Indigestion

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Bottled Paper Cranes | (c) Aliya Agbon | Canon 550D

Not in the literal way, but I’m hoping that through this blog I’ll be able to digest (sort of) some of the things that I learned the past few weeks. I was part of a workshop – one that allowed me to meet beautiful souls and help me understand/appreciate/love/accept ME. The workshop had three tracks and every single one required all of us (participants) to dig deeper into ourselves and the world around us.

I sound like I’m writing metaphors and I’d love to be more specific about these things but since I’m still trying to absorb everything, I figured it’s best if I  share this photo of the bottled paper cranes I made last month. For now at least. In case you’re wondering, the size of the paper is 1.5″ x 1.5″ and that tells you so much about how committed I am when it comes to folding tiny pieces of paper.

So why am I posting this photo today (9/11/16)?

I just feel like there’s so much going on in the world. When our workshop ended, I was a bit fidgety because that meant going back to the “real world” where I’ll be once again exposed to people who were not part of the workshop. It doesn’t mean they should be avoided, no. I was just being my usual anxious, fearful self and the question “omg what if I forget about the things I learned?” lingered. Writing all these thoughts in a journal helped a lot, because that meant getting over the urge to post it online. Yay!

I guess I’m posting this because it kind of symbolizes what’s in my head at the moment, and I’m slowly starting to see this picture from a different perspective. When I took this photo, my only goal was to upload it on Eco Choices’ Facebook page so people will know that we have this product but now, I’m seeing stories, colors, and relationships.

“Wow, deep pare”

Well, that’s exactly what it is. DEEP. Time for you to join me in my journey towards digesting all these thoughts and feelings, eh?

Anyway, going back: paper cranes symbolize peace and good fortune and in all honesty, I believe that the world needs a lot of that today. These days, there’s so much misinformation going on,  people are bashing other people, and it’s just starting to become toxic. I want to break the stream of hatred on my Facebook feed by posting these colorful paper cranes.

The bottles, if I were to interpret them, are the walls that we place around ourselves so no one can hurt us. Unfortunately, and this is something that was said to me by a beautiful wise woman, keeping pain out is also keeping love out. When you avoid the bad things, you avoid the good things and that’s a sad way to live.

You can also look at these bottled paper crane necklaces (chain not included in the picture, sorry) as constant reminders that no matter where you go and no matter how bad the situation is, there’s still kindness in the world. Love (not necessarily the romantic kind) still exists, you just need to change those glasses or shift to a different perspective. It’s all about perspective. It’s all about changing those conversations inside your head and allowing yourself to experience the world for what it really is.

Nope, this is not an attempt to market the bottled paper cranes (I’d post this blog in a different tone if that were the case). It just happened that these crafts represent what my current thoughts and feelings are. Pure coincidence.

All for now, I guess. Have a rainy/sunny Sunday!

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Breta

As I type this, I’m literally feeling a huge lump in my throat and a void in my chest. It sounds so dramatic and I planned on NOT writing about this here for fear of being judged but ugh, who cares? This is how I process things so I really need to write.

I just returned Breta to her owner and I’m not supposed to feel anything since she’s not my dog in the first place but here I am, writing a blog about a 3 y/o beagle who spent the past seven days with us.

Seven beautiful days. It feels like a dream.

Perhaps going back to day one will help me understand where this weird feeling of emptiness is coming from. People say we need to forget the past in order to move on but for me, I believe that we need to understand the past so we are better prepared for whatever it is that’s on our way. I’d rather acknowledge and understand than forget.

It all started two weeks ago when I received a text from Marina. She was asking if they can bring their beagle, Breta to our house. They learned about Marley’s good genes and they were wondering if the two beagles can mate. I thought of it as an answered prayer since I’ve been wanting to find a partner for Marley so I said yes. A couple of days later, Marley and I finally met Marina and Breta. After a short conversation with Marina, I was left with two beagles: a shy Breta on my left and a giddy Marley on my right.

I remember feeling a bit annoyed at first because I had so many things to do. There were articles that had to be written, crafts that needed to be finished, plus some more errands but despite my annoyance, I found myself checking on Breta every now and then. Marley immediately attempted to do what he was supposed to do but Breta just wanted to sit down and familiarize herself with the new environment.

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Seeing double | Canon 550D

Knowing that I easily get attached to people, animals, events, whatever, I kept a safe distance from Breta. I’d feed her when needed, clean her wounds and play with her for a bit but I remained distant. As days passed however, Breta showed some similarities with Roxy. That’s when that familiar area in my chest started to hurt again.

