Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition

Finally had the time to do a weekly photo challenge.

Just to make up for lost months of no post, I am showing three photos of my take on this week’s theme. And I decided to show juxtapositions of random things with different age groups.

The first photo shows my uncle-grandpa photobombing on a photo of a lechon (roasted pig) on his 92nd birthday. This is so ironic because at his age and health, he should not be allowed to eat lechon. But still it is part of the menu of his birthday feast. And yes, he still eats it.
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The next photo is of me juxtaposed with an old portrait of my great grandmother. Creepy. Need I say more?
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The last photo is of my niece. Her expression is such a cute contrast of how a kid her age should be reacting to the things laid out in front of her.
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This post is in response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Community

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Taken using iPhone 5s at Hong kong Disneyland’s Festival of the Lion King.

What best describes a community other than the depiction of the circle of life? Am I right? ūüôā

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh

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Fresh fruits acting as fresh flowers.

**This post is in response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh.

The Sign Says… Survive!

Being a mid-level employee for five years now, I have devised ways to cope up with the 8 hours (sometimes 10 or more) of mindless drudgery I call a workday.

Some are preventive… like eating right and exercising.
Some are corrective… like traveling, karaoke and having a drink or two after work.

On the job site itself, I keep a small board where I put words of encouragement and other stuffs just to keep me motivated and focused.
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With this, I got a little curious about what some of my colleagues have posted in their desks to keep themselves going through a tough week.

This one’s a reminder about “Working smart, not hard” and having a work-life balance.
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Now, this next one’s my favorite.

If all else fails…
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I’m glad no one had to use this last one.
Not yet, anyway.

**This post is in late response to Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says.

Nature’s Trade Off

20130716-231000.jpg “Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing, it was here first.”
– Mark Twain

As a citizen of a developing country, it is satisfying to see actual “development” happening via massive infrastructures being built around you.

But seeing tiny plants in pots forcefully brought inside to live inside these infrastructures, one also cannot help but think: Are we trading off nature for development?

For the sake of development, shall Mother Nature be forced to be a foreground that’s out of focus?

I hope not.

 (Photo taken by cdasma using Samsung Galaxy S4)
 
**This post is in (late) response to Weekly Photo Challenge: In the Background.

Keep Out

I don’t keep my blog site a secret. Though, I don’t overly publicize it as well.
But looking at the visitor and viewer stats, I figured that readers of my blog are very few… and mostly from countries other than mine.

So I was a little shocked to know that my mother has known of my blog, as per my sister. And I immediately told her to NOT read my blog (with a “please” of course).

Not that I have something to hide from her or that I’m feeling like a bratty/rebel teen asking for her privacy (because let’s face it, what’s the point of blogging about something if you don’t want others to read it, right?). But because of two reasons:

1. She will think I’m losing my mind.

I hoped that my blog would be an outlet to rant and release all stresses and unnecessary complaints of everyday reality. So I’m afraid my mother will think I’m starting to lose my sanity and will ask me to move back home or let me see a shrink or something. I just don’t want her to worry.
I once posted a very emo Facebook status and guess what? She called me up and told me not to be so negative. blah blah blah. And I told her, “Ma, relax. I’m fine. Uso lang ang emo sa social networking sites. (Being emo on social networking sites is a thing.)”. After that incident, I created a Twitter account.

2. It’s EMBARRASSING!

Okay. Not only will my mother get to know all my mind grimes, she also gets to check my writing and grammar! I know I’m not the greatest writer in the world (She’s not either. HA!) but still… I can’t forget the day she read a draft essay I wrote back in college. And I got only two words from her: “So elementary!”. Talking about crushing the confidence of your child. HAHA. But she was right. Still… I may have cared 6 or 7 years ago… Now? Eh. So what!

Unfortunately, she’s already seen and read my posts. So, ma, if you’re reading this:¬†“Peace! I miss you and I love you. Thanks for dropping by! Kisses. ;)”

 

**This post is in response to Daily Prompt: Keep Out.

Weekly Photo Challenge: The World Through Your Eyes

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Excuse me for taking this week’s photo challenge theme literally.
To understand my submission, you should know one thing about me– I am nearsighted.
I was born with congenital myopia and now my eyes need corrective lenses with a grade of -9.00.
So, yeah. The photo shows the world through my eyes when I’m wearing eyeglasses. The center is clear but the top and bottom edges are super blurry. Hence, the photo.

