Rainy Martini

September 30, 2012


Scrump is an inanimate supporting character (in my opinion) in Lilo & Stitch. It's one of my all-time favorite films. A bug laid eggs in her ear, hence the bulging head. Lilo liked to pretend that Scrump was dying. I got all teary-eyed when I read that fact a few years ago. Lol.

I LOVE SCRUMP SO MUCH. Looove the color, looove the eyes. I have a thing for button eyes (Coraline!!). Love love love buttons! BUTTONS!

Here's my current favorite Scrump charm! I got her last 2009 from the HK Disneyland gift shop in the airport. It's kinda hard to believe that she was on the verge of death though. Look at the state of her! She even had time to cosplay. Lol.

What I really love about her is how loved she was despite the imperfection.

And hey, you can also bake a Scrump cookie!

Scrump is my muse.

I don't know why but I seem to be in a bad mood. I'm upset with everything that's happening.

Also, I terribly miss my gaming days. It's been a while since I last played DotA or The Sims or Final Fantasy or Fatal Frame or Ragnarok... I think I should turn to online social gaming but what is there to play? I'm so annoyed with the notifications I'm getting on Facebook. Any suggestions?

And Izzie's raving on about this current number 1 online game in Korea called Blade and Soul. I'm mega jelly and I wanna try it... it makes me feel more and more upset.

Last day of the month. My September this year is all about recuperating and accepting my new appearance. I now have facial craters and scars that look like huge acne marks! I'm really really thankful I don't enjoy photographing my face much. If I did then I would be more devastated!

But still, I wanna go out with my friends and I can't bring myself to because they make me feel so conscious, the scars. Damn pox. Damn pox.

Gonna immerse myself in kawaii and behind the scenes videos!

Good night.

September 27, 2012

a Book and a Bunny

Fixing Delilah - Sarah Ockler

I had meant to blog about this sweet read a few weeks ago, but things got out of hand.

Read the synopsis...

"Things in Delilah Hannaford's life have a tendency to fall apart. She used to be a good student, but she can't seem to keep it together anymore. Her "boyfriend" isn't much of a boyfriend. And her mother refuses to discuss the fight that divided their family eight years ago. Falling apart, it seems, is a Hannaford tradition. Over a summer of new friendships, unexpected romance, and moments that test the complex bonds between mothers and daughters, Delilah must face her family's painful past. Can even her most shattered relationships be pieced together again?"

This story might ring a bell. Summer romance, broken relationships and all that. It's like watching a real chic flick! What interested me, though, is the redundance of "we all long for what could have been" in the whole story, because that is entirely true and I can certainly relate to that.

We long for what could have been. Although we may feel contented of what we have, we cannot help wanting the stuff we do not possess. I think that's perfectly fine, because what is there to pursue if you don't dream at all?

I'm very uninspired as I write this. I feel like I'm wasting time. Now I long for inspiration. I think I had it... a few minutes ago. Then, zap, gone.. And I'm alternating between writing this and tweeting. Heehee. At this rate, I'm getting nowhere with this book "review". To be honest this post doesn't have a lot of dignity to be called that. So let's drop the "review" thingy. It pressures me!

*clears throat*

All in all, I think the tale was rather nice; medium-paced, veiled in mystery, and heart-wrenching. It did not take long before I became friends with the characters. I think Ockler did not intend to give them too much character, though. (Character can haz no too much characterzzz. Dafuq am I saying omg) That being said, they still did not fail to seem real to me.

I think most teenagers can relate to this, and I recommend this for people who love a short read with a cup of steaming coffee.

Oh wait oh wait oh wait. My baby cousin Caedwyn has a bunny!! Wait I'm gonna post them here...

It doesn't seem like it but I'm now writing this approximately 18 minutes later, and I figured it would be better to write about it in another post. WAIT WAIT NO I CHANGED MY MIND.

Meet... well she doesn't have a name yet. We're waiting for Shiloh to give her a name! At the moment we call her "pappit" (baby-talk for rabbit, I guess).

I love love love her omg I wish she were mine. We just got her yesterday, and it was also my father's death anniversary. My uncle (who bought it because he felt sorry for the vendor and the rabbits who were peddling under the bridge) joked that my dad's spirit might've possessed him, because he actually bought her. He was a great animal lover, my dad. And he valued them for both company and the balance they bring (you know, geomancy).

