Capturemae

''If you can see it, you can capture it''. Hi! Its me, Richel Mae Segismar. A 17-year-old student who loves to sing, dance, act, paint, and taking pictures everywhere. I'm From Tunghaan, Minglanilla, Cebu. The eldest among all of my siblings. I am a consistent honor student who is hardworking and a very compassionate person. I really love watching k-dramas and other intense movies. One of my passion is to capture every views that is astonishing for me. Photography has a considerable contribution to the way we perceive things around us because it helps us to develop a critical sense and gives us the opportunity to see things in detail. I suddenly notice that I pay attention to light, colors, shapes, people, buildings, trees, flowers and everything that surrounds me. As soon as I hold a camera in my hands, I started to see the world as a photographer. I always keep in my mind that, ''every details create the big picture''. I hope that I can inspire you with my passion. Welcome aboard to my blog, and let's capture every priceless moments of our lives.

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Admiring The Person Beside Me

Aside from my mother, why is this person also the one that I admire the most?

Over the time that I have known her, I have realized that she is the kind of person who deserves to be admired. People thought she was just plain weird, but those who took the time to know her, realized that she was a person searching for a comfortable identity.

A tall, sleek girl, with hair that falls curly as poodle. Michaela seems like a model, but get to know her and discover so much more. This girl makes life seem fun again; she has the ability to lift my spirit by just being herself. She has taken responsibility to a new level and still has time to joke. Many people say we act like, but I think I could actually call her as my role model.

Above her dark brown eyes, lies a perfect set of full eyebrows. Her rounded face sits atop her brilliant smile. Her perfect little nose accents her face nicely. Her body curves to form a normal figure. But there is more to her than beauty, I have only begun to tell the one of the most wonderful person that I can call my best friend.

Sitting beside her feels like sitting in a garden, observing the beauty of it. The bound of her is a whole world that I will never get tired of inhabiting. She loves to listen to any problems and interject advices on it. She seems to be enlightened with all the aspects of life, such as family and relationships, and finds it easy to relate to almost anyone or anything. She seems to be the most responsible person I know. She does not stop there though, she can always manage to maintain a great relationship with other people in a very friendly nature. She talks very politely and never quarrels to me and others. She is a compassionate friend who always care for everyone. She has the ability to do anything hard in her life, and I always appreciate her for each small and big achievements. She is one of the most attentive student in class because she is good in academic, arts and other extracurricular activities. A quality that I find most intriguing about her is that, she can take any situation and make the best of it. To be able to Goodwill and use it as a playground, proves that she can have fun in any situation. Laughing comes most naturally to her, and she can bring joy into the most barren situation.

To conclude, she is a comfort person that people would literally wants to rely on. She is the person who will suddenly noticed the sorrow, grief and the feeling of thud inside me. She is a very concerned person, as if she would literally wants to know the whole me and protect me the way I deserve to be protected. If we wish that our friends should be true to us, then we must be true to them.

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Those Who Wants to Sing Always Finds A Song

The sky was a hopeless shade of gray. It appeared to endlessly retch sheets of metallic water. I was sitting in our perspective chairs. I was seeing raindrops outside our window in our room, and I was mentally drained due to the pressure of being a student. I was also bored, and I have nothing to do aside from watch the flowers, glancing at and dancing with their leaves. It's as if the flowers were pleading for water, and when the rain came, everything fell into place perfectly. I am swamped observing them happily bond together because of the rain. And suddenly, a young, perfectly fine lady came into our room. She wore a decent blue blouse and black skirt, and her black-rebonded hair was elaborately styled. Her perfect limbs made her look so expensive. Then she went on to talk about our previous topic. And she got into a topic about "talents." She asked each of us about our talents, and here I am, wondering what my true talent is, given that I am not particularly gifted in everything.

After a couple of weeks, I still don't even know what my true talent is. I lay down on my couch, and suddenly, something caught my attention. It sparked as if it would literally manipulate me. It is like a precious gem that forced me to get it and get used to it. I was motivated to get that thing and began to consider what music I would collaborate on with it. I take out my phone and search for music that complements its uniqueness. And finally, I found the perfect pair for it. I used them and started recording myself because I was bored. And after that, I posted it on my social media account.

It was a sunny day; trees are very dazzling, and flowers are very blooming. I arrived at school and wondered why so many of my classmates were smiling. As I went inside our room, my teacher started to interact with me. She evenly decided to invite me for a singing contest, and I was hesitant to accept her invitation since I am not that confident enough to face a lot of audiences. The two of her flaxen brows furrowed, and she convinced me to accept her invitation. "Every day is a chance for you to pick yourself up. Every day is an opportunity for you to shape yourself. Expose yourself to it, Chel. I know you can do it!" she said. I was confused. The thing that I was doing last week flashes back in my mind. That over-the-moon moment was so priceless. I looked at my teacher and had a smile on my face. I decided to accept her invitation. I was motivated and thought that this would be an opportunity for me to open up a new door to my future. The day after that, I started rehearsing and rehearsing to improve my singing skills. My coach taught me that if I am now singing in an actual presentation, I must move naturally. "Ideally, a singer should move naturally and appropriately to enhance their delivery, Chel. They might choose to use the entire stage, perhaps walking slowly at a dramatic moment, standing at the lip of the stage close to the audience, and above all, appearing comfortable on the stage throughout the performance'' my coach said. I am now hesitating to do this because a lot of participants are very competitive. I can't evenly fit with them since I am a late bloomer and have just started to have an ambition. I have been so nervous lately. I can't stand this. I am not that fearless, this is just my first time. I went to a dark corner and started crying and sobbing. My tears fell to the floor, and as I stared at them, they ignited a spark that propelled me through what I was feeling at the time. It gave me light that motivates me and inspires me to face the competition.

This is the day I'm worried about, the day of the competition. I was not that prepared. When I arrived at the venue, I saw a lot of people staring at me. I went to the perspective seats of all the participants and sat down. I was so nervous. I can feel the cold snowflakes that step aside in my body. I was slapped by the presence of anxiety, but I have to overcome it. All of the participants are very competitive, and you can really see that they practiced very well. When my name was called, I stepped forward onto the platform, holding the most precious gem that I had just discovered in my comfort zone. I breathe in and breathe out. I looked into the audience, at my coach, my teachers, my friends, my family, and the judges as well. I started singing and going with the flow of my chosen music, which was "Ikaw" by Yeng Constantino. As I am about to end my presentation, my tears drop and I feel the presence of everyone. This is an opportunity. This is the way to my future. I will never stop because I believe that one day I will be forever thankful for not giving up.

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