Life is just one of those things

A picture paints a thousand words.
So I photoblog. =P (and the image quality is not so degraded here. waha..)

Below are Van Bax snapshots.
He goes out more often than I do so he gets more photo ops. Lucky dude!!
I encourage him to shoot although it’s not really something he’s crazy about.

What I like about photography is its simple way of opening your eyes to the world around you. There’s so much to take in, I know, but by the end of the day would you rather have seen something than nothing at all?

Quote quote quote:
“If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly in those moments.”

(edited by me)

He took this photo coz he knew I’d love it. I love pics of strangers. Oops, no model release. =//

Looove the backlighting here. (Peewee our man!)

He will cross the ocean for her.

Oh, he already did. =P

The lil Mondragon boys

Love this shot coz it’s different. See how all those peeps are shooting in the front? Shooting from the back is not so bad.. =)

I dunno if you can see but there’s a castle up on that rocky mountain.

He’s taken quite alotta pics of girls. Go figure. XD This is the only one I liked.

Epidavros Theater

Blue sky, blue sea..*sigh*

And another day ended.

Lastly, our lil collab: =)

Retro Party Photoblog

The groovy peeps in retro costumes..

In Action

The DJ?!

Retro Jessy

Jess and Ry.. friendship =P

Van and I

Couldn’t resist taking pics of groovy feet.. haha

Debutante and Escort

view of Athens from the hotel

There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it." -Chinese Proverb

"While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about."

"There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where the colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again." ~ Elizabeth Lawrence.

Happiness is

Something we create in our minds,
It’s not something you search for and seldom find-
It’s waking up and beginning the day
By counting our blessings and kneeling to pray-
It’s giving up thoughts that breed discontent
And accepting what comes as a "gift heaven sent"-
It’s giving up wishing for things we have not
and making the best of whatever we’ve got.

Author Unknown

Warning: The following passage may sound quite mushy or too romantically old-fashioned for your taste.
But I forge ahead. =)

Below is said to be one of the loveliest summations of what love is written by Arthur Gordon:   

“Love… is a shining thing, like a golden fire or a silver mist. It comes very quietly; you can’t command it, but you can’t deny it either. When it does come, you can’t quite see it or touch it, but you feel it –inside of you and around you and the person you love. It changes you; it changes everything. Colors are brighter. Music is sweeter. Funny things are funnier. Ordinary speech won’t do – you grope for better ways to express how you feel. You read poetry. Maybe you even try to write it… Oh, it’s so many little things. Waltzing in the dark, waiting for the phone to ring, opening the box of flowers. It’s holding hands in a movie; it’s humming a sad little tune; it’s walking in the rain; it’s riding in a convertible with the wind in your hair. It’s quarreling and making up again. It’s the first drowsy thought in the morning and that last kiss at night."

After musing on this bit, I realized I like the idea that love is "so many little things," the little things that are so ordinary, so mundane, and so routine that oftentimes we choose to take them for granted.
When we learn that love can be special, even extraordinary in the simplest, most ordinary of ways, we find that everyday gives away lovely, to-be-treasured memories wrapped up like gifts for us to open and enjoy.

It’s so many little things..
it’s having a silly conversation.. 
or being immersed in deep discourse..
being inspired to strum a melody..
it’s laughing endlessly..
it’s squabbling over the same ol’ things..
it’s getting the everyday hugs and the habitual late night calls..
it’s listening to soft jazz tunes..
it’s reading between the lines..
it’s saying sorry and meaning it..
it’s forgiving ceaselessly..
it’s dreaming with reckless abandon..
it’s driving home under the star-stewn heavens..

-Lucidreamer

(digital polaroid by me)

Here are some photos I’ve taken recently.

Posted them here for better view.

Enjoy. ^_^

‘Summer Sweetness’

Blooming everywhere, these beauties basked in the sun, beaming in delight, elated about life. =)

My First Nature Mosaic

Of barks. grass. And leaves. Love the details and texture. =)

‘Silent Solitude’

I was drawn to its simplicity and how withered and frail it looked yet still beautiful in its own way - as it lay in silent solitude.

This one’s a pretty classic riddle but I’ve only stumbled upon it recently.
Thought I’d share it with you guys. ^_^

Why did the chicken cross the road?

KINDERGARTEN TEACHER: To get to the other side.  