Bunnies were my obsession, as I've been told. When I was three, I had a pair named Jack and Jill. Jack was gray and Jill was white with red eyes. They said I never really put Jill down unless I ate or did other businesses with my hands. I can't remember how they died but I must've cried... terribly.

This might seem like an advertisement, but I errrr actually used my actions and curves preset to edit these. You can see the before photo of one of 'em here.

Whaat!? I know I know but I can't help it.

Anyway, I'm currently offering sponsorship to interested bloggers, preferably photobloggers. You see, I just opened my shop and if you're interested, just e-mail me with your current statistics (daily traffic, followers, etc) and we'll talk it out.


September 24, 2012

Colors & Wishes -- NOW OPEN

After almost two weeks... I am proud to announce that my first online shop, Colors & Wishes is now open!

As mentioned on my previous post, people who were interested in learning how I post-process my photos have mailed me and even asked to buy my own presets. Soon I realized that transacting via e-mail was tiresome so I have decided to open a shop available for everyone to see! You can buy curves preset, actions and PSDs. Prices will start at US$5. There will be promo codes and freebies, too.

First, a color is a lingo for photo-editing presets. It's called so because it literally colors your works (well, only if you didn't use a black and white one).

I have spent two years (and counting) going through my adventures without a camera and often borrowing from other people. It helped me learn to make do with what I have (and improve my persuasion skills lolol). I also learned so many ways to make photographs look presentable using Photoshop. It hurts me to sell those because they're my personal editing presets and I've had them for a while already. But everything will be towards my new project and camera fund! I plan to save for a new camera so I can live my life in a creative pursuit and shrug off the "photoblogger without an equipment" brand.

I'm actually scared, nervous and very uncertain about this endeavor. But I won't know until I try right?

Thank you so much and see you there!

Visit my shop and try the freebies so you can get a gist on how they work.

Image is from deviant-caroline.

September 14, 2012

Coming soon...

Yes that's right, I'm opening my very own color shop! For the past month, I've been sending previews and samples as e-mail attachments, and I've actually sold my personal actions and curves to a couple of photo hobbyists like myself! So now I've decided to launch an actual shop where future customers can browse and purchase freely without having the need to send me an e-mail and wait for my reply with the said attachments.

The products will include the ones that I personally use for my photos, and others that I created out of love as well.

Price range... let's just say that it will be more affordable compared to the other color sellers out there.

It's opening soon!

There will be freebies... and they're not like the ones I've posted in this blog before.

September 12, 2012

Old Sunset

Taken three years ago, I was standing at the topmost floor of my old high school building. The thing about sunsets is they always look... gloomy.

September 09, 2012

Got flown by a squealing chicken...

HELLO EVERYBODY! My gosh, I haven't been here for days! I had just read through all the comments on my previous post. Thank you, thank you for the get-well-soon wishes, I really appreciate those.

So I had a terrible bout of chicken pox, starting August 26th. I'm gonna tell you about my week, and I don't mind spilling out the gory details so please hold on to your lunches... or not. Wouldn't it be spectacular to have my readers puking all over their keyboard? Meh. I don't think this is going to be that gross anyway.

I remember mentioning somewhere in my previous posts that Caedwyn had chicken pox, and I might get it too. A day or two after the baby's full recovery, a pimple-like thingy appeared on the small of my back. So everyone at home was all "hahahahahahahahaha!" because it made clear that I had already caught the virus.

It was not bad at first, the blisters didn't multiply the way we expected it to so the homefolks finally stopped fantasizing about me getting the pox.

Then it happened. One morning, I woke up with the hugest pimple on my face. Then came the fever.

Oh, I'm telling you. It was terrible! I've had several muscle and joint pains. The small of my back mysteriously felt as if I haven't moved it for a week. I had to keep bending over to ease the pain. In a matter of hours, dozens of blisters appeared on my back and stomach. They stung, and every movement caused  me pain. When the night came, I couldn't sleep because they itched so hard I had to slap my back with my soft towel repeatedly. I kept wailing and moaning! True, I'm used to having itches all my life because I have this skin condition... wait, I don't want to tell you about it. Not yet. But it's amazing and I'm practically a walking canvas/scratch paper.

Bottomline is I'm very used to getting itches and what aggravated me was the fact that I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. Don't scratch. Don't touch. There were so many don'ts. It made things worse, because I think my rebellious mind kept doing something about it. I scratched anyway. Hehe. And the nights were very warm. As if the nature that I love so much was conspiring against me. Maybe it was.

