Street Photography II

One of the reasons why I love walking is because I got the chance to capture art in the most ignored places. 

The familiar places and faces that seem to be random and meaningless becomes a form of art.

Every random coincidences and routine chances becomes a story.

Every granite, every edifice.

Every stranger and familiar faces.

Every smell of that same yellow flowers every month of March.

Every breeze of December zephyr.

Every wet pavement of June.

Every sunsets and sometimes sunrise.

Every summer auburn leaves.

All becomes a story.

Beautiful.

Art.

Defying Odds

The Vault

Alignment

Haze

Gatepass

Circa '01

I have to say it now, it's been a good life all in all, it's really fine to have a chance to hang around...

And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in. How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.

How long it's been since yesterday, what about tomorrow and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

Highschool pic

Broken But Smiling

Strength isn't about how much you can handle before you break. It's about how much you can endure after you've been broken. 

- Robert Tew

Photography is the art of capturing a moment to be preserved for a hope of eternity.

And this is actually one of my personal favorites. 

I shoot this photo years ago and the story was... 

I actually found the broken Mickey mug on the desk just like that...

Broken but smiling.

Yes...

Broken... But still smiling.

"The only thing worse than choosing wrong is not choosing at all" - O. Mann

The bEst and wOrst Day of June

I lived, and I learned

Had you, got burned

Held out, and held on

God knows, too long

And wasted time, lost tears

Swore that I'd get out of here

But no amount of freedom gets you clean.

 - TS

Angel's Conspiracy

Did angels conspired

For you to witness the fall

But why didn't you wished?

It was a star all along.

Was it the scars or your pride

That made you blind in all

You failed to see that you missed

And the fall was on me all along.

Auburn

Give me the matches

Let me reignite the spark

That started the very first fire.

Rekindle the Auburn summer

That was lost from the autumn's winter

On that Tuesday night of June.

Let me be lost in amber sunsets

Drown in teal oceans

Of purple-pink skies.

On the summer of '92.

Street Photography

One of the reasons why I love walking is because I got the chance to capture art in the most ignored places. 

The familiar places and faces that seem to be random and meaningless becomes a form of art.

Every random coincidences and routine chances becomes a story.

Every granite, every edifice.

Every stranger and familiar faces.

Every smell of that same yellow flowers every month of March.

Every breeze of December zephyr.

Every wet pavement of June.

Every sunsets and sometimes sunrise.

Every summer auburn leaves.

All becomes a story.

Beautiful.

Art.

Graffiti

Keep Me Posted

Rusty Pick-up Truck

Stay

Tired

To the Haze of the City and Go South

March

A Childish Grin and a Camera

The Godfather

Norwegian Wood

My Feet Roamed

Privilege

Defying Time

Drops of Jupiter

59

October's Fall

Autumn's Playlist

I know I'm not the center of the universe

But you keep spinning round me just the same.

Lovelock

Lives on Different Sides

Stigmatized

Stories Has 3 Sides

Calje Sto. Tomas

Thor

Finding Fofo

I met Fofo during the darkest days of my life. People always thought that I shine. I was always bright. Little did they know that I am just using an artificial light to  add a spark in my dark life. But you see, Fofo saw the darkness in me and the light I have to create for myself. Fofo accepted both the darkness and light in me. Only Fofo saw that. Sometimes I wonder if he sees through me or did I just showed him the real me. But what gave me the reason to do that? I never let anyone inside my soul. I am good at creating walls. I'm too good actually. So that made me question if it's magic or did I just had a moment of weakness when I drew all my guards down.

So Fofo and I were almost inseparable. Maybe it is just my illusion, or maybe it was real cause it felt real then. And I don't want to go to oblivion yet. Not yet.

Fofo became my Orion. He was the story I've always prayed and dreamed of. He was the story that I wanted to write. In fact, he was the story that I wanted to happen to me.

But with the love of the love that was more than love, I didn't know what happened.

My story became someone else's story. 

I cried to all the gods. I got mad and angry. I felt betrayed by fate. I got deceived by my destiny. And with all the right things I've done, I question all the gods and angels what am I guilty of that I deserve such betrayal. I wasn't blameless but I wasn't a demon either to be cast down to freezing hell.

The gods stole my story.

The angels conspired with them.

So I never had the chance of the happy ending.

Fofo went his away across the moon rivers while I was left on the shore like the Huckleberry's friend.

Finding Fofo and losing him began the series of hauntings in my life.

I was looking for Fofo in everyone and everywhere. Like the face I can't imagine in the faceless crowd. 

Sometimes, loneliness is starting to creep inside me and I am starting to fear it.

Fofo became the standard. 

The Mcfarland. 

The reference.

Soon every granite and every stone reminds me of him. Every song sings about him. Every conversation became all too petty for I only speak my language with him.

I see Fofo every once in awhile in my dreams picking periwinkles of violet hues telling me that if it turns red he'll love me again.

But all periwinkles remained violet and some whites.

I miss Fofo.

For the longest time, I carry the story of Fofo inside my heart. I wanted to release it. Maybe then I'll be free. 

But if I'll be honest enough, I know Fofo will always have the reserved seat in my heart. He has gotten my soul, how could I be released? How could I be free?

If soulmates are true enough, then Fofo will be mine. I knew from the moment I laid my eyes on him. 

I love Fofo.

And I will always love Fofo.

And I don't want to look for any other.

For I already found my Fofo.

Till then I'll wait for my Fofo.

Footnotes:

Fofo is a fictional character but is actually based on real events. Fofo represents the soulmate we always knew we had but never had the chance to have... Just yet. For so many reasons, like time, circumstances, and all the changes life has to offer. But just like me, we don't give up on our Fofos. We simply can't. Because Fofo is the reason why we still believe. Fofo is the faith without the clause to believe in.