Wait. How old is old? Because now I am a year more than half a decade. If that makes me old, I have to go pack my things and start to be a photographer, a craft that I have always wanted to polish. Only that I can’t do that at the moment. I have a day job that requires eight hours to complete. Ask me if I am happy with it. I am not but I can’t quit. There’s always that need or want decision-making in life, more like a do or die thing.
Long before I get old, I was already fascinated with captured faces, actions, expressions, emotions, colors, shapes, etc. in any form on a photo paper. It’s funny because we cannot even afford a camera. That again is another story. A lot of stories to tell, actually. So, before this becomes a very long and boring post to read, I stop here and share some photographs I snatched from the willing victims. I am not sure if I have the qualifications for this craft but then again requirements are always limiting for me. I just shoot in vain attempt to document moments and to preserve pictures to keep people alive (at least on paper). Apart from being fascinated with nature and places, I also love to capture photos of people.
Here are the unedited photos:
These children are so full of youth and life. They’re a respite from a disappointing day.
The photos below end my daily attempt in photography. 😀
There is one Japanese food restaurant we had frequented last year. It is such an experience. And yes, I can use the word overwhelming here. In different ways, I have to say.
This one here is one of the best tasting sobas I had. Once you dig in and bring the noodles to your chewing and tasting apparatus to be eaten up, you’ll know the difference. It makes you realize that the temptation to eat a lot can be overwhelming.
I am inclined to believe that adults somehow cause the jealousy that children feel. After all, children learn from adults and they’re like sponges, taking in the good and bad, acting like their attention is on something but actually listening, observing, and drawing in everything that catches their attention.
I bought a gift for a little child that my husband is so fond of for one of those holiday gatherings. I had difficulty choosing a toy because my children, as I have mentioned in a previous post, do not want to give toy guns as gifts. The little child loves cars, but he also has many toy cars already.
A big red car caught my attention, not knowing at first that it was a remote-controlled car. The sales lady explained everything to me in detail including how one button will automatically open the doors. I got so fascinated with the idea that the little child will be amazed of the gift that after her powerful sales talk, I was persuaded to buy. I did not doubt that my husband will be disappointed.
About two or three cats that we had in our house looked like these when they were still tiny and cute. The first one was Dagul, the second Baldo, and the third and the youngest is Kuting. The first two were already dead. They were housecats, not of a particular breed. I remember that Dagul was an alpha male, and Baldo a handsome cat with soft features that you will mistake him for a feline. Kuting looks like a stray cat now and does not want to stay at home. He only goes home when he’s hungry.
Bob Marley said, “When you riding through the ruts, don’t complicate your mind…”
Bad things happen, or in slanguage street talk, “Shit happens.” Depending on the weight, one can possibly give in. Some others turn to doing things beyond comprehension to which others connote as a coping mechanism. It’s hard to judge although, at times, I have questions in mind. I always try to be careful and choose the words if I decide to say something. There are a lot of life lessons to choose from to become as careful as a mice.
And to continue with Bob Marley’s quote, “Flee from hate, mischief, and jealousy…” Comfort food is the best way to continue living amidst the negative or toxic people and situations. Just look at this bowl of pork and century egg congee. Looks yummy? Well, it is. It makes you forget.
Partner it with a chicken basil bun and slices of pork asado. How can you not totally forget about the crappy things and people that you encounter on a daily basis?