Since July 11, 2009, my last post, I haven't been blogging here. I decided to keep this blog online but not update it until further notice (or when I feel like it).
I am currently and will be concentrating with my Tumblr account in terms of my photo portfolio and Facebook account for my main social networking site.
My Multiply account will also still remain online but will no longer be updated.
To my friends on Blogspot: I will still be following you :)
When Life Meets Photography
Stories from a third world photographer
Friday, October 29, 2010
Saturday, July 11, 2009
UAAP 72 Opening
Looks like I'm not covering the event. I wasn't able to get a media pass.
DLSU lost to UE. 46-65.
Fell asleep while watch the intense German GP Qualifying.
DLSU lost to UE. 46-65.
Fell asleep while watch the intense German GP Qualifying.
Late Birthdays
So far, for this year, Migs celebrated his birthday, 4 days after his birthday but ironically, he was the first to celebrate for the year. Aston's birthday is on Jan. 27, he celebrated it today with Migs.
If the trend goes well, my birthday celebration will be on October, and those on December, will have it on March.
Gelo followed after and said he was with Mac, but since Mac had stomach problems, as Gelo calls it, Mac's new car freshener. Mac went home to do what he had to do. He returned afterwards.
The night was filled with laughs and stories that kept everyone intouch. Too bad Chia and Kat weren't there.
We left around 2:30am; when the store lights were already closed and nothing else in Greenhills was well lighted.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Hosting
I was supposed to be paired with Elaine but it didn't happen. Instead, she became my photographer.
The GA was fun with the games but I do must admit, everything was not really in order and I hated it. One word, impromptu. I had no program flow, I had no cues, I had no knowledge of the activity. I was left with a wireless headset-microphone that I first thought was cool but later became a pain in the ear.
I noticed I wasn't a very good host, not good at all. If I would reflect back, I would just say that I did for the organization.
After the activity, we had food, turon and a burger. During that time, I invited Marc to go to my house to jam. Elaine found out and told me she wanted to talk to Marc, She looked upset and frustrated when I told her that we would be leaving soon. I ditched my neighbor, Iris, who had a car that would bring us home. Jerrick and I waited for Marc.
Upon arriving home and at the band room, we stumbled upon the band room's stupid clock. As we changed the time, the second hands turns clockwise but at very high speed. Awesome.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Not For Sale
After my class, Marc was waiting for me. I invited Irrise to come along and she did. We went to my house and then to Greenhills to look for gift. It was frustrating because the ideal gift was in front of us already, separated by a glass frame:
Not For Sale.
We headed back to the train station and back to school. Marc was absent-minded as her boarded the wrong platform and went with Irisse and I. I had to get my thesis and journals in school. Marc and I were able to catch up with Jonats and Rui for a ride home.
Later that night, as I searched for my thesis files, I asked Jonats about my missing flashdrive, and it was in his car. So I drove off to get it.
I've been here and there, and back again twice.
More drama for the night. Y!M, Plurk, everywhere..
Not For Sale.
We headed back to the train station and back to school. Marc was absent-minded as her boarded the wrong platform and went with Irisse and I. I had to get my thesis and journals in school. Marc and I were able to catch up with Jonats and Rui for a ride home.
Later that night, as I searched for my thesis files, I asked Jonats about my missing flashdrive, and it was in his car. So I drove off to get it.
I've been here and there, and back again twice.
More drama for the night. Y!M, Plurk, everywhere..
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Closure
I woke up today knowing that she would pass by.
I found out that Peter wanted to borrow my SB-600 so I thought that to save Riva the hassle of commuting, I told her to have a ride with Peter.
A Jolibee lunch was all that Peter needed as he fell asleep after eating. Riva and I continued capturing her old family videos and converting them. Peter left around 3 or 4pm.
The time I thought would never come, came. It was just the both of us. After asking the heavy question, "how are you?" the minutes turned into the most dramatic and emotional night.
I found out about old news, I found out a lot of things. She showed me things that I never thought existed.
What I can say is, when she drew out the first tear, mine followed right after.
Hours passed and the burden, the pain, the drama, filled my room.
We had last moments before dinner, and after dinner in the car. My parents wanted to bring her home and that's what they did. At the back seat we sat, staring and gazing at each others eyes, everything came back to me. The motion-blurred streets fills her background, as the dim street light lit her face as I got lost in her eyes. The grip of her touch, the fear of letting go.
We arrived at her building and I went upstairs with her and had the longest good bye I myself could not imagine. The last sight of her face, her eyes, her hand. Never to be seen as how I saw it before and tonight.
"No photos tonight.. only memories to be remembered by you me.. never to be immortalized.. but never to be forgotten.."
I found out that Peter wanted to borrow my SB-600 so I thought that to save Riva the hassle of commuting, I told her to have a ride with Peter.
A Jolibee lunch was all that Peter needed as he fell asleep after eating. Riva and I continued capturing her old family videos and converting them. Peter left around 3 or 4pm.
The time I thought would never come, came. It was just the both of us. After asking the heavy question, "how are you?" the minutes turned into the most dramatic and emotional night.
I found out about old news, I found out a lot of things. She showed me things that I never thought existed.
What I can say is, when she drew out the first tear, mine followed right after.
Hours passed and the burden, the pain, the drama, filled my room.
We had last moments before dinner, and after dinner in the car. My parents wanted to bring her home and that's what they did. At the back seat we sat, staring and gazing at each others eyes, everything came back to me. The motion-blurred streets fills her background, as the dim street light lit her face as I got lost in her eyes. The grip of her touch, the fear of letting go.
We arrived at her building and I went upstairs with her and had the longest good bye I myself could not imagine. The last sight of her face, her eyes, her hand. Never to be seen as how I saw it before and tonight.
"No photos tonight.. only memories to be remembered by you me.. never to be immortalized.. but never to be forgotten.."
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Thank You
I would like to thank the following for my 22nd birthday gift:
Thank you, Marc and Jerrick for the assistance.
I got a waterproof DSLR casing. :)
- Marc Obaldo
- Kebs Yson
- Riva Uy
- Peter Lee
- Glenn Chua
- Karol See
- Dianne Anes
- Shelley Co
- Jerrick Chua
- Allen Dizon
- Vea Novenario
- Jon Ng
- JM Chan
- Xtian David
- Audrey Ong
- Joyce Sia
- Joyce Dayego
- Jag Talong
- Elaine De Dios
- Raisa Aquino
- and a few more from the Kamiseta
Thank you, Marc and Jerrick for the assistance.
I got a waterproof DSLR casing. :)
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