new job and a "photoshoot"

Change of plans. I'm supposed to write about so many stuffs this week, including the giveaway that I will  host soon, but I just got hired yesterday! It was the first time I went to a job interview, but I wasn't scared. And my new boss is quite nice, although I must admit that the work I've been given is pretty overwhelming.

But Rainy strong Rainy strong. I need to earn for my new camera! So Rainy do it. Heehee.

I can't help but admire the fact that although my mind was going "HOLY COW. OH MY GOODNESS. OH. MY. GOODNESS", my exterior demeanor was terribly calm! I know because I sat across a long mirror.

November will be a verrry busy month for me! What with all the commissions I've been receiving, my new job, my color shop.. and this blog. I only have Sundays off now. Adjusting for me will be tricky, because I've been idle for two years. My body is so used to lazing around all day.

The only problem is... I'm sick right now, and I'm starting work tomorrow. Sorry for sounding lameweaksadsick.

If you follow me on Twitter, you might have seen me tweet a photo regarding the "photoshoot" I had with my little sister. You see, my big bro keeps smirking at me every time I talk about photography. Either he thinks I have zero talent or errr idk, he just wants to. You know how big brothers can get. Anyway, he dared me to shoot photos of our little sis to prove that the equipment doesn't matter. Photos taken using a... OK don't laugh! Nokia C3-01.

It was soooooooooo hard photographing her! Her face and body was so stiff, she was feeling so conscious and very mindful of the people who were passing. Ugggh. I felt a wee bit annoyed, then guilt... guily... the guilt I felt made the pit of my stomach turn. How dare I feel such a thing when someone so young was trying very hard to overcome her nervousness? So stupid. Stupid. When I was a kid I felt very conscious when my parents watched me perform onstage. Of course I understood why she was being like that. So I told myself to be a good sister and tolerate the stiffness. Hence, more hand shots. LOL.

I was careful not to show a hint of laughter though. My face was so taut, businesslike. I wanted her to know that she wasn't being ridiculous, because I was sure that's what she was afraid of.

At least she learned a few things. That's what counts.

*****

Upcoming posts:

My first giveaway!
A closer look: Colors from C&W
On Making Layouts

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.

Toodles.

happy birthday mommy

Your wavy hair surrounding your heart-shaped face reminds me of a lion's mane. Sometimes your choice of hair color looks the part. It doesn't grow past your shoulders these days, like mine. But when you were young it fell to your waist. It was straight. You blamed hair-curling for the mysterious wave. I've always had the chance to scrutinize the details of your face. I am torn between fierce and soft. Your exquisite eyebrows are thick and rich, unlike mine. Your lips are always coated in red hues, and not a single day has passed without a cigarette on it. I've always hated smoking, but in your defense, you never had any back to lean on. At 45, you look much, much better than you did on your younger years. Of course your cheekbones were higher then, but I very much prefer the face I had always known. Everybody can find you seated on your favorite chair every morning before dawn, cigarette in hand, staring at nothing. And thinking. You embrace the silence, the calm before your little trumpets wake up, because when they do you somehow lose your inner voice. Lost in the noise. Faded in the background. I had learned how to appreciate the absence of sound because of you. I thrive in it, just like you. My friends find you cool, other parents think you're not strict enough. I think you're open-minded and generous. Thank you for providing me the freedom I never thought I would need and deserve. I don't know how you did it but you somehow managed to cloth and feed and educate us all by yourself. As the eldest daughter, I feel it is my job to help you nurture the minds of my 4 younger siblings. I do not want to fail you. Happy birthday! All 6 of us love you.

bonne anniversaire!

My youngest brother, Sean, is turning 8 today! I wanna greet him a happy birthday in this post written just for him! Although he hasn't got a clue about blogging and will probably won't get to read this until he's like, 12 or something, I wanna say a few things:

You have a very loud and annoying voice that irritates me every morning. I seek silence for comfort! But at the end of the day you're still my little brother, and big sissies do what they should. And sometimes you're very hard to control, even uncle's scary voice doesn't work. Then again, you're just a kid doing your job: living young.

THIS IS CHEESY. LET'S PROCEED TO THE EVIL PART OF THIS POST.

Sean here loves Puss.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO.

My photoshop skill is limited to giving photos the vibe I want my viewers to see. I can't beautify a person's face. No digital noselifts and face-slimming, although I can do bigger boobs and tummies.

