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Shoot From the Hips and the Perfect Fit

So I started shooting from the hips now. I still can’t get the composition perfect for my past shots but this is a start. I am using the QL19 for street photography now.

Any tips on how I could really improve my hip shots would really be great! So, hit the comments!

Canon QL19, Kodak ProImage 100, Aperture: 5.6, Shutter Speed 1/15


Film Scarcity

I used to buy 30 peso expired films from the very same person I purchased my latest Nikon F2. That old guy is really a Nikon shooter who prefers the softer effect of Nikon lens to a subject’s face than a Canon that can really gobble up the reality with its sharp images. Few years back I bought his expired 400 iso Xtra films. After two years, I finally ran out of stash and this is part of the last roll.

If you notice the cold feel for the Fuji films, it’s the trademark blue color that you get when you use Fuji films. Compared to the warmer taste of Kodak, I usually prefer a Fuji film than a Kodak whether it is black and white or colored negative.

When Plans Go Shitty

Canon QL19, Neopan 400, 5.6 Aperture, 250 shutter speed

If you believe in dreams and you stick to them with every ditch of your effort, I really can’t blame you if you end up frustrated and drained half way. For years, I really dreamed to be part of the Medical Profession, making my four years in premed, taking a BSN degree and then pursuing Medicine right after the four years. Well that was the plan. If you ever believe in the adage: “Plan Your Work, Work Your Plan”, it should have said: “Plan Your Work (If you have money), Work Your Plan (If you have money)”

Most kids these days are programmed to enter College and end up getting a lucrative profession (at least for Philippine, third world country standards) outside the country. Most Some people would work their asses off from the very first time they conquered separation anxiety in elementary school to the time they already conquered awkward years in high school only to find out right after college that the real world really don’t think highly of accolades like: upper 10% rank on your high school batch, member of the chess team, highest pitch award in a singing contest, fastest lunch eater, longest nail in the class, etc.

When it comes to the real world, you are simply a statistic waiting and falling in line.

There needs something to be done in the high school and over all curriculum of the whole school system for both public and private schools in order to at least change the mindset of individuals when it comes to life after school. If there is something I learned after College that I wished I learned a decade back; it is the need for a long term, mid term and short term goal. Not to mention the fact you always need a plan B, plan C and don’t go for broke on something that could go 50/50 along the way.

Before anything else, Nursing is a noble profession and a very good premed degree. The bastardization of this profession however started long before when I started to enter college. When everyone was caught in the fad of going to the profession that would serve as their one way ticket out of the shit hole; not only did it attract thousands, it attracted hoards of hopeless to hopefuls to hope-FOOLs to enter the field without thinking of the possible repercussions or the responsibilities that come with it.

If there is any logic that justifies the fees you pay for just to have “training” and “hospital experience” while you shove the possibility of being hired as a chance to win the lottery or the chance to have an alien abduction or a meet and greet with La Chupacabra; something has to be checked inside your cranium.

Something really went wrong with finances that I somehow couldn’t continue to go to med school right after the completion of my Nursing Bachelor’s Degree. And when you have no other choice but to practice, you really wished you knew sooner that shitty things come with fad degrees. Fad degrees generate money tons of money for Universities and flyby night schools. And when these hot pancakes go stale, thousands of monkeys are left searching and left with no options.

Presently, I write since I really don’t want to accept the fact that you have to work not just for free but for a fee. I don’t have the talent in speaking with different hot headed people just to earn some cash so that really disqualifies me from being a sales representative. I also want to make a comeback that would really hurt the nine to five’s ass balls. But I want to make my plans to be something personal and far from the touch of cyberworld press release just like this. If I want to make this work, I’m roughly 30 days shy from my 23rd birthday, so I really have to sprint in the next years to come.

