Though this is a personal blog I don’t feel like this is the most appropriate place to lay out the events that took place of what was an emotionally turbulent summer, maybe if you happen to hear me perform my poems in a show somewhere or successfully get me drunk (and firm through my narcissistic theories that just like Marilyn Monroe I am a tortured artist stuck inside a perfect bubble) then I could, but what I can say here is that without the five people I’m showcasing below, I would not be where I am right now, which is so much better than where I thought I was heading.
What I’ve learnt is that while familiarity can indeed breed contempt, if you work hard enough, if you truly believe and focus on the light, familiarity can breed a heightened sense of love, one that radiates, one that is familial, unrelenting and most of all, unconditional.
To Josh, Ate Precious, Pao, Andrew and Barry.
To my better angels.
Westfield, Shepherd’s Bush
Diyosa.
Before and after I asked them to talk to each other for the camera.
There was so much going on in this shot, but the one thing that wasn’t blurry are the holding hands. Ganun daw talaga kapag may forever.
What a guy.
Chop Chop
Wala talagang kupas kapag diyosa! Hahaha learnt all that I know from this wonder woman right here. No, we’re not just talking photography.