Their barks sound the same. Plus, Breta also does the little things that Roxy used to do. She’d put both front paws on my knee whenever I approach her, or she’d put both her paws on Marley’s back as he walks around the house, and she’d stick her head inside the hole on our door to see if we’re cooking food. It was bittersweet. Think of it as… still trying to be friends with the dingbat who broke your heart. No matter how much you want to break the person’s neck, you need to take the high road, stay classy, and be civil. That sounded a bit morbid but yeah, having Breta around was like that. I didn’t want to break her neck though. I just didn’t want to be overwhelmed by all of the similarities I was seeing, but I had a job to do.

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I finally decided to take down my walls of defense. I began to appreciate Breta’s presence because having her around reminded me of how things were when Roxy was still with us. I went back to feeding and playing with two beagles. Mornings once again meant receiving greetings from two happy beagles, both wagging their tales. For a brief moment, it felt like Roxy was with us once again. Everything felt right once again.

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It was fun, but then this day came. I already knew the fantasy would end at some point, and as much as I want to keep it going, I’ll have to give in and press ‘STOP’. I kept checking on Breta last night, and she was extra cuddly. Her feet were sore from stalking me all morning and I felt bad. I guess that’s how dogs are when they know they’ll be leaving soon : they stalk you, and they stare at you for a long time, as if trying to memorize every single detail.

I was bawling my eyes out hours before Marina and the owner came by for Breta. Part of me didn’t want to let go but part of me also knew that it had to be done. I managed to squeeze in a few minutes with Breta before finally bringing her downstairs. I thanked her for being with us and for allowing us to relive what life was like when there were two beagles in our house, and for doing antics that made us laugh.

Roxy, if that was your doing, tuso ka talaga. I know you would have wanted to say goodbye properly but God had other plans. If that was your way of saying goodbye, of helping me deal with the pain of losing you, of telling me that you are in good hands and that you are no longer in pain, thank you. I felt your presence, and it was a joy having you around once again. In four days you would have been a whole year older and I will blog once again on that day. For now, I’ll have to deal with missing you every single day, reliving all of our happy memories, and looking forward to that time when I’ll get to hug you once again.

To Breta’s owners, thank you. My heart is filled to the brim. Until we meet again.

Morning Routine

These days, I spend the first two hours of each morning at the garden. My mom once told me that everything looks so serene at 5:00 in the morning and after finally having the strength to wake up that early, I had to agree.

Our garden is usually a blend of colors but at 5:00 in the morning, everything looks like it’s desaturated and under a blue filter with an opacity of approximately 25%. It’s not the depressing kind of blue. Rather, it’s the kind of blue that makes you want to sit back and enjoy your cup of hot tea and patiently wait for the sun to show up.

I recently took on the responsibility of looking after my mom’s Echeveria collection and I’ve been trying to apply the things I learned from various articles online. I wasn’t born with a green thumb, but taking on this project is such a huge responsibility so I try to lessen the casualties as much as possible. I make it a point to water them once a week, give them enough sun, and make sure they are healthy. The Echeverias are looking fine, so far. As a matter of fact, I noticed some mini Echeverias this morning:

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Pups also started to appear in some of our cacti. It takes so much time and effort to nurture these plants that’s why my mom and I were thrilled when we saw the teeny tiny versions of our cacti and succulents.

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Yellow Mandala | Canon 550D
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Grafted Gymnocalycium mihanovichii | Canon 550D

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I usually spend the whole two hours at what I call the “propagation station” and monitor the progress of the herb cuttings and some of the succulents. Majority of the first batch of herb cuttings I planted during my grandfather’s birthday died so I tried use a different technique in propagating the second batch of cuttings.

It’s a nice break from all the articles I’ve been writing and crafts I’ve been doing. I have to admit though, there are days when I feel extra impatient. I understand that it takes some time for the plants to grow, but sometimes I can’t help but feel like it’s taking forever to see any progress. There are days, however, when I’m rewarded with blooms from our plants. I must say, seeing their beauty makes the whole waiting period worth it.

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The last picture is actually a Spearmint. I removed the flowers after taking the picture because according to some articles, the leaves begin to taste bitter once the flowers appear.

 

It’ll take a few more weeks for the pups and herb cuttings to grow into healthier and well, much older versions of themselves. Until then, we’ll have to continue our morning routine and take good care of every single one of these plants.

How about you? What’s your morning routine?

