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May 12, 2014

These photos were taken using Samsung WB5500. I had this experiment with using a used x-ray film as filter. The result was astonishing. I now have dreamy photographs of some spots at home and the neighborhood. <3

Blackout on a Holloween Evening
(When I was a little kid, I used to be fascinated with the idea that not all apparitions I saw were of living people.)
May 8, 2014 / 2 notes

Blackout on a Holloween Evening

(When I was a little kid, I used to be fascinated with the idea that not all apparitions I saw were of living people.)

How a Night Feels to a Cancer Patient
May 8, 2014 / 2 notes

How a Night Feels to a Cancer Patient

May 5, 2014

Midnight at Sabayle Street

When I was college student I used to spend nights at Sabayle Street. Friends played blues while being wasted by some drinks since the afternoon. I laughed at some local jokes, and raised brows at some occasional kiss-and-tell stories. Best of all, they cooked hardcore cuisine of pork intestinal and some colossal fishes I barely knew. And when it’s almost midnight, I fixed my bag and set to bid buh-bye.

When I went outside, Sabayle Street was empty of any motor vehicle. What I only saw were apparitions of, perhaps, lovers foreplaying in public, tipplers finding their way home, and/or some robbers counting their catch which they would fairly divide among themselves.

I would walk my way to the post office since it was where I could find jeepneys ( a public transportation in the Philippines). As I walked along the street, the road seemed like a huge blue snake with neon orange spots. At both sides of it, old and new buildings stood next to each other and the array reminded me of my bookself which my mother needed to fix at least twice a day. Half opened windows made me imagine stories of murder and an affair of a couple who were then complete strangers to each other. The electrical wires freely stretched across the indigo and red violet sky. To simply say it, Sabayle Street was strangely beautiful.

But it was a dangerous place they said. Many were robbed and killed there. I wasn’t surprise to know that. I wasn’t surprised that I still found the entire place beautiful despite it being dangerous at the same time. That’s a thing about beauty - it flourishes more when it is hard to get.

May 5, 2014

This is my first post on Tumblr. The materials I used for these were pencil and wax crayons on 8.5 x 11 paper. The titles of and some information about the works are written on the description box of each picture. I hope you’ll like it.