I am a creative and passionate person who loves to see beauty in everything. To me the greatest inspirations are the simplest things in life. I am a designer. I am a foodie. I am an aspiring photographer. I am a writer. I am an artist. Hopefully, I can bring all these together and be able to share it with you all. xoxo
Looking back at my life, photography has always been something I loved. It started back in high school, my mom gave me my very first camera, a Minolta. Back then, digital photography did not even exist. I learned everything using film and then processing my own pictures in a darkroom. Now I use a Nikon D90 and am entirely digital. I have come a long way in terms of technology, but somehow over the years there was a standstill in my learning progress of photography. Throughout my college years, I took a lot of pictures but never took the time to improve. I then got busy being an interior designer and hiring others to take photos of my w
Why do we demonize how we tend to be insecure? I think that, at the heart of insecurity lies the acknowledgement that we aren't perfect, that there are ideals that we have yet to attain or at least come into terms with. The idea of being imperfect is already frustrating for many of us, but at the same time we know that we can't be perfect–that our idea of "our best" is only as good as the last "best", subject to being easily rendered moot by the prospect of being better than that "best". Having that fact slapped in our faces by those around us does not help with that frustration, because really, knowing that we're just different in how we dev
I thought I fell in love, but how I quickly came to see.
True Love is overrated, not meant for someone like me.
I left myself be open, entrenched and blinded by love's design.
Engulfed by its passion, utterly lost in space in time.
I let you lie to me and make promises I know you wouldn't keep.
And now those lies and promises are painful memories making me weep.
Knowing the end was inevitable, still I made this dubious choice.
And felt a pain immeasurable, when I listened to my heart's voice.
I built my walls around just to have you tear them down.
And now I stand here alone, and you're not even around.
What is love but a feeling, a