Monday, March 05, 2012

Love Stories

As is obvious in a portion of my posts, I am a person who likes to write. I can't quite define myself as someone who's good at it though :))

Lately, I've been feeling a little inspired and whatnot so one night, while bored, I came up with a couple of story plots, and though I am undeniably lazy, I did get to write one part of my plot down.

So here, online, is hopefully a chapter to a number of chapters leading to a story that will express :)

We live a life that is wrought by imperfections, expectations and most of all disappointments. We have seen love at work, and then we see revenge at work. We see two people who are different try to make sense out of why they’re together, and then we see how these two people don’t even give a damn about what makes them different because they know that they are perfect for each other.

They say that these are what truly make our lives complete. They say that all the drama we experience will magically be worth it for that special someone. They say that we spend our lives searching for the meaning of happiness in another person’s arms. They say that we’ll never be able to compare it to anything else. This is what it means to love and be loved in return.

“This is such a load of…crap.” Darren said laughing at the essay he was reading. “How is it that you can keep writing about all this?”

“HEY.” His best friend Lot responded, indignant at the offense he was throwing at her work. They were sitting in their usual cafĂ© taking in life from their own perspectives. Lot was a writer who was trying to get her work published in a local bookstore while studying fine arts. She was the typical girl who involved herself in dramas and love. Then there was Darren, the male best friend that other people called her guy girlfriend. He was also the number one critic of her work.

“But it is! Good Lord, where the hell do you come up with this?” He asked her after his laughing had subsided a bit. She snatched back her papers and stuck her tongue out at him like a child.

“If you must know, I got it from experience!” She said huffing and putting her work in her folder. Darren only raised my eyebrow at her.

“Oh really now?” He asked obviously not buying what she was saying.
“Of course. If you must know, I’m quite experienced in the world of love. I live in it.” She retorted, emphasizing the word live.

“No my dear, you don’t live in a world of love, that’d be an illusion.” He told her still laughing a little. “Should I bring you back to your special place now Lot? I promised the doctor I’d have you back before dark.” He asked solemnly taking her hand in his. He’d said the last statement loud enough that some of the costumers looked at her sympathetically. She looked at him shocked and swatted his hand away. He laughed just a little more before making a grab at Lot’s folder.

“If you’re just going to laugh at it again, I’d appreciate it if you did it somewhere I wouldn’t see you.” She scolded him, sounding hurt by his laughter.

Darren sighed out loud. “Women. They were never going to get your humor unless you spell it out to them.” He stated matter-of-factly. Lot glared at him from her seat.
“Oh come on Lot, I’m just being honest here. You can’t be mad at me. This is how I’ve always been. You know you can’t help me.” Darren gave her a pout and waited for her to look at him while he put up his hands as if he were begging to make a show.

She kept a blank look until her lips give in and curved a little at him.
“That’s my girl.” He said smiling and opened her folder to scan the essay again.
“I really don’t understand why you like writing all these Lot. You're practically lying.” He said with an arrogant smirk on his lips.

Lot could only roll her eyes and snatched the papers from him again. This was such a routine for them that they could already see what would happen next.
“I told you, they’re not lies because they’re true. You’re a biased critic.”
“I haven’t seen it so they can’t be facts, and no I would never make biased statements to spare your feelings, you know me better than that.” He said taking his drink and leaning back on the comfy seat.
“Yeah, spare me my feeling from being completely crushed since all you tell me is that I write like a girl when I AM a girl. And because you’re a masochist, an ass and just simply put a cynic.” Lot replied with a smile that seemed more sarcastic then genuine.

Darren narrowed his eyes at her and then shrugged his shoulders.
“Meh. You’re right. But I am all that and more. If you know what I mean.” He wiggled his brows and smiled back at her equally sarcastic.
Lot let out a loud sigh and shook her head.
“My friend, when are you ever going to learn that love exists?” She wondered despairingly.
“Oh I’m sure it exists somewhere, for your sake. I’m just not sure it exists for happiness or those sappy happy endings.”
“This is getting tiring you know, trying to convince you that it is real.” Lot took up her drink and slunk down in her seat.
“And it’s getting a little tiring to always hear about these stories you write so much about considering you’ve only had two relationships in your whole existence. But I love teasing you about it anyway. It’s part of my special rights as your best friend.”
“At least I’ve had serious relationships Dare. I can’t say the same for you though.” Lot said haughtily and sipped her macchiato.
“I have had relationships Lot. Way before you met me.” Darren said making a face at her. Lot nearly choked on her drink as she tried to keep herself from laughing too hard.
“Yeah. If that’s what you can even call them.” Lot said giving him a disbelieving look. “You’ve had a lot of relationships, oh sure. About 20 or something, but none of them were serious. Remember that saying, the one that says if you have more than 20 relationships in your life, you won’t get married?” She taunted.

