But I wish every one a Happy Valentines, nonetheless. I'm happy, and I've been happy for a good seven months. Everyday with my adorable boyfriend is Valentines day. And I know there will be more to come. I'll laugh about my first Valentines with Enzo in the future... but as of now, I just want to get this over and done with.

I'm turning 21 in twelve days. I can say goodbye to saying "I am two decades old", and finally start saying "I can gamble!". Not that I'm planning to gamble or anything, It's just good to know I don't have to stay at home the next time my family decides on having a trip to Vegas.

I remember crying on my 20th birthday a year ago, because I felt old and everything far from extraordinary. I hope I don't cry this year for another shallow reason, but I probably will. It's that one day of the year where I have every right to be, anyway. But, seriously speaking, if I cry, I hope it will be out of utmost joy that I am finally happy and going somewhere in life. 21 will be a better year. I know it.

My parents are coming over to the apartment next week in time for my dental surgery. And they're finally sending me a car. Yes, you heard it right. The spoiled brat who got her Macbook Pro, her own apartment and a Canon DSLR, also happens to be getting a car. Truth be told, I'm not going to be using it so much, since I have this irrational fear of driving around Manila. (Buses here scare me.) And I also realized I have never driven alone before. So, if anything, we'll be using that car when the family is in town... or when Enzo is coding... or when Bea and I want to go to Greenhills. Bea is a much better driver than I am.

I hired a professional cleaner to... ugh, clean... the apartment today, and it looks a million times better. How I miss having a maid to do all of this for me, and I wouldn't have to worry about dishing 400 pesos once she's done. Once you live alone, you end up missing the simple things like that.

I think I've hit an ultimate low when it comes to being bored on a Sunday. Though I was completely productive, I can't help but feel fucking bored. Perez Hilton and Bryanboy are even starting to bore me.

I'm glad I was able to blog though. I used to update this on a regular basis, but now I find it quite rare. This is all for now. Until next time...

Thank you, Raleene Cabrera, for using me as your guinea pig. I really like how these photos came out. We ought to do another shoot... this time, of the two of us. Self-timer, here we go!
 

A lot of firsts for me in this shoot. This was my first time to photograph my bestfriend, Vanna... and she really surprised me! I like her face. I like that she has distinct features. It's sharp, but subtle at the same time-- if that makes ANY sense at all. She was also a real trooper by going along with my crazy ideas, even if some of them didn't make sense to anyone but me. I told her to lie down in the grass, sit on flimsy tires, travel all the way to the south-- and she never complained, not once! Thank you for posing for me, Vee. You're an awesome model!

Oh, and this is first time for me to photograph in color. Yes, I finally did it! I finally decided I was brave enough. I realized though that editing colored pictures is much more intense as opposed to editing monochromatic ones. (Duh, I know.) This was most definitely more of a challenge, but I honestly enjoyed every minute I spent tweaking each photo. I feel all these random creative juices running through my veins right now!
 

I can't wait for my next photoshoot. I need more ideas though, more inspiration. I want to do something that really stands out from the ordinary. I need something original, and creative. Gahhhh, I'll think of something. If anyone is interested to help me out, let me know. :-)