Late night ramble

I am supposed to be sleeping right now because I have a 9AM class tomorrow. Zzzzz… I finished my PowerPoint presentation for my literature subject earlier than I expected. So here I am, finally making a comeback entry. *sighs* comeback talaga?!

We are a week and a half away from our Midterm exams, and as usual, research papers, projects and lots of requirements are pouring down on us faster than my tears rolling on my cheek. The weather had been very unpredictable here (in the Philippines) for the last few weeks. The last time I checked, the news told us that there will be a Super Typhoon to enter PAR. I can’t believe it has been half of our semester already. Why is time such in a hurry? And with that being said, I suddenly remembered my dear laptop. I intend to share this with you, guys.

My mom and dad brought it to a store in SM that caters to gadgets’ repair. I was given hope that I would use it by Monday (which is yesterday) already. So we went there to pick it up. Unfortunately, the store failed to repair it so my mom decided that we send it to one of their oldest friends that repaired many of our family’s computers and laptops from way back. Now we still aren’t sure when are we getting it back. I was very hopeful because one of the many reasons why I haven’t blogged so much is because my lack of device. I was already thinking of catching up with my blog the moment I lay hands on my laptop again but… timing isn’t there yet. So, I guess I’ll have to suck it up with my desktop computer.

Anyway, I’ve finally decided to get myself a film camera (well, hopefully this week)! Though, I’m not yet sure on what exact brand I will be getting, what I’m pretty sure is that I’m getting a full manual SLR so I will be able to fully venture into it. And I’m so thrilled. I had probably infected my cousin with this one because he is also planning to get one of his own. Good thing is that, our school library has great series of books regarding Digital Photography and Analog Photography, which I borrowed (the latter, of course). Some books were heavier than my bag so I just frequently read them inside the library instead of borrowing it to read at home.

When I told my mom that I would be getting a film camera, an SLR to be exact, she kept on asking me where am I going to buy films, or where am I getting it processed. She was questioning me because I’ve delved into digital photography back in my high school days and I suddenly wanted this film photography. I didn’t explain myself because I felt like they wouldn’t understand me no matter how hard I try to explain. So I let their questions rain on me without answering too much because I know it would be of no use. Since I already researched about where, when, and how am I going to process and develop the films I’m going to use, I would probably scan it too so I can share it to all of you. If only there’s an easier way for me to reach out to the younger generation for them to appreciate these kinds of art, I’d probably do it in a blink of an eye.

It’s already getting late, and the rain started to pour (again). I’ll end this here. And I’ll write again soon when I get a hold of my first film camera. Good night!

♥,

A

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Film Photography, where to start?

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I recently came across an old camera (the one with films) when I was looking for a second hand phone to buy for my brother who badly wanted to play Pokemon Go on his phone but unfortunately, his phone isn’t smart enough to let him play. Anyway, my curiosity arose when I googled film photography and displayed series of blogs regarding Lomography. So with a few clicks here and there, reading each article that I found, I suddenly wanted to try this. (FYI: I don’t own any camera as of the moment. The ones I use are my cousins’ properties. All I have is a phone camera.) This has led me to watch videos in YouTube teaching film photography for beginners. Upon asking questions to some professional photographers through their emails, I suddenly had the urge to buy and own a film camera. I then found a group in Facebook Lomomanila Marketplace that consists of lomography enthusiasts. There, I found good deals for second hand cameras. YET, I still don’t know what actual camera to buy. The cheapest second hand SLR that I saw in that group costs around PHP 1,000 – PHP 3,000. Too bad, they’re already sold, but I still researched about the camera and I think it could be enough for beginners like me.

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Olympus Pen EE3

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Olympus Pen EED

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Pentax Auto 110

I honestly don’t have any ideas on how these cameras differ except from the articles that I’ve read through google. Also, I recently talked to someone concerning my plan on learning film photography who suggested that I try to Continue reading

Playlist Vol. 3 : Singing the blues

Hi! I know it has been awhile since my last entry and it’s making me feel awful, I swear, but then I don’t have enough inspiration to push me to make another post… but there’s so many things I want to share with you, guys, already. I’m seriously working on it.

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So, just a quick catch up on what’s making rounds on my playlist from the past few weeks… here’s another entry on Playlist (Volume 3: Singing the blues).

