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Sooo three out of the six hours I spent at a coffee shop today, I ended up working on this. Checking papers is hard work, so this is the kind of thing I do to de-stress. A little ironic.
This is a tiny part of what I planned on making. Perhaps if I find time to finish it, I’ll share it here. Which I think is necessary.

Sooo three out of the six hours I spent at a coffee shop today, I ended up working on this. Checking papers is hard work, so this is the kind of thing I do to de-stress. A little ironic.

This is a tiny part of what I planned on making. Perhaps if I find time to finish it, I’ll share it here. Which I think is necessary.

A lot of people say to never get a tattoo of another person’s name, especially your boyfriend’s/girlfriend’s. It’s a stupid thing to do. But if I weren’t so deathly afraid of needles, I don’t think I’d have a problem with getting yours inked onto my skin. You’ve held on to me for almost a decade, so I think it’s safe to say that you’re a permanent fixture in my life, and that you’re a part of me already.
I don’t think I’d be the type of girl to get a tattoo on her wrist (or a tattoo at all, for that matter, but let’s play hypotheticals here)—no, I prefer something more subtle. With the way I’m constantly waving my arms around, a tattoo on my upper appendages just won’t do. I wouldn’t want one on my ankle, either.
If I were to get a tattoo, I’d get it behind my right shoulder, and in small letters, probably mimicking your handwriting. Subtle enough to be kind of sexy when my oversized shirts fall off my shoulders. And yeah, your handwriting, because it reminds me of how we’d write on each other’s skin when we would hang out in my school’s parking lot after classes when we were 16.
I don’t think I’ll ever be brave enough to get a tattoo, but if I ever do find the courage to (secretly) get one, you’ll know where to look.

A lot of people say to never get a tattoo of another person’s name, especially your boyfriend’s/girlfriend’s. It’s a stupid thing to do. But if I weren’t so deathly afraid of needles, I don’t think I’d have a problem with getting yours inked onto my skin. You’ve held on to me for almost a decade, so I think it’s safe to say that you’re a permanent fixture in my life, and that you’re a part of me already.

I don’t think I’d be the type of girl to get a tattoo on her wrist (or a tattoo at all, for that matter, but let’s play hypotheticals here)—no, I prefer something more subtle. With the way I’m constantly waving my arms around, a tattoo on my upper appendages just won’t do. I wouldn’t want one on my ankle, either.

If I were to get a tattoo, I’d get it behind my right shoulder, and in small letters, probably mimicking your handwriting. Subtle enough to be kind of sexy when my oversized shirts fall off my shoulders. And yeah, your handwriting, because it reminds me of how we’d write on each other’s skin when we would hang out in my school’s parking lot after classes when we were 16.

I don’t think I’ll ever be brave enough to get a tattoo, but if I ever do find the courage to (secretly) get one, you’ll know where to look.

Mindanao – August 2

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I don’t think I could ever get over the breathtaking views whenever we’d drive around mountains in Mindanao. It really makes me wonder why it took me so long to finally get up and explore my own country, because it’s beautiful!

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Anyway, after our very short visit, the Ignacios from Malaybalay (tito Andres, tita Ching + kids) took us to the del Monte Golf Course & Country Club so we could meet up with the Ignacios from CDO. We were there by ourselves for a while, so Kiks decided to catch up on some illustration work he had to do. In the meantime, I kept myself occupied by taking pictures.

Notice how his facial hair is starting to grow out? I always make a big deal out of it whenever he forgets to/doesn’t shave because I don’t like it on him. I just feel that it doesn’t suit him, and it’s itchy when he kisses me! Hahaha shallow, yes. So this time, I decided to make fun…

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…by drawing what he would look like if he grew out his facial hair. I said that it was patchy and uneven in a lot of places, and decided to draw it for him. We had a good laugh about it!

My name on the left is there because his cousins and I wrote our names in cursive on some pieces of paper while they were with us for a short while. Nobody seemed to like writing in cursive except for me! They seemed to find it especially difficult, but I find it almost therapeutic. Haha! Go figure.

