TheRedMargaux

"Forgive yourself on the days you don’t get round to writing. It’s meant to be a pleasure, not a chore." - Alice Kuipers An online story writer. A blogger. A freelance writer on a local newspaper. I am in a deep & non-contractual relationship with words. My hobby is thinking what to write & reading the play of words in books. I always find beauty in every teensy-weensy things that I always find myself mumbling a big "WOW!", stands still, amazed. I am this little lady with enormous dreams. I always wonder of different thoughts to ponder & my imagination is somewhat like a BiG CASTLE with very large rooms full of any crazy thing including the red dancing unicorn :) Build up your thoughts and read! :) Be safe :* -------------------------------- CHECK OUT ** FACEBOOK: http://facebook.com/demoiee.20 TWiTTER: http://twitter.com/NerdyLolaDemi WATTPAD: http://wattpad.com/TheRedMargaux WEBSiTE: http://theredmargaux.wix.com/home I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU :) Leave a message! <3

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Speech Comm Ad.

Ina: Omg. I think I’m running out of beauty with the hotness around here waiting for Dave’yel Padilla to come!

Natty: If you’re running around of beauty, I think I’m running around of sweat.

Demi: Is that so, girlfriends? Well, why not we take a little moment in the lavatory?

Ina: Shall we?

  (In the lavatory..)

Ina: Stressed.

Natty: Haggard.

Demi: UGLY!

Rowena: Hahahaha.. Actually, I don’t worry spending a long time along the crowd, as long as I have Chuchu cometics to make me feel good, cool, calm, collected! J

Zaira: Interesting! What do it do?

(3 girls curious, coming closer to Rowena..)

Rowena: With Chuchu cosmetics, you can stay beautiful and pretty without making another retouch for the next 72 hours after your last make up!

Zaira: 72 hours?!

Rowena: Yes, it’s true! Unless if you’re going to wash your face..

  Demi: *clears throat*Uhhh—do you mind?

Rowena & Zaira: Mind what?

Ina & Natty: COULD WE HAVE SOME OF THESE?! (Puppy eyes, beautiful eyes!)

Rowena: Surething. Here. Have some.

  Ina & Natty: (Panicking, getting the make-ups.)

Demi: Wait! Wait!

Zaira: What now?!

Demi: Actually, Chuchu cosmetics come with a long lasting eyeliner, which never smudges through your eyes and yes, it’s water proof!

Ina: Water proof?!

Demi: You heard me right. Whatever tears may flow near your pretty eyes wont do anything with these eyeliner.

Rowena: Plus, the shimmer & shine lipstick! Never fades away unless you use water to wash it!

Zaira: Also comes with the creamy foundation that would stay for as long as 72 hours unless washed with water!

  Ina & Natty: AAAAAAAAAAAH! WE WANT ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

(Panicking getting more make up and putting it in their faces, bahalag di magka’dimao!)

  (A few moments after the lavatory moment..)

Dave: Hey girls!

ALL Girls: DAVE’YEL LESTER PADILLLAAAAAAAAAA!

Natty: OMG! YOU LOOK SO HANDSOME!

Ina: GOODLOOKING!

Rowena: ANGELLIC!

Zaira: MASCULINE!

Demi: Keke!

  Dave: That’s because of the t-shirt I got from HUMANE shirts. You want to look good, handsome, pretty boy, masculine, keke like me? Go buy now! Available only at Metro Colon, Cebu!

Gotta go, Im gonna buy more HUMANE Shirts now.  Fare thee well!

  ALL GIRLS; (Chasing!) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

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ThreeTwoFiveFiveMiles. <3

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Being together doesn't simply mean, holding each other's hands, kissing each other's cheek or keeping a hug after a sweet day's laugh. I believe it also means keeping whatever you both have while you still can, while you live, while you breathe & while you love despite of the DISTANCE.

