The Art of Letting Go

21 Dec

Being rejected by someone you love was really painful; But we have to let them go to see if they’ll turn back to you and if they won’t, then that’s the time to shut the door and wait for another one to open.

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Hot Pot Treat

1 Mar

Our dear friend Cesar just celebrated his 31st birthday and treated us over a nice simple, hotpot dinner last night at our fave spot by the creek side at the Rolex Towers..anyway it’s nice for us to be reunited again with Cris+Maku, plus an unusual Harvey presence! :)

Us completely reunited…

Happy Birthday Ces!!

Product Test#1

26 Feb

Using this Canon 24-70mm lens which I borrowed for the weekend from my photo-geek friend Jayare, I took these shots on natural lighting over our living room white table; though I’m still daunted with my settings, at least I started out on something for my portfolio.

Weekend at Yas

20 Feb

Last long weekend, my friends Shella, Zhol and I decided to checked-in at Park Inn Hotel, one of the hotels at Yas Island, Abudhabi. And so we went there to chill (I especially enjoyed sleeping), eat buffet, and had our relaxing massage….only bad thing was Shella’s masseur put to much pressure on her back enough it ached until today! tsk tsk

Nicely colorful-themed hotel suiteShella posing for our nice, colorful-themed hotel suite.

Kuya Zhol avoiding the camera…

View from our balcony.

damn Blackberry usage….

Night time at the Radisson Blu.

Us girls chilling inside the gazebo at the pool side area.

Kuya Zhol not feeling well as of the moment.

19dhs -Ice Tea and 10dhs- Coke pricey hotel Drinks..I didn’t realized that Hotels were suppose to charge 10% tax + 6%tourism fee on everything. nice!

blurry shot outside…

 




‘Macaron’ Night-Craveness

17 Feb

I was really doomed for craving this whole day just to taste one of these colorful macarons, so I suggested my friend Tin to had our supposedly ‘Valentine’ dinner at the Dubai Mall instead to check out where to buy these lovely treats. Bought one 12-pc box at Delice shop which costs me 29dhs only. Taste not bad after all, similar to those coconut macaroons…but only difference was its meringue bun-like cover.

After dinner dessert. Better to taste it over a cup of coffee…teary eyed here.

with my friend Tin.

And the Devil was right after all…

16 Feb

Been feeling very low this week, wanting to watch something that ‘ll lighten up my mood and so I searched for some old movies inside my hard drive and decided to watch ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ once again. After all this was a perfect choice, not only because of my fond amusement with Anne Hathaway’s acting and with all the fashion world which I’m also kinda into, (but like what Miranda told Andy–Do you like Fashion??,,well it depends on the style) I was never really fashionable in a good sense. It was a bit of a wake-up call for me, especially relating myself so much with Andy’s character of whom an intelligent person struggles on getting the “wrong Job” but turned out that this job she had taken for granted from the start, became what she needed to help get her inner strong-self out.

I realized many things and it hits me once again, that I’d been a whiner for the past years not making any actions to improve myself even down to the simplest things which I didn’t took seriously. Sometimes when we become too confident about ourselves, we tend to overlook small things when combined was actually a big part of what hinder us from growing. I admit, right now I’m still on the process of being a responsible person, even far worst from a full grown women. This made sense, I was analyzing myself what went wrong with me for years; by simply putting on a nice set of clothes, waking up early for work, pampering myself–all these simple things summed up to not loving the whole me. A friend (whose also struggling by the way) kept on telling me to start with loving myself first and all the great things will follow.

There’s this part of the movie wherein Andy was so disappointed on how Miranda controlled one  situation hurting one of her most loyal Nigel, said to her face that she will never become the same person as her and the Devil replied that she, unconsciously already became her. She quoted: “well you already did it”…you actually chose this”. Frankly, this path never did came into my mind before, but as I whine more and more everyday, it did become my choice.

Another scene that hits me big-time goes like this:

Nigel: Andy, be serious. You are not trying. You are whining. What is it that you want me to say to you, huh? Do you want me to say, “Poor you. Miranda’s picking on you. Poor you. Poor Andy”? Hmm? Wake up, six. Shes just doing her job. Don’t you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of the century? Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta. And what they did, what they created was greater than art because you live your life in it. Well, not you, obviously, but some people. You think this is just a magazine, hmm? This is not just a magazine. This is a shining beacon of hope for… oh, I don’t know… lets say a young boy growing up in Rhode Island with six brothers pretending to go to soccer practice when he was really going to sewing class and reading Runway under the covers at night with a flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls. And whats worse, you don’t care. Because this place, where so many people would die to work you only deign to work. And you want to know why she doesn’t kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day. Wake up, sweetheart.

Wake-up call…need to start working my way up now before I lose myself again.


Strange Condition

15 Feb

I bet this could be the epitome of my most saddest of sad moments in life. First I was dumped (not literally dumped but it felt like being rejected for real) by this guy who’s current status was still in a relationship of which many already had thoughts that their end is about to near, and thus gave me this spark of hope of trying to intrude his heavy heart turned out to be the opposite of what I was wishing of. Second, this whole heart pain kinda added to my heavy burden of self-esteem which made me wonder what went wrong with my life? Is this just a part of my fate or I simply missed or bypassed those chances that I could have done something to improve my well-being on each and every turning point I had? Or is it with my family genes that I acquired these weak traits and instead of fighting, I got sucked into this sadness which made me more buried underground. These past few months, I had been battling with my inner turmoil, gone ups and more downs, ends up loosing my mind all over and over again. I contemplate everyday over this matter, I need to regain my energy to move on and start living the Life that I really want. But this would probably take time. The least I can do right now is help myself get out of this rabbit hole, run away from this trap and save myself from falling once again.