The Catastrophe Waitress

I Wished For A Day

2012-01-19T19:46:00.000+08:00

All taken on roll of expired film on a very old camera on a day when I felt like my heart would burst just by being part of a universe. Puppies. Nothing could ever make me any happier. Little girl dancing by herself in a cafe on a slow day. Best seat in the house for high tide.

Sleepyhead Wakes Up

2012-01-09T15:15:00.000+08:00

My newly painted toes match the startlingly blue sky and the cool mountain lake below!

Being Pensive

2011-11-22T11:42:00.007+08:00

Surf's Up!

2011-11-15T18:21:00.000+08:00

For the boy and all those waiting to meet and ride their own wave.

Life By The Sea Temple

2011-11-09T16:45:00.000+08:00

Though Tanah Lot Temple is one of the most sacred Hindu sites in the island of Bali, it is also quite the tourist spot. The temple sits on a large formation on the coast of Tabanan. It is one of the seven sea temples around the Balinese coast and is by far, the most photographed. Legend has it that the temple is surrounded by poisonous sea snakes to guard it from evil spirits and intruders. I

Early Morning Walk

2011-11-08T14:00:00.002+08:00

It was pretty early out and I decided to walk around this village a few miles shy of Mt. Merapi, Indonesia's most active volcano. I was going uphill and this elderly woman was walking down, presumably to make her way to the town market. I saw her already when I looked up and she was walking the steep slope down. I thought she looked quite regal as the early morning sun cast a soft glow on her

Sunday Brunch

2011-10-02T15:21:00.000+08:00

Guess what came with my brekkie tray this morning! Marc insisted on being a pirate.. I insisted back that I should be a ninja next time on Legoland weekends. Although, I must admit the girl mini-fig was rather cute, so I guess it's ok.

Strange Cities:Views From A Hostel Window

2011-09-22T18:04:00.004+08:00

The first thing I ever do after getting into any hostel room is open its windows... well, if there'd be any, at all. Spread out below me would be new territory waiting to be walked in and to get lost in. It could be priceless, downright strange, or I could be staring straight into another wall. ... and much like Forrest Gump's proverbial box of chocolates -- you never know what you're gonna get

Little Girl On An Empty Street

2011-09-21T18:33:00.000+08:00

2011-09-01T13:59:00.000+08:00

Ooops... I Did It Again (Or, the Tale of the Little Anarchist)

2011-08-23T18:36:00.000+08:00

I didn't know when I started feeding my own inner anarchist. Well, not anarchist anarchist, mind you. I haven't burnt a flag nor taunted a police offer nor as much as hurled a cherry bomb (Okay, I take that back, I did hurl a tiny explosive, well more like a very small firecracker, really, onto the jeepney of an annoying neighbor with my cousin when we were about 8. The girlish scream of the

All Cold On The Waterfront

2011-08-19T00:12:00.002+08:00

Not Even The Trees

2011-08-14T20:20:00.001+08:00

Did a bit of walking in order to do some writing. It was a fine, gray day, damp with a threat of rain and cold enough for me to wrap a scarf around. I almost wished there was a nearby moor where I could traipse in and yell, "Heathcliffffff!" But no moors. Just naked trees slightly swinging against the somber sky.

Today Is A Fairy Tale

2011-08-09T19:20:00.002+08:00

If only all shoe stores would have these, I'd be the happiest gnome on earth!

Tired Feet, Cold Feet, Brave Feet

2011-08-06T12:34:00.000+08:00

I do believe I could be a real freak sometimes. Well not really. Some people do this too, you know, take stupid pictures of their feet. Heee...!!

A Day To End All Days

2011-08-04T19:17:00.000+08:00

I've seen many a beautiful, soul-hurt, breathtaking sunsets in my life. Today's, just as lovely.. certainly one that will be a favorite memory. I hope in the end of (my) days, it would be just like today's. That kind where the sky subtly shifts, throws shadows, and then burns the sky quietly in pink, then orange, and explodes in magnificent shades of yellow until it peacefully fades away into

My Life As A Stray Dog

2011-07-29T11:51:00.001+08:00

My grandfather once told me that dogs can't see color. I felt kind of sad. I can't imagine not seeing color. Color meant so much life. So I pretended I was a stray dog and roamed around for a bit.

Catch Of The Day

2011-07-21T19:43:00.004+08:00

Catching a bunch of kids with the catch of the day.

2011-07-08T16:51:00.000+08:00

"You're so different." I don't know why I get that all the time. I always thought I'm just like everyone else. I like dogs, bungy jumping, the smell of baking bread, caffeine, books, photographs like most people. I guess maybe I'm just everyone's recessive trait.

Today

2011-07-06T14:36:00.004+08:00

Swirling Through Pinholes

2011-07-01T17:11:00.001+08:00

With my new Diana Mini hanging jauntily around my neck, I stepped through my front door with much vigor like Don Quixote taking to the windmills. Anything that moves, sitting still, or just about anything that's within frame could be a masterpiece. The thing with pinhole cameras, you really don't expect much and you'd be lucky to get good enough shots in a roll. So after standing giddily at the

Life In 50 Hours

2011-06-15T17:39:00.000+08:00

Life is made up of moments and just enough film to capture it. Lazy afternoon spent in Nagtabon Beach -- a secluded stretch of white sand and pristine waters an hour outside Puerto Princesa, Palawan by motorbike. Writing my name on shores is a compulsion. Perhaps it's the knowledge of tides and how they take everything back to sea. Stuffing backpacks in the shadows. Slow boat ride to

Nietzsche

2011-05-06T11:35:00.000+08:00

Reposted from TheCuriousBrain

Chasing Shadows in Nepal..

2011-04-24T13:21:00.002+08:00

"Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose." -- Walt Whitman, Song of The Open Road On most mornings, these children would be just outside their house playing or helping in the garden. We'd never fail to greet each other "Namaste" before going off for the day's adventures. Kirtipur is a sleepy

Book Of Why Pt. 48

2011-01-06T16:14:00.000+08:00

Why do we always give a part of ourselves that we know someone can break?