Archive for May, 2013

Photographer vs Snapshooter


Part 2 on the Photography class held by APC. For this session we concentrated on composition of your photos. As per discussion, what separates a photographer from a snapshooter* is the ability to compose his photo using location and timing to snap a great photo.

They presented several techniques how to improve your shooting skills: simplicity, rule of thirds, diagonal mean, geometric shapes, symmetric or asymmetric balance, and lines and curves. I really liked the topic about lines and curves, although I admit it’s really new for me and yet very basic like duh. Plus I’m having a hard time balancing between the rule of thirds against symmetry. They’ve also shown a vid for the 10 best photos from NatGeo in 2009. Got many tips there.

I think the main purpose of composition is to avoid, or minimize if it applies to you (you photoshopaholic you), any post processing editing. You don’t have to add effects like blur, or geometric chorvas, or mygass, sunbursts. The only acceptable editing I could think of is cropping and watermarking. Parang photog lang ang epek, “blissandvoid Photography.” Pakshett nakakabuset.

We didn’t get to use our cameras to practice though. No chance there to snapshot my crushable. Crap! hahah



“According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the word “snapshot” was first used in 1808 by an English sportsman by the name of Sir Henry Hawker. He noted in his diary that almost every bird he shot that day was taken by snapshot, meaning a hurried shot, taken without deliberate aim. Snapshot, then, was originally a hunting term.”

~Sy Parrish, One Hour Photo.

Very creepy film about a stalker photo developer. And what’s creepier is that it is portrayed by Robin Williams. Bravo!

Original post reblogged from Tumblr.


Emptio Spei


I had to let this out or else I’d still be thinking why.

You know, there are those kind of people who’d promise you everything and then leave you hanging. It’s like politics, but of the heart. Paasa! And they’ll never admit it themselves.

Well, I know I am one too. But, I never intend it to happen. It just happens. Like shit. Shit happens. You can barely control your own emotions. How much more with another’s emotion. It just happens. And at times, I’m thinking, maybe this is my karma. But I never did intend to hurt another person. But when I’m hurt, I can’t ask that person to say sorry to me. Shit happens.

Here’s this one guy. One among a few others who had done the same a million times before. We’d start with our hi’s and hello’s. A little bit of what you doin’, what’s your favorite color, what’s your motto, and who’s your favorite singer. So you answer everything inside a great brick house, setting up a barrier from huffs and puffs. And you’re confident you’ll get through the small talk and make a friend of this new stranger. Then he ends up asking what is crush and what is love. Then he calls you babe. And you answer “what?” “really?” And you feel the barrier starting to crumble. You start using petnames. Like babe. Eeeww I know right. And you feel like you’re on cloud nine. Maybe this is it.

And then boom. You’re left floating out of space. Another limbo, if you will. A million limbos like before. It would be overkill to know he’s flirting with two other guys. And he says he didn’t lead you on or what. Bullshit.

Then he ends up with another guy. He’s all over that guy he met like three days ago. They met. Dated. Had the greatest sex they had in their lives. And then this other guy decides to leave him for good. Hanging there in a thread of doubt. What happened? I’d like to ask him the same question. But I dare not.

We’re still friends. Just friends. We decided to leave it there. We decided. But my heart won’t agree. Anyway, that’s out of the question. Friendzone is the new busted. I can’t help but feel sad not because it ended this way. But because I let myself out of my brick house. I need sturdier material. Adamantite or damascus, anyone?

Now he’s on another target. And he’s giddy as a teenager to move on to this new relationship. I wish you well. But I do hope I get to know what made you decide to discard me along the way. Was it because I don’t own a car, I’m not an alumni of UP, I don’t have six-pack abs, I don’t have that perfect cleft chin, or don’t even have enough credits to give you a ring on your mobile. I’m not all that. I can try to have one or all of them. But I’m not that person who’ll change so that you’ll like me. I am me. All I can give you is time. And all the time I’ve wasted was for just a few hahas.

It’s time for me to have this time back to myself. Maybe give it to someone who deserves it and would appreciate it more than you do. And maybe raise my tower higher.


Photo by Maiyya via KoiNUP.

Emptio spei – in legal parlance, is the sale of vain hope, therefore void ab initio.



“First impressions last.” as the saying goes. It’s always about creating a great first impression and then making it last. That’s fairly easy if you did right the first time. But how would you fix it if you did it wrong the first try? You can’t always go and say, hey can we start again?

See, I’ve been hearing a lot about how people see me the first time. I am intimidating, I look serious and deep, I look quiet. Frankly, I am not aware I am creating that picture of myself. If anything, I would like people to come approach me and chit chat with them. But apparently that’s not how I look like.

Given the fact that I am generally quiet. Well, maybe unless I know you and you know me then that would be the exact polar opposite. Anyway, my quietness would have to do with my thought process. Yes, I am quiet because I want to listen more of what you wanna say. Yes, I am quiet  because I agree with you and I wouldn’t take the spot from you to reiterate what you just said. Yes, I am quiet because I disagree and I’d rather give you an eyebrow rather than waste my breath explaining and reexplaining.

So I busy myself writing blogs where I pour out most of my thoughts that escaped me when I was listening. And people would be surprised how different I am from my blogs. Like, how loud and crazy and funny I am. Like meeting my psychic fraternal twin. I’m not bipolar duh. But comparing the quiet, serious Athan and then reading about the loud, funny Athan, you’d sooner have doubts who’s who. Well, some welcomed that in a good way, still shaking their heads.

I had this virtual friend who I have a crush on. I know I’ve been friendzoned and I’m not expecting him to meet me in person. We still talk online. We’ll we miss our conversations when we lose touch. He gets to read my blog from time to time. The problem is that he sees me only as this crazy funny Athan. There’s no way of him meeting the other half of the persona. The real world counterpart. I don’t blame him though. That’s how I showed myself online. That’s how he sees me. Someone who can never be serious. Maybe that’s why he would never meet up with the crazy dude.

I can be quiet. I can be serious. But we’ve missed out on that part already. Move on.



Photo by PrismRed via Flickr.

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