tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27922239904909409392024-03-06T10:29:42.955+08:00toilettereginaInahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-84267214000456238672019-10-29T17:15:00.000+08:002019-10-29T17:15:00.749+08:00I have a new son, and his name is Prosper Redding.
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<i>"Being different was its own kind of bravery.”</i></div>
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If you know me enough online, you’ll know that I have a lot of fictional characters that I claim as my children. Prosper Redding is now one of them.</div>
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<i>The Dreadful Tale of Prosper Redding</i> follows 12-year-old Prosper who has to deal with a demon living inside of him. Said demon - who goes by the name Alastor - holds a grudge against the Redding family because he was betrayed by Prosper’s ancestor over a contract that was not followed through. I make it sound like it was No Big Deal but the betrayal pretty much caused Alastor to lose all his magic and powers, so basically he went from this big bad wolf to some nobody who had to go in hiding.</div>
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So, okay, I get it. I mean I’ve never had supernatural powers or anything, but I can imagine how demeaning that must have been for Alastor and his superiority complex. Let’s just agree that a betrayal is a betrayal whether you’re a sly demon from another realm or otherwise.</div>
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Back to Prosper. He’s a precious bean who loves his parents and his twin sister Prue, no matter how much he is overshadowed by the latter’s achievements and popularity. What I gathered early on was that Prosper doesn’t think much of himself, and this mindset is further perpetuated by the bullying he has to deal with at school. This experience makes Prosper very empathetic towards others who are made fun of, and while he struggles to stand up for himself, he definitely doesn’t back down from defending others, especially when they’re family.</div>
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Not only does this book delve into bullying and how important it is to stand up for both yourself and the people you care for, it also explores themes of self-acceptance (it’s really, <i>really</i> okay to be different, kids), challenging gender stereotypes, and simply celebrating who you are, no matter how much other people might try and bring you down. These are such important lessons anyone of any age can benefit from, but I think it’s especially crucial to the book’s middle grade target audience.</div>
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A big highlight of <i>Prosper Redding</i> is for sure the dynamic between Prosper and Alastor. The relationship these two share is essentially parasitic in nature, but their banter is very much entertaining and it somehow gives Alastor more depth. It definitely reminded me a lot of the dynamic between Naruto Uzumaki and the Kyuubi, or perhaps the one between Eddie Brock and Venom. I loved all the quips these two threw at one another; they added a touches of humor throughout the story.</div>
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Another strength of this book is how atmospheric it felt. I don’t live in a place that has an autumn season, but reading <i>Prosper Redding</i> made me feel like I was surrounded by fall leaves and pumpkins - just in time for Halloween! That said, given the premise of this book, the story <i>does</i> feel a little creepy at times, but it’s mostly in its ambience if anything. (The grandmother at the beginning definitely freaked me out a bit, though.)</div>
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I felt like the bits set in school took me away a bit from the story, but on the other hand, I feel like it was also there to show another side to Prosper: the side that shows what he’s like around other people his age and generally what he’s like as a regular boy, regardless of the fact that there’s a demon inhibiting his body and mind. It was also during these sections do we get to see Alastor’s perspective on other facets of everyday humanity and how his more aggressive, get-what-I-want personality pushes Prosper to break out of his shell.</div>
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<i>Prosper Redding</i> doesn’t dilly-dally and gets the ball rolling right off the bat. As this book is a bit of an urban fantasy, it benefitted from not having much world-building, which in turn allowed it to dive straight into the plot after some minor introductions to Prosper and his life. I do think the plot could have been stronger with just a liiiittle more meat in its backstory, but as this is a duology, I’m assuming more details are provided in the second book (which I’m currently in the middle of as of writing this).</div>
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I’ve heard a lot of people recommend <i>Prosper Redding</i> as a ~*~fall~*~ and/or ~*~Halloweentime~*~ read, and honestly, I have to agree. As I mentioned, the book is very atmospheric, so I can imagine how the season/time of the year could totally add to someone’s reading experience and overall enjoyment of the story.</div>
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This is my first Alexandra Bracken book, and though I’m pretty much indifferent towards her writing style, I absolutely love how she develops the friendships between her characters. I'd definitely recommend this to fans of middle grade books that have a bit of darkness to them but aren’t too heavy on the fantasy aspect.</div>
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<br />Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-60752838850974684862018-05-31T23:24:00.000+08:002018-05-31T23:24:26.858+08:00Untitled II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello! Inspiration and motivation have been very fleeting these days, so when I was actually inspired to take pictures for the first time in 39487 years, I asked <a href="http://twitter.com/fruitpreserve" target="_blank">Jam</a> if she could drop by before her show for a few quick and simple portraits. Also, LOOK AT HER NEW HAIR. This is what self-care looks like.<br />
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Thanks for making time for me, Jam.Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-20582221189828154602017-10-01T22:40:00.000+08:002017-10-01T22:40:34.345+08:00Internet Friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Some old work that never saw the light of day until now because I kept putting it off because wHo KnOWS really. As evidenced by Lianne's hair, these were shot waaay back in 2016. The illustrations, by Diigii, were also done that same year. Sorry for the delay, guys, BUT THANKS FOR STILL BEING MY FRIENDS ANYWAY (?????)<br />
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Model: Lianne Fondevilla / <a href="http://www.loskatt.com/" target="_blank">loskatt</a></div>
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Illustrations: <a href="http://www.diigiidaguna.com/" target="_blank">Diigii Daguna</a></div>