OH GOD I WISH I CAN POST SOME OF THE PHOTOS I MADE. I gave my friends the biggest tummy I could, but I don't want to humiliate them and private matters should stay between us. LOL.

Gonna cook food for myself. Bye.

i wub you

This is where I write my current poems. I had neglected my relationship with pen and paper, and I'm trying my best to get it back. At first it was a tough job. It had been a while since I last wrote for real, after all.

On my previous post, I had mentioned that Caedwyn kept messing around with the stuff I was trying to photograph.

When I took the charm away from his hand.

My heart ached; I felt so guilty and so evil. So I gave it back.... only to find it inside his mouth.

Sorry for the bad quality. The phone I used can take good photos but only with natural light. And my editing was bad lol I used the same curve and didn't bother adjusting anything.

It's so stressing at home. July tomorrow.

a few minutes ago

Hi guys! Sorry I've been absent for days, I just scheduled the posts to remain activity in this blog.

As you might know already, I've been watching over my 14-month-old cousin Caedwyn. We're so close now he follows me everywhere. Yes, he'd watch me bathe given the chance. Not that I would mind, I never really had an audience during showertime. JUSTKIDDINGOK. I'm serious about him chasing me to the bathroom though.

I'm practicing how to juggle too! I know-ish about the basics because I used to know jugglers and acrobats during my performer days. I hope I remember well! The balls differ in size and weight though. It greatly affects my rhythm but with an audience of one (Caedwyn, who else), it's hardly an issue.

There's the baby boy. He kept prancing on the stuff I was photographing. You will see his hand or two on the future photos I'm gonna post. I think it kinda looked good though.

I had also finished Caroline's Journal. I bought it at a surplus bookshop for just Php99 some three years ago. I didn't even know I had it until I checked the deeper parts of my book cabinet. That Ribblestrop copy is Carle's, by the way. I haven't read it yet.

My old copy of Nat Geo's illustrated world mythology book! My siblings are now obsessed with it.

This is Caedwyn! He does this face every time his dad tells him No. Despite the squishy face (oh god I swear it's funny when he does it), he's very obedient and well-disciplined, even for a one-year-old! Well uh, his dad has a very scary voice imo. I am scared of his dad's voice.

Woah. The baby's trying to pound on the keys. I gotta go before you read "asdkjklzjcvzx" on this post. LOL.

And oh, I'm still busy with hatching more plans! I had decided to push the project I was planning to do last year, and you'll learn more about the business I was talking about when it's final. Clue: it's like a magazine.

I'm gonna do an affiliate clean-up!

Also, I'm going to post my poems in a separate blog so I could flood the page with new posts without worries.

See you soon!

Last Monday Night

I just got home! Last night, Nel asked me to meet up with her because she was obviously longing for me. Lol. But seriously though, the last time we hung out was like, on February. So we went to Sam's, and had a really good time laughing aloud like hyenas (although IMO we sounded more like elephants; oh well, we should stick to the popular idiom) and talking about stuff. Touchy stuff, funny stuff, gossipy stuff, more funny stuff. Then we tweeted/reblogged in between. Nel and I will never survive without Twitter/Tumblr. I'm tired, can't type much and my brain refuses to brew creative ideas. I'm so lame.

The last time I went to that place was two years ago! Click if you wanna read the post about my high school life. That's the second part btw, you can go search the first and third.

Photos were taken with Instagram, I just made an account last night. Wanna follow me? My username is rainymartini. Order of captions will be from left to right, so there'll be no confusions.

My tired eye saying "hi" or "I am oshom omg". Sam's dream catcher, and Aaron giving Nel her shot.

A selca with Nel. Sam and Nel gossiping, oooh look at my hairband. The boys kept wearing it in turn. I lost it today when some stranger gave us a lift. I might have subconsciously placed it on the seat beside me. We were abruptly dropped off and boom. I only noticed it when I was at Nel's already. Wtf Rainy, IT WASN'T YOUR FUCKING CAR. It was my favorite hairband! My pink hanky was left, too. Not gonna put a caption for the last photo because.... idk.

Those are uh... my blanket-covered legs. ArmslegsyellowshortstealshirtiPad on the second photo. NelandSamonthelastphoto. I'm feeling so lazy I already consider pressing the spacebar a chore.

