I have heard quite a handful of “how you were born” stories. Most of them are far from what really goes on. Admittedly, though the process is actually messy, the results are pretty damn fine.
Especially when they come with a handful of tulle and colors and ribbons.
I am quite amazed at how creative photographers and mothers can be showcasing the beauty of their subjects and children respectively. I hope when my time comes, I’ll be just as creative as them.
Happy thoughts! :)
I love school supplies. The fact that a new school year is starting and I am not part of it pretty much bums me out. I miss the smell of new notebooks and books and pens and pencils and pad papers. I miss cafeteria food, the friendkly janitor, the mean girls and of course, the feelingero guys. Hahaha.
And I am very thankful that my office lets me collect as many school supplies as I want without criticism whatsoever (or at least none that I am aware of). I believe Anj is the only person who has not given up in stopping me from buying pens and notebooks that I do not use. She’s a very determined person, though it barely works. Sorry, Anj.
So here’s a peek of my office pens, 75% of which I don’t use as often. Mostly just for highlighting. Or doodling. Or passing notes. Some given out at seminars and meetings, most from National Bookstore. I know. I’m so sick. :)
GAAAAAAAAAAAH. I believe I need new ones. The present colors don’t pop out as much as I want it to. Hahahaha.
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.
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’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. :)
A lot of times, I regret not taking enough pictures. Even though I have tons of albums in Multiply and Facebook, I still feel that I haven’t captured enough moments. At the same time, I feel bad each time I try to pause a moment just to take a picture.
I guess that’s why I love television. And photo galleries. And photojournalists. And portraits. And paintings. They manage to recreate that fleeting second between an argument and a breathless kiss. Photojournalists capture human emotion with such accuracy and delicate precision, and the emotion never gets lost, in pictures or in translation.
I’d give a lot to have that ability. I’d give a whole lot to learn that skill. There are so many beautiful things that fly by our noses and they are all beautifully disarming and we never frame it. We take a mental picture and as time passes, we forget it. It would be nice to have a reminder hanging on your wall.
the salt of your skin 