Litrato Batch 3

Litrato Batch 2

Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.

– Dorothea Lange

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Litrato Batch 1

I have a new blog label: Litrato. I noticed that a lot of photos from My Pictures Folder are still unshared. Hence, I’ll be posting pictures here. I am not a photographer plus I don’t have a decent camera but these days I am always at lost for words about my life. Erase, Erase. I do have words but emo words. And I don't wanna blog as if I'm creating an entry for fmylife.com. Sharing pictures is better than forcing myself to write about what’s happening in my life and besides, I don’t want to be on hiatus mode. I was also thinking of creating a new tumblr.com account for my own crap – I mean photos but I have decided not to because another site to maintain isn't really good for me and in my case, tumblr.com is only for re-blogging of quotations and photographs that inspire me. I will try to post three photos every batch. Here we go:

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I was inside a bus, March 2009.

I was going home from school, August 2008.

I took this picture before my afternoon class, Year 2008.

P.S.: Litrato means Picture in Filipino language and for more litrato from other folks, you may visit fortunatechance.tumblr.com.

Empty Chairs

They are gone. The same group of students could never occupy the same room anymore. Some of them could always go back together but will just notice the missing pieces of the puzzle. Some of them could always go back but will no longer attend the same class and will no longer have the chance to bond with the same group of students… with the same complete group of students. They are gone.

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You’re trying to remember them, one by one. The soundless memories are playing in your head over and over again. Then you wish to retrieve those four years of your life. The four years were not perfect. It was a painful roller-coaster ride. But you still want to go back. Somehow, you know you can make it again because you belong with the same group of students. No doubt, they made you happy. They loved you, unconditionally. You feel so thankful. You want the hands of time to move counter clockwise. Of course, it’s very impossible and it saddens you.

Then you find yourself creating a blog entry after seeing a picture you took while waiting for your classmates to arrive for the usual morning class. The empty chairs symbolizes that they are gone. The picture tells you that they are gone.

But you can here your heart saying, “They are here...Always.”

Then suddenly, you smile, reach out for your cell phone and text your unforgettable classmates how much you miss them.