Photo Challenge 2013

Weekly Photo Challenge: Eerie

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Photo by Emman Dilanco

This is the old Diplomat Hotel in Baguio City, a common destination among adventurers in and outside the city. I’ve heard so many stories about this place when I was still living in the city but I only got to see it a couple of years ago. Honestly though, our group did not experience any supernatural thing while we were there. Maybe because it’s in the broad daylight, or maybe there’s really nothing in there after all the years of the place being a common destination to locals and tourists. The ruins still look creepy though.

 

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Photo Challenge 2013

Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You

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 And it wasn’t all yellow…

Yellow has always been my favorite color. I don’t really think having a favorite color came naturally in me. I believe that I just successfully convinced myself that yellow should be my favorite color.

I remember as a kid, there was this need to have that one particular favorite color, because you know, slumbooks. I can’t remember how I picked yellow, but thinking about it now, it’s not at all a bad choice since what yellow represents more for me is sunshine. The moment I decided it was my color, I started to appreciate things that are colored yellow and started wearing more clothes with yellow hue.

When I was in high school, my friends used to tease me “Cory”, well, all because of that yellow thing. But as I grew older, I started to like green (because I read somewhere that staring at the color green boosts creativity). I also like purple and I love how yellow and purple complements each other. I also love blue because of the calm and peacefulness that comes with it.

Now, I enjoy multi-colored things. When I do purchases, I always pick the ones in bright colors. I am really not one that loves dark hues. I like to keep things colorful and happy! 🙂

*Photo was taken by a photographer commissioned by Project EDSA

Photo Challenge 2013

Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea

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The sea took away my sister two days before I turn 17.  She was 13. Naturally, because of the incident, I was banned to go near the sea, or any body of water for that matter. For several weeks, I myself, even told myself that it might take me time before I can really go to the sea.

I went to Baguio for college. It was someplace in the mountains where people choose to go down to the beaches in the lowlands for relaxation. When a semester ends, organizations has this thing of celebrating it, in La Union. I used to tell my friends how I really can’t hang out in the sea for a long time, but I kept going to those trips anyway. Of course, I never told my parents about those trips. At least not until few more years later, when I thought it’s no longer big a deal. I wasn’t reprimanded, but from time to time, I receive lectures on why I shouldn’t go to the beach, especially from my mother. I can’t really blame her, she was there when it happened. She once told me how her perspective of the sea changed when the unfortunate incident happened.

I managed to take my family to the beach a couple of years ago, which I thought was a good thing because finally, we can now face the monster. We were happy that day but I know we will never be genuinely happy at the sea the way we used to, before the tragic incident.

I never learned how to swim and I don’t know if I ever will because I have this eternal fear of drowning. I’d prefer to die in any way, just not drowning.