Worm's Eye View

When I hit rock bottom, I had an epiphany about friendship; that it is a relationship built on trust and earned not by a click on the mouse, as in Facebook. True friends may force you to see your mistakes yet, they stick around, even if you are being a sniveling pain in the ass. Most importantly, friends administer tough love in a kind and compassionate way, and not by an acerbic tongue.

It is ironic that I only understand the facets of friendship when I was at the lowest point of my life. Perhaps, from my view on the ground, I had a sneak peek on a person's mind. But, I'd like to think that someone has pointed me the reflection of the sky, that there's no other way for me but up.

And that someone are my best friends.

Calla Lily

This has been going on in my mind for the past few days. I plan to create a bigger painting of this subject, using acrylic. For now, as it is in planning stage, I used pastel on my sketchpad.

I'd love to hear suggestions and comments from all of you. Thanks.

A Star for Mario

When the Super Mario-themed shoot came up, either a star or  mushroom would be the obvious prop. This won't be difficult to find as Jotay planned to use stuff toys. However, I realized it was one of those the-things-you-crave-are-just-out-your-grasp moments.

I scoured the toy stores at SM for a yellow star or purple mushroom; only to find a red stuff star with a pair of blue eyes and a smiling mouth (My apology for the lack of image for the red star. It was saved in my phone. Right now, my laptop has trouble connecting with my phone). Considering the time limitation, I decided to improvise.

Pulling Myself Up

My life has taken me into a different direction the past years. I can say I had reached rock bottom a few times. Much as I'd like to say I have hit the ground running, I know I mostly crashed and burnt. Since I led a very private life, not many have known. And I'd like to keep it that way.

There are two things I learned from that plunge. One, it is very much tempting to stay at the bottom, to succumb to self-pity and self-loathing. Two, there is always a light beyond the web of negativity.

Even if it is merely a flicker, it is enough of a beacon to guide me through, out of my misery.

A Kaleidoscopic Montage

When I first came here at USC-TC, the very first thing that made an impact to me is the church up in the hill. (Believe me, my mother never stops telling it to any family or friend.) As years passed, I always enjoy looking at the church. For me, this is a foolproof beacon of the Talamban Campus. Once you see the cross on the hill, you have reached USC-TC.

Yesterday, I was looking at it while waiting for dusk to settle. It had been a long day, and a long night ahead, so I decided to enjoy an inexpensive R&R. And lo! I was treated to an extravaganza of colors by Mother Nature.

It was around 6:03 PM, when I took my first picture of the church. The sun has not begun its descent yet.

Someone's Watching

   Paper: Moleskine sketchpad

   Medium: Graphite pencil

Hidden Grief

A woman's pain is well hidden inside. It is masked by her purposeful stride, the confident shoulders, and engaging smiles. Her thoughts are seemingly witty, but in every pregnant pause is an excruciating wail she tries to bottle up, to see through the end of each day.

A Child's Gaze

Paper: Moleskine sketchpad

Medium: Graphite pencil

Gibbous

This is a poem I wrote months ago but I'd like to publish this again, this time, along with my first decent shot of the gibbous moon, during the wake of the July Super Moon.

By my window, I saw

A quarter moon hanging low.

So white against black

Its glows intense, knows no slack.

From whole, it waned.

Oblivion, it'll soon gain.

For seven nights, it'll rest.

Then, it'll wax to its best.