Hallway

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I’m in transit — at least in my mind. I’m trying to make the best choices that I can, but like what I learned in college, I can’t please everyone.

One of my so-called friends in the office got mad at me, and it led me to think that maybe, I should reassess my list of friends. It’s not because they are mean, though; it’s more on the idea that I might not really care enough about them to keep calling them friends. That thought led me to realize that being a good person isn’t the same as being a good friend. Even if they can be done at the same time, being generally nice doesn’t mean that I would stand by them all the way. On the other hand, being a good friend would sometimes mean that I should not be nice and condone their behavior. Sometimes, I should give them a piece of my mind for them to stop doing bad things.

Like what I said when I stated this post, I’m in transit. I need to arrive at a decision, maybe not right now, but still, a choice needs to be made. Hence, the picture of the office’s hallway.

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Virtue, Truth, and Wine

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image I’ve been meaning to post something last week, but I got sidetracked. I rambled about excellence, and that might have been foolish of me because I fell into a trap. According to Paulo Coelho, a warrior of the light can talk to his demons and win just by letting it do the talking; afterwards, he should just walk away. I didn’t do that. I brandished the virtue of excellence at my demons, and accosted them with dagger-like words propelled by righteous indignation. Perhaps, they learned Paulo’s trick; they just sat there and listened. Then, they put the naked truth — that people won’t seek excellence the way I would because they’re not me — in front of me. It made me fume. I swore. I slandered others. And I swore some more. Thus, I’ve lost the good fight. It’s not a total loss, though. Through that day, I realized that instead of criticizing others, I just need to accept the harsh truths. Also, I need to turn my theoretical virtues into real action, not just proclaiming them. It could have saved me a lot of anguish. Now, I’ll resolve to do better. On a lighter note, I went out for drinks with a lady friend. We talked. We shared some intimate details, and though I know it was platonic, I felt glad that I can still get a lady to go out with me.

Will and Willingness

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It might not have been bravery — my declaration that I’ll start a photoblog. It may have been brashness. What do I know about photography? Point and shoot. The rule of thirds. Perspective. Framing. That’s about it. All the rest is like a statistics book; I know it has a lot of useful information for me to learn, understand, and apply, but I haven’t accessed it yet.

I think that I have the will and the willingness to see this through.

I know that I have limitations, so please pardon me if I can’t work on getting a better camera yet. Got to pay the bills first, especially my mom’s medication, so I’ll focus first on technique before the technology.Good thing that I’m willing to learn. I hope that you — my awesome visitors — could help this amateur learn.¬†What works in my snapshots? Why? What doesn’t? How can I make it better? What tips can you give me? Oh! You can even give me an assignment and check my work. That might be fun.

I really hope that you can help me turn my brashness into beautiful photography. I think that I have the will and the willingness to see this through. And if you help me, I would be grateful from the bottom of my camera apps.

Street Lamp

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It looks like I’m obsessing over street lamps. For some reason, they attract me. Maybe, it’s the light because life is bleak and dark for me at the moment; I need something to turn to, so I won’t stray into the darkness. Maybe, it’s the complicated tangle of power cords; in the Philippines, they’re like thick, black spider silk strewn all across the land. Maybe, it’s the hum that they make. Yes — they hum, which seems comforting to me. I can’t pinpoint it, but the street lamps really draw me to stare at them.