Way back then, he was just this Kuya. The two years gap was a sure evidence that I should call him such. But then he refused. Haha. Facebook makes the world go round as well, aside from other things that is happening betwixt heaven and earth. I tend to look for someone who could be with me in a fake relationship status. Thought flickering.. he then presented himself as one. I even thought it was just plain as that. No attachments, merely a fake relationship status.

Request sent. Request accepted. Who would even thought that such foolish things would end up into something anew? Placed as contract, it should only last for four days, nothing more, nothing less. But then the messages was constantly sent and received. Closeness went closer than expected until we have both figured out that we liked each other.

But ofcourse, in every sunshine, one time there will be rain. And it did. He told me that things should have not gone like these.. we should get and clear up the what HE, himself called PARTNERSHIP. So I stood silent, as if I feel no hurt (because at that time, I was still denying to myself that I have fallen ;) and let him spoke..

"I like you, but it would not be good to be carried away by such feelings."

It took a few seconds before I have thought of something to write on the chatbox.. until I found myself letting out of the things I really wanted to tell him. "If you knew that these things was possible to happen, you should have.done something to stop it."

I was mad, definitely. But I never let that madness overpower my emotions. He wasn't my boyfriend, not even my suitor, and these are the things that I should be reminded of. "I know. I am sorry." Hahaha. Yeah, that was all he got to say. And I was like, "What? Seriously? Is that alllllllll?!" Expectations hurt you, yes. That's why it should be a big no-no; TO EXPECT MUCH. But no, from that point even, I wasn't expecting of anything. It was just that, I feel so secured when I talk to him.. comfortable and with him, I know I was happy :) And Poof! It became Fofo Frunch when he deactivated his account. Ugh. I hated that days. That point when all you got to do is make scribbles on paper instead of writing a story an article or any literay chuchu. Emote na kung emote but, ugh, I really can't get any literary done!

Until the next day, he messaged me by his dummy account. (Oh dibaaaa, may dummy account siya, hindi ko alam parang boba lang -.-") We then talked about things. He then asked me if I was angry and IT was likely to reply, "ISN'T THAT FREAKIN' OBVIOUS?!" (Hahaha. Maldita. Sorry.) But then I ended up answering a 'maybe'. And guess what! It ended up into another deactivation of account. (Kulang na lang nag-deact rin ako. Ang oa naaaaa :P)

After a few days.. I mean, a few.. draggy.. lazy.. days.. He activated his main account and messaged me. "My mind has always governed my heart. But what shall I do? If the only thing that goes round in my mind is you."

Awww :") Kilig much. Hahaha. Runnin.. runnin.. I'll cut to the chase..

23rd of April when I said 'yes'. Days went on, there were already big trials but the story breathed and lived again. We surpassed through it all with love. <3

But then, people asks, WHY HIM? Above all guys around the globe.. why enter a long distance relationship? Why fall for a guy with a weird curly hair? Why with a guy who knows nothing but the collection of Sherlock.Holmes and stuff :P (HAHAHA, he's a big fan) Why a guy with an ugly face? (Peace.) I even remember one guy who told me, "Look, pinaglalaban mo siya kasi mahal mo siya, right? But ate, ang ganda mo po, why him?" I was like stabbed by a knife. Does love need physical aspects to survive? And nooo, hell nooo, I am not beautiful. I am simply me. I am being me. So don't put my beauty as bases for the physical aspects of the one I love.

I fell inlove with him because it was my heart's desire.. not yours.. not them, even. Why do people only see good side of people? LOVE WAS NEVER BLIND. People only took that quote out of nowhere. You don't know him, and if you do, you don't know the loving side of him if you quickly say that. You don't know me, and if you do, you only manage to know me by name and my posts but how about everything behind it? No you don't.

But then, come to think of these things that only a few people realize.. They are the best things bestowed upon us by God.. lies on our hands is to wake up and appreciate it or keep being blinded by the black light and ignore it.

