my distant longing

It's not necessary to hurt other people when I just wanted to say is to spare me. What we know about relationship is quite too far with the emotions we have to give, so as we have to offer in the real sense. It's between that distance that we may, perhaps, understand. 

I may be the indifferent that you always thought. The one strange thing you have mistakenly met. So, I would rather keep distant. Being away, at times,  is a consolation. 

I never wanted to hurt other people. Spare yourself, too.

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. 

a photo and its story

This photo was taken in Tagaytay, at People's Park I think. I used my holga 135 BC for a weekend getaway with Melvin and Sheila. In the roll, I think this was the best photo I've ever captured. If it's not the best, then I think this was the decent one. 


I remember how we used to see each other before, but in a one mistake everything has changed. That's why, I would rather be with my friends and family, they could understand well than others. But then again, I love this photo, not the memory of it even if it entails a lot of story.