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Special thanks to <a href="https://twitter.com/fruitpreserve" target="_blank">Jam Alas</a></div>
Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-35943068816606797292017-08-09T00:55:00.002+08:002017-10-02T20:21:47.417+08:00#TheReadingQuest (or: Ina Tries to Read More Books)What's this? Ina's making a blog post? About books, no less? TRULY IT IS THE YEAR OF OUR LORD<br />
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In any case, I found out about this reading challenge called The Reading Quest via my incessant Booktube-lurking. To be honest, I was never one for TBRs -- and readathons/reading challenges, no less -- but I was sold on this one in particular for its RPG elements. That alone pretty much got my stamp of approval.<br />
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It's interesting because it works like a sort of board game where players can move forward after every book read. In classic RPG fashion, it even has a set of character classes to choose from.<br />
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There's a bunch of rules that explain more on the mechanics and points system <a href="https://readatmidnight.com/2017/07/29/thereadingquest-sign-up/" target="_blank">here</a>. Participants who reach the highest EXP and HP at the end of the quest (it runs from August 13 to September 10) actually win a prize, which is cool.<br />
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Honestly though, I'm participating mostly to get through so many of my unread books than anything. I have an embarrassing amount of them, and yet, I continue to buy books anyway. Seriously, it needs to stop. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Knowing me though, will it really?)</span><br />
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I've pretty much penciled in the titles I'll be reading for each character class, and a lot of them are old books bought some years ago that I've left unread up to this day. I've been pretty horrible with my book buying lately <span style="font-size: x-small;">(then again, when am I not?)</span>, so I'm hoping that this reading challenge will really help me read more of my books.<br />
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The class I've chosen to start with is the Knight role:<br />
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• <b>The first book of a series: </b>The Goddess Test by Aimee Carter<br />
• <b>A book with a verb in its title: </b>The Search for WondLa by Tony DiTerlizzi<br />
• <b>A book with a weapon on its cover: </b>Heartless by Marissa Meyer<br />
• <b>A book with a red cover: </b>As Old as Time by Liz Braswell<br />
• <b>A book that has a tv/movie adaptation: </b>A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness<br />
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(Post to be updated as quest progresses.)<br />
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I AM EXCITED AND TERRIFIED. My TBR for the whole challenge is fairly ambitious -- at least for me -- so it's just a taaad risky, but hey, WHAT'S LIFE WITHOUT LIVING ON THE EDGE AMIRITE???<br />
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I highly doubt that I'll be able to complete the entire quest, but I really do hope that I don't just give up halfway <strike>like I do with the rest of my life <span style="font-size: x-small;">whoops</span></strike>. Ultimately, my goal is just to read more of my unread books. And maybe accomplish my 2017 reading goal of 50 books...<br />
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Thanks again to <a href="https://readatmidnight.com/" target="_blank">Read at Midnight</a> for hosting this challenge! GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE PARTICIPATING WOOHOO<br />
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EDIT 100217: I FAILED MISERABLY HAHAHA THE ENDInahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-50977896698664631492017-03-02T20:10:00.001+08:002017-03-02T20:10:54.224+08:00ootdon't @ me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Things that have changed since my <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2016/02/a-man-ate-seagull-and-then-he-died.html" target="_blank">last outfit post</a>:</b><br />
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<li>I turned <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2016/05/24-world-is-quiet-here.html" target="_blank">another year older</a></li>
<li>my family and I travelled to another continent (The Land Down Under)</li>
<li>I got to see another part of Asia (Indonesia)</li>
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Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-23791359873375736172017-01-08T21:25:00.000+08:002017-01-08T21:25:42.649+08:00Lonely Hearts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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First shoot of the year! Thank you to Alex for letting me photograph you as usual, and to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/janellagunda">Janelle</a> and Beau for being my (ghetto) ~*~lighting crew~*~ Dunno what I'd do without y'all!<br />
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2016 was weird. I may or may not make a recap on it. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(For my own sake, I prolly should.)</span> It was a curious feeling, losing all motivation and inspiration to shoot ANYTHING towards the end of the year. As much as I had wanted to continue shooting and attempt to pull off a proper one-shoot-per-month thing, I really couldn't bring myself to force it. I could hardly even bring myself to pick up my camera.<br />
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I don't know what my plans are -- photography-wise -- for this year. Do I try shooting once per month again? Or do I keep it casual and simple, like I did with <i>Lonely Hearts</i>? I don't know. Let's see where 2017 will take me.Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-68313553807179377052016-10-10T19:59:00.000+08:002016-10-10T19:59:02.286+08:002016 BTS Live Hwa Yang Yeon Hwa On Stage Epilogue In ManilaOr: The night I finally got to attend a Bangtan Sonyeondan concert.<br />
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<strike>A little over two weeks ago</strike> Some months ago <span style="font-size: x-small;">(this was drafted about two weeks after the concert)</span> was BTS in Manila. I've been able to sort my feelings a little more since then <span style="font-size: x-small;">(though admittedly, I'm totally REKT now thanks to <strike>Agust D's release yesterday</strike> BANGTAN'S RELEASE OF THEIR NEW ALBUM <i>WINGS</i> TODAY R.I.P ME)</span>, but I still thought I ought to record this, if only just to look back on the memory with fondness <span style="font-size: x-small;">(and tears)</span>. I didn't get to blog about EXO'luXion in Manila from January that I got to attend with friends, and I want to be able to preserve some of these particular memories on some kind of outlet.<br />
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In any case, I very nearly wasn't able to get tickets to BTS in Manila. On the day ticket sales went live, the SM Tickets website kept crashing, to the point where the site pretty much became inaccessible. By then, tickets had already sold out.<br />