I have escaped from the black light, and I have loved this guy :) My love, my prince, my one and only, Yam, happy 1st month. :)) I know we still have lots of things to go through, apart.. but we'll keep hold of it. No matter what. :) Thankyou for always being there for me as always. Thankyou for being my heroooooo! ;) I have always dreamed of being with someone like you who'll never give up on me no matter what. And yes, me too :))) I won't give up no matter how sophisticated our situation is. I know God will guide us through :) And I don't think the first month shouldn't be celebrated like this because after all, being in a long distance relationship for a month was already a big blessing and a gift, having you was an enormous surprise. :))) Iloveyouuuuu.. I have loved you so much and I hope this love is.more than enough to survive our love. :)

Happy First Month from three two five five miles away from Brisbane, Australia with soooo muuuuuch looooooove! :* Iloveyouuuuu :))))

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The Meeting Place. (A fiction)

The Meeting Place.  - A fiction by D.B Eslit One lad, one lady, one love, apts to meet on a shady tree of mahogany as their meeting place. The time of no devices, pen & paper's at risk and when no postman available. G: I dont think I could meet you tomorrow ;( B: Why not? G: Dad's coming home from a business travel, I cant leave the house that easy. B: You would still try to meet me tomorrow, won't you? G: Yes, I'll meet you here. But if you get here before I do.. don't give up on me. I'll meet you when my chores is through.. even though, I don't know how long it'll be. But even if I won't see you, I won't stop loving you. I love you, always do.. Always will. They continued meeting on the same place.. No wonder how their relationship went strong, standing in every raging storm, just like the mahogany they have been treasuring. Hours passed, so as days, then months.. they find it hard meeting each other on a daily basis.. The girl says too many different reasons, too many different words. The lad once doubted and they argued.  Days went on that the lad was waiting under that shady tree waiting for that lady.. Several days passed, he held on to the girl's words, "If you'll get there before I do, don't give up on me. I'll meet you when my chores are through, even though, I dont know how long it'll be." Long.. Indeed, days went very long as it passed. Few days later, he saw not far from the tree where he's sitting, was the lady that his heart desires. B: I have been waiting hours and days to see you! I was afraid you wouldn't come, but I didn't give up! You see, I didn't.. G: (Coughs..) I can see that.. and I am grateful.. very grateful. (Coughs..) B: Are you sick?  The girl tend not to talk, the guy noticed his pale face.. Tears ran down the girl's eyes.. G: I have been going to the hospital, lately.. and.. B: And? .. G: I-- I am suffering from tuberculosis.. And.. I am.. I--.. I am a-about to-- B: STOP. The moment of silence killed both hearts. The girl cried till her heart's content and the guy uttered not a word.. She noticed that tears we're also running down from his cheeks as he said.. B: I'll meet you there.. up there.. wherever He wanted to take you. Thus, if you'll get there before I do.. don't give up on me.. I'll meet you when my life is through.. I don't know how long it'll be.. but between now and then, till I see you again, I'll be forever loving you.. I love you.. Always do.. Always will.

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uy, demi. may iba ka pang alam na magandang theme? :)) thnaks.

sino to? hihi. gino-google ko lang po yung akin :)

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Today Is A Gift :)

TODAY IS A GIFT

Demi Bernice D. Eslit

I walked barefooted inside His house. I took one step forward, slowly. I put my things down. I kneeled. I held my hand and prayed. As soon as I closed my eyes, it took me back to where I was seventeen years earlier. I was surrounded by soft walls which I didn’t saw but I felt. It was where I was secured, I know. I have to stay on such walls for nine months in preparation for my turn to face life’s challenges outside. Yet, from the starting line of this race, I already encountered an obstacle at a young age, the absence of a father.

