the laundry chair
Born and raised in Manila, now living in Vancouver. I enjoy photography not only to capture the feeling of being in the moment, but to have the capacity to weave stories into every frame I take. All photos featured in my entries are my own.
Recent posts
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with our feet firmly planted on the ground,
The gaps between the urges to cry grow longer each month. I am not sure if that is good, but I choose to see it as growth regardless. Sometimes I feel like I am running away from questions that wish to ask other people. Other times, I am running away from the answers I know I will get. Maybe that is why I choose not to ask anymore. Maybe that is also why I am choosing not to approach those I have…
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grief is a sweater i've outgrown,
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what to write, even for this test post. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure what to talk about. Even as I type this, I’m still not sure if this is a good starting topic. Last night, I mentally returned to the last argument I had with my ex before finally moving out. At the time, it felt like my present self stood between the version of myself a year ago and my ex. At …