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You can just imagine how upset I was, considering I had finally come to the conclusion -- after three years in K-pop -- that Bangtan is my bias group. There were a lot of tears. Lots and lots.<br />
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Fast forward to a few weeks before the concert, I find out my niece was going to watch, though I had already (bitterly) warned her that tickets were already sold out. To my surprise, she managed to get tickets, and so she advised me to just check the website one more time. Lo and behold, I find a new section had opened (some standing area that wasn't available upon initial ticket purchasing, so I assumed they had created the new section to accommodate more people) -- that, and one seat available in the section I had originally intended to buy from.<br />
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I didn't click and buy right away, for some reason. I think the scorn from being unable to buy the first time around had emotionally scarred me somewhat, so the prospect of going to the concert had lost some of its initial appeal. After a chat with Jam and some egging on from my mom, I bit the bullet, and all of a sudden, all the excitement came rushing back.<br />
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Come concert day, I was totally ready to lose my voice (and money... and panties). I didn't have anyone to go with as none of my friends were much fans of Bangtan, and seeing as they're my bias group, I went all out with tickets since I didn't have to conform to anyone else's budget. (Read: bye money.)<br />
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I ended up getting in line a little too early for my liking (compared to EXO'luXion, where there were hardly any lines because we went in a few minutes before the concert was to start), so being by my lonesome self was just a teeny bit awkward since almost everyone else in line were with friends -- or parents, for the younger ones.<br />
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Compared to the other concerts I had attended alone (<a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2013/02/stars-live-in-manila-2013.html">Stars</a> and <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2013/06/bap-live-on-earth-hong-kong-2013.html">B.A.P</a><span id="goog_361651712"></span><span id="goog_361651713"></span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a> in 2013), I'd say being in line for this one might have been a little higher on the awkward scale, probably because I had more time to myself whilst everyone else was in the company of friends. But anyway, I ended up making some small talk with this group of friends who were in front of me (and later ended up behind me because we were all confused with lining up), which was pleasant, because it's always nice finding people who share the same interests as you who share the same caliber of love for said interests.<br />
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Going in early had its perks though, as I was able to get an official light stick -- a.k.a. the one piece of official merchandise I really wanted. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(The next day, I later regretted not getting the tote bag that was there, but it was just so expensive.)</span> Once I finally got inside the actual concert arena, I was blown away by how CLOSE I was to the stage. My only other concert at this place was the EXO one in January, and I was rather far away from the stage, so you can just imagine how excited I was upon reaching my seat this time around.<br />
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Even simply waiting for the concert to begin was fun. They showed random BTS music videos, and as early as then the crowd was already singing along and cheering. The boys later brought this up later on and mentioned how excitable we were, which only prompted more screams from us lol.<br />
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Very early on in the concert was already the beginning of the feels (read: crying), because the boys performed some of my highly anticipated tracks, like <i>Butterfly</i> and <i>Love Is Not Over (Full Ver.) </i>and <i>Dead Leaves</i>. In fact, much of the concert consisted of a lot of the songs I was hoping for them to perform, which only cemented the repeated reassurances I told myself regarding not being able to attend (or even be aware of, for that matter) their first concert here back in 2014. At least this time around left for higher chances of BTS performing more songs that I really wanted to see live.<br />
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Getting to attend this concert by myself was really no big deal. It was SO much fun with SO many feels. <i>Dope</i> live was such a party, getting to see <i>Tomorrow</i>'s choreography up close was amazing, I got to hear Jungkook say "I'm a whale" in real life, and I was ultimately blessed by seeing Jimin's abs in the flesh. And let's not forget <i>BTS Cypher 3</i>, which was SUCH. AN. E X P E R I E N C E. I never knew what life and death was until <i>BTS Cypher 3</i> live.<br />
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And -- of course I'm going to mention this -- everyone was so <i>attractive</i> so up close. It was so surreal getting to see them in the flesh and just simply <i>experiencing</i> these songs with the boys and my fellow ARMYs. It was amazing, and made all that money spent on one ticket worth it HAHAHA GOODBYE MONEY I-----<br />
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In other news, Bangtan's latest album, <i>Wings</i>, just dropped today, as I mentioned earlier. Kindly play the entire album at my funeral, I'm dead already, y'all are invited, see y'all in hell.Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-83919112739387862842016-06-07T19:39:00.000+08:002016-06-07T19:39:58.851+08:00Beneath the Sheets<div style="text-align: center;">
Alternatively known as: Project Bedsheets. Or: Tintin and the <i>Sampayans.</i></div>
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All jokes aside, I do believe this marks my first time actually photographing <a href="https://www.instagram.com/tintinous/">Tintin</a> for a shoot. We had already collaborated <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/05/untitled.html">previously</a>, but this was the first time in which she was the one in front of my camera lens. Originally, I was going to photograph her for May, but I had to postpone to make way for other plans. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Photos from my actual shoot in May to be posted... someday.)</span> This was a relatively simple shoot, with it being just the two of us. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Then again most of my shoots are just me and my subject anyway.)</span> Tin supplied me with outfits to choose from (and also supplied most of our backdrops), and we shot at her place, because it was adequate and convenient.<br />
