Been loving this old song by Bea Wain called Heart And Soul. Please listen to it while scrolling through the photographs taken by yours truly :)
Kelvin here,
signing off.
Friday, July 28, 2017
Thursday, July 20, 2017
Photo Journal : The Playground and The Tennis Court
Find myself getting more interested in portrait photography more than ever! The art of capturing someone's essence in a single photo is very addictive (not saying that I am a pro. Heck, I'm not even sure if I have ever done that before.) I was very lucky because one of my senior back at high school and volunteering days was kind enough to let me take pictures of her! Her name is Dwike and I always admire her passion in community service and social work. She is also very energetic almost every time I meet her (don't know how she manages to do that.) She's just an all around fun girl to be with~
So I guess what better way to show that than a photoshoot at a playground? And that's exactly what we did! (though later we also took a few shots at the tennis court nearby.) As usual, constructive criticism is very welcomed! :)
AAAANNDDD FOR THE LAST PICTURE:
HAHAHA. you know, being a (self-proclaimed) photographer, you don't always get your picture taken a lot. It's usually the other way. And I guess the sun and the light are very beautiful that I just need to have at least one picture 😛
Anyway, this is not all of the picture we have taken. I figure that it would be very weird to have one super long post full of pictures so do wait for part 2! (also still trying to figure out how to make picture slideshows for the blog.)
After the photoshoot, we had a very late lunch at Noodle Inc. It was v good :) (partly because I didn't pay for it. But I promise I'll pay you back ASAP Mbak Ke!!)
See you on the next post!
Kelvin here,
Signing off.
So I guess what better way to show that than a photoshoot at a playground? And that's exactly what we did! (though later we also took a few shots at the tennis court nearby.) As usual, constructive criticism is very welcomed! :)
AAAANNDDD FOR THE LAST PICTURE:
HAHAHA. you know, being a (self-proclaimed) photographer, you don't always get your picture taken a lot. It's usually the other way. And I guess the sun and the light are very beautiful that I just need to have at least one picture 😛
Anyway, this is not all of the picture we have taken. I figure that it would be very weird to have one super long post full of pictures so do wait for part 2! (also still trying to figure out how to make picture slideshows for the blog.)
After the photoshoot, we had a very late lunch at Noodle Inc. It was v good :) (partly because I didn't pay for it. But I promise I'll pay you back ASAP Mbak Ke!!)
See you on the next post!
Kelvin here,
Signing off.
Monday, July 10, 2017
Quote of The Day
"Never regret love, darlings. No matter how blind, it improved your vision. No matter how foolish, it made you wiser. And no matter how generous, it made your more."
-Nicoline Patricia Malina
-Nicoline Patricia Malina
Reasoning Love.
I'm so used to your schedule I find myself waking up in the middle of the night for nothing. "What the f" I murmur to myself. Those were usually the times when you'll reply my messages. If you want to, that is. Don't know why I think I need to stay up late just so I can text you back right away but that's just what love does, right?
Yeah. You wouldn't even care.
What do you do when you give everything you have (at least, emotionally) to someone yet they don't seem to respond to that? Can you actually just take everything back and move on? I wish it was that simple.
You said you needed time, but you don't know how much. You said you needed space, but you don't know how much either. What guarantees me to still be in part of your matrix? What guarantees me not disappearing in your space-time continuum as "just another ripple"?
At least you're being honest.
What is love without a compromise? You are not something to be owned, darling. And neither am I. You don't want to change a thing for me. And neither am I. I thought you wanted this to work but the way you let everybody else but me writes their so-called love marks on your body answers everything. But hey, maybe this is the "special treatment". Still trying to think positively as you told me to. Weird, right?
I cannot figure out where everything went wrong partly because of Lorde.
In my head I do everything right.
When you call I forgive and not fight.
Wild and fluorescent...
Come home to my heart.
Now don't you ever dare telling me "you're not ready yet." No. You are not ready. You don't want to compromise and where's the love in that? Tell me, cause I'm not feeling anything at all.
So thanks for everything, I guess. The high does not worth the pain. At least for now. It might be because the scar is so brand new it stings way worse than what your smile could ever handle. It's 3 in the morning and I can't let you take another hour from me. Not this time.
Oh god, take this feeling away.
Kelvin here, signing off.
