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Weekly Writing Challenge: Abstraction

Weekly Writing Challenge: Abstraction: For these week’s writing challenge, experiment with image editing on WordPress.com. Take one of your existing photos and rework it by either cropping it into an extreme close-up, flipping it around, or turning it on its side. Then, write a post about your (now) abstract photography skills.

Hop in, hop out, all in the mouth — your nose, your eyes, princess disguise!

 
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Posted by on March 12, 2013 in Weekly Writing Challenge

 

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

Weekly Writing Challenge: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

real moments

A real moment in time!  This is an old picture I uploaded on Facebook captured last June 29, 2011.  I was with my sister by heart but not biologically related best friend named Wilmzie with his brother, Chris who captured this caught-in-a-moment, self-detailed photo for without any warning, he just flipped his camera from its case and decided to take our picture in this not-sure-to-be-trusted place at night for some reported phone snatch scenes randomly occurred.

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It all started so funny for the three of us, so unplanned, unprepared, without any permission from the elders, decided to go to Enchanted Kingdom in Laguna, Philippines where all different kinds of Unlimited Rides of a lifetime can be found and enjoyed for the whole day.  So many things and unexpected events occurred along the way as we traveled to this nearby province just an hour and a half away up north Manila yet, we still managed to get there safely around three in the afternoon.

Then the magic began and the day started just right!

We enjoyed the whole day, taking unlimited pictures in almost every corner of the whole park and bravely taking breathtaking rides.

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We enjoyed the food as well and talk along the way.  Everything in there was already almost nearly perfect and though we arrived there late in the afternoon, we still all felt like we got there since morning and enjoyed the rest of the day.

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We did enjoy everything in there and the companionship of us, three as well.  We were like little kids running from one ride to another, laughing at one joke to another, eating from one store to another and living our lives like there was no tomorrow.  Bottomline is, it was all F-U-N!

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It’s already night when we left the place and commuted a provincial bus back to Manila and along the way, we’re still very happy.  A lot of talks and chit-chats and knickknacks on the other hand.

I happened to be the walking map at this one-day out and I somehow got confused on where to stop to get home.  Bravely I assumed I knew it all along and so we stopped at a certain bus stop.

As we got off the bus, I looked around and definitely, it’s EDSA, the main access road in the whole Metro Manila that takes a traveler from one city to another city within the metro.  I proudly said, “Yah, we’re here!  And all we need is just one more bus ride and we’re home.”  Then so I tried to call for a bus yet none of them stopped over.  There were a lot of buses passing us yet none of them even dared to look at us.

“That’s weird!”  I whispered then I looked around again and there I realized that we made a wrong stop.  The right one was still almost half a kilometer away which we needed to walk at that time.  I so hated it.  I hated it because it was my mistake.  I always hate making mistakes and above all, to suffer the consequences there is to take.  Worse was that, it even took us minutes for us me to realize it.

So there, we walked until we got to the right bus stop.  Wilmz and I realized where we were and felt a little chill right up our nape and so we not-obviously glanced our eyes to each other like pretending that we understood each other’s thought, and alertly looked around while waiting for the right bus.

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Surprisingly, Chris, her brother, without any negative thought and unaware of the place, took his camera, positioned the lenses and was about to take our picture which startled us and made us unconsciously react in very different unprepared ways that got so lousily caught in the above picture.  Funny how we reacted that got captured in the very first undeniable photo for what we actually told him was “Huwag!” a Filipino word that means, “Don’t!”  That’s because there were a few passers-by anywhere and not to take the risk, one in a million chance, the camera may get snatched.

I’m not saying here that this certain place along EDSA is indeed a notorious place.  It’s only that time where random occurrences were reported almost every night.  This time, I even walk the place some time at night all alone and I no longer get scared as how the place used to scare me before.

