Studio Friday: Prized Possession

To tell you honestly, all these years I have been so uncomfortable with my creativity. Many times, I always kept my drawings or anything that I have created or done. Although I have encountered so many competitions, I never gave myself the chance to join any of them. It is only now that I have decided to go back to the path I really belong....My only prized possessions in my life are those in the pictures. All of them are precious to me. Although one of them is not really the real prize I have received which is the crystal mug. The real one, I gave away to my boyfriend that time but did not gave it back to me when we broke up. That crystal mug creates the sound of a beer when poured if you make a toast with another mug. I won it as a prize together with other goodies when I was working as a sales agent in an underwear company. We were asked to help by writing 2 or 3 sentences to use for the logo advertisement. It turned out that they liked what I have written and gave me a prize. I lost track of what happened or rather if what I have written was really used in the advertisement.The drawings and cards where given to me by my nieces all these years I have been away from them and also the bracelet. The stone was given to me by my mom and the trophy was from the hospital where I have worked before.

Studio Friday: My Favorite Book

Came across "Studio Friday" just today. It’s a nice idea Tine-Congratulations and Best Wishes! My first entry is my first prayer favorite book! I was thinking of submitting it for the next topic which is “Prize Possession” but it is also a book so I might as well submit it to My Favorite Book topic. My prayer book is like a prize that I have won….I have found it just outside the church while my mom was buying a balloon for me, but I felt that I was the only one and nobody else around…. It was standing on the side window of the door waiting to be found. My mom have wrote down my name and the date on the first page. The date was December 21. I was still very little and I was so amazed of the drawings on the cover and those inside. I only began understanding everything when I also started learning how to read.... The prayer book is entitled A Spiritual Nosegay(nosegay-meaning A small bunch of flowers; a bouquet)and arranged for little children. It was published in Belgium.

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a blogger forever

I was really down and out during the time I decided to start this blog. Some months before that, I was crying and talking to myself. A lot of things have been going on in my head, in my life and the moment I was writing my first post. I told myself, it is time for me to let everything out and not just to another person or to my husband but, to anyone who would come across my blog. Later on, I realized that age really changes everything in me. I sat down in front of the computer one morning to write down how disappointed I was, only to find out that I cannot publish it. There are still a lot of things that I have not the courage to tell the whole world. I don't want to struggle in forcing myself to do it, because I know I will be alright later on. And I did, but something else came up again and then was gone, and then something new again but my blogging is not getting anywhere. ... One more thing is that my headache is crippling me most of the time. But, I have found time to practice my creativity in photography and drawing the stories in my past which makes me glad....and that's how I decided to keep it and continue blogging. I would surely be happy to reach my 100 days and more.  

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handmade bag

How disappointed I was when I had received the package my bestfriend have send to me. The package had a hole which looks like it was torn intentionally. She had send to me a nice pair of white and orange cardigan and a beautiful long neclace with brown stone and a handmade bag in which the handle was broken. It was wrapped carefully in the package that I don't see how it could be ruined. I took pictures of it so my friend can complain and maybe they can return the price of the bag to her. She was also disappointed and at the same time was glad, and she told me that it was sweet of me to take the pictures and the thought about complaining, but the problem was she has no free time in the weekdays to go to the post office. I called her after a week and, I told her that I have already glued together the handles and just need to buy some paint to make it more nicer.