Let’s admit it. Nothing perks a workday better than a hot coworker.
Here’s to a fantastic almost end of week workday, everyone! :)
Photography
A song and some photos
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
Waking up is the hardest part
You roll out of bed and down on your knees
And for a moment, you can hardly breathe.
Wondering, "Was she really here?"
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not.
Coz she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
I still want to be a photographer
I have not updated this blog for a while and I feel quite bad about it. When you come to think of it, there are way too many sites I have not updated, and I finally took the opportunity to update each of them this week.
Chictopia will have to wait. I am yet to whip up a fantastic look for my comeback post. Not that I have that much fans. Hahahaha.
What I managed to revive was my deviantART site. With all the early trips I took this year (Tagaytay for our planning conference and Canyon Cove with the family), I happily clicked away the camera my good Ate Chie lent me. I have to admit I should have taken a refresher course last year; I’ve had this camera for over a year now and I still have not utilized it to its fullest. But then there are these shots that I just fall in love with.
Canyon Cove Sunset 1
Canyon Cove Sunset 2
Call it narcissistic because I love my own work, but really, looking at the photos I took in January made me realize in spite of the good thing I have going on at work, I still want to be a photographer.
- Tagaytay in January
This year, I promise I will relearn my ropes. Now, I just need Adah to relearn it with me.
Believe me when I say there will be more photos to come. :)
I FFFFound Love.
I’ve always known I’ll always be in love. I guess that’s the reason why I love seeing love. And collecting them. And making them appear mine. Even if I already have my own. :)
I have a date with my someone tomorrow evening. He’s a really good kisser. :)
Shoes, lace, skirt, frills
Being stuck in a corporate world, it’s almost easy to lose your creativity. The constant conformity to the rules and regulations — and even code of ethics and conduct — will eventually trim the rough edges, the same edges that are often the source of paint, color and frivolity. It is a struggle to keep that alive, especially if the paint and the color and the frivolity are what you have been doing for most of your life.
Which is why I’ve been working really hard in getting into photography classes. I love photography. A picture paints a thousand words and that sweet Bread song were said and sung for a reason: it’s the truth. You don’t need words or actions or a singsong voice to translate the romance, the joy, the heartache and the agony. All you need are your eyes.
Your eyes see everything. The windows to the soul, they say. And in a way, that’s what I want to do. To give you a good view. A good enough view that will move the windows.
I just want to get there…
the salt of your skin 