As I’ve said on one of my Instagram posts: I’ve a strange fascination with lampposts and the stories they witness, the secrets they hold.

The lamppost outside Fotofabrik Studio probably carries a load of stories and secrets. It easily became one of my favorite hangout places in the city where I met like-minded people sharing love for the art of film photography.

Both pictures were taken during my first night at the studio which lasted until about the wee hours of the morning. I used an expired Fuji Superia 100 which came with my Olympus Pen EF.

FOWC’s prompt: Lamppost



#RiseUpTogether, Pride March 2018. A gathering of people who wanted to celebrate diversity and most especially, love. It’s important to rise up together and keep fighting for the equality and respect every human being deserves.

Cosina CT-1 Super
Fuji C200 & Kodak Ultramax 400 (expired)

Share My Blue


I might thank pain
for punching me

I am a pathetic girl
full of misery

Right now,
I perceive myself
as a burden too

For earlier,
I bothered friends
to share my blue

So, Come Back


The sky cleared up
But only for a while
The storm came back
As you waved goodbye

Swimmer’s Prompt: Clouds.



In a tropical country like ours, you’ll find summer almost every month. I did on November 2017! More than six different places on six consecutive days. On my first day, I already conquered two waterfalls in Valencia and walked around the city of Dumaguete. Then I found myself swimming with the turtles in Apo Island and riding the last ferry trip to the mystical island that is Siquijor where I spent Day 3. Sipalay, the most remote place I’ve been to so far, followed next and then I went to Bacolod before finishing it off in Guimaras. It sounds tiring, but Capilay Spring Park and Cambugahay Falls calmed me down, Tinagong Dagat and Sugar Beach reenergized me, Bacolod chicken inasal and Guimaras mango pizza filled me up, and the travelers I met inspired me with their stories. Yes, it is tiring, but the joy I felt in my heart is tenfold the ache I felt in my body. I don’t mind doing it all again if you ask me.

This post is part of #thestrangehertravels photo essay project.

four of a kind


The woman confused the girl
with no social cues

The girl fell for the man
with an awkward bruise

The man delighted the boy
with no smart views

The boy cried for the woman
with some awful issues

glass of comfort


Comfort comes from a glass at times when one could not find it anywhere. A cup of tea is no different from a shot of vodka, or in my case, a mug of hot tablea.

Photo Challenge: Liquid

when laughter isn’t enough


I’m generally doing okay in the state where I’m in right now but sometimes at night I miss the feeling of tears falling down my cheeks. It’s weird but at the end of some days I find myself longing for the me from months ago, anxious and crying effortlessly because of a lot of things, or the lack of some. Is it just me or does pain really grow into you that you’d go looking for it at times when your life seems boring?

Daily Prompt’s Laughter.

P.S. I wrote this October of 2017, I don’t know what got into me. Anw, it would be nice to hear your thoughts about it!