Wanderlust

Sometimes I ask myself. Why God let me experience pain? a Catholic Missionary I met in our village,  told me that God doesn't want us to be in pain. Anything that is painful is due to our sins. God's trying to push me to my limit (a limit that only I created) and snatch me from mediocrity. It's painful because I resist God's will. The process of moving on is not that easy. But, Why should I fear changes and goodbyes if these things are for my own good? I was so stupid neglecting Gods "loving touch". I didn't realize that it is a purifying Pain. The pain of Love. Like a parent who cares for his/her child. After all, GOD is concerned about me and He cares. 

Sadness is looming around the corner. My heart is in an excruciating pain. If I could only love that person, and if that person could also give back the love. My feeling toward that person is forbidden. I'm very depressed. It seems that my faith forbids me to be in a relationship of my own desire. My enemy is my own self. I know from the start that I will lose this game. We can only be friends. I think I must be contented to this kind of relationship. But, I have my greatest enemies that making it difficult: Envy and Jealousy. Sad to say, I'm keeping these hateful "being" in my most vulnerable part - My heart and they are tearing me apart day and night. I soon learned to develop an "anti-venom" - not for Love!! 'cause I believe LOVE is the most precious and wonderful emotion GOD gave us BUT for this hateful being that lives in ME. You can't find it in any Pharmacy Store, even Doctors don't know about it. Because you can't buy it. You d

This is a School project. We were asked to make a short movie parody of our choice in our school. This was also my first time working with "foreigners" - Japanese. It was really fun doing this film with our two Japanese student-actor-actress. "Masa" showed his talent as an actor-comedian. We really had a good laugh in school when we watched it.  I hope to make more short films in the future.

Metro                                                                                                                               by  Alvin Cipriano  on Sunday, April 17, 2011 at 12:27pm  the buttering sun shines in the glass and steel Metropolis. A worn out spirit trudges along the hot pavement; His tattered dress flutters in the air His chest moves heavely up and down Brakish sweat pours out on his crinky forehead Bony fingers grip a rusty sardines can- tighly like a hawk on its prey. Few coins tinkle as he walks barefoot along the insensitive stones. Gloomy houses lined the street Its windows staring like hollow eye socket- deprived of hope of light Doors like gaping mouth of hungry predator probably of a  starving Lion.

Good Friday 2012, I and my friend whom i didn't see for almost two years, decided to go to Intramuros, Manila for a short walk. Intramuros is more beautiful at night. The lights enhance its ancient beauty..^^ I managed to take this shots, just beside of San Agustin Church , where many Catholic Faithfuls gathered that night. Gen.Luna Real de Palacio, Intramuros, Manila It was a very nostalgic night.  The Wall (Intramuros) is like a time capsule full of rich memories and treasures from the past. Truly Intramuros is a Big Treasure Box of the Philippines Spanish era.