Some stuff. I don't feel like writing about them anymore so just look at them and think for yourself, okay? Mwah.

We camped in that same room for the night and since we were like siblings, it was okay for both the boys and girls to be in one room. But we didn't sleep until 8 A.M.! Nel kept burping for hours and we didn't know why. It was funny... YOU FROGGY NEL. Hahahaha!

I feel like trying to annoy you by showing you a ginormous Earlybird-ed photo of some fake roses.

You annoyed now ah?

Loljk.

-.- I seriously feel so sleepy but I wanna update. I'll be meeting up with Nel tomorrow! Not sure when my adventures will stop (hopefully a week later) so yeah.

Gonna go sleep now. See ya!

The wheel breaks the butterfly

Yesterday went from "urrgggh" to "aaaaaaah" to "klaklaklakla". To cut things short, as this is an image-heavy post, I was very pissed from the moment I woke up. It was so humid and I felt inexplicably frantic from all the commotion. Not that I'm doing anything, I'm a lazy ass and didn't help at all. But still. It was hard to laze around, contemplating my annoyance and whatnots. I'm not even kidding. So yeah, it was Caedwyn's birthday yesterday.

I WAS IN A REALLY BAD MOOD UNTIL MY AUNT LENT ME HER CAMERA.

It wasn't a DSLR though. But that Cybershot of hers did lift me up in some ways, and I was thankful for the good lighting the sun had provided. I still don't know whether I should put captions at the bottom of every photo or... argh. Let's just see how it goes. To be honest I still feel lazy. There's no Photoshop here and I just resized the images. In my opinion they'd look better with a warmer tone or something. Blah. One other thing, I'm allergic to alcohol and my skin itches at the slightest touch right now so typing this post is a real pain. I'm doing this for you!

That should be enough reason for you to want to steal my bra and keep it under your pillow or something.

*blinks* Dafuq did I just say? Fxkcnasldjsfklopwe here goes...

Here's our birthday boy. He's a derp, even for a baby! He likes being passed around and never really cries unless he wanted the drink you're drinking or something. I bet he got that from me. He just laughs every hour  . I laugh every hour, too. But I don't know if that's normal for an... an.. FUCK I DON'T WANNA TYPE THAT WORD. Okay, adult. *blinks*

The slice of cake I took overturned and buried my sugar sun!

Lalalalooove that satin ribbon.

My perfume, my hairbands. Oh yeah, I mostly wear brown. DON'T ASK ME WHY.

I think I took this when I was tipsy because I remember me and my aunt laughing really hard at this photo.

SPOT THE PLANE.

I found it very funny that time because when I zoomed on the photo, the craft turned out to have been painted dark blue and yellow (lower belly).

IT WAS SO FUNNY.

Then I got really drunk I laughed at every single thing. I was also tweeting that time and every tweet I read was hilarious.

Ending this post with a rice photo.

I was playing Coldplay's Paradise while writing this post and it feels like I'm in a trance or something. Like, every time the song hits its chorus I feel like typing in slow motion. Para... para....... paradise.

Paradise. The only paradise I'll ever know is the inside of my head.

Good night.

pour Tqa, vous êtes merveilleux!

I don't know why but all of a sudden I created my two awesome Malaysian friends some random graphic to show how I dangerously love them. Tqa, this is for you! I hope you like this, to be honest I'm not quite confident with what I made but whatever. As long as there's love right? Hoho. And I mean, you know you truly love me to the point of throwing a freshly bought Chatime drink en route to Manila from Kuala Lumpur.

You can visit Tqa on her blog here.

I wanted to add some more gay words of endearment but my dog puked on my feet while I was writing another sentence! Argh, I love Coco, vomits and all. But on my feet!?

Other news: I'm going to upload some textures I made for you to download, yeah I think I'll be giving out resource packs now. I do hope you'll love them though, because I'm new at this! I had used those textures myself but I had never shared them before. So yeah, watch out for it.

Toodles!

Je te manque

Hi little sis. I miss you so much! When was the last time we actually saw each other? Two, three years ago? I know I've been a horrible big sis to you because I kept saying that you were a spoiled brat. (Trust me, you are. I mean, doesn't whining for three days straight for not getting what you want count for anything? Lol. But let's not go there, because this is about me missing you, annoying whines and all.) But I know I shouldn't have said that because I am, too. Minus the whining part and frequencies of course.

