Memoirs of an Amnesiac

The year 2013 has been my most traveled year. Since I got my camera last year, I find myself venturing to places I fancied could provide me great opportunities to shoot. I have also been blessed with travel buddies who, like me, have more vagabond spirits than money. One of my favorites are seascapes. I love looking at clouds and horizons. They somehow project tranquility and balance.

The irony of it all is that I don't even know how to swim yet most of my travels included riding on ...

There is a sudden pang of pain within. One that a while ago I had craved. One that I had nostalgic feelings about. One that I would exchange precious sleeping luxuries with. One that brings me to write this nonsense post. And one that I had uselessly brought you to read.

I miss crying. I miss heart-wrenching scenes where lovers had to bid goodbye to a love that should never be. Head to head, they deliver their spiels of love, adoration, and devotion, reflective of lines that I find ...

On the first week of December, our school started accepting students who came from Tacloban. Two of whom were Fourth Year students and were placed under my class. Even when most of us (their subjects teachers) were clueless about the sudden change, we accepted them nevertheless, having full faith that they would be able to adapt easily to our school system. When I first learned about it, I talked to my advisory class about the "new students." I had warned them about being very tactful ...