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I feel like my friendship with Tintin has come a long way, somehow. Sure, we've been in the same group of friends for over ten years now, but being in such a large group, the degree of closeness you share can differ from person to person. I'll admit to that. But I feel like, despite being incredibly intimidated by Tintin the first time I ever got to talk to her on Yahoo Messenger <span style="font-size: x-small;">(this is another story for another lifetime, but in any case, PETITION TO BRING BACK YM PLS???)</span>, I've become much more comfortable around her over the years.<br />
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A healthy dosage of <i>Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy XII </i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(holla at the OG Balthier)</span>, and Batman trash in between definitely helped establish our friendship, but I digress.<br />
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It's so easy to be misunderstood, and I feel like Tin is one of the people who understands this so well. So much can be lost in translation -- despite speaking the same language, even -- and while Tin and I may not see eye-to-eye <span style="font-size: x-small;">(read: she's hella cultured while I'm a rotting hobo)</span> all the time, I think it's good to have differing opinions sometimes. Seeing things from a different perspective can be incredibly eye-opening.<br />
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Thank you Tintin for being so game to shoot and for a pleasant morning spent together! You will always be the Fran to my Balthier, even if I only ever got as far as the Rogue Tomato mission in <i>Final Fantasy XII.</i>Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-83015316293911199552016-05-24T17:38:00.000+08:002016-05-24T17:38:00.315+08:0024: The World Is Quiet HereI turned 24 years old yesterday, and it felt like any other day of the week. (It didn't help that my birthday fell on a Monday.) Maybe because I had already celebrated my birthday in advance, so when the actual day came, it felt like just another ordinary day. I spent my last few hours of being a 23-year-old by reading <i>Solanin</i> by Inio Asano -- something I've been meaning to do ever since I went to the Manga Realities exhibit at Ayala Museum several years ago.<br />
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I even had a drink to further spur on my feelings <span style="font-size: x-small;">(spoiler alert: Tanduay Rum Cola tastes like soy sauce)</span>, but more than that, I made it a point to read <i>Solanin</i> before I turned another year older because I knew it would resonate with me -- much more now, at this point in my life, than when I first encountered it as a college student who still had some light in her eyes.<br />
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I feel like most of that light has died out by now.<br />
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It was inevitable that my reading session would end in tears, though I was taken off guard by how I was destroyed by a particular event in the story. I thought I would be ultimately be taken apart by how relatable <i>Solanin</i> was, and while it spoke to me with how much I saw myself in its pages, the turning point in the story -- brought on by a certain character -- was what left me sobbing in my room whilst the clock slowly neared midnight.<br />
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This was the last picture I took of myself before I turned 24. I wanted to remember that moment in time; swollen eyes brought on by crying and staying up late that night, my hair being all over the place, that random water pitcher just waiting for me on my desk.<br />
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The next day -- my actual birthday -- I spent some of my afternoon in solitude, basking in the anonymity of being just another regular citizen of the world. There's a curious sense of silence that can be found in solitude; sure, it can get lonely at times, but the past few years made me realize how much I enjoy that little nugget of quiet peace that comes from being by yourself.<br />
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My birthdays have always been something I look forward to, and that hasn't changed until now. It might not have felt like anything special, but I'd like to think it was substantially better this time around, especially since I did so much crying around my birthday last year. I had considered it to be my worst birthday thus far -- and I still do -- so it was a relief to find myself in a better place as compared to last year. Though, in the broad spectrum of things, I'm nowhere near where I want to be at this point in my life.<br />
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Yesterday, I celebrated my birthday with my parents. We had a quaint little dinner (Japanese, noms), before retiring for the night. It was a normal day; nothing extraordinary, nothing considerably noteworthy, but it was -- for the most part -- pleasant.<br />
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<strike>I'm only disappointed that I didn't get to watch <i>Captain America: Civil War</i> for the third time because the cinemas were no longer showing it.</strike>Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-29758814856734162292016-05-21T18:37:00.001+08:002016-05-21T18:37:48.112+08:00Wonderwood Vol. II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Late post because I've been busy with life! Wonderwood Vol. II <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Vol. I <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/05/wonderwood.html">here</a>)</span> was shot in April, but I've only just gotten to the photos now due to ~*~traveling~*~ and other things. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/janellagunda">Janelle</a> and I drove around particular subdivisions to get these shots, and it was a fun experience, considering some shots were attained a little guerilla. Despite the heat and the wait-let's-hide-in-the-car moments, the shots turned out really great, I'd like to think. Thanks again<strike> shy girl</strike> Janelle!Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-14395028083577275492016-03-17T18:22:00.000+08:002016-03-17T18:22:45.298+08:00Gemini<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Very recently, I found out that a place dear to both my heart and <a href="http://nmrzmr.blogspot.com/">Ana</a>'s will soon be unavailable to us -- a.k.a. Anette's old house.<br />
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To honor the memory of the location (Ana grew up there, after all, and I've had shoots there on three other occasions), we decided to have one last shoot there. A few days before we were set to shoot, Ana pitched the idea of making 'twins' in the photographs; chalk it up to her obsession with twins, go figure. I was totally open to the idea though, so I left the twins post-processing to Ana <span style="font-size: x-small;">(plus, she totally wanted to do it anyway)</span>.<br />
