Boyish in Coron, Palawan: divinity. virginity. under the fading sun.

i wonder if how many people from that trip knew that my name is rhyan and that it has an H after the R and before the Y. or at least, must have considered calling me rhye, as what was stated in my name tag. well, there's one person who was able to spell it out. never missing the H. and i was ok with that.

wet even before blown. -ayla
on the last day, karen and i knew how sacred every stick was.
we were on our barely a pack of yosi.
as much as i was protecting it, i didn't anticipate the strong current and the shifting of tides.
i held 'em high, but to no use.
some remained dry. some were stained. some were on 50-50 chances.
in the pursuit of salvaging, i dried 'em in between bamboo poles.
and, at the end, they served their purpose to be blown.
not shown was my red lighter that miraculously worked after getting soaked.

i am actually thinking, if it wasn't for that one-word description i made of myself during the introduction, maybe, i would have turned out to be another nameless face. my record with the straight-shots was only secondary. if it wasn't because of that one-word description, they wouldn't even have considered cheering for me to have 6(7) shots straight of that concoction.

boat 3. -ver
this was taken while leaving the Kayangan Lake.
and it made me realize how stuffed the boat was.
it reminds me of our Vietnamese brethren on their pursuits for refuge in Palawan.
though, i really find it amusingly beautiful.
with the sun about to set. making everyone gloriously tan.
for some reasons, this still appears glamorous to me.

up to this time, this whole introduce yourself part still gets me. in whatever circumstance. which part of me do i have to tell. which part would they need to know. would interest them. would make me successful in getting into their consciousness. for me, introductions should not take more than a name, just the first in most cases, and a handshake. and, as an additive, your job if it is on any relevance to the occasion. in a friendly setting, a description which is supposed to be striking, say cool, is required. that time, i had to come up with something that is me. and there was no better link i can think of but my blog. this blog. BOYISH. it created a mark. more than what i intended to.

for the love of beautiful pictures. -ayla
this banca was left in the middle of the low-tides.
under the setting sun.
karen and i heard it calling us, "pichur! pichur!"
right there and then, we knew we can't just let this call for a beautiful photograph pass.




we are against the sunset, and we adore it. - ver
this is how it looked like when viewed from the other side.
against the golden blanket and shimmer of the setting sun.
a cheapshot that is totally not cheap, but, a real money shot.
a cheapshot is a stolen shot. candid.
and we are so thankful to those who did cheapshot us.




it's just so painful to leave you behind. -brian
it was hard walking away from such a perfect set.
another cheapshot we are thankful of.
those who did cheapshot must be more thankful for having been given
such beautiful subjects and photo turn-outs. *nagfi-feeling :p
silhouettes can still convey emotions.

now, it is a definition, more than just redefining. for me. and for a lot of other things. boyish, now, is anything that is poetic. dramatic. emotional. sweet. and yeah, gay.

yoga. yogis. -ayla
we left the banca for these stones.
not seen here were the sea urchins.
oh, in the name of beautiful pictures.
if only this picture captured the shrieks.




sunset is not all about lonliness. -ver
it is also about divinity. and glamour.
it is not just any other cheapshots.
i just don't know which of these ver's cheapshots will be appearing in a magazine.
next time, operation topple these shots.
pressure. pressure. oh! it'd be really hard.

sunset is, oh, so boyish.