A Photo Story…

Camp Blog 2011 has been challenging from day 1.  Last Friday,  however,  was the most challenging. 

We had sessions on video production and photography with Sir Jimmy Domingo – a great photographer and teacher.  He did not only showed us what photography is all about, he showed us the beauty of people and how to capture the drama of life in the most ordinary of circumstances and the mundane.

Si Jimmy made both the plenary session and the fieldwork real fun for us.

And  for the photo session – off we went to the MARKET!  Yes, the Baybay City Public Market!  Not an ideal place for a photo shoot, you may think, but mind you, it was just perfect for us! 

“Sir Jimmy the Great” made us realize that the market place is the true reflection of the people’s way of life in any city or town.  And true enough, we have seen Baybay in a new light.

We had a great time taking photos during our photography fieldwork. 

Although we were assigned to an area wanting in drama and colors, we managed to take interesting and remarkable photos.  And maybe, just maybe those photos impressed Sir Jimmy a little (fingers crossed!).

Anyway, in spite of the limited time for sorting out photos, we put together 10 of them into a photo story which is our required output.

And this is our story…

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My Violin Guy…!”

by Ramse Capatoy

“It was love at first sight.   I fell in love with this guy whom I knew a little about.  When I looked  into his eyes, I was hypnotized by the beauty I saw in their depths.   It was the very first day we met, but alas, it was also our last!”

I was walking with my friends at the park after class. Just to relax jut even for a while. No school and no rules to worry about… We liked to stay at the park talking about the bumpy roads we had in life. I heard something from afar, it calls my sleeping heart. It’s the sound of the violin playing, molding me and catches my attention. “Who’s playing this music?” I asked.

“I don’t know. What music?” Mae replied. My heart beats so fast I want to know who’s playing this music. As I searched for my surroundings, I saw a guy not far from me, playing his violin.

I went near him and listened to his music. His music mesmerizes me, and I felt I was in the other dimension. I looked at his face, I tried to study it, and my heart beats so fast, it’s like I’m in a race or something. And suddenly the music was changing from a powerful sound to a sweet and soft sound, which really melts my whole being. I was falling in love with his music, I closed my eyes and I tried to feel its music, it’s like every beat it takes was a falling feathers of an angel. Then suddenly the music stopped, I opened my eyes and I saw him staring at me, it’s like, I have dirt on my face.

He asked me “What are you doing?” “Listening to your music, it was a great music, is that ‘Cannon’ which you have played earlier?” I asked. “Yes,” “I’m Jane, by the way, and you are? Sorry to disturb you on you were playing!” I replied with a smile. “Can I offer you a seat Jane?” he asked. “Oh, its okay I’m about to leave cause it’s getting late already,” I answered. “When will you be back?” he asked. “Uhmm maybe next week..!” I said. “See you then,” he said.

I left him at the park smilingly and hoping to see him next time. After 5 days I went back to the park, I waited for him to come, but he never did come. I wasn’t falling in love with his music, but I was falling deeply in love with him. I was so obsessed with him that everyday I went to the park at 6 PM and wait for him until 7 PM, but he never did came again. I never saw him ever since.

After 8 years, I’m still going at the park everyday hoping to see him again. I sat thinking, it’s been 8 years and he never

came back. Maybe he doesn’t want to see me. I was so sad that I didn’t notice that it was already 7:30 PM and when I was about to stand, I saw a guy standing in front of me, with a flower and smiled. My heart beats so fast, and I felt I met this guy before, but when? Where?

“You came!” he said. “Excuse me,” I asked. “Don’t you remember me? I’ve been waiting here for 8 years” he added. “It’s you then, you’re a liar I’ve been waiting here for 8 years but you never came, I wait here from 6  to 7 PM, and I looked like a fool waiting for someone to come.” I said and tears fell from my eyes to my cheeks. “You’ve been waiting here?” his voice sounds with amazement. “I’ve been waiting here for 8 years from 7 to 8 PM, bringing flowers everyday, just to know you formally.” He added.

Then he opened his violin holder and played this sweet music, and after playing “I love you, and I never stopped thinking about you,” he said.

Then I felt the raindrops falling, and I realize I was only daydreaming, and it really made me realize that he will never really come again. So I must step out from these crazy imaginations of mine and try to face the fact that we weren’t for each other. And he will never be my special someone, he will just be my violin guy.

THAT THING CALLED LOVE..

by Marinel Octa

Love truly is amazing. You’ll never know when will it hit you and you’ll never know when will it hurt you. Love at first is so sweet like those candy canes we often see at the kiddy’s stores. But when it reaches its turning point, it’s like the taste of a tamarind, so sour, and may even be bitter you’d want to vomit it.

I think everyone’s been hit by love in one way or another. So deeply, some dare to love someone even though they know they’re taking risks. Others, however, because of too much love, forget their  time-tested friendships and their whole world becomes dominated by the object of their love.  In extreme cases, the pain and disappointments love brings  could even drive  desperate lovers to commit suicide.

Just like everyone else, I have experienced this (as they say) wonderful phenomenon. It usually begins with just a thud or a pop in my heart whenever I see my, so called, “crush” whom I sometimes consider as the “love” of my life.

No matter what I do, I can’t erase this  feeling of great admiration , longing and attraction to him.  However,  when  the hurting part comes, my heart slowly squeaks, crash and before I know it, it has been broken to a million pieces.

I don’t understand why, oh why, most of the time, the people we love most, cannot be ours. Maybe, we just have to learn  to accept that life can be tough at times and that we cannot have everything we want.  And  I guess it’s time for me to let go.   It’s time  to accept that he’s not meant for me.  It’s time to forget. Oh how it hurts at first,  but  I am consoled to know  that  in a while when I have come to terms with the loss, it will not hurt this bad anymore.  Besides, they say, time heals all wounds.

After being in love and being hurt, I’m not saying that it’s wrong to love someone and commit oneself to a relationship.  By all means, love  and  feel its thrills and pains if you must.  However, the lesson I learned is that we must  not give all we have to the point that when it’s all over we are reduced to nothing.  We must save ourselves some sense of dignity and decency.  For , at this point in our lives, we are too young and maybe too impulsive to take love too seriously. We’re too naive,  and at times blinded by our feelings that we forget what our real priorities and goals in life.

I’ve been there, guys, so I can tell you I’ve learned my lesson well.  Now I know that my family, my studies and building a good life are at the top of my list.  Love will have its perfect time and place later.  And  anytime  I want to really feel a perfect love I know whom to turn to: God… He’s always right there,  24/7, anytime, anywhere.  And He never runs out of love for me, for you, for all of us.