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Ultimately, the whole twins idea became the general direction of the entire shoot. I actually pitched a similar idea -- especially the styling -- for a shoot with a pair of actual twins before, but it got scrapped, so this was the perfect opportunity to take a few elements from that original idea and bring them to life once and for all.<br />
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Admittedly, the theme was a little stressful. As I was treating each set as if I were shooting two people, I had to come up two separate outfits per set. Granted, coming up with outfits coming from Ana's closet is always fun, but by the time we were halfway done with shooting, I was totally getting worn down.<br />
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Mostly because it was so. Hot.<br />
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I started getting a little nervous by the third set, because the sun was slowly setting and I was beginning to worry that I wouldn't be able make it all the way to the final set.<br />
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But, by the magic of Anina, we managed to pull it all off somehow.<br />
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It's been a while since I last shot several sets on-location and outdoors using natural lighting. I absolutely missed shooting in such circumstances, seeing as I've been practicing with artificial lights in the past year or so, but I totally forgot how tiring it can be to shoot outdoors. Especially now that summer is creeping in!<br />
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Nevertheless, the shoot wouldn't have been remotely as fun (and funny) if it weren't for Ana, so thank you very much, Anette! Time spent with you is always magical and incredibly nostalgic. Luvu longtime.Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-21235483394767598042016-02-10T17:03:00.000+08:002016-02-10T17:03:41.079+08:00Zero Degrees<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Alex had just come from a long week of work, and when she finally got to my place to shoot, one of my lights started acting up. It was an unexpected incident that forced me to compromise my set up, thus ultimately changing the overall look and feel I was initially going for.<br />
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Oftentimes, my shoots with Alex never really go exactly as planned -- but for the most part, the final results tend to be worth it in end.<br />
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It's an everyday struggle, trying to wrap my head around the notion that some things are not my fault -- at least not <i>entirely</i>, I guess? -- and that there are some things that are just out of my control.<br />
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Things don't always go according to plan -- trust me, I know that better than anyone -- but it's shoots like the ones I have with Alex that make me see the silver lining in the unexpected.Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-64522828897533749462016-02-09T18:22:00.000+08:002016-02-09T18:22:03.684+08:00A man ate a seagull and then he died.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gasp, an outfit post? Really? TRULY, IT IS 2016.</div>
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I wore this last Sunday when it was unnaturally chilly for Manila standards (hence the coat). While I wasn't planning on photographing this properly -- let alone blog about it, even -- I liked what I wore, but missed the chance to take a snapshot via mobile phone when the sun was still out. So, in a way, you could say I was almost 'forced' to document this outfit. Almost.<br />
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I don't remember what brand this shirt is from <span style="font-size: x-small;">('cause I totes suck at this blogging thing)</span>, but I know I got it from Hong Kong on sale some time ago. I like how it basically tells people to eff off, but the background print is still pretty hippy and fun and-<br />
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-2016 and I still suck at talking about my outfits. Seriously, while photographing this, I thought back on the time when I was HELLA dedicated to documenting my outfits and making blog posts on them. I honestly don't know how I managed to become so devoted, putting so much effort to photograph myself and what I wore for the day. On one hand, I want to get back to doing such, but on the other hand... meh.<br />
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And then, less than an hour after I had documented this outfit, I received a call from Terry telling me I was coming with her to visit some friends of hers. I suppose they're also friends of mine <span style="font-size: x-small;">(??? to an extent, at most)</span>, but I had only hung out with half of them maybe one other time -- or perhaps two times before -- and y'all know how I've always felt about calling people my friends. Most times I refrain from using the label until I'm sure a certain degree of closeness has already been established, only because I don't want to seem like I'm overstepping boundaries a.k.a. feeling close.<br />
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It was already 4 AM when I got back to the house, the knowledge that I still had work in about two hours time slowly creeping its way into the back of my head. By the time I got to my room, I could barely keep my eyes open. I was exhausted -- mostly from all the laughter induced by the company I was with. The night was unexpectedly lively -- much more enjoyable than I had anticipated, to be honest -- and I think that made the lack of sleep all the more worth it.<br />
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Sometimes these spontaneous moments turn out to become very meaningful memories, and these days, having such happy feelings stirred within me -- while lovely -- have become rather fleeting in their existence. For my own sake, I need to come across them more often.Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-54365929104446194282016-01-15T20:13:00.001+08:002016-01-15T20:13:09.745+08:00Emmanuelle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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First shoot of the year featuring Emman! Ever since I <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2013/11/october-2013.html">met Emman in 2013</a>, I've been wanting to photograph her, but as per usual it took me forever to schedule something. We finally managed to pull something off last week, with the two of us doing the styling and Emman doing her makeup and her brother Marc <span style="font-size: x-small;">(whom I adore!!!)</span> doing the... moral support.<br />
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The shoot was a brief one -- I'd say we wrapped up in an hour or so -- and the rest of the afternoon was spent just swapping stories about family life, schooling life, and non-existent love lives. I've always loved Emman because she's such a sweetheart, and while this was only our second time hanging out, I can tell she's definitely a keeper.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(And I mean, we always freak out on Twitter anyway, and what better way to bring people together than with their feelings?)</span></div>