My face was then bombarded with white blisters. I would have been so fearful and depressed if it hadn't been for my mom, who also had pox when she was 23. You see, she was a model back in the days and it was much harder for her. So anyway, she kept telling me to stay away from the mirrors, that it's going to be okay. That the scars will fade in time. Everything she said felt like cold water on my skin.

She gave me a wet towel soaked in boiled colantro seeds and oolong tea. Which was a bad idea wtf. You see, my family is kinda superstitious so I wasn't allowed to bathe! The house was practically an oven due to the heat, and and and... my underarm smelled! Hahahahahahaha. I smelled of foul oolong tea and soon enough I  was a rotten Chatime pearl milk tea.

What made it harder to sleep at night was the cluster of blisters on my scalp. They were so fucking itchy and painful. I sleep in a fetal position and they devilishly appeared on the sides of my head, and along my hairline. What the fuck right? My body is trolling itself.

Fast forward. Pain pain, itch, stink. Pain, blisters on my buttcheeks and the inside of my legs stopped me from sitting. Pain fucking pain.

Then the stupid blisters started drying up. IT WAS THE ITCHIEST DAY OF MY LIFE.

There weren't that many on my arms, but my tummy was almost full of them. I accidentally saw myself in the mirror and the hair all over my body stood up. The clusters of brown circles on my face was too much for a trypophobic like me. I am virtually afraid of... circles, holes. ESPECIALLY if they come in clusters and groups. The sight of grapes bothers me, so does seeing beehives, giraffe print (it looks like dried wound on a human skin and I can't stand it), pearls at the bottom of my milk tea glass...

And then there was my face, all flaky, holey, brimming with dried chicken pox blisters. Seeing them made my back feel itchier. We get itch from merely seeing a bunch of round thingies, it's scientific.

Every section of my body was practically a chocolate chip cookie. (Yes they bother me too but I ignore the disgusting look and munch them anyway.) It was the worst, and the goosebumps made the itching worse. But I'm a strong person. I got through it all.

My uncle (Caedwyn's father) got it, too. And his was about twenty times worse than mine. There was practically no decent skin on his back, and I hate to admit this because I'm very fond of that uncle, but the spots on his skin made my skin crawl even more. The whole ordeal gave us a chance to bond more, although we were already close, it made us closer. We'd hang out in the err... "porch" all day and just talk because there wasn't much to do. And we joked about our illness.

Our whole family did, I think it helped me with the whole healing process. Talk about finding light in everything.

A few days ago, my face was caked with dried pus. It looked a lot like whiteheads. I had to keep scraping them and when I accidentally hit a browndisgustingblister, it falls off and  The blisters are on the process of getting the fuck off my skin which is good. And gross. Also, I found a way to make fun of these.

Every time my siblings say "yuck", I take one off and throw it at them. Bwahahaha.

I have a lot of poems to write. Actually, I'm on a deadline and I'm supposed to be writing five or more poems right now! I would've done it during the week but a bullshit, a rather huge one, appeared on the area of my hand that constantly gets pressed down when I write. And there were also a bunch on my fingertips. You can see it on the photo I especially took for you. Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. What's the point of having disgusting thingies on your skin if you can't use it to troll anyone? Don't say it. I'm a bad bad bad girl I know and some of the stuff I find funny might annoy others. I did warn you guys though, my sense of humor is not always for everyone.
You guys, I'm so touched with your messages and tweets and comments. Oh I forgot that I already mentioned it. Oh well. Thank you so much anyway.

I'm off now. I need to finish all the liabilities that had piled up during my absence. And I'm tired.

September 01, 2012

I'm sick

Hey guys. You see, I have chicken pox so uh... so uhh I won't be able to update.

I have engagements, though. And some of you guys have paid me in advance for the layouts you've requested or the colors you want to buy. I don't wish to say this publicly but I have no time to e-mail you individually. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, I didn't want this either!

I promise I'll be back as soon as I can, with your orders sent and layout blueprints e-mailed.

Sorry, sorry! Sorry for the blasted graphic (credits to 99MB), sorry for this.

I could've finished all those works if it weren't for the stupid boils on my fingertips! It hurts just to type this. Please understand.

Meanwhile I will spend my days writing poems that no one cares about. Lol.