Time passed that I have accepted life as it is and days went on that I have to continue my journey without a father. Thoughts went broad when I grew up wondering what my father looks like. I knew his name was Bernie Zamora and it drew a childish conclusion that he looks like a tall man with tanned complexion, with a big tummy just like my grandfather’s, and a nose just like mine since Mama told me that my nose looks like his. My thoughts even went broader when I received a Christmas card from him which stood as the first and the last one I have received. It was a brown colored paper with a cover that had a drawing of a cherry twig with nine cherries on it with a text that says, “Daughter, you’re one of God’s nicest gifts.” I still can’t read and understand English that time so Mama had to read it for me and even translate it in vernacular. It said:

“Dearest Bernice, I know this time, you don’t know how to read yet but someday you’ll do. Although distance would be a great factor for our gap, I would like you to know, my girl that I do care. I hope you understand that I could not support you completely this time but someday, time will tell, we could be together. Hopefully, that time I could let you understand it all. Indeed, I haven’t seen you yet but I love you, baby girl. Merry Christmas! I hope the Santa of the above grant your Christmas wishes!”

By that card, I wondered what emotions were drawn to him by our distance. It never occurred to me that I would like to see him though because that time, I was surrounded with full love by the five people who loved me so much. I am fixed with love but, there is still this longing that my heart desires. Unequivocally, I am a child who’s confused of what it’s like to have a father who’ll hold you high in a green field while playing and a child who longs to hold his father’s hand while walking in the world’s greenest pastures.

I was ten when my Mama found a man who’s willing to fix what my Dad broke, my mother’s happiness, my own happiness and a complete happy family that we both wished for. He accepted me, treated me like his own and made me & Mama happy. His love and care made an extraordinary feeling that my Mama and I never felt before. That was the time where I knew how it felt to have a father and my stepdad made a new road for us three.

This is not the end of the longing though, having my stepfather was a gift but I was still searching on the road that I have never drove on and that was meeting my true dad. Six years later, I turned sixteen and found out that my father was working on the same city where I was. I made my very best to look for a way to meet him and thank God, my grandmother helped me in doing so. Fate made everything work on the 21st of January 2011 at my grandmother’s house that I met him. But mind you, it wasn’t what I had expected. He brought his new family with him, his wife and his son. It was never like the movies or the things you see on the screens that the father and her daughter cry. No. It was one simple “hi” and “hello” like he was just one stranger and we were never related to each other. After an hour or two, they went home. How simple was that? This made me realize that everything is too late for us two. I was expecting a “they lived happily ever after” theme and what I witnessed was worse. I pondered that this should be the time that I should let go of the past and keep on moving forward.

You long for people at times but you won’t notice that God already filled those longing, and I believe it was my stepdad. You need to take a detour and accept the things that you can’t alter. Anyway, what matters most is what you chose to today. It took an address of the age-old adage, “Yesterday is a history, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift, that’s why it is called PRESENT.”

So then, who do you choose to be today?

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A.O Pesirla's Musings: A Door to Philippine Literature's Difference

A.O. Pesirla’s Musings: A Door To Philippine Literature’s Difference

An Orator’s Point Of View

Demi Bernice D. Eslit

                 From the medieval times when English Literature has started, to the Renaissance, to the 17th and 18th century up until now, the art of oral & written English literature has never failed to move people through its intertextuality and fascinating beauty through words all throughout the world. Its birth gave rise to different authors, writers and playwrights that have been an instrument to establish to young minds the beauty that is within the English Literature.

            It has been defined and stated according to studies that English Literature is a literature written in English language, but to go beyond it is to lift the English Literature to the next level, to emerge the to the other literatures.

            Philippine Literature in English reveals the spirit of the Filipino. Gradually, this literature has learned to express the deepest of human experiences in words that create memorable images. All throughout the American Regime where some of the first promising plays started, specifically, Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow by Aurelio Tolentino, “Tanikalang Ginto” by Juan Abad, “Walang Sugat” by Severino Reyes and other playwrights with their plays that promoted nationalism & independence marked the start of the Philippine Literature’s rise. From the English literature that afterwards been colonized by the Spaniards that provoked the Spanish Literature, the Filipinos opened a new journey for Philippine Literature that also gave rise to local Philippine Literatures such as the Tagalog Literature, the Pampango Literature & the Visayan Literature.

