The only people for me are the mad ones.

Another art print project. 

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

For what its worth

I found this in Tumblr. I hope someday a time will come my Impatient Girl will come across these words too. It's so inspiring to think about. Maybe I'll make an art print of it to hang on our wall to remind us about living life with no regrets.

Happy Birthday Mae!

I did a photoshoot of Mae last 2010 while I was pregnant but I never got to finish editing until last week. Now, I realized it's her birthday today. Hope she likes this video and I wish her a happy day specially today. =)

The Passionate Pilgrim, I.

 “When my love swears that she is made of truth”

WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth,               

I do believe her, though I know she lies,                  

That she might think me some untutor’d youth,                   

Unskilful in the world’s false forgeries.                   

Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,         5         

Although I know my years be past the best,            

I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue,               

Outfacing faults in love with love’s ill rest.              

But wherefore says my love that she is young?                    

And wherefore say not I that I am old?                     10       

O! love’s best habit is a soothing tongue,                 

And age, in love, loves not to have years told.                     

 Therefore I ’ll lie with love, and love with me,                   

 Since that our faults in love thus smother’d be.   

I love Shakespeare's sonnets. This one reminds me of how much a young person would always try to convince themselves of the only truth they would ever believe in. That the woman he loves feels the same way despite of all the lies that she could be made of. 

Ah, to love with a fire of a thousand suns.     

Not too young for tutu!

On a lighter note, my Impatient Girl does love her tutu :) I made it a year ago and it was too big for her to wear then. (Don't worry, it's a no-sew skirt :)) But now, she would put up a fight to get it off of her! Why oh why did I make these with glittered tulle?!

in the Capital

This is one of the first few photographs I've took since we moved in this city from Dubai. It is beautiful in it's own way as it is also the largest Emirate in the UAE and it is the Capital. The mix of culture can still be a bit of shock for some but you can tell how the local government are trying so hard to preserve their roots. It is nowhere near the boldness of Dubai. It is not as flaunting. Yes, you can say it is the modest city I've ever been into considering all the richness it has. It is a good thing. It is an admirable thing. We have been so blessed being here and with the opportunities that have been given to us here, all I can say is that it is more than enough when I think about all those who have none. It has been 3 years, but out in the streets it still doesn't feel home. It is only home when Pao comes home from work. It is only home when my Impatient Girl wakes me up in the morning to play. It is only home when the three of us are together. I know we should lay down roots to wherever we are as it is what God has laid in front of us. He does have a purpose for us being here even if sometimes it seems unclear. So we keep trying. Laying down roots. But for now, home is still where my heart is.

the strength to start over

 For what it's worth: it's never too late or, 

in my case, too early to be 

whoever you want to be. 

There's no time limit, 

stop whenever you want. 

You can change or stay the same, 

there are no rules to this thing. 

We can make it the best or the worst of it.

 I hope you can make the best of it. 

And I hope you see things that startle you. 

I hope you feel things you never felt before.

 I hope you meet people with a different point of view. 

I hope you live a life you're proud of. 

If you find that you're not, 

I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

- F. Scott Fitzgerald