survey that helps you determine what you want to be for the year 2014. I know, I know. It's April, but it's never too late! After answering several questions,...
Eleven years. It has been eleven years since I first opened my eyes to service. I must admit it wasn’t entirely because of dedication that I joined a youth group. I have to admit that I was driven by the thirst to prove something to myself and to other people; that I can do something and become of importance to this world. There had been ups and downs. Countless of times, I fell and got up and then fell down again. It was a never-ending cycle that I’ve been through for more...
It was unexpected; but somehow, I have expected it. Although it hurts, especially because it happened when I'm beginning to believe. After just a few days, I have lost my part time job. According to my manager, the boss doesn't even want to pay me because I don't know how to write. How they ended up with that conclusion, I might never know. Issues on keywords, and they willingly disregard the fact that I spent sleepless nights writing those 27 articles. I know I'm not perfect,...
