CLOUD 9

Memories, for me, are priceless. I guess I can assume that each one of us has memories that can make us smile. I do, as a matter of fact, I have a lot of beautiful memories and just loves to reminisce. These little things may not be that great to others but I prefer to dwell with these memories.here are some moments in my life that cant seem to erase from my head.

When I was younger, I remember how my dad took me to another town for my 6th birthday and bought me a new watch. I remember how he held my hand as we crossed the street. Years later , I entered college and surprised how he still held my hand in crossing the street as we went to my new school for my psychological exam.

There was also a time when my lil brother and I laughed so hard while heading home after a day of playing tennis. I remember how we used to buy snacks on the money that is supposedly for our rela fare.
I could still remember how my cousins and I would go to our farm and go fishing. I remember the bonfire, the “puyo” fish and singing of rivermaya’s himala. During summer, I remember how we would race around the capitol grounds using our bicycles.

I remember how my grandpapa comforted me after losing from an election. I remember how he smiled at me, and how he let me understood in terms of accepting failures in life and to move on.

I remember how my mom would teach us to pray the rosary. I remember my sibling and I would bicker because all of us wants to lead the litany of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

I remember how my grandmamma would baby sit and sing to us a lullaby when my parents are not yet home from work.

Times may have passed but these good times will forever be cherished

Yup, those were good times.. good times indeed..

Just a week ago, I realized that my knowledge in journalism is starting to fade (you know the feeling where something inside you brain is starting to disappear?) well anyhow, that’s what I felt and in order to reverse the situation, I decided to be a contributor on our community newspaper. Fortunately, the publication accepted my request. Moving on, this week I will be covering and at the same time, documenting the chidren’s night of our city. It’s an annual event in the city government and I’ve been trying to find the right angle for the story. The development angle is the angle where the impact to the reader is present. It’s a bit difficult because I haven’t written articles for months now (you probably get what im saying). So how to deal with it? I guess I have to jot down all the facts about the events and think of the idea that can make the readers ponder to what I wrote. think think think..

Each photo tells a story..a quote from my photography mentor back in college. Ever since I saw a camera, i dreamt of having one. I was 7 then when my dad let me held his manual camera and tought me how it works. All he said was to look in the view finder and click (press the shutter release). When I saw the printed ones, I was so amazed and never stopped borrowing it from him. I love to take pictures as each moment captured is priceless for me. You can never turn back the time where you are still in a baby crib or on a high school uniform. When I reached college, we had a photography major and I was thrilled to attend the class and I never missed even one session. From learning the parts of a single lens reflex camera to knowing the different kinds of photography, I listened to our teacher who is by the way very cool and approachable. Because of such amazement, I begged my folks to buy me an SLR of my own. After 2 months of convincing them, they bought me a manual SLR camera. I like it but its very difficult at first especially getting the depth of field shots. After a month, I begged them again for a digital camera because of our fieldtrip and it was a requirement. So now, I have a manual SLR and a digital camera but you know the cliché, man is never satisfied.. and with that, im planning to buy my own digital SLR camera. But here’s the thing, I have to work hard for it and save money. So ajah/ good luck for me!I know it’s not easy but hey, its worth the sacrifice. :) below are some of the shots I took using my digital camera.


playing with candles


agutayan beach, jasaan, philippines


baklayon church, bohol, philippines


chito miranda of parokya ni edgar during their concert in CDO, Philippines :)


Oblation of UP Diliman, Quezon City, Philippines


my cousins during our vacation in jasaan


my cousin doing the mermaid pose


chocolate hills, Bohol, Philippines


playing with the lights during the Parokya ni Edgar concert in CDO last 2007

Why is it that everytime Monday comes, I feel like the world is on my shoulder? The load, the pressure, the stress of facing a new week just makes me snooze more. It was always like this ever since I was in grade school. I remember when I used to lie about being sick just so I could prolong the weekend. Its different before since its ok for me to be absent in classes. Hey, I was a kid back then :). Now that im working, I cant be absent in work. Honestly, i feel more pressure right now, I have to do my tasks whether i like it or not. Its stressful but fun. my dad said that I should do my tasks with no buts and ifs. i used to complain a lot from the work im doing. Cut me some slack ok, im a freshie to this employment world (what an alibi.. lol). But as the months passed, I’ve learned to deal and adjust with the load and now, im beginning to feel comfty about it. but despite of the comfty feeling, the manic Monday feeling is still in my system. But its ayt, at least I could sense some thrill and excitement in my life.

for a moment i thought he could stay longer
for a moment i tried to tell him i love him so much
for a moment i wished i could turn back time
for a moment i lied that i was ok
for a moment i smiled for all the wonderful memories
for a moment i cried because i miss him so much
for a moment i looked for him in his room
for a moment i remembered how he comforted me when i was down
for a moment i though it was just a dream seeing him in his casket
for a moment i realized that he is gone...


my grandfather's death anniversary is fast approaching and all i could think of is what to do on that day. i just miss him. may your soul rest in peace grandpapa..

Have you watched news lately? If you havent, then just for a bit of a newsflash: Philippines (specifically Luzon) has been suffering on a series of typhoons, damaging a lot of properties, increasing mortality rates and not to mention, bringing a huge drop on the economy sector. I haven’t seen such great calamity in the world since the tsunami in 2000. The worst part is, this calamity brought a new set of problems in the country. I heard that the calamity fund/ budget of the government is not enough for the recovery of such damages. What hurts me the most is the people that were affected by the typhoons. True indeed that a pictures tell stories and they’re enough to deliver the message that these victims have gone through the past week. Tears falling down and eyes barely awake as these victims face a very big obstacle: to start all over again. I know that a lot of people have reached out to send relief goods for these victims.We call this Bayanihan,(volunteerism) and that’s what makes me proud as a Filipino. As the Late Pres. Corazon always said, LABAN! (fight or don’t give up), we should not give up during these times. Instead, we should help hand in hand to help these people and our country rise from this problem. I know that with strong and firm to GOD and to ourselves, all of us can recover such tragic happening.