A recent trip to Vigan caused me to fall face first on the jagged surface of reality. With minimal budget I squirelled away for my video production thesis and my overly ambitious film design, I can already smell defeat in the earliest round of my thesis proposal.

It is a big possibility that La Santa is nothing but a flight of fancy and I need to be pinched mean.

I had a recent discussion on thesis making with JR Siojo over overpriced hamburgers and he told me that the topic of religion, given that it is broad in scope and with all its complexities, is difficult to justify.

Right there, I wanted to bleed to extinction.

I pulled myself together, however, and while on a bus bound for Pagudpod, came up with this new idea:

A distressed photographer travels with his old camera,a Speed Graphic-- an heirloom from his dead grandfather who was a war documenter in the 1950s. He offers to take photographs of the townspeople who all refused with the reason that the old camera don't appear half reliable nor decent as the modern digital cameras sent by the husbands working overseas.

The photographer decides to leave the town to have his camera pawned so he could purchase a ticket for a train home when a small child waiting patiently for a bus in her school tartan asks to have her photograph taken.

Finis.

This thesis shall question the growing trend of superficiality. Think The Little Prince. Think The Wizard of Oz.

Friends suggested I hire Ronnie Lazaro to play the photographer.

I am brain hemmorhaging.