I totally forgot this photo journ haha! I only remembered this when I got a friend invite lol. Crap! Oh well apologies my sweet LJ. You and I will get acquainted again soon.

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It's been a while since I last updated this photo journal.  I'll get right back here soon enough.

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Thanks everyone!

 

This cake looks dirty and woody haha. Ugh!



It tastes good tho. Seriously.  Buy one from Coffee Bean.

 

I love me chucks mon!

 

Paparazzi shot.  That's my friend Sheryl. On our last dinner get-together.



Rastaman on a street partaaaay!!!  Love those dreads on some people.  I wouldn't have them on me tho haha.  Don't wanna destroy me hair dude.

 
When she looks at me...

 

I know the girl sees things nobody else can see.



come what may...

 

I am one of the crowd.  I am restless and listless.  I have opinions that I do not voice out but choose to remain calm and simmer in my own thoughts.  I wonder how much longer shall this continue.  I wonder if I need to be amongst the crowd.

 

Every footstep echoes in a cavernous wall of dread.  It's inside in each of us.  Intravenous feed of melancholy.



You've abandoned the cradle of our emotions.  It's just sitting there, lonely, staring on the wall, looking up the ceiling.  It's just there... dusty, smelly, fidgety, and embraced by the noise of silence.

 

Reminds me of how my heart breaks each time you cry and long for that moment...

 

Reminds me of promises that were broken and undone.  But also reminds me of 'just promises'.

 

Reminds me of my past and things I've done and did not do.

 

Reminds me of a future unknown and unclear.

 

Reminds me of success, of good times, the laughter and brightness.  Reminds me of all the triumphs and achievements done.

 

Reminds me of beauty.  Things I cannot possess and have possessed.  Reminds me of eloquence and romance.



Reminds me of what ties me to you.  Love... not chains.  A link to the future and what's to become of all of us.

 

No man's an island.

 

This grotto can sometimes be submerged underwater... depends on the tide. A very touristy spot in Boracay Island.  A landmark even.  
We always try to walk till where the grotto is.  Seems always a long walk but not really but it really is hahaha!

 

This was somewhere in Kalibo.  I was in a moving van when I took this shot.  Or was it a bus...  can't remember much.

 

This was in Davao in Paradise Island Resort - Samal Island.  Super low tide when we got there.



More low tide pics...  I wish to see more of Samal Island soon.

The roses are wilting,
The violets are dead,
The sugar bowls empty,
And so is your head.

The roses are wilted,
The violets are dead,
The sugar is lumpy,
And so is your head.

Roses may be red,
But violets are not blue.
And salt isn't sweet,
But neither are you.

(P.S. The poem didn't have anything to do with the photo. Hehehe!)



That's Raffy. He's my Papang. He strives for "pektos" in his throw haha. That lady on the left is the "I-don't-know-who-she-is" person.  I like the fact they were nsync during this throw.  Choreography people!!! Serendipitous bowling choreography haha!



The weight of the world about to crush my lil toes.
Naturally black-painted toes.
What lovely toes!