snapshots of a day

I made myself clean up the mess that usually creeps in whenever I'm in the middle of a work.project. I really look forward to the days when the rest of my life will not have to take a pause every time there is work. Work should not be eating up my days like langoliers. In any case, I realize that I really love the colors of my home.

The sky was interesting again today, with great gray rainclouds threatening the sunny clouds. By late afternoon it had begun to rain.

My attempts at practicing watercolor. So that's an hour less from the 10,000 required for mastery.

looks like rain

The sky caught my attention on this late Saturday afternoon as I doggedly prepared for a full-day work session tomorrow.

Yes I owe you stories from the beach but let me sort through more than a couple hundred of photos. Oh, and I need to also get some urgent work done until mid next week.

under the weather

Been on sick mode all day : migraine, nausea because of migraine, threatening fever, aching muscles, and an overall exhausted feeling. Been sleeping 5 hours or less for the past week. Been really hard at work. And my sister was right, we never really gave ourselves a pause since the beginning of the year when we were juggling work projects, practicing for the kendo exam, and also pursuing our creative projects.

So maybe it has all finally caught up and now I am being forced to take a full day off from all the "shoulds" and "musts".

The weather perfectly reflected how I have been feeling all day. Took these photos mid-afternoon- around 3:30pm.

After hovering this way for a good part of the afternoon, rain finally fell in torrents.

bruised and being in some kind of weird but happy mood

Wednesday, fresh from practice 

Saturday, bruise still visible and the rest of it has also come out like a map of tender pain

I'm the 90's mood tonight. Playing a long list of my favorite 90's alternative music.

Kendo was exhausting although we only had an hour of practice (the first hour was spent with demonstrations and a lecture). I have been feeling like I'm coming down with something but I'm doing my best to ignore it.

My glass paints arrived today and I can't wait to use them on the empty glass bottles I have been hoarding for the past month. (Do you know I sometimes pick my extra virgin olive oil based on how nice the bottle is for repurposing later on? heehee) But there's a bit of work to be done for a project with a rather tight schedule so the glass bottles and the glass paints will have to wait a while. *sniff*

I am in that lovely stage of not being in love because it lets me be in love with life itself. I like feeling the whole potential of so many things all at the same time. I am in one huge endless fairy tale where the witches are actually wise women and the princesses look out at me from their towers wishing they could run and jump as freely I could. I, with my rough feet and bruised knees and chore-callused hands, pass by white-horsed handsome princes without a second glance. Instead, I run across the fields of gold, and I throw myself nto the glittering sky.

What do stars do? (quoted from Stardust, movie adaptation of a graphic novel by Neil Gaiman)

a day in hipstamatic

Wednesday, 9th of November

Weather forecast says there's going to be rain for the next few days.

My mom came to visit and brought me home-cooked lunch. Thanks Mom!

Been working all day on a project due on Friday. Will most likely stay up all night.

Went for a swim in the late afternoon to refresh my brain. There are christmas flowers already!

My sis and myself after swimming

Post-swim snack : spanish bread, egg pie, and coffee
(Then it was back to more work)

Another break : reviewed some old journals for the new journal inspiration.

My sis playing with Mogget

Mogget the monorail cat, right on top of my flat TV

Cups of coffee sustain me through the long work day (and night)

sunshine and blue sky

I stumbled upon this small painting I made on the page of a journal years ago. I can no longer remember what inspired me to do this, but that moment was also the time in my life when I started to emerge from a phase of slow dreaming through a dark tunnel. It was like a waking from a sleepwalk of long journeys, where every thing was a dream and every dream was a wish fulfillment that vanished and melted onto the next strange story.