Anne Frank must have been really steamy one afternoon:
“Peter didn’t say another word about his parents; we just talked about books and about the past. The boy has such warmth in his eyes; I believe I’m pretty near to being in love with him. He talked about that this evening. I went into his room, after peeling the potatoes, and said that I felt so hot.” – Friday, 3 March, 1944
Gap. This is how she lays her hand on matters. She only dares to feel the superficial situation. I demonstrate to her how she does it by showing this photograph. She smiles and vanishes.
My Noisy Neighbor. Budoy wakes up and scolds me about the grungy guitar noise that I was making. You see, he is the landlady’s nephew.
Quack. You can bet that somewhere across this island there will be some fresh duck dumplings.
Grooving To The Groove. We dance in the afternoon sun. We remember the times when we were forced to take a nap. We are free.
McDonalds And The Black Hole. Seated at the left side of the bus, I saw this large patch on the window with cracks surrounding it. Then there was McDonalds in the background. “Is this not a good image to capture?” I asked myself.
Etchende’s Amigo!!! In short, “Do you understand that you must not pretend to be a student to save P1.50 of gruelling jeepney fare?” That was what I did when I found out that I only had P7.25 in my pocket. I was glad that was a Friday.
Plumeria. Everybody thought that the Plumeria trees died after the typhoon. They shed all their leaves and flowers. But then, the damp soil was fuming with this particular scent. A scent that was popular among cemeteries.
Old Hag Syndrome. This is the point where everyone can fly out to space, meet his guardian angel or plainly run away from a beast who likes to sit on people’s chest.
Reversing Roles. “So how does it make you feel? Well, I really think you should quit smoking.” – How Does It Make You Feel by Air
Model: Canon EOS 350D Digital
Lens: Canon Zoom Lens EF-S 18-55mm f3.5-5.6 II