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The shoot was just some simple portraiture to get the ball rolling for the year. Whereas 2015 was the year I experimented a lot with my photography <span style="font-size: x-small;">(and with a lot of fake flowers, hence 2015 being the Year of the Plantation)</span>, 2016 will be... I guess honing my 'skills'? I still want to experiment even more, as there's just so much room to improve and explore, but this time I'll be pacing myself. I'm still aiming for monthly shoots, but I want to be less rushed and more prepared this time around.</div>
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By the way, I made an <a href="https://www.instagram.com/theinaesthetic/">Instagram account solely for my photography</a>, and I plan on using the '#theinaesthetic' hashtag for... ~*~branding~*~ purposes. (Trust me, I feel gross about it.) "The Inaesthetic" because Ina + aesthetic = my aesthetic, but also refers to 'inaesthetic' as in violating aesthetic standards. Quite contradictory, but I like it. Nevertheless, I think this was a good start to the year in terms of my photography.<br />
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Thanks again Emman and Marc for a wonderful afternoon! I'm really looking forward to working together again.Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-89996362984027430222016-01-03T20:11:00.000+08:002016-01-03T20:11:20.194+08:00Photography 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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2015 might have been my most challenging year yet, but I'm glad I at least managed to follow through with my personal goal of shooting at least once a month. What I am more proud of is the fact that I not only shot in quantity, but in <i>quality</i> as well. I'd like to think I've grown and somewhat improved as an artist, and I hope this translated in the photographs I produced in the past year.</div>
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I'm going to try and continue this one-shoot-a-month thing, especially since two of my 2015 shoots were only conducted due to other reasons, like work (July shoot with <a href="http://plump.ph/">Plump.ph</a>, which I never really blogged about for some reason) or blog duties (i.e. September shoot, which was more like sneaking in a photo within a shoot trying to emulate <a href="http://arcadexpoints.blogspot.com/2015/09/glam-games-five-nights-at-freddys.html">another concept</a>, and thus does not feel like it was entirely my <i>own</i> shoot... if that makes sense).</div>
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Thank you to everyone who was a part of my 2015, be it personally, professionally, creatively, or what have you. I hope we get to work again this 2016, and I most definitely hope I get to work with new people in the year ahead!</div>
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I'll leave y'all with links to the respective shoots from 2015, in case you'd like to see more:</div>
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<b><u>January</u></b></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/01/first-shoot-2015.html">First Shoot 2015</a></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/01/anette-vol-i.html">Anette Vol. I</a> | <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/01/anette-vol-ii.html">Anette Vol. II</a></div>
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<b><u>February</u></b></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/03/of-peacocks-and-picasso.html">Of Peacocks and Picasso</a></div>
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<b><u>March</u></b></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/03/ootd.html">#ootd</a></div>
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<b><u>April</u></b></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/04/dark-places.html">Dark Places</a></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/05/untitled.html">Untitled</a></div>
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<b><u>May</u></b></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/05/love-me-like-its-prom-night.html">Love Me Like It's Prom Night</a></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/05/wonderwood.html">Wonderwood</a></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/06/camille.html">Camille</a></div>
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<b><u>June</u></b></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/07/girl-almighty.html">Girl Almighty</a></div>
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<b><u>July</u></b></div>
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• <a href="http://plump.ph/fashion-911-dealing-with-bipolar-weather/">Fashion 911: Dealing With Bipolar Weather</a></div>
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<b><u>August</u></b></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/09/hanahaki-byou.html">Hanahaki Byou</a></div>
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<b><u>September</u></b></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/09/hazy.html">Hazy</a></div>
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<b><u>October</u></b></div>
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<b><u>November</u></b></div>
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<b><u>December</u></b></div>
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• <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/12/satiated-dreams-pt-2.html">Satiated Dreams Pt. 2</a></div>
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Thanks again <a href="http://matchacha.tumblr.com/">Camille</a> for letting me photograph you, and special thanks to <a href="http://nmrzmr.blogspot.com/">Ana</a> for hosting us. See you all in 2016!</div>
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There came a time last month when -- for what felt like the first time all year -- I was seemingly at peace. I realized early on this year that I am most definitely not where I imagined myself to be at this point in my life, and regardless of what other people say, the truth is that it's not okay. It's really not okay. What I've been telling myself as a desperate form of consolation is that I'm alive, at the very least.<br />
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I've put some of my dreams to rest. They're buried elsewhere in my subconsciousness, in a place where they can stay safe. They're not dreams I can pursue at the moment, but I don't know if I will ever be able to pursue them at all in the long run.<br />
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In that aforementioned moment in time last month, I felt like I was going somewhere. Like I was on the road to someplace better.<br />
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So, at this point, laying my dreams to rest feels like a sick way of satiating them, in a way. Setting them aside is my way of saying, "That's enough. You've done well. Go to sleep, we're done." It's not the happiest of satiations, but it's the only way I know how to protect myself.<br />
