STORY: Millicent Esguerra Photography

So I decided to give a little "oomph" to Minky's (nickname of Millicent) photographs by editing and layouting the different shots she took of me last Saturday. She was goofing around with Jose's camera while I was waiting for Jose to come. ;) So, here it is...

Minky has a thing for cutting body parts! :D


I'm not posing here. Minky just took this shot without me knowing.

The shot at the bottom is really cut that way. I didn't crop it. It isn't very flattering but I like Minky's close up of my mouth. ;) It captures both my rare smile and my talkativeness in one!

Minky, if you're reading this, I made your very first stamp! Look at the 3rd photo, see it? like it? good! HAHAHA. ;)

STORY: Connect

Today is such a busy day. But I still try my best to squeeze in a little blogging time. So here I go...
(Note: When I say a busy day, it rarely means i'm doing some thing all the time. It actually means I'm thinking of doing the some thing that I should be doing which makes me feel I'm very busy when I'm really not that busy. Get it?)

Anyways, as of now, I'm trying to check the Arts Fest Video out of my to do list. It just needs some polishing so maybe in an hour or so, i could proceed with the next thing on my list which is my Filipino Homework.

Since i've opened up my Arts Fest Video, might as well tell you what it is all about. Well, its about this tiny robot (who has no name. the movie is pretty much silent) who falls out of nowhere at the beginning of the movie. The plot of the movie basically is about the robot finding its way around and discovering from where he is, even what he is. He imagined himself as a necklace, a figurine, even a key chain. You have to watch the film to find out which of the 3 he ends up being. Its pretty short and sweet so hopefully the message gets across even with the short amount of time. I hope the cuteness of the robot helps the story, too. This is part animation (thanks to our Information Technology and Fine Arts friends who drea and animated the robot) which is one of the reasons the movie is pretty short.


This is a screenshot of one scene in the film. Meet our little robot!

By the way, the name of the movie is "Connect." Why? Well, the robot "connects" to different things as he figures out what he is. Also (according to my groupmate, Tanya :P) because the film "connected" people from different coursess (Mass Communications, IT & Fine Arts). The animation is still pretty rough by this time but hopefully, after I edit it, it becomes  better... 15,000 pesos better! (Did I mention there was a cash prize for the best artwork? Well, if not, then I'm telling you there is! Fingers crosed we win! :P)

THEORY: World of Irony

We live in a world of deadlines & crammers. Not a very good combination.

STORY: Lola Dear

So my lola is turning 70 this Dec. 6 and we are having a suprise lunch for her. I know, I know. Its a suprise right? So, why am I posting it here? Well, i'm pretty sure my lola won't be checking the internet out anytime soon let at alone discover what blogspot is. i'm pretty confident that her suprise birthday will remain that way.
Anyways, mom asked me to make little invitation cards to distribute to all of her Divine Mercy friends (I think its standard for all lolas to be part of some religious group. Oddly enough though, my other grandma doesn't seem to come close to any group as such. The opposite even. Hmmm. I'll have to check on my theory then.) I dug up these old photos (2 years back) of her when she gamely agreed to model for my homework in Theology. See, it pays to keep photos even if you think you wouldn't use it anymore (even if it means a computer crash). I edited the photos a bit and boom! Instant invitation (It does help that I make invitations for cash, though. just thought i needed to include that bit of info)!


By the way, I don't call any of my lolas, lola. I call this grandma "Nene." It's not disrespectful or anything (most people think that we call her by her first name). Its just us cousins way fo calling her. Some people call their lolas Mamita, Mami, Lola, Lola Gets even (from Kung Tayo'y Magkakalayo, the teleserye) and we just so happen to call her Nene. :) It's our thing. My Maternal lola on the otherhand is called "Honeylo." I take the blame for this monicker. When i was younger (I was one of the eldest grandchildren, just 2 months behind the eldest apo), i started calling my lola Honey Lola. Blame my short tongue or my inability to develop good pronounciation skills faster but the Honey Lola eventually became Honeylo. The name just stuck and to this day, all the younger grandchildren calls her honeylo. The name even became shorter through time since we now just call her "Halo."


Nene & Me during my cousin's birthday last Nov. 14



Its weird that I don't call my lolas lola. I can't share the experience of my peers when they tell stories about their lolas and call them lola. I always had to explain why I call my lolas differently. But when I look back on all the years that I called my lola's names differently, i smile and feel proud. Through their grandchildren, they become one of the most unique around... and I wouldn't want to call any of my lolas any other name than what I have come know them today.

My Lolas together during my cousin's pool party debut.
It was at night and they got startled by the flash!

P.S. We call my Paternal Grandfather "Amo" but that's another story. ;)

STORY: The Return. The Comeback. The Rebirth.

So I've decided to stir away from the world of few words (a.k.a. Facebook) and try to spend (read: waste) my free time with something more deep, more expressive, more long lasting.


Why the sudden shift you might ask? Well, as embarrassing as it is to admit it, I google myself once in a while (out of boredom) and it absolutely irritates me when the first thing that comes up is my old and forgotten blogger account. The posts I had on there were all set for public viewing and it was so like the High School me to post about the most embarrassing things (think love letters and poems). I finally had the patience of remembering what my email, username and password was for the account and tried to deactivate it. But as I went through the settings, I figured why not just edit the whole thing. I mean, even though how embarrassing my previous posts were, it did remind me of how I was then, what I was so preoccupied with (and interested in). It made me realize how much better blogs are than status updates. Blogs tell stories. Blogs remind you of things. It then hit me that i once was a "blog devotee" posting blogs every single day. And after all these years, i can still read those blogs - both embarrassing and not.

The days of lame diaries with padlocks may be totally gone, but i believe blogging still has hope. From this day on, I will try to blog as much as i can so that next time I google myself (Goodness gracious, how pathetic of me), I would be pretty happy with what comes up. :)