coffee break

my blog needs a revamp. really. i’m growing tired of how it looks. even the layout, although it’s simple and clean as i like it. so i’m undertaking this project of redesigning this blog.

for one, i’ve dealt with all the technicalities of it, blog engine update, bandwidth, bandwidth stealing, security, openid, etc. well that’s what i do for a living so this blog must be a shinning beacon of enterprise driven architecture. never mind that this engine is written in php. now that i’ve taken care of all the techy stuff, it’s content. i promise, like my previous ‘new year resolutions’, to blog at least once a week.

so i leave you with this for the mean time…

it’s a shot taken by marius at the legaspi market in makati. he’s one of the couch surfers i hosted during the summer months.

download hi-res image here.

boo! 5.48 in the morning and i’m still up. to my argument, it’s 6.48pm est…

spring cleaning my 3 backup drives and found this. i like my hair this way. though i really, really love my hair color now, thanks to my hair stylist who successfully coerced me to dye my hair again.  good thing i’m scheduled to be out of the country for 3 months; no instant styling visits. i need to grow my hair long. i’m planning something really drastic but you just need to wait till you see it. well i guess about a year, if i can still manage to wait that long.

this was my hair my first year at my current company. i think we were having a meeting. notice our “whiteboard?” it’s glass over a white panel. chic and environmental friendly. hair is quite short with my signature left part. most of the time i like my hair. i only have 1 hair stylist that i visit and she has been doing my hair for the last 6 years. the very first stylist i have is andrew at franc provost along jupiter st, i was then living down south (read as alabang-south) and have to travel all the way to makati every month to have my hair done. that’s how attached i am to my stylist. when my current stylist left basement salon at shangrila and transferred to rockwell, i transferred salon too. like those whitening ad, only 1 stylist touches my hair.

rarely, twice so far, do i don’t like my hair. and when it happens…

i shave it all off. no questions asked. hair. gone. decisions doesn’t come difficult to me. if i don’t like it, i wouldn’t give it a second thought. some of my hair evolution.

listening to:
Quiet Songs – Aisha Duo : Despertar

it’s chilly. the colors of autumn is as beautiful as ever. rush hour traffic seemed bearable.

and then this project pulled me back to reality that all that shines is not gold. i have put myself to a year and a half worth of pain and suffering. missed birthdays. missed weddings. and no holidays. i love my job. i love my job. i love my job…

after eons of shooting my camera and having my picture taken, i have finally sat down and put it into albums. i have stacks and stacks of pictures, around 300+ and really nice albums i bought at bergdorf. they’re silk, satin, suede and velvet covered album in rich jewel and earth tones. one is gilded in gold threads, the suede one in victorian, fleur de lys prints. the pictures are actually from 4 years of travelling. i don’t have any intentions of seeing them in print but i got a coupon from snapfish, 400 prints plus a calendar for free. all i need to pay is the shipping. both gathering dust for more than a year.

stacked in the corner of my room, along with my many unread books, they were begging me to attend to them. i finally picked it up, scatter everything on my bed and quickly sort it. it took a while; i was conflicted on how to sort it. is it per city? per country?  the year i travelled? subjects? since i only have 5 albums, i’m limited to a select few. i settled with us, architecture, flora and fauna, euro and down under and a separate album for portraits, mine and that i took.

i have another album, made from oak  (yes, the wood) and brown leaves/pages. that one i bought at istanbul. i still have to fill up the pages. i need to sit down and do all these things. then again, work tends to creep up.