Graveyard Rants & 24/7 Heretic Food Carts

Canon QL 19, Neopan 400iso, Aperture: 1.9, Shutter Speed: 250

Finding yourself wandering in the streets ofManilain the middle of the night could sometimes be amusing. Though I’m not the careless type who’ll go to a dark alley with a shitty reputation for muggers, I’m not the guy who is scared of walking three in the morning either.

With all the things that happened in the office that led to the resignation, AWOL and the many other mishaps of my fellow writers (& Editor), I was talked into going graveyard shift. This is the funny thing with the BPO industry. Waking up just to fit the circadian system of our western counterpart, we all pretend to be in one location though we are living in a polar opposite geographic timezone, continent and country. With the accents minimized at all times to keep the hoax appear true and the next thing you know, BPO companies are making sweet cash (and I have websites to do copies to).

Writing could sometimes be both enjoyable and taxing. You write copies for products that you really don’t care and you have no idea, but the best part is, you find a way to make it look like you are giving zero bullshit to your client.

SEO works in a funny way especially in the landing page. I remember looking into this particular candle company’s site. With part of its approved set of keywords including “fleur de lis”, I am expecting that this is a scent of one of his wax candles. With contention over the appearance of “fleur de lis” on his content, 3/300 words to meet the 3% keyword density; he/she kept mumbling that there is no such thing as a scent of fleur de lis on ANY of his products. Well, if you don’t want this keyword to appear in your site, why approve it in the set of keywords submitted to you during the research phase in the first place? Now, if there is truth in the adage “customer is always right”, this is the shittiest tangible example I could think of.

Aside from writing bullshit things about certain products that you expect to flop whether sold online or offline, I can’t help but to poke fun at some of the best and the worst unexpected comedic calls I overhear few feet from my station. As I said, people will pretend to be inTexas,Californiaor whatever state just to seal the deal. If devils are setting up a website of their own, I might be starting to hear Linda Blaire toned sales representatives. Sometimes, the harder they try to eliminate their natural tendency to have a foreign accent compared to an American, the closer they sound to a bird than human.

Going home is the best part of my job (or any other person’s job). I’m the type of guy who sees to it that I work 100% whenever the requests start to come in. When you have a contract that says consultant, it absolves you from the curse of Employer-Employee relationship which simply means you can go to work whenever you want, and leave work whenever you please to leave work. When I leave work, here begins an adventure through the night. Like a zombie attack survivor walking in Atlanta from the Walking Dead graphic novel,Manila’s business sector is an abandoned area by this time.

The good thing with walking in the middle of the night is that you get to see random stores open for 24 hours. Aside from the convenience store, you can see fast food and Siomai stalls scattered around the city, open 24/7.  Like heretics, these owners don’t care if it’s the holy week, Armageddon, or the last minute of mankind.

There was a time when I was headed home when I noticed a Siomai stall open. Everybody that knows me will attest to my infatuation with Siomai. The tasty shrimp and pork rolled into a wrapper and steamed is such a delight especially if you will add chili garlic and a sweet drink to compliment it.  Unlike the people living their day to day grind in the BPO industry, this Siomai lady for the graveyard shift just doesn’t have the circadian system of EST or any other western time zone. I shook her in an effort to wake her up. Like a car twitching for life and letting you down, she just made a funny auto pilot sound and headed straight back to her slumber. In an attempt to get those Siomais into my system, I shook her two more times, this time around more forceful than the first one. When I finally gave up, I just pretend to flick the soy sauce bottle to make a flood of black liquid. So the next thing you see me, I just have a problem when it comes to delayed gratification especially food that I adore..So don’t sleep when I’m around willing to pay for my food, I might get the idea to take off your steamer, that bag of Siomais and those gallons of gulaman!


QL 19, 100 iso, 1/60 sec, 1.9 aperture


Dear “former piss buddy”,

The last time I exchanged the longest laugh with you was probably back when we were 8 years old. Back in 1996, everything then was about smiling and laughing and getting all creative on every silly chance. And yes, we both know that we did get to be creative and funny during those days.

