PLANTATION BAY

My friends and I recently visited Cebu, but we only had a day to go around the city as we planned to spend more days on Malapascua Island. Straight from the airport, we were picked up by our contact tour guide and driver Kuya Jack. We didn't have a strict itinerary for the city tour, so we just let him take us to spots he thinks we'd enjoy. We did a series of hotel visits, three actually, and the one that made me fire the shutter instantly was at Plantation Bay Resort and Spa.

It had a rustic yet comfortable and fresh feel.

We roamed around a bit while riding the tourist cart, and we were suddenly surrounded with beautiful rooms as though they were little beach houses (sadly, not in the photos). They had gazebos (which reminded me of Emily's beach house in Revenge), men in horses with carriages, and a man-made beach and sandy shore.

How refreshing! I wish we could go back and stay here even for just a night or two :)

RIDING ON CLOUDS

Just came back from vacation about three weeks ago, but here I am yearning again for a time away from the city, traffic and computers.

PASTEL

Taken from different parts of Boracay, yet somehow their hues happen to be of the same color set. Knowing that the settings of my UWS (f/22, 1/125) will only bring out proper exposure in a bright sunny day, I still pushed through shooting these even it’s already late in a cloudy afternoon with an expired film.

I think the grain is still bearable :)

SAME, SAME. DIFFERENT, DIFFERENT.

POSTING ALL THESE BECAUSE

I miss Baguio. Have been several times there before but it was only until the last time I went (2011) did I only appreciate the trip to the far north. The late night walk at the Session Road to the hotel after having drinks at La Azotea is unforgettable. The way the cold wind is only felt on the surface of my skin just because my body has generated enough heat from the alcohol made me feel somehow invincible. It’s one of the moments I can easily take out from my memory bank, press play and it’s as if I’m there once again. That’s how vivid it is. It’s one of my go-to memories whenever I feel wanderlust. And;

I want to try film again. This one doesn’t need a description, just look at how (i don’t intend to be self-deprecating, but really, crappy) the photos are.

PARTIAL BLISS. SIMPLE JOY.

Commuting is no joke when you’re traveling from South to North five times a week for six months now. This is where I take the phrase “daily grind” literally. I usually anticipate riding the MRT everyday with fear, most especially during the rush hour in the evening. A part within me dies every time I see a long line waiting for me. But that doesn’t end there yet. Wait until the MRT cars arrive, will you only know hell on earth has commenced.

Within the duration of riding the MRT, I have already had my fair share of mind-blowing experience. I swear, people just immediately turn into monsters in a jam-packed MRT! System, please.

On the brighter but rarer side of things, I happen to be in my favorite spot in the MRT today. Jackpot! It’s the end part of the car where there is a rail to lean on. Miraculously, only few passengers where standing when I hopped on it on my way home. Ahhh, the comfort of propping your elbows on to the rail, just chillin’ and reading an e-book. No sweaty arms or other protruding body parts of strangers getting in my way.

Partial bliss. Simple joy.