This was taken outside the building where I am a corporate slave during lunch break using iPad Mini. And it was edited using Snapseed.

**This photo is in response to Weekly Photo Challenge: The World Through Your Eyes.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Curves

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SM Aura, Bonifacio Global City
Taguig City, Philippines
Taken using Samsung Galaxy S4.

**This post is in response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Curves.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Color (Colors of Southeast Asia)

**This post is in response to: WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: COLOR.

The Transporter

Nothing transports me back to my past better than smelling something familiar.

A whiff of a former love/crush’s cologne.
A barbecue aroma in the center of my college quad.
A smoker’s breath after finishing a stick.

My memory is always strongly guided by my sense of smell, which in turn also heightens my sense of taste. This has been the culprit for me craving food occasionally from a certain fast food chain.

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Getting to smell Jollibee’s Chickenjoy (a meal consisting of fried chicken with rice and gravy) instantly transports me back to my childhood. And getting to finally taste it again will flood me with different stories to tell involving the family, major childhood events, and chickenjoy.

So, no matter how I seem to think I’m fed up of eating it, one smell and I’m already coming back for more. I know I’m not the only one alone in this. Ask Filipinos who were raised in the Philippines, girl or boy, rich or poor, we all have our own Jollibee and chickenjoy stories. And even kids today, they still continue to create their stories with the store and food.

**This post is not a paid ad or anything. This is in response to Daily Prompt: The Transporter.

Escape!

In my time and age, there seems to be only one thing I always (I mean ALWAYS) escape from.
And this is WORK.

Well, not directly.
More of like: the “corporate world” and “IT services”.
The demand of always needing to be able to deliver with speed and quality.
High quality products, speedy delivery… but all with a¬†low-cost.
Now, how the hell do you do that without ending up being like a zombie and feeling like a slave?

Anyway, I am lucky with the company I’m now in because the demand for the three things I mentioned above is still not that highly realized and asked for. The culture and environment are still humane and not that stressful.¬†Just the right kind and amount of stress. Good stress.

Good or bad stress, I have found myself a few escape routes from these harsh realities of globalization and capitalism. Some have no planning needed at all to execute, has immediate effects, but wears off easily. While some require added patience and careful strategies but are instant uppers and have effects of escape that lasts longer.

1. Travel

Yup! Nothing beats literally escaping from the physical place where you feel stressed and worn out. This makes you feel like entering a new kind of reality. Also, getting to experience, eat, see and learn new things from travelling is like a breather for the brain, the eyes, tummies and taste buds. The experience will leave you with days and weeks of something new to talk about and a lifetime of memories to treasure.

2. Theater

Aah, yes. Getting to see theater plays is like a safe haven for me. A new dimension and a new sense of learning. In every show I see (even though some shows I’ve seen many times or already memorized the soundtrack), I get to discover a whole different perspective and awakening. Awakening, not only of the mind, but also of the emotions. Perfect escape from the same-old cycle of emotions that working for a corporation has to offer. Watching theater shows (especially musicals) will leave me smiling, dazed, and on a high for at least a week after seeing it. Though, the thought of getting to see a show already gets me distracted and hyper all the same.

3. Movies and TV shows

Just like theater, movies and TV shows are major forms of escape for me. A movie can leave me all cried up or laughing or whatever. Even seeing trailers of films will make me forget momentarily the pains of getting up to work the next day. TV shows, however, are like different mini realities for me. Especially now, with so many good shows to watch out for… I have become overwhelmed. But grateful all the same for their existence.

An actual (sad?) story of Escape:
I remember this one time when I was still with my previous company, I was so low and worn out that I plunged into a mild depression (I guess it was only mild. haha).¬†I didn’t go to work for a week.¬†I didn’t change my clothes for a week (and yes, didn’t take a bath for a week!).¬†I ate only once a day for seven days. I did not speak to anyone. And all this time, I was in front of the tube and saw all six seasons of Entourage.

4. Blogging, online courses, and reading

Getting to learn new things is one big escape for me. Especially when the subject are totally different from each other. I love getting to learn these things from self-studying, signing up at online courses, reading blogs and books… I even enrolled and got credits for a Master’s degree (Don’t ask! haha). Also, sharing my thoughts, curiosity and realizations from these learnings are equal escapes for me. So blogging, tweeting, and researching more and more are temporary breaks from the twilight zone that is work.