PLATO: For the greater good.

ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross roads.

KARL MARX: It was a historical inevitability.

TIMOTHY LEARY: Because that’s the only trip the establishment would let it take.

SADDAM HUSSEIN: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.

RONALD REAGAN: I forget.

CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.

HIPPOCRATES: Because of an excess of phlegm in its pancreas.

ANDERSEN CONSULTING: Deregulation of the chicken’s side of the road was threatening its dominant market position. The chicken was faced with significant challenges to create and develop the competencies required for the newly competitive market. Andersen Consulting ,in a partnering relationship with the client, helped the chicken by rethinking its physical distribution strategy and implementation processes. Using the Poultry Integration Model (PIM), Andersen helped the chicken use its skills, methodologies, knowledge, capital and experiences to align the chicken’s people, processes and technology in support of its overall strategy within a Program Management framework. Andersen Consulting convened a diverse cross-spectrum of road analysts and best chickens along with Anderson consultants with deep skills in the transportation industry to engage in a two-day itinerary of meetings in order to leverage their personal knowledge capital, both tacit and explicit, and to enable them to synergize with each other in order to achieve the implicit goals of delivering and successfully architecting and implementing an enterprise-wide value framework across the continuum of poultry cross-median processes. The meeting was held in a park-like setting enabling and creating an impactful environment which was strategically based, industry-focused, and built upon a consistent, clear, and unified market message and aligned with the chicken’s mission, vision, and core values. This was conducive towards the creation of a total business integration solution. Andersen Consulting helped the chicken change to become more successful.

LOUIS FARRAKHAN: The road, you see, represents the black man. The chicken `crossed’ the black man in order to trample him and keep him down.

MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.: I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.

MOSES: And God came down from the Heavens, and He said unto the chicken, “Thou shalt cross the road.” And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.

FOX MULDER: You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross the road before you believe it?

RICHARD M. NIXON: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did NOT cross the road.

MACHIAVELLI: The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.

JERRY SEINFELD: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn’t anyone ever think to ask, What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place, anyway?

FREUD: The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.

BILL GATES: Our soon-to-be-released Chicken ‘98 will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook.

OLIVER STONE: The question is not, “Why did the chicken cross the road?” Rather, it is, “Who was crossing the road at the sametime, whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?”

DARWIN: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to cross roads.

EINSTEIN: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

BUDDHA: Asking this question denies your own chicken nature.

RALPH WALDO EMERSON: The chicken did not cross the road… it transcended it.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die. In the rain.

MICHAEL SCHUMACHER: It was an instinctive maneuver, the chicken obviously didn’t see the road until he had already started to cross.

COLONEL SANDERS (Famed for Kentucky Fried Chicken): I missed one?

PHYSICIST: Because the chicken’s momentum had a positive component towards the other side of the road.

QUANTUM PHYSICIST: Because you measured its momentum too precisely.

MATHEMATICIAN: Because of the intermediate values theorem.

ALGEBRAIC GEOMETRIST: Well, consider a faithfully flat etale coherent sheaf…

C PROGRAMMER: cross_road() was called from get_other_side()

C++ PROGRAMMER: chicken->CrossRoad() was called from chicken->GetOtherSide()

RMS: The licenses for most roads are designed to take away your chicken’s freedom to cross it. By contrast, the GALLUS Road Public Licence…

GARY LARSON: “THE OTHER SIDE - Why do you need a reason?”

ENS STUDENT: Contretest.

OMAR KHAYYÁM:
I sent my Chicken across the Road,
Some Letter of that Other-side to download:
   And by and by my Chicken return’d to me,
And answer’d “I Myself am Princess and Toad:”

MARKETING DIVISION OF MICROSOFT CORPORATION: Where does your chicken want to go today?

MARVIN: The other side is just as dull as this one. Don’t talk to me about chickens.

ARTHUR DENT: Why did the chicken cross the road? 42? No, that doesn’t make sense.

GOETHE: Es irrt das Huhn, solang es die Straße übergeht.

HARI SELDON: It’s part of the Plan.

HAMLET:
To cross, or not to cross, that is the question: -
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind, to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous side;
Or to take arms against a road of troubles,
And by crossing end them?

THERMODYNAMIST: Because the pressure of chickens was greater on this side of the road, and the chicken’s crossing made the entropy greater.