            The essence of studying literature is to preserve what our country has. By preserving such, the significance of being a Filipino & living in the realms of Philippine Literature will be benchmarked. Moreover, it has been said that whatever nationality you are it is always very important to study the literature of your country. In doing so you are not only learning about the historical aspects of your land, but you are also keeping alive the thoughts, beliefs and cultural variations of your ancestors that differentiate your country from the rest of the world. 

            The difference that one playwright makes is to modify the different styles of plays and put it altogether in one extraordinary play as depicted in Dr. Pesirla’s Musings.

            His play represented the ongoing intrigues of the English literature by the three poets, namely, Joe, Bill Shakespeare & Nichomedes Joaquin of different poetic structures, (Sonnets, Allegorism & Lyricism), that was certainly drawn as the subject and the theme of the said play.

            The play being multi-lingual highlighted its own difference from any other local plays that has been done. In four different languages, English, Cebuano, Tagalog & Spanish, the play left the audience intrigued & amazed by its different style of expression and delivery.

            The three poets, perfectly dressed & looked like the real poets delivered such lines with conviction, good voice modulation and adequate pronunciation of words which filled the whole room that also, moved the audiences to their seats. On the other hand, the Muses, named after the poetic structures the poets write, Lyrica (for Lyricism), Allegora (for Allegorism), and Sonnetta (for Sonnets), established a flirtatious image of a Muse complemented the shrill sound they’re uttering that perhaps, fits their flirty image instead of having a more modulated & bold voice for a Muse.

            The expression & delivery of such artists left the audience thrilled & intrigued by the subjects they presented such as, searching for Mr. WH, that was allegedly said to be the writer of sonnets that moved not female beloveds but male beloveds begging for sexual favors, guessed by Sonnetta as William Herbert, William Hathaway, William Hallgates, William Harrison until they reached Henry Walker but it ended up to William Himself. Also for searching the Dark Lady, of black colored hair & of fair skin that was allegedly said to be the inspiration of Bill Shakespeare of his sonnets which remained an intrigue that wasn’t guessed by Bill’s Muse.

            On the other hand, Nick Joaquin and Allegora had mentioned the readers who remained to be reading literatures that never comprehended what they were reading. It took into an address of the age-old adage, “Bato bato sa langit, tamaan ‘wag magalit.” which most of the audience agreed that some of them are the ones that Nick & Allegora was referring to.

              On the last scene of the play, it was benchmarked that the Filipino poesy collectively emerges to postmodernist MUSINGS, or clearly defined as, "an elegant tapestry of quotations, musings, aphorisms, and autobiographical reflections" (James Atlas), or a product of contemplation or a thought.

 Therefore, the Philippine literature should never be defined as an infamous insular for Filipino playwrights can make a difference, a new twist betwixt two different literatures and lift the literature to another level of greatness. It is gradual. It is changing. It is growing. Thus, Filipino playwrights can outstand and make a change as depicted by Dr. A.O Pesirla’s play, Musings.

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Photography: A Way of Life with Timothy Dueñas ;]

Photography, for me is a way of life. It exists not only as a platform for creative expression, but more importantly as a means to capture and preserve every little thing this beautiful world has to offer.

- Timothy Dueñas

    A twenty-three year old guy of Manila, Philippines who was once just a point-and-shoot picture taker found himself on the heart of photography which now he considers his way of life.

  When & how did you start photography?

I started practicing photography during high school using a digital point-and-shoot and a cellphone with a built-in camera. One day I come to realize I am fond of taking photographs of anything and anyone, so whenever I am given the chance to, I would just do it. 

  What’s your secret behind your best shots?

I do not know if there really are secrets but most of the time, I do not plan when to have those best shots. I practice the 'spur-of-the-moment' type of capturing moments during events and travels and that is usually when I can come up with good takes.

  What do you think is the most important element of photography?

In my opinion, it is the idea behind the photograph that is most relevant. Substance is a key element in photography. Good photographs are not simply pleasing aesthetically, but are capable of communicating a message.

  If there’s one life lesson that you have learned because of photography, what is it?

