Hello Again, Photography

to tame the monster in our heart. we want more than we can take so there's an imbalance of distribution of natural resources

napakahirap maging magaan sa mundong panandalian. ang susunod na minuto hindi natin alam. baka may pill box na bumagsak sa bumbunan, may kotseng umaarangkada at lito, baka may lason ang hapunan, may 

Krishna Krsna Krishna Krsna Krishna, hey!

if there will be next time.

Na an gabos pagsadiri ta.

birth, diseases, old age, then death

we want to buy all the cameras that we like if we can but there will always be one camera that we can't live without, it's the same when loving somebody special, we might get attracted to different individuals but there will be always be one person whose voice, eyes, gestures, hugs, kisses, touch, or stories, we will always long for

the cow is like our mother and we kill her. she gives us milk and byproducts like yogurt and cheese that if mixed with other foodstuffs can create various palatable dishes

fucking depressing that we give our life to rock and roll bands, celebrities, and others like us who are walking with two healthy feet yet miserable

Metal has a space in my heart. Along with Krear Bathala, Dark Dungeon is one of Tabaco City's finest. Alvin Matias Jr. shredding his Ibanez

we pay to get scared. terror train brutes giving their all, sometimes it's fun to scare those rascals with a camera and a flash

there's something about fire, my sins feel like burning, karma is at a taxicab at a nearby curb waiting. finding the courage to chant again so the embers of my hedonism will burn into ashes

it might be blues, jazz, ska, with trumpets, sax, trombone, intoxicated or not, there's high. temporary happiness with phrasing that seems eternal you don't want it to end

still into mundane music. for now, it's Floyd, Dylan, Jazz, The Smiths, Sonic Youth, and electronic artists such as Brian Green and Tim Kaiser, but going to local gigs to watch fave bands such as Albay's Layla's Story is keeping me sane

street photography is jazz and blues, minor chords are not the saddest tones, our life has various phases as well, we act spontaneously and embrace whatever life will give us.  

emotionally injured with selective amnesia. we have hurt other people too. we make them yearn suicide as well. coffee makes us forget all the pain. in poetry and photography, we try to remember them, and hope that we can somehow learn

there is drama in cafeterias, coffee shops, even if it is a bourgeois or a carpenter’s watering hole. it might not matter if it is for the nicotine, caffeine, or hangover, it is about to momentarily forget that we have cancer and we’re slowly dying