Darren chuckled and flung his straw at Lot.
“How is that even done? Have more than 50 relationships and still not believe in love?” She asked looking deep in thought.
“How nice of you to make me sound so attractive by raising my digits Lot," Darren winked at her slightly before continuing. "But that’s precisely why I have so many relationships Lot my dear. To prove that there is no love at all.” Lot rolled her eyes at him. “Women want too much. Men like it simple but women are too demanding all the time.” He argued.

“That’s stupid. Men just want that one thing.”
“Lot, you naughty, naughty girl, ” Darren said feigning shock at his best friend.  “Who taught you the three lettered word?”
“Three lettered word? What are you--? Oh. HEY. No, EW! That’s not what I meant! Sheesh!” Lot turned scarlet at the scandalized statement he was making.
“What? I didn’t say anything. You assume too much my dear, it’s not good for you.” Darren chuckled as he stuck his tongue out at Lot and ignored the rest of the people.
“Oh shut up and stop playing innocent. Men only want one thing and that’s an easy life.”
“Wow.” Darren’s face went serious and hurt. “Is that how you think of me Lot? That I want it easy..?”

Lot stared at him blankly before chucking her straw at his face and gave a laugh when it hit him.
“Hey! You ruined my moment.” Darren said taking the napkin to wipe his face and grinned at her.
“Don’t try lying to me you jerk. I’ve known you for years. I know how dark your soul is.”
“It’s not as dark as you think Lot, probably a murky brown is all.” He said smiling.
“Oh honestly. I don’t know what to do with you. How is it possible that we’re best friends?” She giggled as she spoke.
“I’ve been asking myself the same question for years.” He said sighing gravely and putting on a sad face. Lot stopped giggling and gave him an annoyed look.

“But,” Lot began for him. Darren closed his eyes and pretended to pray before speaking.
“But it’s been the best decision of my life Lot, ole buddy ole pal of mine.” He amended giving his best smile.
“That’s right. It has been the best decision of your life. Though I can’t quite say the same goes for me.” Lot said taking a long sip of her drink.
“Okay, now that hurt. And that was unfair.” Darren said throwing a napkin at her. Lot only smiled and they went to bicker about their requirements.

This was the way things were between them. Lot would show her work and Darren would make fun of it. Then they’d banter about why they were friends in the first place, and then they’d move on to talk about how suck-y the weather was, how mean their professors were and sometimes their futures. Just about anything really. They hardly even tried to show only their best qualities around each other anymore.

This was the life of best friends. They’d met each other almost two years ago in their first year in college and they’d only been known as acquaintances. Then they became classmates in a certain subject and found mutual dislike in it so much, they talked a lot more about other things than pay attention in class.

Lot liked to write about love stories when she had the time. Darren had found out when one of her works fell from her bag and he picked it up. And every time Lot had something to write, Darren would find it, read it and then make fun of it. And Lot would let him, for a little while before telling him again and again that he’d meet the right girl to make him feel what she wrote about. He’d scoff this off and make fun of her some more.
He used to tell her that the right girl probably lived in another world. And then she’d tell him that he’d probably already met her.

Well, destiny said that Lot was right.

Sooooooo.. What do you think? :)

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Lens Love :)

I'm an amateur or simply put, I'm still a NOOB kind of photographer. I take photography as a way to have fun, and as a leisure hobby because I'm just a little girl who isn't sure what she has to show :))

Why this post then, you may be wondering. Well, even if I am a noob at this, I still love photography and I want to be able to pass it on. *Mainly so that I don't go bored while relaxing*

And so far, I've never had the chance to take photos of the lens I have and the use they've been to me. Mainly because I love my standard zoom 18-135mm so much *am just really lazy to bring other lens around XD* though I love my other lens as well.

Without further ado, here they are:

from just the zoom to having 3 additional babies <3

the first non-kit lens I got from my dad. The EF 50 mm

my newest, the EF 100mm macro lens; perfect for macro *duh* and portraits :)

one of the first lens I ever used in life. The EF 90-300 mm non USM zoom lens
Hopefully, I'll have more chances of using ALL of these this year. I'm excited and happy that my dad is being so supportive, and I can't wait to see what else he'll have in store for me and this ever growing hobby of mine <3

Saturday, February 11, 2012


I'm up late. And I have exams later *the last day really* but I have yet to study my lessons. Why? Why am I being a careless student?

