past horrors

This photo was taken in Tagaytay for a December respite :)

Recently, I have this urge to visit Macgregor to be alone, to create one solitary pursuit I could offer to myself.  But the truth is, I must ascertain things to just slip away from guilt. I don't need  silent dwellings on the hopes of justifying mistakes. I'm not blaming myself, I actually just wanna think that it was my fault. And I can't get over it. 

 I sometimes feel that I have to neglect the echoes resounding in my ears. I need to think. I need to escape. I need to feel better. 

My past is always haunting me. Just like this photo, it could be so beautiful but when you try to look back, it only creates fear. 

By the way, I paid another expensive coffee here in Macgregor. 

time and distance are synonymous

My first ever toy camera, holga. That was the August-birthday-party-went-horrible when I received the package. It wasn't an ordinary joy for me, there was a kind of leap... plus I was little too drunk. 

I realized one thing that night after some temper tantrums gone too far off the normal. 
She thought we betrayed her. She thought that's how a simple anguish can wash the friendship away. She thought that's how shallow she can dig us. She thought, nonetheless. 
Well, the friendship was fixed after 2 years. But are there really some fixings? or it was just the time?

The gap overhauled the differences, it made us feel numb for a while but things will just find its way to be healed.
Now, my lomo camera collection is going bigger. I already have eight, yet, I left all of them in the box not because I'm not using them anymore, it's because I  wanna keep them safe--since, I'm in a distant.
For time and distance are capable of measuring human connection, thus, they are synonymous.