Not just rain drops

T’was getting raining  and I can barely see little by little the plants are getting wet. As I stare every strands of it, I see the beauty on how every rain drops kisses them.Looks like the rain drops are the missing piece of a masterpiece or the coloring tools that would make those artworks of God more beautiful even more.And, for how I loved art and nature in the same way, I take some shots of it.Here are some of the shots I have taken.

Truly, beauty doesn’t have to bedefine, you just have to let it define itself.  For more photos, follow fearless69th in instagram.

The girl in the cementery

Early 8 in the morning my family and I decided to go to the cementery and we arrived there about mid 10 am. As we are passing by the silence of the road, seing every cross buried there, I saw something unfamiliar. I know, I can recognize, it is a girl. She’s behind every white chrysanthemum. Hiding its own beauty. As we are getting far, I can see that she is looking at us and so I. But, after passing those trees that covers her a while, she is gone. Who she is?

Darkness in her.

I have a bestfriend. She is a type of girl that will do everything to motivate and inspire you. She is generous, joyous, trustworthy, cheerful, wonderful and loving in every ways. She’s very optimistic, she always says that You can do it!  There’s always a way. She’s very positive in life as how I know her. A day come, I saw her crying like there’s no tomorrow. I don’t know what’s going on. It is my first time seing her like that. I keep on asking her about what happen but she just look at me with those teary eyes. Those teary eyes that are full of pain, sadness and fear. She’s shaking. I can feel that she’s nervous. She keep on scraping her arms. I feel sad. I don’t wanna see her like that and I have to be strong. I hugged her tight. It’s the only way I know that can make her okay. Good thing that she stop crying. She smile but it fades immediately. She discortedly cover her ears. I asked her why, her answer make me scared. She said that she can hear voices. I don’t know but it’s like killing me. She started to talk that makes me feel angry to myself. “I-I don’t know.. I am afraid.. I-I am angry.. to my parents.. to school.. to everything.. I-I may kill myself.. There are voices that keep on saying to kill my-myself.. I-I am ..” her sentences left unfinished I hugged her tight and started to cry. I just can’t believed that what I saw for how many months is not true. I did not notice that those laughs are fake. It’s only her way to hide her sadness. I felt my heart brokes into pieces. She’s not who she is, whom I believed she was. She isn’t joyous, she’s in worst. That, those lights and positiveness that she have shown to me are just only a part of the darkness in her…

It’s not fair to wait.

For today’s halloween just wanna share something. Halloween is mostly defined as scary but what if that scary thing gives the best product? Everyone’s scared to fall and for some other people, they’re afraid to say what they felt and to take the risk and the product? They’re both waiting. And as of me, I lean toward believing I commit a crime -a perfect crime to be exact that I am proud of to say. I break the rules of the feminine’s in comes to having a relationship. I answered him before he ask me. So cliche right? But I have no regrets. I don’t care what people will say about me, about what I did. I only care for him, for that time the only thought keeps running in my mind is that, he’s the one. They say, girls are intended to wait for the boys question but it’s not true! I believe that it’s not fair to wait. If you love him or her, tell them before its too late. It’s better to say and be rejected than be rejected without saying. For girls, it’s not being an easy-to-get type of girl to confess your feelings. You know, everything has its own destiny and every destiny is build only in your hands not their hands. There are so many what if’s in life and you have to deal with it. Its like a game, you should know how to play well. It was 20th of february this year, the day I build my own destiny by my hands and now, we’re happy together.

Beauty in the nature of living.

“Live, love, repeat.” –That’s what we need.

Friday morning I stepped out of my room to head straight to our mini garden and take some shot for my instagram account for I am so longing to upload a new picture and then unexpectedly, I saw this gorgeous one. I don’t know what kind of insect is this but it looks like a big bugg so I call it buggchi, pronounced as bagki. It really looks so unique in my eyes due to its queenly color -a combination of silver and gold. At first, I thought I can’t take a good shot of it for like some insects do fly right away before you focus your camera but luckily, after about 6 or 7 shots buggchi stay and acts like striking a pose -chining up in the camera like it was saying “go! Take a picture of me, im ready.” In the end, as looking back to the present, I realize that beauty isn’t really just about defining it, but letting it to define itself. You just have to live and love for it is the nature of living.