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We were there for quite a while. Kiks decided to take a break from working and decided to take my camera from me.

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…things got weird.

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Anyway, a little while later, it was back to work.

Back in Malaybalay, his little girl cousins were into making loom bands, and I decided to try it out—mostly because I saw one that belonged one of their older brothers with a “style” that was different from the usual loom bands, and I figured I could do it too. I eventually made one for Kiks that night, and afterwards ended my looming career. LOL

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It’s crazy how loom bands are everywhere.

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Eventually, the CDO Ignacios came, we had lunch, and we made our way to Dahilayan Adventure Park! It’s this beautiful place where you have to drive past the del Monte pineapple plantation (amazing, too! You need to see it for yourself!) to get there. It was nice and cool here, being up in the mountains.

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And Dahilayan is indeed full of adventure—there were lots of fun activities to do. This place houses the longest dual zip line in Asia, which of course I just had to try! I didn’t take my camera or phone with me for fear of having it fall into the forest below, but it was excellent! The view was amazing, and it actually felt very calming to be “flying” through the trees and breathing in that fresh mountain air.

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Our rooms were a bit of a walk away from all the attractions, but I didn’t mind one bit—with a view like this, how could I not like walking?

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In one of the areas of the park were these adorable golden retrievers!! I squealed at the sight of them. My favorite one was the dog named Panini, as she was especially affectionate. I suddenly felt kind of bad for them, thinking how they were just tied up all day, with their food just scattered there in their tiny houses, not even in a little dish. It broke my heart even more when it rained that afternoon, and I saw them just curled up in their little houses. I just hope that they’re let loose or taken for walks regularly when the park is closed. Panini seemed to love having humans come up to her and pet her, and she’d rub her head against my leg.

If I were to get a big dog, it’d be a golden retriever!

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The three handsome boys I shared a room with, and spent the entire afternoon with! I really can’t believe that these boys are both under 17, and yet so freaking tall!

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Luge racing!

…right before it poured after our first round. We never got to go for our second round because the rain wouldn’t stop, and it was really pouring!

It was almost like a scene from Jurassic Park. I was half expecting to hear dinosaur roars, or thundering footsteps of a nearby tyrannosaurus.

We eventually managed to escape isolation in the luge area, and were rescued by tito Jaime. We later had dinner (best steaks ever!), and being the only guests in that particular restaurant in Dahilayan, we somehow urged Kiks & Leano to “sing for their supper”, haha! Nico was a little shy (and so was I, LOL) so we just sat and cheered and ate strawberries!

Missing a lot of things about San Francisco right now.

Missing a lot of things about San Francisco right now.

Taking a break from all this work. Been burning my brain-fuel since Wednesday (which caused me to spend the night where I had been working), so I think this warrants me one goofy picture. Of me eating crackers.
Back to regular programming.

Taking a break from all this work. Been burning my brain-fuel since Wednesday (which caused me to spend the night where I had been working), so I think this warrants me one goofy picture. Of me eating crackers.

Back to regular programming.

Random thought #13957938610

I remember how, when I was younger, I made an analogy between mixing colors with oil pastels and associating with certain kinds of people.

To my young self, generally lovely people were the brighter colors—reds, blues, yellows, greens—while the people whom I felt were bad influences were the blacks, dark browns, and grays. I remember very well talking to someone younger, and telling them to try and not associate (although that wasn’t my word back then, I don’t think I knew what the word ‘associate’ meant at the time) themselves with a certain person.

"See, this is you. You’re this blue color." I scratched at a piece of paper with the bright blue pastel. Then I picked up the black pastel. "This is (insert name of presumed bad influence here)." I started mixing the black over some portion of the blue I had colored onto the paper, saying, "If you mix with this person, then everything just goes all wrong! You aren’t a nice blue anymore." I then proceeded to mix the blue with other ‘nice’ colors like red or yellow, and showed him how much nicer that was.

