1. 17 Sep


    the multiply download button. it has arrived. at last. and what would seem like a simple task erupted like a malfunctioning bomb of memories in jpegs. imagine, i actually accumulated almost 16k photos in the span of 4 years. 800 million emotions captured in 4 corners. though a lot of it were fun, there’s a portion that made me go stop and stare. it’s just like that pitch don draper dropped during his kodak pitch… Nostalgia - it’s delicate, but potent.  “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound.” It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved. but i never really take drama photos. more of party photos. but in between those were photos of people i have been so closed to during that time frame, but now, have failed to even say hello. but what’s crazier are seeing photos with people i just can’t be friends with any more. it’s like that time pao told me,dati ang sweet niyo tapos ngayon ‘di niyo na kaya magusap.true that, my friend. which got me thinking. i’m currently at a phase when i don’t bring a camera. in this age where a snap is considered a life moment, why am i not taking photos. sure instagram is there, but it can only cover so much. in this time where in an “event” is part of my job, and attending functions are now part of the daily grind, why am i not taking photos of these moments? is it because when part of this fun present mode shall be over, there’s no visual evidence to look back to? how emo could that be. but i’d regret if i don’t have a camera during those nights that catch you offguard. like that night in january. i never had a camera dangling on my neck. but that was momentous this year. or this fashion event. or this trip out of manille. or this concert. or this random moment of clarity that hit you upon crossing EDSA. that is why i’ve decided to start carrying a camera again. i don’t even care of the specs. i just will carry a camera. so as i’m in my 6% of downloading my 16k photos, i’d like to thank multiply. thank you for being my box that serves as both a coffin and a preserver. thank you for being my social media home for years. thank you for making me obsessed with “viewed by” and “viewed 9 million times”.  thank you for being the kind home that has kept memories of my careless “teen”-ness.  multiply, you truly are synonymous with times.

    the multiply download button. it has arrived. at last.

    and what would seem like a simple task erupted like a malfunctioning bomb of memories in jpegs. imagine, i actually accumulated almost 16k photos in the span of 4 years. 800 million emotions captured in 4 corners. though a lot of it were fun, there’s a portion that made me go stop and stare. it’s just like that pitch don draper dropped during his kodak pitch…

    Nostalgia - it’s delicate, but potent.  “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound.” It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.

    but i never really take drama photos. more of party photos. but in between those were photos of people i have been so closed to during that time frame, but now, have failed to even say hello. but what’s crazier are seeing photos with people i just can’t be friends with any more. it’s like that time pao told me,dati ang sweet niyo tapos ngayon ‘di niyo na kaya magusap.true that, my friend.

    which got me thinking. i’m currently at a phase when i don’t bring a camera. in this age where a snap is considered a life moment, why am i not taking photos. sure instagram is there, but it can only cover so much.

    in this time where in an “event” is part of my job, and attending functions are now part of the daily grind, why am i not taking photos of these moments?

    is it because when part of this fun present mode shall be over, there’s no visual evidence to look back to? how emo could that be. but i’d regret if i don’t have a camera during those nights that catch you offguard. like that night in january. i never had a camera dangling on my neck. but that was momentous this year. or this fashion event. or this trip out of manille. or this concert. or this random moment of clarity that hit you upon crossing EDSA.

    that is why i’ve decided to start carrying a camera again. i don’t even care of the specs. i just will carry a camera.

    so as i’m in my 6% of downloading my 16k photos, i’d like to thank multiply. thank you for being my box that serves as both a coffin and a preserver. thank you for being my social media home for years. thank you for making me obsessed with “viewed by” and “viewed 9 million times”.  thank you for being the kind home that has kept memories of my careless “teen”-ness. 

    multiply, you truly are synonymous with times.