Those were the days when your gauge of coolness was measured with the NBA cards that we have. It was either a Jordan or Penny, while there were also others who loved Grant Hill, Scottie Pippen and even Dennis Rodman. I remember you were the guy who sold me that very first NBA card, my very first Michael Jordan for P50. With a P20 allowance per day, you know that I couldn’t pay you right away. But somehow, I already knew back then that you have somewhat a skill in convincing people what to buy. Though I know that I was broke but somehow I managed to pull it through after a few days or so.

I remember the time when you and I used to be so cool with each other. In fact it was the three of us. Do you remember that break period when we ran up the second floor of the Pax Et Bonum building just to piss by the end of the floor? With a glass door that showed us to the balcony overlooking the playground, we knew back then that something has to be done.

I remember perfectly that the three of us pissed there just for the sake of tickling our funny bones.  Then the funnier part came. We saw the vice principal on discipline with his ridiculously then-powerful megaphone making his rounds on the same floor where we were taking a piss. You are the fast one as you pissed by the wall, safe enough that you are on the left side far from Big Brother’s eyes. I immediately took the other side which unfortunately didn’t look into a wall. I saw my piss drop twenty feet into the ground with just around five feet away from the gate of the small canteen for the little preparatory turds. But the best part was our third wheel. With no other corner to hide, he immediately dropped and pissed sitting down with his juvenile nuts hanging loose. I was always proud as the kid who pissed the most and the longest despite the near encounter with the vice principal’s office!

Those were only part of the day to day thrills that we used to have. I remember getting the bright idea from you that we should spit by the second floor of the elementary building as it looks funny to see our spit simply hanging loose and reaching the ground. Back then, we also don’t mind running our assess off if in some weird and coincidental way we hit someone’s head like Pearl Harbor.

With all those fond memories, I was happy to finally make you a contact on my Facebook. I guess, we were old buddies and part of you reminded me of the kid that I enjoy remembering. Maybe you are part of the nostalgia whenever I wanted to remember the Me version 1.0 circa 1996. With all the jumping and the simple things that I used to do, I was just more than happy to get to chat with you and exchange stories of all the piss and the spit adventures that we used to have.

One day, I just got the shock when you gave me a call. I never thought it was you. In fact, it wasn’t the voice register that made an impression on my head. For me it was a total stranger giving out a name that I simply recognize. I guess, time flies so fast that we just changed A LOT.

With no communication for the longest time, I was simply surprised that you called. And Oh, I remember giving you my number via Facebook. But instead of saying Hi to me, you simply told me that you want to do business with your old time piss and spit buddy. Now, isn’t that sweet? Come to think of it, you really don’t know me and I really don’t know you besides the spit and the piss and all the other silly things that we used to do. But suddenly I get it. The moment you told me that you have your office based in Octagon in Ortigas, it simply sent red flags over my head.

Octagon building is pretty much notorious for MLM (Multi Level Marketing). Well if you want to sugarcoat pyramiding scam in a three letter word, it would have to be MLM.

The moment I asked what type of business you want to discuss with me, instead of answering me directly, you simply told me that it could only be explained by a presentation. Well, my former piss buddy, let me tell you that you are still the piss buddy that I know back in 1996 who didn’t evolve; still the guy who will haggle for that P50 Jordan card. But guess what, I finally realized the value of hard earned cash and I never wanted to go with goons that sweet talk people into investing their money on beauty products that will never ever hit the market like a Mary Jane filled pancake.

I heard so many news about the so-called company that you are working for, and we all know that you are now affiliated with a group that has a bad reputation of mishandling people’s money. Well, guess what, you could shove it up your ass and don’t call me again.



PS: Kiss my allergic ass, I won’t buy any of your products





Nuke some 35mm film!

Canon QL19. Expired 400 iso Fuji Xtra. Long Exposure

University of Santo Tomas (Mono)