For one, my last exams need reading and analysis. Something I'm not going to get out of just looking at my notes or papers.

And two, because I found a site that enables me to post up my pictures with as big a file as I want. In fact, as big as the screen resolution.

What is this site?

It's called Jux.

You can check out my photos here for either better resolution or just a wider screen! It's amazing and I've fallen in love with it! :)

Of course I'm not going to take down my photoblog here at blogger but I am going to link both of my photoblogs :)

Here are my link for JUX
and of course, my first photoportfolio

and hey, if it interests you too, go make your own for free! :D

Saturday, February 04, 2012

Mom and Dad So Far

my first photo, used an slr camera since DSLRs weren't invented yet :))

My dad.

My mom always told me that he's the sweet kind of guy. At times, when I just look at him, I find it hard to believe. But sometimes, I think I can see why.

He's the man who started me on my little photography hobby, that he's trying to keep me in by not only providing for the equipment but also giving me time and opportunities to learn more.

I was 5 when I took my first photo. And it was of my parents. Just a few nights ago, my dad was reminiscing and he said words that made my heart feel proud to be his daughter.

"I want you to be able to take pictures of me and your mama as we grow old together."

It almost doesn't matter that he's mostly so serious, because there are times when he's being photographed when he smiles and you can tell he's happy where he is :">

Monday, January 30, 2012

Wedding Dreams

Just a few days ago, I attended the wedding of my cousin(?) who's been with the same guy for over 3 years I think. They met at work in Dubai and after a long time of waiting I suppose, finally decided to get hitched.

The best parts about their wedding wasn't that it was grand with the whole church filled for them, it was that moment when the groom was walking down the aisle, he had tears ready in his eyes. When the bride finally came, he let them loose. No joke, this was the SWEETEST thing I'd ever seen :">

the bride is on her way

With this said, I wonder how my own will be? I can't say I haven't thought about who the groom could be or when it'll happen, all I'm hoping for is for the day when I can be whole too :">

~all pictures were taken by moi. Leave a comment if you like, tell me anything :D

Sunday, January 29, 2012

The Story Of Cupid and Psyche

It'll be February soon *by Wednesday* and one of my favorite things about it is remembering Cupid and Psyche :) I LOVE Greek mythology and this is just ONE of my most loved tales to date :)

So here you go, CUPID AND PSYCHE shared. Written by Lucius Apuleius.

A certain king and queen had three daughters. The charms of the two elder were more than common, but the beauty of the youngest was so wonderful that the poverty of language is unable to express its due praise. The fame of her beauty was so great that strangers from neighboring countries came in crowds to enjoy the sight, and looked on her with amazement, paying her that homage which is due only to Venus herself. In fact Venus found her altars deserted, while men turned their devotion to this young virgin. As she passed along, the people sang her praises, and strewed her way with chaplets and flowers.

This homage to the exaltation of a mortal gave great offense to the real Venus. Shaking her ambrosial locks with indignation, she exclaimed, "Am I then to be eclipsed in my honors by a mortal girl? In vain then did that royal shepherd, whose judgment was approved by Jove himself, give me the palm of beauty over my illustrious rivals, Pallas and Juno. But she shall not so quietly usurp my honors. I will give her cause to repent of so unlawful a beauty."

Thereupon she calls her winged son Cupid, mischievous enough in his own nature, and rouses and provokes him yet more by her complaints. She points out Psyche to him and says, "My dear son, punish that contumacious beauty; give your mother a revenge as sweet as her injuries are great; infuse into the bosom of that haughty girl a passion for some low, mean, unworthy being, so that she may reap a mortification as great as her present exultation and triumph."

Cupid prepared to obey the commands of his mother. There are two fountains in Venus's garden, one of sweet waters, the other of bitter. Cupid filled two amber vases, one from each fountain, and suspending them from the top of his quiver, hastened to the chamber of Psyche, whom he found asleep. He shed a few drops from the bitter fountain over her lips, though the sight of her almost moved him to pity; then touched her side with the point of his arrow. At the touch she awoke, and opened eyes upon Cupid (himself invisible), which so startled him that in his confusion he wounded himself with his own arrow. Heedless of his wound, his whole thought now was to repair the mischief he had done, and he poured the balmy drops of joy over all her silken ringlets.

Psyche, henceforth frowned upon by Venus, derived no benefit from all her charms. True, all eyes were cast eagerly upon her, and every mouth spoke her praises; but neither king, royal youth, nor plebeian presented himself to demand her in marriage. Her two elder sisters of moderate charms had now long been married to two royal princes; but Psyche, in her lonely apartment, deplored her solitude, sick of that beauty which, while it procured abundance of flattery, had failed to awaken love.