Through photography, I was able to see that life has so much in it. Even in the absence of striking colors, you will still be able to see expression, creativity and emotion. In photography, you can do anything as long as you have imagination and the will power to do it. As much as I can, I try to do the same with my life.

  What characteristics or qualities should a photographer possess?

A photographer is someone who is passionate and driven. More than the creativity and having the 'eye' for photography is the enthusiasm for always learning something new. He is a storyteller that knows when and how to capture the perfect moment.

  What is in photography that you find difficult to handle/do?

The difficult part in doing photography is that is takes up a lot of time and effort to come up with good works. But that is the same thing for any endeavour in life.

  What would be your best piece of advice for aspiring photographers?

Try to learn as much as you can. There are a lot of means to do that, and while you do, practice whatever it is you have acquired. Accept criticisms and always continue what you love to do. Pursue and protect your aspirations and find the joy in doing them. 

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Little (Poem)

Little

Demi Bernice Eslit

  Little, I do but little, I don’t,

Like the black sky of the night rippled with studs of stars

Scintillates this place of stillness & forlorn.

Behind this ravenous scenery I do see, it reminds me,

The black eyes of a guy behind the bars,

A lovelorn criminal shot by Eros’

  Little, I do but little, I don’t,

Like the drip drops of the rain on the roof top.

The impulse to reminisce that very day,

The ragged look that cheapened the city’s array

That uncut beard & unfixed dark brown hair

And the masculine physique who caused a sudden irregular heartbeat

Took me by the hand, hid me & himself betwixt two skyscrapers

Introduced his house, the palace of garbage dumps

  Little, I do but little, I don’t

Like the sound of the cars that pass by.

That afternoon he took me under rotten plywood

Commanded to listen to everything that’s around.

The roar of these engines he call his alarm clock,

The shriek of the wheel scrapes was his rooster.

  Little, I do but little, I don’t

Like the dark clouds that divides the sweet periwinkle ones.

The love-deprived pointed the division

Compared it to a person’s character depth, good & bad

Added even, negatives occur through positive reasons.

The broken smiles adorn his face, sprinkled with innocence,

That overawed a lady next to him.

  Little, I do but little, I don’t

Like the nuisance of police sirens with its red & blue flickering lights.

The rain stopped, the frantic actions commenced,

Told me to believe on what he said,

Portended, “Amn’t permitted to fall but I might,

Neither in black holes nor traps in the night,

But in the charm of your eyes of delight,

Myself I will jeopardize to break one rule & fight,

I apt to discern what’s good & right,

Though for now, I’ll go to flight.”

  Little, I do but little, I don’t

Like the royal blue uniform that enrapture my eyes, stood in front of me.

The sudden ask with a drawn sketch of the lovelorn,

Said the old man in blue, “Robbed the bank on last night’s grim

That him with a bad scheme.”

  Little, I do but little, I don’t

Like the flow of rivers as my tear did last spring.

There was I, unlocked a beauty behind an illegitimate.

He who shared a thought to ponder,

He who enthralled my discreet soul,

An illegitimate.

A lovelorn.

A guy.

Little, I do but little, I don’t,

Love that guy behind bars.

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Behind The Lens with Gerry Nelson :)

“For me, it’s about playing with light to capture a slice of life – a frozen moment in time. It’s also a way for me to show people where and I live and what I love about it.”

          Photography — truth be told, it’s one broad word that goes with a good camera and a good scenery to give birth to the what we call, “photographic art”. But Mr. Gerry Nelson, a photographer in Melbourne, Australia believed that it’s not the real definition of what photography is. There’s a lot more thing about it and it doesn’t take a click of a camera to benchmark what is really behind the lens.

When & how did you start photography?

I started taking photos seriously last year after his friend ‘gently pushed’ me into getting a proper camera.

   What’s your secret behind your best shots?

It’s hard for me to say which my best shots are but the one thing all my shots have is common is that they move me in some way. If they don’t make me feel something then I get rid of them. There really are no secrets, just keep taking lots of photos, accept feedback from people you trust and try to incorporate that. We’re all going down the same path, some are just further down the road.

