Saturday, May 21, 2011

Kabulakan Festival 2011 brings my groove back!

For some weird (?) reasons, my pursuit in photography was drowned, rock bottom (so gone, so dead. as in patay na, dedbol, double dead) at the tail-end of summer three years ago. As one theory would have it: my Muse committed harakiri and left me licking my own wound. Ouch!

Fast forward >>> I'm in the middle of a road choked to foot traffic in downtown Dumaguete with a hundred and fifty pesos in my pocket and a word in my head. Inside, the word loops and loops like last song syndrome: wabi-sabi. My thoughts are beginning to drown in the beat of the drums and my pores beginning to rupture under the three o'clock sun.

It's been four days since that word was shoved and snugged right in the tonsils of my head (seriously, I can't imagine a tonsil in my head! hahaha). Beauty that is imperfect, impermanent and incomplete--wabi-sabi. So, here I am in an ocean of strangers whose bodies smell like salt and onions (which will also be my smell in a few minutes).

I'm here to resuscitate whatever is left in my fish eye and see the world through my innate wabi-sabi. I'm glad, I came.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

end of the road

...thank you all for joining me.
--last entry.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Singapore swing, Bali swig

Singapore Swing!

Singapore Changi Airport Terminal 2
W and I arrived in Singapore yesterday morning. And as always, Singapore's Changi Airport is a destination in itself. I would have loved to linger and get lost in the vastness of Terminal 2, but our bags had been checked-in (15-kilo baggage allowance per person with Airphil Express!), so we must get past the immigration procedures in record time and pick our bags at the conveyor belt.