I remember the day we booked our tickets for this trip as if it had just happened. It was a rainy December afternoon and I was stuck in traffic with Ralf. I was mindlessly scrolling through my emails when I came across PAL’s announcement for their annual holiday seat sale. I scrambled to sit upright on my seat. I clicked the link and checked our dates for our Palawan trip. Our roundtrip airfare only cost P1600 inclusive of taxes! I opened our Telegram group chat immediately and typed with the speed of light.
“GUYS. ETO NA. SEND ME YOUR DETAILS.”
One by one, the personal details started pouring in. Prior to this, I had never booked a flight through PAL’s mobile website so it was a bit of a challenge since there were 5 tickets in total that I had to buy and not mess up any information. I read it again once, then twice, and one final time before I hit the PURCHASE button. A familiar email ringtone later and I had it: the tickets to our first high school barkada trip together (ever).
Continue reading “Puerto Princesa in Film”
I hid behind you for so long
that when I came into the light,
I was unrecognizable.
*Photo taken with the Ricoh XR 500
A collection of film photos that were forgotten but deserve to be shared.
We sat there, quietly making our way along a highway that we’ve passed a million times before. The song comes on and I start tearing up while thinking of everything that we were letting go off and leaving behind. I look at you as if it were the last time and you were crying as well.
Despite everything, all the fights, the tears, the screaming… despite knowing that this was the only way, we held on to each other like we always used to do. We said nothing because we already knew what didn’t need to be put into words.
Nobody said it would be easy leaving the person you loved most.
My family has always been on the quirky side; it’s very rare when we’re actually all together in the same place at the same time and last Christmas was no different. We were missing my older sister and her family but despite this, my dad really wanted us to get away from the city (Bacolod is nothing compared to Manila in terms of what a “city” is (it’s so much better, I promise you)) and have some family time together. So on the 26th, we climbed into our family cars and drove up to Manggapuri Villas in Don Salvador Benedicto.
Continue reading “Manggapuri Villas/Christmas 2015 in film”
I have a couple of rolls just waiting to be shared with all of you!
- Finally finish The Unbearable Lightness of Being
- Do quiet things in quiet places
- Tell everybody that I have no age/I don’t grow old anymore/my age is X.
*Photo taken in Don Salvador Benedicto, Bacolod City with my Ricoh XR 500.