Her parents, afraid that they had unwittingly incurred the anger of the gods, consulted the oracle of Apollo, and received this answer, "The virgin is destined for the bride of no mortal lover. Her future husband awaits her on the top of the mountain. He is a monster whom neither gods nor men can resist."

This dreadful decree of the oracle filled all the people with dismay, and her parents abandoned themselves to grief. But Psyche said, "Why, my dear parents, do you now lament me? You should rather have grieved when the people showered upon me undeserved honors, and with one voice called me a Venus. I now perceive that I am a victim to that name. I submit. Lead me to that rock to which my unhappy fate has destined me."

Accordingly, all things being prepared, the royal maid took her place in the procession, which more resembled a funeral than a nuptial pomp, and with her parents, amid the lamentations of the people, ascended the mountain, on the summit of which they left her alone, and with sorrowful hearts returned home.
While Psyche stood on the ridge of the mountain, panting with fear and with eyes full of tears, the gentle Zephyr raised her from the earth and bore her with an easy motion into a flowery dale. By degrees her mind became composed, and she laid herself down on the grassy bank to sleep.
When she awoke refreshed with sleep, she looked round and beheld near a pleasant grove of tall and stately trees. She entered it, and in the midst discovered a fountain, sending forth clear and crystal waters, and fast by, a magnificent palace whose august front impressed the spectator that it was not the work of mortal hands, but the happy retreat of some god. Drawn by admiration and wonder, she approached the building and ventured to enter.

Every object she met filled her with pleasure and amazement. Golden pillars supported the vaulted roof, and the walls were enriched with carvings and paintings representing beasts of the chase and rural scenes, adapted to delight the eye of the beholder. Proceeding onward, she perceived that besides the apartments of state there were others filled with all manner of treasures, and beautiful and precious productions of nature and art.
While her eyes were thus occupied, a voice addressed her, though she saw no one, uttering these words, "Sovereign lady, all that you see is yours. We whose voices you hear are your servants and shall obey all your commands with our utmost care and diligence. Retire, therefore, to your chamber and repose on your bed of down, and when you see fit, repair to the bath. Supper awaits you in the adjoining alcove when it pleases you to take your seat there."

Psyche gave ear to the admonitions of her vocal attendants, and after repose and the refreshment of the bath, seated herself in the alcove, where a table immediately presented itself, without any visible aid from waiters or servants, and covered with the greatest delicacies of food and the most nectareous wines. Her ears too were feasted with music from invisible performers; of whom one sang, another played on the lute, and all closed in the wonderful harmony of a full chorus.

She had not yet seen her destined husband. He came only in the hours of darkness and fled before the dawn of morning, but his accents were full of love, and inspired a like passion in her. She often begged him to stay and let her behold him, but he would not consent. On the contrary he charged her to make no attempt to see him, for it was his pleasure, for the best of reasons, to keep concealed.

"Why should you wish to behold me?" he said. "Have you any doubt of my love? Have you any wish ungratified? If you saw me, perhaps you would fear me, perhaps adore me, but all I ask of you is to love me. I would rather you would love me as an equal than adore me as a god."

This reasoning somewhat quieted Psyche for a time, and while the novelty lasted she felt quite happy. But at length the thought of her parents, left in ignorance of her fate, and of her sisters, precluded from sharing with her the delights of her situation, preyed on her mind and made her begin to feel her palace as but a splendid prison. When her husband came one night, she told him her distress, and at last drew from him an unwilling consent that her sisters should be brought to see her.

So, calling Zephyr, she acquainted him with her husband's commands, and he, promptly obedient, soon brought them across the mountain down to their sister's valley. They embraced her and she returned their caresses.

"Come," said Psyche, "enter with me my house and refresh yourselves with whatever your sister has to offer."
Then taking their hands she led them into her golden palace, and committed them to the care of her numerous train of attendant voices, to refresh them in her baths and at her table, and to show them all her treasures. The view of these celestial delights caused envy to enter their bosoms, at seeing their young sister possessed of such state and splendor, so much exceeding their own.

They asked her numberless questions, among others what sort of a person her husband was. Psyche replied that he was a beautiful youth, who generally spent the daytime in hunting upon the mountains.

The sisters, not satisfied with this reply, soon made her confess that she had never seen him. Then they proceeded to fill her bosom with dark suspicions. "Call to mind," they said, "the Pythian oracle that declared you destined to marry a direful and tremendous monster. The inhabitants of this valley say that your husband is a terrible and monstrous serpent, who nourishes you for a while with dainties that he may by and by devour you. Take our advice. Provide yourself with a lamp and a sharp knife; put them in concealment that your husband may not discover them, and when he is sound asleep, slip out of bed, bring forth your lamp, and see for yourself whether what they say is true or not. If it is, hesitate not to cut off the monster's head, and thereby recover your liberty."

