Can you imagine?

What of those days ahead?
Will it just be a dream... a dream..
Was it all what it could seem
You and me, you and me.

If ever you wanted me, you could have me. 
Though I think independently,
I still feel, I still feel. 
And I know we could make it work
Though this distance is absurd, absurd. 


Reality sinks in.. I know I will miss your face
So close to mine, your heart has it's place
In my hand, in my hand...
But when we depart, will Life understand, understand. 


These melancholy songs, 
The haze around me, the words I sing along
But will it all seem wrong in the end, in the end.
How will it end with you, 
My lover, my best friend.

It's official

Just yesterday I watched a bit of this documentary on the American Society of Cinematographers and really first caught of glimpse Vittorio Storaro. My new hero, amongst many other talented individuals, most who are yet to be famous. It's inspiring to be surrounded my creativity constantly and I realized just yesterday this is where I want to be. This is everything I wanted. Everything just a year before that I wrote down as my dream job and posted on my fridge. The letter which I wrote to myself about wanting to be creative, to have adventure, to gain experiences, to be surrounded by positive, creative individuals and to have the opportunity to work beside them.. to inspire others and be inspired.... that letter which I wrote to myself and signed, is the exact replica of my life right now. I made this happen for myself because I wanted it and I wanted it bad... the funny thing is, I've been here for 3 months and up until now, I never knew I wanted it or knew I had it right in front of me. This is my focus. Film-making and everything to do with it is where I want to remain. At least for now. At least for as long as I am able.

Balloons on Beaches
Bohol, Philippines 2010

Tiki Huts Fill the Sky
Bohol, Philippines 2010

Chocolate Covered Starfish
Bohol, Philippines 2010

The Kids of the Islands

Island Inhabitants

Dinner time

Hats for Sale

Don't be pathetic

I am not so sure. 
These characters that I play become entangled into one.

I wear these glasses to cover up my eyes. 
I wear the other kind so I am not blind.

Who says this is how you're supposed to be? 
Why are we victimized by society?

No one is impressed. 
No one cares how you dress. 
No one knows that your life is a mess.

But you. You are the only one who defines just the way you are.

Yet, we are here to show the world just who we are. 

Oh, but we silly creatures.. we take ourselves so seriously.

Fools, how we are when life is just a game. 

Come find me with my silly little scarf. I can wear it so well.

I can wear many faces if I so choose 
Because I have decided I can be whomever.

If I am silly enough to believe myself in all my seriousness, 

Then I am silly enough to play the game. I dress up for me. 

And it is you that cares. Because you are just as silly. 

So don't be pathetic, quit lying to yourself.

You have no idea where you are going, just like the rest of us.

Let us then, simply enjoy our own stupidity together. 

Our own stupid, serious, silly little game of dress up and chase the rainbow.

We can only go as far as then, now and tomorrow.