So, that’s the story of this cannot-be-denied startled photo.  I didn’t really like it at first time for I was so unpretty on the capture yet, looking back over the years, well, I still looked so unpretty yet the photo itself was so honest and genuine.  It’s funny to look back right at that time yet, though without words, the picture alone is enough to tell the whole long story about the three good friends who traveled out-of-town so unprepared and unplanned.

 
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Posted by on March 6, 2013 in Weekly Writing Challenge

 

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Characters

I’ve been through a lot in life that molded me into this person I have become.  Part of me turned all good while another part turned swayed and lost.  More likely my emotions for a lot happened in the past that had built me up emotions really unecessary and would contribute nothing but all waste and empty boxes in my life.  These emotions I don’t have any control of and I can hardly run away from.  These are the emotions of a Bipolar.  Yes, I am one and I’m no longer scared of facing it.  There are times though when it eats me in half and consumes me yet, I’m forcing myself to live my life one day at a time.

Today, I’m writing for the most wonderful person in my life who contributed so much on how to live my life and how to become a better person.  This person took me for who I really am and not for whom she wished I was nor for what she could benefit out of me.  This person plays a very important role in my life with all her beautiful and unique way of showing me her love, inner soul and intentions.  This person never got tired of me and I know in the end, when all has gone and all that’s left is just me and my broken hands, she’s gonna be there to pick me up and lend me hers.

Mama and IThis beautiful person is my mother, Mrs. Teresita “Tessie” Deveraturda-Pil, who gave me life and brought me all the beauty in the world.  She’s been my bestfriend, teacher, nurse and adviser for ever since my life in this big city started, she’s been very supportive and never missed any of my ups and downs, accomplishments and downfall, and all my normal days and my manic-depressive episodes.  Even way before it all started, she’s already there and even now and I do know that even after it all ends, she’s still gonna be there for me.  At times, I cry in resentment and denial for what life brought me, she’s always got this unique way of reaching out to me delivering her ever sweet motherly words, “I’m always here for you my little girl!” though she’s not actually saying it at all.  She’s got this unique way of beng there for me at times I need her the most though she’s actually miles away.  She’s always got this unique way of waking my inner will to live my life and convince me not to jump off the cliff at times I’m at the bayside al wet and crying all alone in the middle of the night as rain pours down the whole city ready to end my life for it brings me nothing but all these undying emotions and failures to live as the daughter she deserved to have.  These are the times my bipolarism hit me down the cracks grinding me with all my undying emotions and unquiet mind.  Though she’s not physically there with me, she really never got tired of winning me back like she’s really there with me, pulling me back to the ground and holding me tightly crying and saying, “Just come back home to me for I dearly need you, my dear daughter!”  She’s always wanted to come over to be here for me it’s just that, both of us just cannot afford it.

MamaI know her struggle everyday and everytime she hears that I’m having my episodes again and I’ve always wanted to heal and change and become a better daughter for she doesn’t deserve this but I just can’t help it.  I can’t fight all these depressions.  It surely takes one true effort to fight it and most of the times, I just get won over.

One day, I’ll be back to the old beautiful days.  One day, I’ll be that little girl she used to hold and walk around the town all dressed in preppy clothes and red ribbons.  One day, I’ll make my mother sincerely happy and satisfied of her elderly life because I’m back whole again.  One day, I’ll be the one assisting her more than how she has assisted me on how to live my life all this time.  One day, even just for an hour or a lousy minute, one day, I’ll be a perfect daughter.  I have no idea of what tomorrow brings me.  I could die anytime.  I could die later, in a while, or tomorrow, but all I know is that, on that day, I’ll live.

This is an entry for WordPress.com Weekly Writing Challenge: Characters, “This week’s writing challenge: Tell us about a character in your life. It could be your best friend, your partner, your child, or even your third grade teacher. With as much detail as possible, make this person real for us. Tell us more than what they look like or how you met. Let us know what their laugh sounds like, or that oddball quirk that makes this person so unique.”

 
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Posted by on February 13, 2013 in The Avenue, Weekly Writing Challenge

 

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