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


first roll of film


On July of 2017, I bought a Canonet 1961 to fulfill my desire of trying on a new hobby: film photography. My excitement doubled after putting in a fresh roll of Fuji Superia Xtra 400 on the site where I planned to take my first shot: UP Diliman.

I remember it clearly, my first shot—it was of a man running along the pavement of UP Lagoon, just before he passed by the lamppost #18. It was rather ambitious for a beginner like me to capture that moment, and the film probably felt that as a couple of frames were cut after it got crumpled in the spool of the camera, which was equivalent to all the pictures from UP. Ate Gina, the woman who saved my first roll, said it could still be used, and so I did.

Days and weeks of abandoning the camera and sort of giving up on it have passed before I picked it up again for a day tour in another UP campus: Los Baños. I used up a number of frames and saved some for my nearing solo travel getaway and everything was going according to plan. That was of course until I realized I was taking too many shots, way more than the available exposures of the film roll.

I had the camera checked by some hobbyist friends at work and my luck stated that the shutter was stuck. Not only did my mind explode from the probability that all moments weren’t captured, but my heart also sunk with the thought of film rejecting me. Or maybe it was just the camera.

The year ended and I was starting to lose care on film but January is my month and it turned everything around. A friend gave me an advanced birthday present and guess what it was: a Cosina CT-1 Super. Since my Fuji roll can still work despite its fortune, I loaded it and started shooting, on the day of my birthday no less. I was hoping for the best, as always, but my foolishness got in the way when I forcibly rewound the film a month after using it all up. Ate Gina came to my rescue once more and saved the remaining film that can still be processed.

Of the 23 frames that survived, these are the only decent ones I’m proud enough to share.

I had a love-hate relationship with film over the course of eight months, but the excitement I felt when I got my shots back couldn’t be explained, and in my dictionary that kind of excitement fills my soul up. Now, I therefore say, that shooting film is one of the things that will keep me alive.

a beautiful goodbye


I took the first photo before I left Siquijor, the second one before I left Sugar Beach at Sipalay. Out of all the places I’ve been to during my six-day vacation this November, these two are my favorite. And I think the sunset has something to do with it.

Photo Challenge: Serene

the lone chair on a long shore


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The picture evokes different kinds of emotions, but mostly the melancholy ones. Like waiting for something or someone that would never come.

P.S. Ever since I took this photo it has been etched on my mind. I hope you really feel something out of it.



Ordinary structures that fascinate me—formed by happenstance and captured to last forever. Unlike your heart in mine.

keep film alive


Film is not dead and it will never die. Old souls will always emerge and in every generation, a fraction will keep them alive.

Photo Challenge: Unusual

things get bleak


Some bridges burn
Some things get bleak
Some people hurt
Some friends don’t speak

8 hours


The sand is my bed
And the waves are my lullaby
The stars give me dreams
And the sun breathes me life

P.S. Just a short story about the photo and the micropoem:

I traveled alone again last May and the picture above was taken in Digyo Island. The night before, I was feeling a bit lonely as I haven’t got any friends around so I roamed the island. Eventually, I met the Rosinas family, they were very generous and I felt at ease right away. I even asked to sleep with them when I learned where they spend the night, along the shore and under the galaxy. When we woke up at 5am, this beautiful sunrise greeted us. Everything turned out for the best and I really felt one with nature during my stay. In a span of 8 hours, the sea and the stars and the sun accompanied me, and I never felt lonely again.