Day 250: Muji Pens

I love my Muji pens.  I had hoped to collect all colors, however, I do not think that it would be possible.  There's just too many colors to choose from.  It's almost as if they want you to get broke trying to complete the set. :P

Day 215: Blurring the Colors

I have to admit, I'm still trying to get back to my normal groove.  It's a little hard to let go of my vacation hangover when it's raining like there's no more tomorrow.

The pencils, by the way, is a gift from a colleague.  Sort of like a pasalubong, which is interesting for me, because the trainer who gave this to me is American and they find the concept of pasalubong a bit trivial.

Day 145: Unwritten

My journal since 2007.  My mother gave it to me as a moving out gift.  If there is such a thing.

This was supposed to chronicle my life since I started living on my own.  I have diligently kept a journal ever since I was eight.  It's interesting that I am not sure where the other volumes are anymore.  Unfortunately, I haven't written much of my thoughts for some time, even when I have enough to write about in the last four years.  I know, I should have filled this with entries to the last page, but it's just so much more difficult to write in this age.  The last entry was dated January of this year.  I haven't written anything in it since.  I didn't have the time, but that doesn't mean I neither had the inclination.  Hopefully, I can devote more time being able to put my thoughts on paper.  Sure, I have this blog, however, there is something about journal writing that allows you to put more things in perspective.  Maybe because it takes you slower to write things down than to type them.  It allows you more time for introspection.

I guess it makes sense that this is the song that goes with it: Unwritten (Natasha Bedingfield)

Day 37: In Color

When I said I should look into taking more pictures in color, the first subject that came to mind were really my colored pens.  You cannot possibly get more colorful than this.  Twenty-four colors to be exact.  Such images just gives you happy thoughts. 

I've always loved the mystery of grayscale.  I think more with black and white images because it leaves the colors to the imagination.  It probably tells you how grayscale my imagination is.  Maybe because I equate colorful to optimist, and I wasn't always exactly a silver-lining kind of girl.  During the last couple of years, though, I have moved towards being more optimistic.  Ive learned that if you want life to give you gray and melancholic images, it will give you that.  And as much as I love the classic black and white, I think I would prefer to look back and get lost in the technicolor phase.  In twenty-four colors, if you may.