Yeah. You wouldn't even care.
What do you do when you give everything you have (at least, emotionally) to someone yet they don't seem to respond to that? Can you actually just take everything back and move on? I wish it was that simple.
You said you needed time, but you don't know how much. You said you needed space, but you don't know how much either. What guarantees me to still be in part of your matrix? What guarantees me not disappearing in your space-time continuum as "just another ripple"?
At least you're being honest.
What is love without a compromise? You are not something to be owned, darling. And neither am I. You don't want to change a thing for me. And neither am I. I thought you wanted this to work but the way you let everybody else but me writes their so-called love marks on your body answers everything. But hey, maybe this is the "special treatment". Still trying to think positively as you told me to. Weird, right?
I cannot figure out where everything went wrong partly because of Lorde.
In my head I do everything right.
When you call I forgive and not fight.
Wild and fluorescent...
Come home to my heart.
Now don't you ever dare telling me "you're not ready yet." No. You are not ready. You don't want to compromise and where's the love in that? Tell me, cause I'm not feeling anything at all.
So thanks for everything, I guess. The high does not worth the pain. At least for now. It might be because the scar is so brand new it stings way worse than what your smile could ever handle. It's 3 in the morning and I can't let you take another hour from me. Not this time.
Oh god, take this feeling away.
Kelvin here, signing off.
Friday, July 7, 2017
Photo Journal : Summertime Sadness
Had been planning to have a test shoot using Sony A6000 but it's always out on the rental. Finally got a chance to use one! Now it's time to channel my summer vibes ~ please enjoy ! constructive criticism is always welcomed.
Thanks Maura for letting me take pictures of you. Please pose slowly next time as the autofocus cannot follow your movement hahaha.
Thanks Maura for letting me take pictures of you. Please pose slowly next time as the autofocus cannot follow your movement hahaha.
After the photoshoot we went to grab some ramen at Moshi Moshi Ramen :)
Too bad I forgot to take a picture of the ramen. I ordered a spicy ramen and it was very delicious! It was also my first real meal of the day haha. I edited the photos right away because I really like how it turned out (thanks technology). I was very disappointed at first since I was hoping for a nice sunset light, yet it was cloudy this evening. But in the end I was very happy! Today is a great day :)
Kelvin here,
Signing off.
I Spent My Summer Looking For Love
I spent my summer looking for love. He was not very tall, average sized I guess. I was even taller than him. Around 5' 6" I believe. But his shadow keeps me away from the harsh summer sun light.
I spent my summer looking for love. His hair was not the regular black. He dyed the ends of his hair brown with a little bald patch in the middle looking like a professor. A love professor.
I spent my summer looking for love. His skin is tan. The one you'll find at the beach. Funny how he rarely sees the sun, yet he got that perfect tan. Funny how I rarely see him, yet he warms my heart.
I spent my summer looking for love. His lips were red but darkened as he smoked his cigarette. I said stop. He laughed. Took another hit. Then stopped.
Nobody listens to me like that.
I spent my summer looking for love. One day, things went as usual. I was going to the same place hoping to get the same warmth and joy, but it wasn't there.
Maybe he got a little bit shorter that his shadow is no longer enough. Maybe he outgrew his brown ends that I knew and love. Maybe he uses special shampoo? Cause he no longer had that bald spot. No longer was he the professor of love.
Where did our love go?
From scripts of letters I'll never send to you.
I spent my summer looking for love. His hair was not the regular black. He dyed the ends of his hair brown with a little bald patch in the middle looking like a professor. A love professor.
I spent my summer looking for love. His skin is tan. The one you'll find at the beach. Funny how he rarely sees the sun, yet he got that perfect tan. Funny how I rarely see him, yet he warms my heart.
I spent my summer looking for love. His lips were red but darkened as he smoked his cigarette. I said stop. He laughed. Took another hit. Then stopped.
Nobody listens to me like that.
I spent my summer looking for love. One day, things went as usual. I was going to the same place hoping to get the same warmth and joy, but it wasn't there.
Maybe he got a little bit shorter that his shadow is no longer enough. Maybe he outgrew his brown ends that I knew and love. Maybe he uses special shampoo? Cause he no longer had that bald spot. No longer was he the professor of love.
Where did our love go?
From scripts of letters I'll never send to you.
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