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I just want to captured it on a clear, sky blue background. 

Love it. Love it. Love it. My drink gets tastier everyday.

To write or not to write, this is my endless question everyday as I travel with my life along with my thoughts. Blogging is a better way to unleash what's inside my mind. I don't know if I can call myself a writer. I read books and my mind is spinning what I need to write, but my hands and body wouldn't go along with my mind.  I really wanted to make my tardiness bleeds. I don't want to be lazy anymore. It makes me struggle to the point of blaming myself. Thus, insecurities takes place.  Procrastination is one thing. That is the hardest to avoid. I keep on telling myself that I would write later and it turned out to write none at all. There were many yesterdays wasted. The now attitude is a positive antidote to fight against my laziness . I have to make it as a goal. I confessed many times to the sky or to anything that writing is my passion but, once I am overloaded with reasons and excuses, I stop exploring what is beyond.    On the other hand, I would n...

May is here and it is a month when Cherry Blossoms started to show its beauty. It is known as Japanese Cherry  Hill Cherry ,  Oriental Cherry  or  East Asian Cherry. It is sometimes called "Sakura". Every year, many photo-journalist in Toronto would venture out and roam around in High Park at this time of  year to witness the blossoming wonders of the Cherry Blossoms. Yesterday, I went there equipped with my blissful camera. The weather was not that charming, but it doesn't mean that I could not take few pictures of the Cherry Blossoms. There were many people when I came, they were also taking photos and others were just sight seeing. Here are my few takes without photoshop. Heaven knows how I don't like photoshop, but sometimes as the person explored the world of photography, photoshop is expected. However, the pictures below aren't photoshop because I wanted to post it originally as it taken. As I said earlier, weather was not that cooperative, it must ha...

The clouds gathered, and the rain hummed its lullaby. It had been raining for days. Every raindrop soaked not the streets, but her heart. She dreamed of sunshine—of a blue sky stretching endlessly across the heavens. Lost in thought, she wondered why spring had brought only rain. She loved the scent of it filling her lungs, but she missed the warmth of sunlight flooding her face. Above her, the cloudy sky whispered in silence, its grayness heavy with a quiet urge to cry. Again, she had forgotten her umbrella. How many times had she been reprimanded? She looked up as the sky settled into its murky, dust-stained tone. Rain spilled from it, whooshing around her while the wind tried—and failed—to hush the chill. The cold rain knew no mercy. Water streamed down her face, yet a small, stubborn smile curved her lips. A silver car eased along the curve where she stood waiting. Without a word, he reached across from the driver’s seat and pushed the passenger door o...