I rarely click on web banners, but I just couldn't resist this one... and a wise click that turned out to be... stolen from pastemagazine One day, in my hypothetical dream life, I will write and lay-out storybooks before my husband and kids wake for their bacon-egg-tomato breakfast.
After a 3-day lock in and 2 days straight of shuttling between soap work and LK work, my body finally succumbed to sickness. I spent most of the halloween weekend either asleep or wandering online. Here are some great finds...
This week I'm back to work. Still a little woozy... A lot of things coming up this first week of november... 1. a decision on what path to take: the soap-writer job, or the stable corporate job (argh this is the toughest!) 2. a decision on LK's final casting 3. first day of classes 4.the presentation to Ma'am Charo 5. and this...
I can take a hint, but I don't take defeat, at least not as easily, and not to seasonal affective disorder caused by this Karen chick.
Placenta There are things like baby footprints, saving baby's first lock of hair, posting his ultrasound pic on Facebook... but nothing says "motherly love" more than a Placenta Print.
Ah, I should've gotten one back '01, mount it on canvass, auction it when I get famous (or die, whichever comes first). It's the closest I would ever get to "visual art". I wonder what it would smell like though... I guess parenting is like durian, it stinks to some, tastes heavenly to some...it's an acquired taste.
Rubyfruit
Stolen from Elaine . This 1989 short film is by Sadie Benning and was made with this toy camera. I wish my godmother had given me a Fisher-Price camera instead of a Barbie. Reminds me of my UP film school days in the '90s when we had someone like Sir Jonathan Beller make us watch films like these and Kenneth Anger's and make papers using The Flor Contemplacion Story & Natural Born Killers alongside Renato Constantino readings. Where else could you find an American who make us watch Nora Aunor & Lito Lapid films in film theory class?
Rachel Sofield
pic stolen from designer Rachel Sofield . Not necessarily true I think. My heart is in both places. My heart is all over the place (on my sleeve, on my blog). And it always is fun while it lasts. I have low EQ. I'd rather have fun now. You won't know if the prince is a frog until its kissed.
Sometimes I want to be proven wrong. But same old, same old... The 90-day rule may have some truth to it. My friend Nina was telling me the other day that if we put together all the beer we've drank (since we met back in 2005) to talk/forget about the men in our lives, it would be enough to fill an olympic-sized swimming pool. Definitely enough to drown one's sorrows. Luckily I know how to swim.
I stole my blog icon from here. Lovely site for non-graphic artists like me. If you have a Facebook account, you'll recognize these icons from pixelgirl presents
And speaking of "pixel"s... Is there even a tactfull way to ask another person to stop being annoying? Especially if you seem to be the only person who seems to be annoyed? I guess some people when faced with the honest truth will reward you with antagonism and baseless accusations. But that's life- or rather low-life for you...