I can't spill all the details yet but the big news is I might get my sewing act up! Hoping the school will give me the chance to join them even if I'm a week late. I'm all geared up and firing with guts and eagerness.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
ordinary miracle
With my 2.9yo and 7mo babies under the PhotoBooth. Just having an ordinary miracle everyday. Missing Papa Goy but really I just can't complain.


We hope to fly back to Dubai by July. We are praying hard that everything will flow according to our plan, with God's grace at hand. We hope to get our yaya with us too so I'll get the best help that I can while I stay-at-home. It's going to be a new adventure and it's going to be tough. But that won't matter because we are a family.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
you and me
While you are thinking you could be somebody new,
I thought about me being the old me.
If that is a good case, then the stars might shine nonetheless.
But if you can't stay, the moon shall shine anyway.
Every once in a while a small butterfly smiles to us
Saying we're a pair that can never be undone.
Whatever that means to that little creature,
I think it sounded good to the universe.
Look how silly we can be, like loving is a yoga.
I never thought I'd be as old as a turtle,
but still it is the case for my eyes have seen so much.
Yet you remain ageless, and timeless like you can never die.
You are my life like when I think of my life as a doodle.
I can draw things and patterns and the world can guess.
Still I hold that drawing in my heart, owning it because it is of me.
Yet you are yourself, like you are standing on your toes.
I thought about me being the old me.
If that is a good case, then the stars might shine nonetheless.
But if you can't stay, the moon shall shine anyway.
Every once in a while a small butterfly smiles to us
Saying we're a pair that can never be undone.
Whatever that means to that little creature,
I think it sounded good to the universe.
Look how silly we can be, like loving is a yoga.
I never thought I'd be as old as a turtle,
but still it is the case for my eyes have seen so much.
Yet you remain ageless, and timeless like you can never die.
You are my life like when I think of my life as a doodle.
I can draw things and patterns and the world can guess.
Still I hold that drawing in my heart, owning it because it is of me.
Yet you are yourself, like you are standing on your toes.
- govinda
041909
Friday, April 17, 2009
spreading love!


One of my best buddies (since high school days) has bloomed into a very fine photographer. A very brave spirit, always wanting to try and pursue her passion - she shares to the world what she sees as something interesting. May they be very personal or the very subtle way of saying "not quite right but here it is".
Two months ago, she started with her Project 365 as a push to go reach for her new found love. As a result? Experimentations and eye-candy pictures. See for yourself.
After a quick afternoon chat, she shares me a new (well it's an old one really) photoshop trick! I can't believe I'm missing this! Thanks fyns for showing me how to do vintage looking photographs. It's the secret of the curves! I usually just go with Levels and Colour Balance and Hue and Saturation. Open a favourite photo, Cmd M (Curves) and adjust the RGB's... tada! There you have it! Here's my own splash of the vintage love...


Thursday, April 16, 2009
mishomisho...
When the world sleeps (in our respective time zones) loneliness creeps in. Looking at our dreaming babies and smelling them endlessly, I miss my big baby whale. I miss talking senseless and creative ideas, laughing at our bloopers, looking forward to being together again.
I know you miss us even more.
Don't worry hon, hapit na jud :) Mishomishoo...
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
my little boss.
He still doesn't want to go to sleep, wants another round of milk and wants a back scratch. He doesn't want me to lie on the bed because he wants to lie down on my lap. He wakes his littlle brother because of his wailing for milk like there's no way he's going to sleep without another round of it. He wants my blanket and calls it a "tapis", requests for his small toy car so he can hold it to sleep. He's almost by a tiny bit off to dreamland... but he heard Dadilo's car had arrived. Now he wants to go out and his sleepiness is nowhere to be found.
He's up, laughing heartily while playing Zuma with his Momila...
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