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Depressing things aside, my lovely Camille is back in town, prompting another Camina shoot, as per usual. The concept came to me around that particular time last month that I just mentioned, and it's a little inspired by Bangtan's <i>The Most Beautiful Moment In Life</i> albums, among other things. We'll be shooting part two next week, and it'll prolly be my last shoot for the year.<br />
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Thanks again Camille for another wonderful afternoon <span style="font-size: x-small;">(especially when we spent the remainder of our time together just laughing at how ridiculous our Bangtan Boys are, lol)</span>.Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-872214567375480772015-11-28T23:56:00.001+08:002015-11-28T23:56:41.021+08:00Garden Weed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was on a morning drive to school when I found out Marien -- whom I previously knew as The Upperclassman I Have Mutual Friends With -- is actually a family friend. I was probably a high school junior then; my dad was about to drop us off when he spotted someone he apparently recognized on campus.<br />
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"Is that Marien Jose?" he asked.<br />
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"Wait," I said, "how do you know her?"<br />
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Turns out our families are very good friends who go way back -- so much that apparently she and my cousins (and myself?) used to play together as children. The earliest memory I have of Marien is a little shrouded; at most, I remembered her as The Girl Who Actually Has <i>Questor</i> Issues That I Don't Own, back when I was at her house for some... family thing <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I really don't remember why I was at her house that day)</span>, at a much younger age.<br />
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But this is all old news. Several years have passed since that revelation... and several months have come and gone before Marien and I finally got around to shooting together at last.<br />
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Because, you know, I <i>always</i> have to write some kind of mini-essay recounting my first encounters with whomever I'm shooting with for the first time. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(See: <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2015/07/girl-almighty.html">Girl Almighty</a> / <a href="http://toiletteregina.blogspot.com/2013/07/street-smart.html">Street Smart</a>)</span> Call it unofficial initiation.<br />
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These were shot just a few hours ago -- practically a new record for me to post so quickly, and with this amount too, considering my current track record of posting only one image per shoot.<br />
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Thanks again Marien for being so game. Ultimately, thank you for being very patient with me, seeing as I either always delayed this shoot, or I never did anything to get the ball rolling. You are a doll, and I'm glad you and I have our kooky families to bond over. Belated happy birthday as well, and here's to more collaborations in the future!Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-50171590537533492132015-10-25T18:33:00.000+08:002015-10-25T18:33:32.976+08:00Evenfall<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Stereotypical gothic-esque shoot for October a.k.a. Halloween season! Thank you so much to my team <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Hi Alex! Hi Terry! Hi Je! Hi Stephy! Hi parents for sponsoring my life!)</span> because this image would not have been possible without them. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Seriously though if it weren't for Terry's participation we wouldn't have achieved the final lighting setup.)</span><br />
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This has got to be one of my favorite shoots this year so far. Actual shooting took about 5 minutes or less because we managed to get the winner shot right away. One thing I've noticed about myself -- especially in comparison to my high school self -- is that I'm a lot more focused on quality than quantity now, both in shooting and the final photos that get to see the light of day.<br />
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I miss the naivety I had as a high schooler though. I used to have this fervent curiosity with photography; I was so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I'm still curious (I mean I've been very experimental with my photography this year), and I'm still excitable (to an extent), but there's definitely a light in me that has gone out over the years. Maybe it can't be helped, after the reality of, well, real life.<br />
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Anyway, advanced Happy Halloween everybody! Posting this now because I honestly couldn't wait until the 31st to share this. I was going to make this a part of the <i>Hanahaki Byou</i> series, but it just didn't go towards that direction. Also, this may or may not be a prelude to another shoot concept I'm cooking up. Who knows.<br />
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Alternate title is <i>"Playboy Bunny Gone Wrong"</i> or something along those lines, according to my friends. Stay spooky, kids!Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-52576615236973938492015-09-17T21:59:00.001+08:002015-09-17T21:59:57.381+08:00Hazy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo from my shoot with <a href="http://paperheartsandrainbows.tumblr.com/">Alex</a> for our <a href="http://arcadexpoints.blogspot.com/">gaming blog</a>. More photos and info <a href="http://arcadexpoints.blogspot.com/2015/09/glam-games-five-nights-at-freddys.html">here</a>.</span></div>
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Most days, I feel like I'm floating. Most days feel like they're glazed over with this unexplainable haze, and most days I end up asking myself when this -- whatever <i>this</i> is -- will end. <i>If </i>it will ever end. I don't know what to do, when most of my days have a dwelling of anxiety and fear and misery and other dark things creeping around the corner -- dark things that could swallow me whole if I allow them to, and many a time I have come close to letting them in completely.<br />
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I have been drowning -- choking, suffocating -- and even when I get a breather, the air feels thick with an impending sense of despair, as if this is the only part in my life now that remains consistent, day after day.Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-66383229041632936552015-09-01T18:00:00.000+08:002015-09-02T10:55:06.774+08:00Hanahaki Byou<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Hanahaki Byou:</i><br />
<i>The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.</i><br />