  What do you think is the most important element of photography?

Composition – the way things are arranged in a photo. As the person behind the lens, you have an opportunity to control this. Have the idea in mind even before you pick up the camera.

  If there’s one best lesson that you have learned in photography, what is it?

 It’s not all about the equipment, it’s about the person operating it.

    What characteristics or qualities should a photographer possess?

 Patience, a willingness to learn, a good eye and the ability to be honest with yourself.

  What would be your best piece of advice for aspiring photographers?

 Learn to use your camera outside the Auto mode and take LOTS of photos. Have fun!

Truly, it doesn’t require a good equipment. What matters most is how you see and perceive things, how you appreciate the beauty that it has within and lastly, how you believe in the your thoughts & make them come to life by every click of your camera. So then, Mr. Gerry Nelson,  a 44 year-old photographer in Melbourne, Australia is one exceptional man behind the lens :)

GO TO ; gezzaseyes.tumblr.com -

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My favorites :)

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Landscapes photographed by my dad :)

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My stepdad is actually an Events Photographer & we have this small photography business in the Philippines for Portraits, Weddings, Landscapes & etc and I'll be uploading it because I'm the one who did the layouts & for advertising purposes too. :)

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The Cattleman's Adopted Family (a book by Barbara Hannay)

At the launch party organized by Amy Ross, an exceptional woman with an exceptional physique, was a sudden rush of police looking for her informing her that her best friend  Rachel Tyler, was found dead on a car accident on her way to that very launch. Now, since she is Rachel's "next to kin", she has to take the responsibility of little Bella, the two-year-old baby left by Rachel, whom Rachel declared as a daughter of a rich cattleman, Seth Reardon.

The PROLOGUE. Oh, yes. The prologue. The first part that you have to do to be able to hook your readers is to have a great & enticing prologue and truth be told, I was definitely enticed. Barbara Hannay emphasized the details and it was like I am in to that very scene where Amy Ross was. I felt like I'm also invited to that party sharing the shock & grim in every guest's eyes and also the feeling of being terrified. I even caught myself asking, "Police?! Oh, for crying out loud! Why would there be a police? Is this Amy Ross who's considered to be an exceptional woman a criminal or a gangster?" And oh, for crying out loud, I was mistaken, she was actually searched by this old man in blue for her bestfriend was found dead.

The romance that was brought by Barbara Hannay on the story was marvelous. The romantic scenes during Seth & Amy's first kiss was very much detailed that it gave me goose bumps. LOL. It also brought me into another world that I didn't even notice that our professor dismissed us early & my friend poked me, "Hey! Dismissals? Hello? You aware?" and yes, I stood up & walked still with this book on my hand. READING WHILE WALKING :D And mind you, it's not the first time that I was poked by a friend because of pouring my heart on this book! Twice, I believe. (Or even thrice if I've lost count!)

Nevertheless, I found the epilogue not that interesting as the prologue was. (And I should not spread what the epilogue is! Hahahaha, you should figure out yourself! READ IT!) But in general, oh, I ended up craving for a guy like Seth Reardon. Nyum! But I doubt if there's still a guy like him left in this world. Ugh.

If I were to decipher a lesson that I have learned by this book, it would be the "EAGERNESS TO TRUST LOVE & DESTINY", if both of you are meant to be, it will be. Let fate decide :)

To Barbara Hannay,

I'm dying to be like you, an author who pours herself into her piece that inspires people & brings them into that very scene they're reading. Hope I'll be, SOON.

[princess-posts]

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No words needed.

by princess-posts.tumblr.com

[theredmargaux]

Oh, vintage <3 Gives me goosebumps. 

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Russian Red Photo & Retouch by Rodrigo Adonis Make Up & Hair by Victor Moya

by Rodrigo Adonis  (rodrigoadonis-photography.tumblr.com)

[theredmargaux]

The blood red lipstick was a great touch :)

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WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

I can't remember actually! HAHAHA ;]

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Original write up. Ah, tiring -.-