Project 2011: 46 - evocation of a memory

05.02.11
a day at the bird park with J's cousin's family. 
cute little kids, these two. the sight reminds me that once i was a child and how fun it was... it made me miss my sibs more. 


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Project 2011: 31 - as if it was a fairtytale

03.31.11

there's just something about this sight that caught my eye.

it made me think of ever-afters.

it sure looked like it came out straight out of a fairytale.

taken at the Fullerton Hotel.

Project 2010: 113 - i wish

07.17.10

colorful, floating lanterns.
what if each one represents a dream/wish yet to be fulfilled?
let's fill up the skies with them.
light them up, and make them soar.
oh, how colorful the heavens would be if it were the case.

Project 2010: 67 - smiles

04.17.10

i'd like to think that someday, no matter what, our smiles will never fade. :D

Project 2010: 65 - laid back

04.10.10

a day at the coffee shop catching up with our series.
this so reminds me of date friday nights way way back :>

Project 2010 : 58 - burst of light

04.03.10
i was feeling down and the mood at the beach was perfect for thinking and reflecting.
then this burst of light destroyed my moment.and i was never so happy to have been interrupted.

Project 2010: 52 - date

03.14.10

oooh...

i would have loved strolls by the beach with the sea breeze on my face and water touching my bare toes.

i would have loved the feel of sand as i step on it, or pick it up and teasingly throw a handful at my companion.

or just sit by the beach,lounging and enjoying each other's company.

but not today, at least not yet anyway. :D note to self: a sunlit date overlooking the beach, exactly as this photo suggests! :D

Proj 80 of 365 - sugar rush

081509

i was feeling under the weather today. i wanted to be with myself to keep my feelings in check. i resorted to perhaps the most effective therapy known to women - shopping. but today, the shops lost their glitz and appeal. it only took me an hour of window-shopping at SM on a sale day til i called it quits.

before heading off to what seemed like a lost cause, i stopped by for some gelato.

as i was enjoying my lil cup, i saw this little kid who was devouring hers excitedly.

ice cream was my solace when i was younger. it was a reward for having a tooth pulled out. it was to celebrate birthdays, anniversaries and victories. comfort food.

as i savored every spoonful, i wonder what the little girl’s story is. is she feeling crappy like me? did she have her teeth pulled out? was it a bribe for good behavior?

then the sugar immediately took effect. and it was after that everything i kept bottling inside, melted, like every mouthful of the tasty gelato.

ice cream, for children and children of heart alike, will always give you a feeling of happiness and warmth deep down.

Proj 37 of 365: umbrella friends

(05.16.09)

it's a very out of the ordinary hot mid-summer day but i was determined to walk for blocks as i have to do this to do (that didn't sound right). james bore the heat with me, never once complaining until i admitted it, "we have to take out our umbrellas!" so we took my rarely used one and i got to carry it around the streets.

thing is, umbrellas and me don't seem to match. because of my unfulfilled childhood "majorette" dreams, i tend to swish the umbrella to and fro, making it dance, lost in my own world which looked like a drunk trying to balance a stick. not a bad thing if you're on your own but something you should definitely avoid if you have someone sharing the umbrella with you. james had it, his head had been hit back and again and offered to take the umbrella off my abusive hands but i was having so much fun treating the umbrella as my baton that i had to decline. admitting defeat, he took out his own to spare himself from the bruises :D

we had so much fun walking the streets like little kids who just discovered umbrellas, laughing and teasing each other. then i suddenly halted.

"why are you stopping?", he said.

"give me your umbrella i have to capture this moment.", i commanded.

"on the sidewalk pavement?", he asked in disbelief.

"yeah, no one's there anyway."

i took my shots, and hand on hand, umbrella against umbrella, we walked the path again.

thank God for supportive friends and boyfriends.

Proj 20 of 365: all bottled up

(04.28.09)
while some would bring a pinch of sand from the beach, I’d been collecting shells since I could recall. tiny & big shells, imperfect broken and perfect ones, colorful and plain shells, dotted pieces – shells of different sizes, shapes, colors, patterns and looks!

as a young child, I’d learned to love shells – there’s always something fascinating about each piece and I could hold on to one the entire afternoon as I play with my sister in my lola’s sala. my lola used to let us play in the sala, crammed up in a mat with her collection of shells laid out in the floor. maybe, unconsciously, I have taken to this enthrallment with shells from her. in that mat, my sister and I were lost in our own world, where shells were our constant companion – the money or the food to be cooked – depending on what make-believe land we were currently in.

and I grew up, but I never totally forgot how I adored shells. there was a phase in my life not so long ago that I’d never leave the beach without a handful or plastic-full of these gems. for me at that time, it was an outlet – as I walk down the shore with thoughts in my mind, I symbolically pick up a shell to stand for that thought, or a which, or just an expression of what I fell.

i have bottles full of shells at home as proof of these visits to the beach and though I’m still at a loss what to do with these shells, I’m just contented to look at the pieces and remember the memories that brought it inside the bottle.

shells, definitely, are the oceans’ secret to share.