5. MUSIC

There is not an escape more fast and effective for me than listening to music. It has long been proven. One negative vibe or cluttered mind? I pop earphones in both my ears, have the volume on full blast, then fire the beat, worries and stress away!

This post is in response to Daily Prompt: Escape!.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Future Tense

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Just bought and assembled this 3D puzzle of the Statue of Liberty in New York City. It has LED lights at the base, which makes it so cool.

Anyway, when I saw this I thought to myself: I just had to have this!
Aside from the fact that I love puzzles, I also love that it’s reminiscent of one of my dream travel destinations — New York City.

I want to visit the city that never sleeps because of three major things:
1. Broadway Musicals – I want to see at least one (but if possible, ALL) theater show in Broadway.
2. Gray’s Papaya hotdogs – after seeing the movie, Fools Rush In, where Matthew Perry’s character constantly crave for this hotdog, I can’t help but connect this food to the city. I just got to try one!
3. Times Square – seeing this busy intersection on tv and in pictures really gives me the chills every time. I love the lights, the busyness, and the diverse people. So I plan to take lots and lots of pictures of this one day.

This may be a dream for now but I know one day I will get to see you, New York. Stay as awesome as you are… and wait for me. To the future and New York!

This post is in response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Future Tense.

INTJ

As a friend of mine once said about me:

She goes to night outs, drinks while she still can see straight and dances like there’s no tomorrow, but she is not a party girl.

Yep. If in a party, I party.
There’s no use sulking around and hiding in one corner.
Well, unless I’m not in the mood.

As I’ve said in my About page, I’m extreme.

If I’m in the mood to party, my energy just shots up. I could go all night drinking and dancing in high-heeled shoes and still you won’t hear a complaint out of me. My endless love for music and carbonated (okay, alcoholic!) drinks are to blame for this tireless and sleepless acrobatics.

Try to catch me in a foul mood… and you cannot even bring me to a party in the first place. My introvert mode turns on and no one can really convince me to be with people by that time. (But I’ll still be drinking, alright! LOL)

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However, foul mood or not: if I decide to go to a party, I party.
I mean, you’re already there. Might as well, enjoy yourself. No use acting up.
If my reclusive side is active, I just don’t go to the party. No need to infect other people with your bad vibes, right?

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There are just moments when I need the exhilaration and excitement that a party brings. But also there are times when I need to get away from crowds and happy people. I don’t know. I think I’m bipolar that way.

**This is in response to Daily Prompt: INTJ.

Menagerie

I don’t like animals.
Please don’t hate me because of this.
My dislike for animals is not because I hate them or anything.
It’s just that I’m scared of them.

Actually, this fear is not of animals alone. I’m scared of anything I don’t understand, really.
So this goes with unpredictable situations, people, and well… Animals.

Yes. I know some animals are totally predictable because you can actually train or tame them using these predictabilities. But I don’t understand them still. It’s like I’m constantly trying to decipher what goes on an animal’s head. What makes them bark or purr or attack or react however it is they react.

I am in awe of them. If anything, I have such deep respect for animals that only shows as fear on my side. Plus, an animal’s life is LIFE. Like your life and mine… it is LIFE. So, I am scared of the responsibility that an animal comes with. How can one that don’t understand something be responsible for this something’s life? You know what I mean?

Anyway, our family did have one pet dog.
Probably the one and only animal I will ever have in my life.

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Jigger the couch potato! (Taken using my old Nokia smart phone)

 

The family got Jigger when I was already away for college. So I never really knew him or took care of him. And every time I went home to visit, I spent half the time avoiding him because I was too scared of him.

We lost him two years ago.
I felt sad and a little regret of not having to know him better.
But I am forever grateful and proud to say that I’ve met him.
He’s the only animal I’ve lived with… And probably, the closest thing to a pet I would ever have.

**This post is in response to Daily Prompt: Menagerie.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lunchtime

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Monday lunch out at Zong with a good friend.
Spicy, salted squid and Yang Chow fried rice.
Oh, how food makes one so happy! ūüôā

This post is in response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Lunchtime.