And I bet, I bet your ballet teacher misses you too. So how about you send me a photo of you wrapping your shoulders with your legs while I do the same? I know it would be a really horrible sight (because I'll take a photo of me fuhahaha) but let's try okay?

We're the freaking rubber sissies! Don't worry, though. I think you'll be flying here before you even say "ballet". Love you!

*Ehem*

May I present to you, theee, uh, 8th horcrux!!

I bought this at a kawaii store. Or not, maybe from Clipper? Can't remember. But it's gone now. Gone forever! I've had it for 3 years what the fuck. This is so unfair. Why do I have to lose the cutest things/people?

Fate might be conspiring against me but I shall thwart it by staying sarcastic forever.

I'm currently reading about Norse mythology (again). If anyone knows a good book about it, please do suggest.

Wanna know what my dream scenario of the moment is?


"Oh my gooood should I buy Pentax KR or Canon EOS 50D?" *runs around in perfect circles*

Dream on. I will try and save money to buy a new camera, because I desperately need one again to keep my heart beating. I know I've said this fuck loads of times but I can't stop yapping about it. I'll try to dwindle my constant reminiscing. In retrospect, it is annoying.

Mon animaux de compagnie belle.

Some of my readers commented and tagged that they want to see my newly-adopted baby pets. So here they are! Yes, they're from the streets, so I gave them a home.

I don't give a shit whether an animal is a mongrel or pure-breed. I love them okay? I don't practice racism anywhere. I'm not an animal racist. If you don't discriminate people according to their race, I don't think you should do the same with animals. I'm not lecturing you, you should be able to land on your own mindset and way of thinking. Just trying to share mine.

Note: The captions are in Weedle's point of view, and in a different accent (somewhere between British and French). "The eeveel keetee; do not forget," he added icily as he snaked his way beside me. Ok I think it's funny. A cat snaking. See it? Looool. How can a cat, which is a cat of course, snake? Loool I know okay. Snake is a verb and cat is a noun, at least in the sentence's usage. But what if, what if I switch their places? "A snake catted beside me." Wtf how can a snake, ssssss, cat? Pffchfchfhfhfh I can't even. I mean they don't have legs so... Am I confusing you? *le troll face* I lurrve my logic.

Lo and behold, le almighty Weedle, paws up, eyes dilated. Purrrfect.




(What Weedle probably thought) No. NO. Hunooooooooo I do not want any of my photographs powsted in your stchupid blug. I. Will. Not. Let. You click that annoying camera phone you have there... oooh! No.

No!!!!!!

*twenty eight minutes of bloody catfight later*

So I have hud (heard) yew want to see mey? It is I, le Weedle le great, who had conceded in this "I dun wunnu take le fotozzz huhuhu game". Only because my alleged mastuh wishes to.




I can haz squeaky toy keetee. And an equally dumb, annoying (in my opinion, Rainy *ehem* Martinee thinks he ees the smartest beecause he can seet and take out dirty clothes, I beg tew differ) chienne. Yes, I chose to call him a chienne (French for female dog, aka bitch) beecause he loves cuddleeng with mee.

He is a girl. In my opinion.




Don't I look gorgeous and extra royal on this exquisite carpet? You say.

Don't I look dasheeng and smart and incredibly eeveel, claws alreadee out and eyes set for the keel. Oh, I love my cruelty.




You don't say?

How can my master's little seebling adore the brainless git? But but I sleep next to master. And and I always lie on her left leg. So I must be loved more.

I must bee.

********************I can't take it anymore. I feel stupid writing like that.

Please do realize that taking photos of them was toilsome. They just wouldn't go steady for 2 freaking seconds!

Well it is true what Weedle said, he kind of hates Coco. The puppy adores the kitty, but the kitty... sigh. So they always end up playing-fighting. Weedle wins everytime of course. But when it comes to cuddling beside me while I watch The Vampire Diaries or HIMYM (or New Girl), they seem to be in some kind of a truce because Weedle's always on my left leg, and Coco, by my right.

And last night, the stupidest thing happened to me. My dog ate my money. Literally. I was trying to starve him a little because he doesn't finish his food and it always goes to waste. Lol. So I guess trying to make him go hungrier wasn't a good idea after all eh?

Now I'm out of cash for the next few days. I was planning to go to Nel's to pig out and just hang, watch movies.