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I'm not really sure where the whole <i>Hanahaki Byou</i> concept came from; I speculate that it was born from fanfiction or some other fandom ala <i>Anterograde Tomorrow.</i> <a href="http://matchacha.tumblr.com/">Camille</a> was actually the one who pitched this idea to me as she thought it'd make for a cool shoot idea. Originally, I wanted to use <a href="http://910808.tumblr.com/">Janelle'</a>s favorite flowers, but I'm a cheapo and went with fake flowers instead since I have an abundance of those in the house.<br />
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The short film? motion editorial? was something I've been wanting to do for a while now, although putting the 'directed by' part makes me feel super gross and pretentious. There are several things about this... <i>video</i> that I wish I could improve on, but I'd like to think this was relatively okay. Some years ago, I made a couple <span style="font-size: x-small;">(well, maybe just two)</span> video studies/'short films', and I wish I had the same freaky aesthetic I had back then. Maybe I can make one for Halloween?<br />
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I intend to make this <i>Hanahaki Byou</i> thing a series, though I'm not sure if that would include making the motion editorial <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I honestly have no idea what to call it)</span> a series as well. This was the only thing I managed to shoot last month, seeing as August was such a whirlwind, though I find it fitting that my subject was the one August celebrant from our group of friends. Thanks again Janelle for being so game, and to Camille for pitching the idea!<br />
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Happy first ber month everybody!Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-49810274147006687462015-07-05T17:37:00.001+08:002015-07-05T17:38:24.918+08:00Girl Almighty<div style="text-align: center;">
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Photographing Je has been something in the works for a while (read: 2014), but now that it finally happened, I couldn't be happier. Je was one of my first friends in SPCP; she was one of my first classmates when I was a new student, and our surnames alphabetically placed us within close proximity of each other. Back then I was completely clueless as to why some people incessantly made 'Mini Keyk' comments around her... until I saw the commercial for myself and became one of those aforementioned people. While Je and I weren't particularly close in high school <span style="font-size: x-small;">(she has a much better relationship with <a href="http://shootingstarlikewoah.blogspot.com/">Terry</a>)</span>, we've grown substantially closer in recent years, which I can't be more thankful for.</div>
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Special thanks to <a href="http://twitter.com/fruitpreserve">Jam</a> for helping out! Thanks again Je for letting me take your picture (and for constantly feeding my Directioner heart).</div>
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Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-60610684518548101522015-06-19T18:48:00.000+08:002015-06-19T18:48:27.723+08:00Camille<div style="text-align: center;">
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Aw shucks, I forgot this happened. Some time last month, I managed to kidnap <a href="http://matchacha.tumblr.com/">Camille</a> and bring her to my house for a quick shoot. In typical Camina fashion, we pretty much chilled and swapped stories afterwards. It was a pleasant afternoon, and I'm (as usual) looking forward to the next time I get to see this lovely specimen. Time with my favorite people really lifts my spirits some. Thanks again for letting me take your picture, Camille!</div>
Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-44374863229058288322015-06-18T15:59:00.002+08:002015-06-18T21:25:06.603+08:0023Hello. I turned 23 nearly a month ago. For my birthday, some friends got me books and makeup. Mostly makeup. I also got other things <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Thanks, friends!)</span>, but I'll only be sharing the books and makeup part, since I usually only talk about those two things whenever I make 'haul' posts.<br />
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<i>Every Day</i> by David Levithan and <i>Magonia</i> by Maria Dahvana Headley, both from <a href="http://twitter.com/fruitpreserve">Jam</a>. <i>Magonia</i> doesn't have its dust jacket in the picture because I was still reading it when this was taken. <i>Every Day</i> is special because it's Jam's own copy, and I've always associated Levithan with her, probably because the first ever Levithan book I read was <i>How They Met and Other Stories</i>, which Jam had lent me some years ago.<br />
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Inglot pigment from <a href="http://paperheartsandrainbows.tumblr.com/">Alex</a>! It matches with the liquid eyeliner my grandma coincidentally got me as well.</div>
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Said grandma also gave me a couple of her Revlon lippies. She's been an advocate of Revlon for 48965734896 years.</div>
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Eyeshadows from <a href="http://matchacha.tumblr.com/">Camille</a>! Who finally came to my house last month as well! Miracles do exist!!!!!</div>
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Sephora palette from my aunt and her family. Didn't bother swatching because I never really swatch palettes I guess...?</div>
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Thanks to everyone for all the birthday wishes!</div>
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In other news, I went back to grandma hair again.</div>
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It's a subtle duo-tone, where one side is grayer than the other. As of this post, my hair color has faded and is less gray now and more ash blonde, I think.<br />
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I have been unwell. I thought I was okay in April, but by the beginning of May I had a complete relapse. I haven't been able to recover since then, and I feel myself continuously falling backwards in a downward spiral. I thought turning 23 would be great, considering how that's also my favorite number (how naive), but so far my days have been obscured by a dark filter that I can't seem to look past.<br />
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I don't know what to do.Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792223990490940939.post-67155276088839553072015-05-19T17:56:00.002+08:002015-05-19T17:56:54.863+08:00Wonderwood<img src="http://i.imgur.com/cObuOVZ.jpg" /><br />
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Thank you <a href="http://hoontokki.co.vu/">Janelle</a> for letting me photograph you! Original concept courtesy of <a href="http://shootingstarlikewoah.blogspot.com/">Terry</a>, which I later revised and tailored into this final image. There are some things I wish I did differently -- just some little details I wish I had ironed out some, but nevertheless, I still really like the end product. Thank you for all the help, magical friends!Inahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014337002191753510noreply@blogger.com0