pictures, and pictures of my prized possessions! before i get back into writing or doing homework for my violin lesson for tomorrow.

my "baul" of books. lying on the floor are newly brought ones from last week's book sale. as you can see, i have no more space to put my new stuff. sob.

my not-yet-used polaroid! i'm still hoping and praying they start manufacturing the films again so i could use this one day. pleaaaaseee Polaroid, pleeaaaaaaaaaaaseeee bring those films back!

my violin, Lestat (thank you Eltz!!!) the first violin i had was named Stefan. both of which are names from Anne Rice's works.


and my room!=]



i miss bum days like these.>:D

for the few days ahead.




au revoir!:)

so this.. this is what you call being at the right place, at the right time. aka a lucky shot.

and then some..

kids are fun to capture, they don't care if they look silly or carefree so long as they're having fun.:)

Incorporating the word phones into a poem..

[8:53am]

i'm starting to think,

that phones are lifelines

mapped under our feet,

and over concrete electric posts.

like a web sprawling

ceaselessly,

for another end to hold itself onto.

and this pattern of numbers,
of 8s, 2s and 3s
paves the difficult route
to a familiar voice
a laugh,
miles away yet close enough
to reverberate echoes at 2am,
of the Hows, Whys, and What Ifs.

there'll always be things we wonder about at the dead of the night.

***

side note: the 8s 2s and 3s were part of our house's old phone number. i decided to use it here cause it just fits the poem perfectly like an old pair of cherished gloves. writing's amusing that way.:)

i've been trying my hands on photography for a little while now. i think it's important for a writer (or a frustrated writer) to know a thing or two about photography.. all because there are times where words do not suffice to describe a moment or fully capture its essence, like a picture can.

and yes i know, i need a lot more practice before i get the hang of it. but until then, wait and enjoy!

"It’s not so much that we’re afraid of change or so in love with the old ways, but it’s that place in between that we fear. It’s like being between trapezes. It’s Linus when his blanket is in the dryer. There’s nothing to hold on to." ~Marilyn Ferguson