5 PM

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5 PM | IMAC

“It’s five in the afternoon

Your eyes are the size of the moon

You could ‘coz you can so you do

We’re feeling so good

Just the way that we do

When it’s five in the afternoon”

–Panic at the Disco

(Disclaimer: I know the lyrics says “nine in the afternoon”)

That song’s been playing in my head since five in the afternoon, ergo the title for this post. I’m not sure if this counts as a Project 366 photo but I’m uploading it anyway because well, at the end of the day it’s still a picture that I captured… today. Can you believe it’s already this dark at 5 PM?

I’m still juggling an awfully long list of things to do (and things not to do). I’m slowly easing back into the groove of things, which is great.

How’s your week so far?

 

The Sunday Currently | 05

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“I’m glad to see that you’re finally creating plans for yourself”, he said. I have to agree, it’s been a while since I wrote down tasks and future plans on my mini calendar. I guess that’s what happens when you’re with someone who inspires you. Ack, cheesy but yeah… it’s been a while since I wrote cheesy blog entries too.

Reading

Articles and emails.

Writing
The Sunday Currently vol. 5 + plans :3

Listening
To the rhythm of the falling rain.

Thinking
Possibilities.

Smelling
That rich fragrant smell of shampoo.

Wishing
My back would stop hurting.

Hoping
For more steady rain in the days to come.

Wearing
A floral top and my favorite shorts.

Loving
The weather.

Wanting
A cup of warm green tea.

Needing
An extra pair of hands. Or a button that will automatically delete all of the negatrons in my Facebook feed.

Feeling
Inspired ❤

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Eco Choices: Product Shoot

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Two hands, countless crafts, endless possibilities. | Canon 1000D

I spent the entire morning crouching over our wooden table to take pictures of Eco Choices‘ water hyacinth crafts. While it’s always difficult to wake up early on a weekend, I had to fight the temptation to go back to bed because during the Visual Merchandising Workshop, Mr. Rey Soliven mentioned that the best time to do a product shoot is between 9:00 – 11:00 in the morning via natural light. I found a wooden table by the window and after preparing everything, I started to shoot.

I had to measure every single product, after placing it carefully on the table. I wanted to photos to be bright, sharp, and clean not because they will be used for our website, but because the products are equivalent to sleepless nights, expensive workshop fees, revised design concepts, body pains, and hours that I will never get back. I only noticed that I’ve been working for hours when my back started to hurt. I looked at the products and I couldn’t believe I made those. Two hands. Countless water hyacinth crafts.

I’m not writing this so I can brag about what I can do. I’m writing this because I want to give you a glimpse of what happens behind the scenes. There are stories behind each output, and the effort put into each and every single one of them is exceptional. It’s not secret that the products are not perfect and that’s okay because at the end of the day, it’s their imperfections that make them beautiful.

 

 

Blank Face

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Blank Face | Canon 550D

“I got a blank face baby… and I’ll write your name”

 

Someone dropped by the store today to give me this mask. Turns out I’m invited to participate in an exhibit and I’ll be using this blank face as my canvas. The best part is, I have the freedom to do whatever I want with the mask! I’ll be posting the final output so stay tuned! 🙂

Raindrops

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I took a break from work and stepped outside when I noticed that it started to rain. I wanted to take macro shots with my Olympus C-5060 and capture the glossy finish of the raindrops but since I wasn’t getting the photos that I want, I switched to my trusty Canon 550D. It was cold outside, obviously, but I didn’t mind because I was busy taking pictures of the raindrops.

IMG_1641I like how raindrops sit on top of leaves or flower petals. It’s like there’s a universe with teeny tiny people inside every single one of them. I tried so hard not to touch the leaves while shooting so they won’t fall off. “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” was playing in my head the whole time.

IMG_1663It took me a while to find the perfect combination of ISO, aperture, and shutter speed to capture this. I was also doing the Asian squat the whole time and it was quite a struggle. I love the photo nonetheless.

IMG_1680Someone played in the rain this afternoon. I wanted to scold him, but then he flashed me those big brown eyes and my heart melted. It’s unfair, really. I have his meds ready just in case he ends up with fever tomorrow.

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The raindrops made pleasant sounds as they hit our roof. I stood there for a while, listened, and tried to tune the world out. I then found peace in the rhythm of the falling rain and the scent of wet garden soil.

IMG_1710I went back to work after taking this picture. It was a short break, but it was enough to make me feel energized. I hope I get to take more pictures tomorrow, with or without rain.

Days Like This

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There’ll be days like this, my momma said – Point B, Sarah Kay | Olympus C-5060 | 2016

Fact: not all days are awesome. Some days are better than others, some worse, and some days you break your favorite glasses. Yes, the one that makes you look like a librarian (even if you really are a librarian, minus the glasses).