It only occurred to me just how inclined I was with art at such a young age. Who knew I’d be making these kinds of analogies before I was even considered a pre-teen?

I guess this just popped into my head while working on my lecture about colors last week. It had absolutely nothing to do with what I had taught my class, but it was definitely a funny little memory to have surfaced all of a sudden.

I posted on my Instagram that one of the lovely perks of being a food photographer is that I get to eat what I shoot. Never mind that it’s possible that I work on weekends and holidays (like we did yesterday), because the stuff I get from working are well worth it. And I’m not even talking about payment for what I do!
Besides the fact that I get to sample the food that I photograph, I get all giddy and excited when I edit photos, too; even more so ever since I started working with my Fuji X-A1 + 60mm macro as opposed to my big, bulky DSLR. While my 60D has never failed me before, I’m finding so much joy working with my little Fuji. It may be a tiny mirrorless camera (and possibly the lowest-end interchangeable lens system in the X series), but the quality still blows my mind. Post-processing is hardly a chore.

I posted on my Instagram that one of the lovely perks of being a food photographer is that I get to eat what I shoot. Never mind that it’s possible that I work on weekends and holidays (like we did yesterday), because the stuff I get from working are well worth it. And I’m not even talking about payment for what I do!

Besides the fact that I get to sample the food that I photograph, I get all giddy and excited when I edit photos, too; even more so ever since I started working with my Fuji X-A1 + 60mm macro as opposed to my big, bulky DSLR. While my 60D has never failed me before, I’m finding so much joy working with my little Fuji. It may be a tiny mirrorless camera (and possibly the lowest-end interchangeable lens system in the X series), but the quality still blows my mind. Post-processing is hardly a chore.

I’m not sure if anyone’s noticed, but I’ve given up my red hair for several months now. I’m back to my raven-haired self; not completely, as there’s still a tinge of brown on some of the ends, but I’m about 98% back to being a brunette.
While I loved being a redhead for a good 4 years, it just got too time-consuming and costly for me to keep it up—not to mention being a redhead going mainstream a while back, and I’m too much of a hipster to put up with it. I enjoyed it while it lasted, though. I got to cross it off my bucket list, it brought out my personality, and I looked gosh darn awesome! I was one of the rare, lucky few whose hair didn’t dry out no matter how much I colored it, too! My hair remained its smooth, silky self despite the change in color, which awed quite a number of my friends and family.
But I think it’s time to go back to black. The amount of time and money I spend on dyeing my hair could be spent on more important things, like working on my resume, taking photos, travelling, or even getting a decent haircut! It’s funny how such a trivial thing like dyeing my hair can affect my life.
Perhaps I could bring back my red hair, in a less busy time in my life where I’m not struggling to save every second and every Peso I can for certain things I need to achieve in life. But for now, it’s back to my high school look, sans the long locks. That’ll probably never happen again.

I’m not sure if anyone’s noticed, but I’ve given up my red hair for several months now. I’m back to my raven-haired self; not completely, as there’s still a tinge of brown on some of the ends, but I’m about 98% back to being a brunette.

While I loved being a redhead for a good 4 years, it just got too time-consuming and costly for me to keep it up—not to mention being a redhead going mainstream a while back, and I’m too much of a hipster to put up with it. I enjoyed it while it lasted, though. I got to cross it off my bucket list, it brought out my personality, and I looked gosh darn awesome! I was one of the rare, lucky few whose hair didn’t dry out no matter how much I colored it, too! My hair remained its smooth, silky self despite the change in color, which awed quite a number of my friends and family.

But I think it’s time to go back to black. The amount of time and money I spend on dyeing my hair could be spent on more important things, like working on my resume, taking photos, travelling, or even getting a decent haircut! It’s funny how such a trivial thing like dyeing my hair can affect my life.

Perhaps I could bring back my red hair, in a less busy time in my life where I’m not struggling to save every second and every Peso I can for certain things I need to achieve in life. But for now, it’s back to my high school look, sans the long locks. That’ll probably never happen again.