MonoLomo

*cross-posted from lomogroupie
i think i'm growing to like black and white.

for the not-so-random stranger who needs to read this

This used to be my story. The water washed it to your bank. Let it cleanse you, and know that it will not rest it your bank forever.
The current will take it out to sea.


By the river Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river—leaves, insects, the feathers of birds—is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.

By the river Piedra I sat down and wept. The winter air chills the tears on my cheeks, and my tears fall into the cold waters that course past me. Somewhere, this river joins another,then another, until far from my heart and sight all of them merge with the sea.

May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him.
May my tears run just as far, that I might forget the River Piedra, the monastery, the church in the Pyrenees, the mists, and the paths we walked together.

I shall forget the roads, the mountains, and the fields of my dreams, the dreams that will never come true.

I remember my "magic moment"that instant when a "yes" or a "no" can change one's life
forever. It seems so long ago now. It is hard to believe that it was only last week that I had found my love once again, and then lost him.

I am writing this story on the bank of the River Piedra. My hands are freezing, my legs are numb, and every minute I want to stop.

"Seek to live. Remembrance is for the old," he said.

Perhaps love makes us old before our time or young, if youth has passed. But how can I not recall those moments? That is why I write to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance. So that when I finish telling myself the story, I can toss it into the Piedra. That's what the woman who has given me shelter told me to do. Only then in the words of one of the saints will the water extinguish what the flames have written.

All love stories are the same.

just because there are 14,000,000 people in manila

doesn't mean i will not hear the skeetons rattling in your closet.
i'm very audient :p

besides, i can't help who i know, and who they know
so there is a big chance i will know of you.
especially if you talk shit about me even if we don't know each other.

Double-Duty

Visita Iglesia+Lomocrawl

Finished a roll and a half of 120s and a few shots on the oktomat. The lomos are yet to be processed. Hit a roadblock with the oktomat when the advance crank got stuck. Had to rewind the film so good luck ... hope double exposures work with the oktomat also.
In the meantime, some phone cam pics :p

Santuario de San Antonio Parish


Church of the Gesù


Monasterio de Santa Clara

gifts worthy of second level reading

a survival kit for everyday snags and tears
a dreamcatcher that i have to put together

i've been equipped :p-slash-:)

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pia and alfred, my favourite couple in the universe (haha i'm biased, sorry)

i always have so much fun with these two, kahit na i have to wear stilts when i'm with them kasi they're two full heads taller than me. it's like barbie, ken and skipper hahaha.

i can't wait for the sleepover. high school! and now pa lang i'm excited sa b/w 120 slides hahaha (alfred, sabi mo ha?)

but shempre, pinaka-pinaka excited ako for siquijor and dumaguete!
i'm so there! i hope there's a motor na small enough for me. or a vespa.
vespa to valencia!!!

acccckkk.
*blocks cosmic powers of udlot*

soon finally came

03.04.08
xocolat


i held court.
took my crown out of the chest, and put it on.

my high counsel
i wanted them to tell me that i made the wrong choice, that i should fight to the death.
to claim and own what i believe to be mine
to hold on and to stand fast

but they didn't

because they saw that it was futile
that it was not worth it
that it was false

they made me realize that armed with brutal honesty, i was capable of making sound judgement
i needed no validation
i knew
i knew all along.

aww,man. again?!

fork in the road

so where do i go and what do i do when i get there?
i'd like to be all quixotic and choose the road not taken but the road not taken was not taken for a reason, and at this point in my life, kamot-ulo moments might as well be laslas-pulso ones.

*uy run-on sentence haha*

I think i'll go buy na that hammock and guitar and live.

refresin

random post of an insomniac

i shy away from covers lalo na if i heart the original artist but sometimes, i change my mind.

i like cellar 55's version of u2's with or without you.
smashing pumpkin's rendition was kadiri but ari hest did a wonderful job on fleetwood mac's landlside. seven million hearts. i want to marry him :p
cassandra wilson owned neil young's harvest moon.
and dilana (of rockstar supernova) who is nakakatakot, was nakakakilabot in a good way when she did the tapang cover of johnny cash's ring of fire.

my pinaka hate? pizzicato 5's version of girl from ipanema.
buwiset.

Cleansed

He asked if I was okay and I didn't realize that I badly needed to be asked.
Words and tears flowed.
He didn't say he understood, or that he could relate, or that he knew where I was coming from.
He just listened and he listened well.

I tasted the sea on my face and it was cleansing.

I can stop writing now.