I hate u, I love u Gnash (ft. Olivia O’brien)

Oceans Coldplay

O “Fly On” Coldplay

Sparks Coldplay

This Time Freestyle

Lost Stars Adam Levine

Photograph Ed Sheeran

This I Promise You *NSYNC

Wait For You Elliot Yamin

Ilusm Gnash

High (Acoustic) The Sparks

Almost Is Never Enough Ariana Grande, Nathan Sykes

So there you go… Seems like I’ve been listening to the songs from way back. I’m sure you guys would love to hear it again. Go ahead and hit it up on your phone, or laptops, or computers. Enjoy! 🙂

Love,

A

What Makes Her Perfect?

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Being a mother requires a lifetime of passion and dedication. Not much appealing, but very fulfilling. It doesn’t come with a handbook. Mothers start with a blank slate, a question mark, a no-clue situation, but cheers to all the mothers who nailed being a mother.

Three hundred sixty five days in a year, but not a single day could the child leave a mom’s thoughts. Seven days a week of endless thoughts of what could happen to us runs through her mind. Twenty-four hours a day, not a single hour of a silent moment with her. Millions of fiascos and dissatisfactions may fractious our heart, but her unconditional love can crush all the pain away.

So, thank you, Mama. For being my Mama. Though the repeating reminders for everything may sometimes be irritating, I will never get tired of hearing it. Thought the daily reminder of everything you do for us may crush us because we feel like our own efforts and ways of showing our love for you may not be enough, we will still try. Though we may never do the things you want us to do for our lives because of our own reveries, we will still listen… because you deserve to be heard and understood, to be loved and cared for, to laugh, to enjoy just like how you want us to. You deserve to feel the same absolute love you give us to nurture us while we grow up.

I may not be your idea of a good daughter, but I promise you that I will take care of you when you grow older. I may not take the path you want me to take, but I promise you that I will still make you proud of what I could become with the vision I have for myself. You may hurt me with your words sometimes, but those are what made me strive to be a better person.

You are a perfectly flawed mother, and I wouldn’t have you any other way. Your deficiencies make me realize how human you still are despite of doing every single thing for us. Your limitations remind me to ask you how you are doing even though you look amazingly fine. Your flaws teach me what to do and say to my future children to avoid hurting their feelings, and what not.

Thank you for the things you’ve done for us. For being selfless, for being strong.

You are one of a kind. All of the over-acting, the bickering, and the false news you give us. Again, I wouldn’t ask for you to be in any other way. You are who you are, and that’s what makes it perfect for us.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mama. You know we love you.

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P.S. Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mom’s out there! Much love.

The Last Memory 1

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I pull up my blanket from half of my body up to my neck. Some rays of the sun peek through the small gaps of the blinds I installed when I moved into the apartment, warm on my face helping my body adjust to the cold temperature in my room. Last night, I conclude today to be my rest day and I know there is no stopping me. I savour the moment I have with my bed and my warm blanket than turns even cozier in the morning. I feel my throat burn from thirstiness, and then I remember how lazy I am last night, neglecting the need of my body for water. Right now, I can settle to the fact that I am a lazy-ass girl who can’t leave her bed for her own benefit. Well, blame my bed… and pillows… and blanket… and the weather itself. I wonder how possibly it could be that my bed is a lot more comfortable in the morning than it already is. I am just so grateful that it’s my rest day today.

I stare blankly at the plain white ceiling I re-painted weeks ago. I can’t deny the fact that I am badly missing my room back home—painted in pastel blue color, with my painting materials carefully arranged on the cabinet beside the window, Kara on the bunk bed going through the stack of books I have. I miss everything back home, but I have to deal with the choices I made. My doorbell ring for three times and I hesitate for a moment if I should stand up and get the door, or just ignore it away, but in the end, I shrug the laziness away, wrap the robe around my body and head for the door.

“Good day, Isabelle.” It is kind of appalling for me to see Mrs. Bloomberg behind the door holding up a tray with pancakes on it. Mrs. Bloomberg—a woman in her fifties—is my neighbour across our apartment who, by rumours, I learn that she is living alone for almost five years already.

I widen the door opening upon recognizing her face. “Hey, Mrs. Bloomberg, what can I do for you?” I ask flashing her a bright smile. Continue reading

Semana Santa 2016

So today marks my last day of (short) vacation along with the Holy Week. It was actually fun… all the activities we did for the past five days. We’ve done our family tradition: Pakaridad, Pabasa, and Pakain (I don’t know how it’s called!) that was a major success! Yup, it’s a success because I was the one reading/singing from night to dawn during our Pabasa. My cousins and aunts tricked me into it saying that everyone will not go to sleep but lo and behold there was only me, Kuya Justine, Thea, and my aunt—Tita Lissa. So, I stayed up from 7:30PM until 6AM.

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