Friday, August 9, 2013

my very first washi tape project (& a bonus video!)

I caught the washi tape bug! I've been stalking craft blogs and daydreaming about these pretty babies for months. Finally, after a lot of procrastinating, I'm so excited to share my very first washi tape project! And for my first victim...

Ta-da! Here's my prettified ukulele. I didn't realize this washi tape business was so addicting. Honestly, I just wanna put washi tape on every single thing now. Oh, and just to show you how the ukulele looks like in action post-washi, I made a quick video of my embarrassing, pathetic attempt at playing the damn thing.

(Disclaimer: I really don't know how to play the ukulele. Or any sort of instrument for that matter. You'll see me fumbling and looking stupid below. Why do I have a ukulele then? For the simple reason that I'm feelingera, and I thought that maybe, just maybe, I'd suddenly wake up as a prodigy one day.)

Thursday, August 8, 2013

what's in a name?

"What's in a name? that which we call a rose 
By any other name would smell as sweet"

Was Juliet right in saying this? Does a name really not matter? How important is a name?

Juliet's not exactly a role model. (Don't even get me started on her romance with Romeo, because that's a whole different messy lecture right there.) So, I'm afraid I don't agree with her declaration, however tender it sounds. For us humans at least, names hold power and a lot of meaning. God didn't entrust Adam to name all the creatures for fun and to kill time; it was meant to give man a sense of responsibility and practice his intellectual capability. If names didn't matter, then I should be able to easily change my name like I change my clothes. As soon as we exit our mothers' wombs, we are instantly given names. Sometimes, parents have already planned it months before. Why put so much thought into something so seemingly trivial like a few letters put together?

I believe that there's an interesting story behind every name, which helps mold the individual and assures a person that he/she is unique from another. Parents choose specific names in hopes of great achievements for their children in the future, and, to self-aware individuals, our names, in turn, also provide us that sense of ambition following their meanings. We'd want to truly own the name that we were given and announce to the world that, "Hey, this is me, and I'm doing great things." We should aim to wear our names proudly.

My full name is Angela Paz Fides, which means "Angel of Peace and Faith". Because of this, I try to live up to it. I'm not a saint, obviously, but I do attempt to achieve the purpose behind these names and at least try to become a good person, be full of conviction, and act as an instrument of harmony, as my names suggest. My name reminds me of my past, my present, and the possibilities there are for my future. By treating my name as an honor and a guide, it contributes to my confidence, and motivates me to pursue my dreams and achieve my goals the right way.

And so, what's in the name Gela? After years of constantly reshaping the mold, I'd like to think that she stands for the restless wanderers, the whimsical dreamers, and the humble hearts -- those who have their heads in the clouds but their feet placed firmly on the ground. This is why I'm damn proud to be a Gela. There are certainly other Gelas out there, but I say: nobody else can carry the name quite like I do. 

Monday, July 8, 2013

meet Arthur

Woof! I'm Arthur, a Yorkshire Terrier. Sometimes they call me King Arthur, Arturo, Booboo, Bubba, Bebehboi, and a bunch of other weird names, but I don't really care what they call me as long as they play with me and rub my tummy. I'm eight months old, which is nine years in human age. My human got me when I was two months and about the size of her hand. With my two ears flopped down, I gave her my most adorable, "pity me" look that she had no choice but to adopt me right then and there. I'm pretty irresistible, you see. 

I remember the first time she took me home. She thought I was a quiet, well-behaved pup, but I sure fooled her! I was running around the house and gnawing at her fingers and toes in no time. But she knows I do it out of love. I'm really just an excitable little thing. Every time my human comes home from wherever she goes to when she's not spending time with me, I noisily jump up and down my tiny crate, eager for her to scoop me up for hugs and kisses. It also means playtime!

You'll find that I'm incredibly lovable, even if my human complains about how I'm mostly very naughty. She's such a drama queen and so much fun to annoy.