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Self-Teaching Panning

I saw some co-participants in Scott Kelby’s Worldwide Photowalk Tacloban Leg (held last October 2, 2011) swinging their cams and hearing them utter, “panning.” And I stupidly asked myself, what in the world is “panning!?!” duh lol!

Incidentally, I came upon a facebook album by Sir Edgardo Roy Dolina (a member of The Camera Club of Leyte and Samar – the club who organized the photowalk) titled Sunday panning. The pics were bicycles in speeding motion. I was utterly starstruck by them. haha. I wanted to give it a try.

But it wasn’t that easy as it seemed to be. The post should be titled panning patience. lol. It requires a great deal of that. After several attempts, I finally figured out i needed a slow shutter speed. (and a combination of good timing & luck I guess, haha)

I need to take more shots. I badly want to. Oh, and I’m enjoying this.

And so, here are the pics. Bad pics, I know. lol

The cam mirror(?) obviously needs cleaning, the dark spots are noticeable. argh


The last two quarters of 2009 had been memorable for me- I attended a three-month Christian Life Program and finally a Dedication Rites on November 21 to commence my being part of Singles for Christ (SFC).
In between those, I was able to attend the SFC Regional Conference,
volunteered for a Gawad Kalinga (GK).
site (and became a wannabe construction
worker, lol), was confined to the hospital for the third time, finally
went for a confession and attended mass in our town’s parish church
after like a couple of years, did community service, attended household
prayer meetings, fellowships, and yeah, parties, and met a lot of
fellow SFCs who eventually became my friends..well.. true friends.

Here are some of those moments…

sfc burauen@ work
the SFC Burauen @ work on a Gawad Kalinga (GK) site

sfc recon
SFC Regional Conference in Tacloban City, pictorials after the praisefest

that’s me accepting an award during the dedication rites…

Fellowship- Halloween Party

And for December! On Christmas eve, we gave dinner to the 49 inmates  of the Burauen Municipal Jail. The prisoners were so touched by such thoughtfulness. On Christmas morning, with one of our brothers dressed as Santa Claus, we had a motorcade on the outskirts of our town- mostly on the less fortunate barangays, and had a gift-giving for kids. The surprised smiles, the laughters of the kids, and even the parents at seeing us, at seeing Santa Claus at such unexpected time, were more than enough to make our Christmas holiday really complete..

preparations- packing candies and chocolates

with the parish church as the starting point, we proceeded with the motorcade

Bro.Randall slows down the motorcyle he’s driving as Ate Judith hands a pack of candies to a little child we saw on the streets

kids who rarely, if not at all, get to see a “live” Santa Claus were so happy to see one before them…

Happy New Year and Merry Christmas to everyone! and may Jesus continue to reign in our hearts..


I got a Christmas gift for myself!  A notebook/umpc/couldbook.. It’s an Astone UMPC, a cheap buy actually, with a C7-M Processor, 1gb RAM, and 60 gb hdd.

The Guitarman


Whenever I feel bitter,  the picture of a man I had encountered way back in college, makes me think again. It was just another ordinary afternoon (that turned out to be otherwise) on my boarding house when I heard a plucking of a guitar, a rather unusual sounding music with vernacular lyrics. I headed for the door to track the source of the sound. As I slowly opened it, I had to wince at the sight unfolding
before me. An old man in tatters, probably in his seventies was sitting at the doorstep, carrying an instrument that appeared to be a guitar. Two grimy little kids accompanied him. But my attention was soon focused on him. I noticed that his eyes were closed and somehow realized he was blind. I surveyed him more closely. The guitar was most likely made of junk materials. I began to realize why the sound he created was a bit different. The guitar’s body seemed to be made out of a metal bucket that was already a little bit
rusty. The sound board, of old plywood. The neck appeared as if it didn’t really belong there, it seemed to be taken from another old guitar which was perhaps already broken. The tuning screws, apparently, were crafted by some not so skilled wood-carver. Nevertheless, whoever made that musical instrument was somehow one talented person. I lookedat his arms but couldn’t see his hands, and it just hit me that he didn’t have hands after all. His left wrist was inserted to a small glass container and that was what he used to stop the strings to get the correct pitches. A plastic band surrounded his right wrist- attached to the band was a smaller version of a pick which he used to pluck the nylon-stringed guitar. I listened closely to the vernacular lyrics and they sounded more like of a folk song- telling the story of a man who had encountered all the tribulations in life but was still hopeful, and thankful to God that despite those, he still existed. Was he referring to himself? Perhaps… I stared and listened in awe as he created beautiful music using his wrists, his makeshift guitar, and his frail yet determined voice. He sang the song beautifully as if it came from the heart, and for a moment, I was lost there. I know he didn’t see me but I could tell he could feel my presence. Eventually, I searched my pocket and found what I was looking for. One of the kids approached me and I handed it to her. Then she went to the old man and gently patted him on the back. The song ended. Carefully, he stood, searched for the kids’ hands, and then left with some grateful words for me.

I wish I could have given something more than that. But I just didn’t know what to do. In exchange for a few coins of money, he left me with a lesson in life.

Blowing Bubbles

blowing bubbles

Gotcha! I caught Mana Luz, an officemate, offguard blowing a bubble gum while we were on our way to the tree planting site- one of our activities for our company anniversary. She wasn’t even aware of it until I handed her the printed copy! She told me her little daughter would love it seeing her mama doing such kiddish stuff. “And rarely do people get photographed with a blowed-up bubble gum on their face, ” she added chuckling.

I’d love it more though had it been a bigger bubble and then it popped into her face. Hahaha, kidding.

Oh, how I love candid moments on cameras.

What three things do you miss from your younger years?


I just answered this Featured Question; you can answer it too!

1. the luxury of time  (I didn’t appreciate it by then, i didn’t know i had it)

2. street games with childhood friends

3. gradeschool/highschool classroom activities

I had a rather hilarious moment this morning when I woke up staring at the clock with the short hand, in all its glory, pointing towards the figure nine. Flummoxed as I was, it came to mind that the clock was probably broken otherwise I’d be late, very late… for work. Then I suddenly realized it’s a Sunday. duh.  These extended hours at the office, overtime work even on weekends where I’m supposed to be at home, has practically changed my, what do you call this, subconcious thinking (?)  even up to now that it’s actually over.

Glad it’s over.

Oh, and why can’t I find on xangazon search this movie, Princess Aurora (Orora Gongju.) One of those subtle movies. Thought it was just another murder flick but turned out to be more than that. I kinda like it.