I got bored with the old long hair with the happy green streaks. But this cutting decision I think, subconsciously is coming from the transition of us leaving the old house to the new one. And after a conversation with an artist, I realized that I shouldn't forget who I am and deny the creative in me. So the hair is the byproduct of all these complexities.

Oh the stuff we have to deal with: embracing the new, remembering the old, and accepting our real selves.

So there, the haircut.
 
I bought this after a friend recommended the quality and the range of colors to choose from. The hair product is called Manic Panic and I got one in Voodoo Blue. It says semi-permanent, veggie-based color so it won't be too harsh on the crowned glory. Nice!
I had my hair strands bleached thrice and then it took about 4 hours and then I had the color stay on my hair for another 5 hours. Oh and the whole thing can't be done without help so thanks to my cousin Jonna. I guess unless you're some kind of hair expert.

I bought the blue pigment, bleaching solution and powder for P1,270 at www.funkystreaks.com. Comes with a comb, bowl and gloves.

The verdict: happy!
 
I'm thirty three. Whuuutttt???!!!! Jesus was 33 when he saved the world. So what have I done for the last thirty three years? Save the world, not quite.

I've always said that I'm always excited to get older. The wisdom that comes with age and experience:  Knowing when to let go, accepting flaws and strengths, loving what is and what is not. Being thankful for friends and family, thankful for kisses, hand-holding, love. Giving back and sharing to the world. Doing Carpe Diems. Being still. Counting blessings. Staying true and in love with my husband, Isabelle, myself and life itself. 

No, I don't want to look back when I'm too old for the uncomfortable and say that I had not lived my life to the fullest. That I had not taken enough risks. That I had not travelled far to get to my dreams. That I had not loved enough, given enough of myself to the people I love and to the people that surround me. I don't want to regret anything for being too calculating and cautious. I want to be a good example to my daughter. And I will not be a sham when I tell her in the future, that you live only once. Bend, break, fall, but shake the dust and stand. Try again. As Albert Camus puts it: Live to the point of tears.

So cheers to another year. Who knows what I can do for another round. Save the world? Haha. Maybe. Or not. But I'll try to live in it as best as I can.


 
I've been watching American Idol every year with my husband, mom, sis and dad. And we'd have our different bets each time. I've won three years but for the last two years, I'm getting rusty in choosing my winners. But this year, for the maybe 6 years that we've watched this together, it is only now that we unanimously agree on our American Idol choice, Candice Glover.

Just watching her this evening perform The Cure's Love Song, doing Adelle's version, made me tear up seriously! Randy Jackson says that the performance was one of the best done in 12 years on AI! And I agree totally! I threw my hands in the air, clapping crazy. Hahaha! Feeling nasa audience. Candice, go go! 

Here's the video!
 
Farewell dear Tita Susan. At the end of your life's journey, your body frail and tired. May you find rest on the lap of our Lord. And though we find solace in this thought, still - you will be missed.



[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
BY E. E. CUMMINGS

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
 
I had a conversation with an American friend who was so surprised to know that when my generation was younger, parents didn't read us bedtime stories before heading to bed. No sir! Who had parents read to them? I never had experienced my folks read me a bedtime story. I don't have stats to qualify that generation statement but talking to many friends, it would seem fitting to make a hasty generalization.

In my young mind's perception, evening reads seemed Hollywood-ish and outlandish. Is it because my parents' generation believed in hard work - that providing for the family is more essential than spending time reading a book before the kids dose off? Or is it because we're part of the third-world country list (that sounded as if we're living in a distant planet) that we're all too busy being hungry in the tummy than feeding the hunger in our minds?

Or have we started changing?

Almost all my friend moms read to their children before dozing off. Has this generation of moms embraced western ways or are we learning to understand that parenting is not just putting food on the table but also spending quality time with the kids? Or have we just started to understand the benefits of reading?

What do you think? Why is it that you are (or not) reading to your kids? Is the night-reading ritual a generation difference or a demographic discrepancy?
 
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Uh-oh!
Uh oh! Someone's being curious with my gear! When I started taking photos of her, she'd walk towards me to get a hold of my camera.

This might be the start of camera baby. Hahaha!
 
Baguio City tops our favorite spots in the Philippines list with its coffee-conducive weather and its happy-honest people (taxi cabs here give you exact change unlike Manila taxis that round up to the nearest tens or hundreds!). We've been here too many times that we've lost count. So it's not a surprise that we ended up tying the great knot here in 2010. 
And we promised ourselves to always swing by so we all remember our binata-dalaga days hahaha and our love promises as well.

We brought Issa to St. Joseph Pacdal! And she was so happy running about. Maybe she felt how happy we were, too! That we were able to finally show her the church that meant the most to us.
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The happy addition running about at our wedding venue
I want to believe that as long as we are reminded of our past, we become thankful for the present and hopeful for our future. As we rekindle, sparks will fly and then we forever will be basking in the lightness of our love.
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Love here.
 
I secretly wish for rain every summer time. Honestly, I abhor the hot weather. I'm not a beach person either. Sometimes, I like a good swim but not the heat. It would have been perfect weather for some smokes and coffee but I ditched that habit some 4 years ago. I'll enjoy this weather with coffee instead. Yey!
 
Some years ago, I was part of the Summit Media team, writing for FHM and some magazines such as Cosmopolitan, Men's Health, Women's Health, and Entrepreneur. I've had work published in South America and I've had interviewed really great people from a Fidel V. Ramos to Brillante Mendoza. From Django Bustamante to Coco Lee. And it was grand. But somewhere along the way, I found a crazy calling - to nick the computer and carry a camera instead. So just to prove to myself and to everyone that I was dead serious in taking on the challenge of becoming a photographer, I declined every single writing gig since 2007.

Though I did left my budding writing career then, it doesn't mean that I didn't love it. Not at all. I love meeting people, tinkering with their minds, beliefs and passions. I love looking and reading my work after it's published. I love working with all these great writers, too. It's just that I love photographing a bit more.

So here I am, hoping against hope that I will sustain this blog. Hopefully with a lot of will. Hopefully, we'll never have to part ways with my writing again. 

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