Apparently, Man Ray wasn't just Mermaid Man's archenemy.

He was also a photographer. Great creative concepts never fail to make my knees go weak.

Tears.

a portrait of Berenice Abbott, ca. 1920s

Kiki de Montparnasse immortalized in El Violin de Ingres.

Inspiration Board: Dream Café ++

When I first saw a picture of Le Dome (Paris), I knew I wanted to establish a café of my own. While watching Moulin Rouge might have influenced my big love for all things French, the vintage feel + awesome architecture of this establishment was enough to win me over. It also stood witness to the unfolding of la Belle Époque, Christian and Satine's Bohemian era. So here's a post dedicated to all things vintage, and Parisian.

Le Dome way back then.

Le Dome in 2008.

The elephant really existed! Moulin Rouge, 1920s.

What could be more exotic than that? :)) Read more about the elephant here. :)

6pm on a Sunday is not a good time for thinking life over. Or is it?

Today I realized a few things:

1. I'm desperate to color something with a nice layout. Grngh. I miss WebDev, and I regret not being awesome at it.
2.  How awesome it is to be around Pisay people again. </3
3. I need to do something creative.
4. The hardest thing about moving on is realizing that the other person has moved on too. :))
5. I really feel the need to use these colors somewhere:

I dare you to make a poem or story out of the color names here! Comment mo na lang. :>

Sooo. I am currently reliving my dreams of becoming a graphics designer.
<commencing epic space-out session>

BUT! Before I completely space out, a bit about last night :>

RO-ANNE'S DEBUT! It was fun! Til we got to the part where her contacts solution started irritating her eye so much that the debut had to end early so that she could go to the hospital. :( I hope she's doing well now, though. [-o<

It was great to see Pisay people again! I was on a happiness high, which could probably explain my happy colors. We headed over to McDonald's [and brought the party there]. Had an epic moment involving Dexter and the McDo Counter Girl (MCG). :> :))) Dex ordered a double caramel sundae. The waitress handed her a spoon instead of a teaspoon.

Dex: Uhm, pwede pahingi ng maliit na kutsara?

MCG: Eh sir, malaki po sundae nyo eh.

=)))))))))))))))))))

NGA PALA! First date ever ko rin last night. Three F words would best sum up this lifetime milestone :

FUDGE FRIES FUN
:>

Thank you so much, Nino! You make dreams come true. Ahihihihihi. :"> =)))))))) So here's that epic people-breaking-into-song sequence we've always been dreaming of. :>

So there. :)

<really commencing epic space-out session>

Expectations versus Reality.

Before I start with the hardcore emo approach, let's go the comic way first.

If you're sad, please don't read the rest of this entry. It'll only make you sadder (and it'd be my fault, too). :( But if you're feeling brave (or happy) enough, then by all means dive right in.

PART ONE: Setting the Mood

1) Play the video below.

2) Try to get the feel of the song as you listen.

3) Keep it playing as you read.

PART TWO:  The (Poetic) Rant

Do you know how awesome this song is? It strikes the fulfilled AND regretful chords all at the same time. That's how all this sadness was triggered. Tsk tsk.

I've realized that disappointment and contentment has been influencing my palettes lately (aside from the occasional burst of pink), and I kinda find that sad. Like, 500-Days-of-Summer sad. And on some (MOST) days it's really not the best thing. :( I can't really cry 'cause I'm too tired and exhausted (I find myself having fatigue for breakfast on most days), but there's something inside that wants to be let out. Problem is I really don't think I have the energy (or the time) to really let it all out.

          Expectations-------------> Reality. Palette poetry. :>

It's depressing when you can't meet the expectations of society, but what's more depressing is when you can't meet your own. And that's what's been making me 'cry' for quite some time now (notice the 'crying deep down' tag). A part of me keeps saying I never really achieve, I do a so-and-so job and leave it at that. Now the parade of if-only's go round and round my head: taunting me, haunting me, rocking me to sleep each night.

PART THREE: Closing Remarks

Listening to this song, I get the feeling of letting something so good (probably great beyond my wildest imagination) slip away right before my very eyes, without even trying to hold on to it. I simply let it walk out the door, I let the fire die out. I failed.

So there. It's that feeling you get when you listen to this song: the feeling of love and loss, dreams and disappointments, expectations and reality. And no matter how lyrical and poetic it all sounds, the emptiness it leaves behind is once again something beyond my vocabulary.

It's that song from that sad movie

So I didn't get exempted.  Can you say brokenhearted?

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There, I said it.

I've gotten into that senti-emo mood again, the same mood you get from watching (500) Days of Summer. :/ But I just don't want to stress myself out anymore. I missed. Maybe it's enough to accept that fact.

It's a bittersweet brand of sadness, one I have't really known quite so well as to explain completely. But here's a palette for you, which (I think) explains my feelings waaay better than my vocabulary can.

Did you recognize the sad part of the palette instantly?

Being a colornerd helps me soothe my feelings. It's a big thing in times when I'm not fluent enough with real human lingo. :))

Dream with me. :)

Someday I'll find you.

I'll look into your eyes and realize that's where I want to stay forever. You'd hold my hand and tell me everything's gonna be okay. Hugs would be heaven on earth.

We would dream underneath the fluffiest clouds, too, the way Carl and Ellie had done. We'd get married and find our dream house: something cozy and not too expensive, with a backyard to make memories in. No worries if it doesn't have a white picket fence, we would make any ol' place a great home, with lots of laughter and love.

We'd treat weekends like special holidays. We would share life's little pleasures together: good movies and great music and tons of MnMs. And oh, sundaes too, no matter what day it is. Come Monday morning you'd hit the snooze button and I'd make your morning coffee, and life would still be great, despite the fact that it is Monday morning.

So someday I'll find you. Good things, after all, take (a great deal of) time. :)

Sad Sundays.

We all cry over these scenes: someone ends up with their best friend and everything goes swell until something goes wrong and leaves a big, gaping hole in their life. And then things start to fall apart, and you hafta be in a Pixar movie to have a happy ending. :(