Psyche resisted these persuasions as well as she could, but they did not fail to have their effect on her mind, and when her sisters were gone, their words and her own curiosity were too strong for her to resist. So she prepared her lamp and a sharp knife, and hid them out of sight of her husband. When he had fallen into his first sleep, she silently rose and uncovering her lamp beheld not a hideous monster, but the most beautiful and charming of the gods, with his golden ringlets wandering over his snowy neck and crimson cheek, with two dewy wings on his shoulders, whiter than snow, and with shining feathers like the tender blossoms of spring.
As she leaned the lamp over to have a better view of his face, a drop of burning oil fell on the shoulder of the god. Startled, he opened his eyes and fixed them upon her. Then, without saying a word, he spread his white wings and flew out of the window. Psyche, in vain endeavoring to follow him, fell from the window to the ground.

Cupid, beholding her as she lay in the dust, stopped his flight for an instant and said, "Oh foolish Psyche, is it thus you repay my love? After I disobeyed my mother's commands and made you my wife, will you think me a monster and cut off my head? But go; return to your sisters, whose advice you seem to think preferable to mine. I inflict no other punishment on you than to leave you for ever. Love cannot dwell with suspicion." So saying, he fled away, leaving poor Psyche prostrate on the ground, filling the place with mournful lamentations.
When she had recovered some degree of composure she looked around her, but the palace and gardens had vanished, and she found herself in the open field not far from the city where her sisters dwelt. She repaired thither and told them the whole story of her misfortunes, at which, pretending to grieve, those spiteful creatures inwardly rejoiced.

"For now," said they, "he will perhaps choose one of us." With this idea, without saying a word of her intentions, each of them rose early the next morning and ascended the mountain, and having reached the top, called upon Zephyr to receive her and bear her to his lord; then leaping up, and not being sustained by Zephyr, fell down the precipice and was dashed to pieces.

Psyche meanwhile wandered day and night, without food or repose, in search of her husband. Casting her eyes on a lofty mountain having on its brow a magnificent temple, she sighed and said to herself, "Perhaps my love, my lord, inhabits there," and directed her steps thither.

She had no sooner entered than she saw heaps of corn, some in loose ears and some in sheaves, with mingled ears of barley. Scattered about, lay sickles and rakes, and all the instruments of harvest, without order, as if thrown carelessly out of the weary reapers' hands in the sultry hours of the day.

This unseemly confusion the pious Psyche put an end to, by separating and sorting everything to its proper place and kind, believing that she ought to neglect none of the gods, but endeavor by her piety to engage them all in her behalf. The holy Ceres, whose temple it was, finding her so religiously employed, thus spoke to her, "Oh Psyche, truly worthy of our pity, though I cannot shield you from the frowns of Venus, yet I can teach you how best to allay her displeasure. Go, then, and voluntarily surrender yourself to your lady and sovereign, and try by modesty and submission to win her forgiveness, and perhaps her favor will restore you the husband you have lost."

Psyche obeyed the commands of Ceres and took her way to the temple of Venus, endeavoring to fortify her mind and ruminating on what she should say and how best propitiate the angry goddess, feeling that the issue was doubtful and perhaps fatal.

Venus received her with angry countenance. "Most undutiful and faithless of servants," said she, "do you at last remember that you really have a mistress? Or have you rather come to see your sick husband, yet laid up of the wound given him by his loving wife? You are so ill favored and disagreeable that the only way you can merit your lover must be by dint of industry and diligence. I will make trial of your housewifery." Then she ordered Psyche to be led to the storehouse of her temple, where was laid up a great quantity of wheat, barley, millet, vetches, beans, and lentils prepared for food for her pigeons, and said, "Take and separate all these grains, putting all of the same kind in a parcel by themselves, and see that you get it done before evening." Then Venus departed and left her to her task.

But Psyche, in a perfect consternation at the enormous work, sat stupid and silent, without moving a finger to the inextricable heap.

While she sat despairing, Cupid stirred up the little ant, a native of the fields, to take compassion on her. The leader of the anthill, followed by whole hosts of his six-legged subjects, approached the heap, and with the utmost diligence taking grain by grain, they separated the pile, sorting each kind to its parcel; and when it was all done, they vanished out of sight in a moment.

Venus at the approach of twilight returned from the banquet of the gods, breathing odors and crowned with roses. Seeing the task done, she exclaimed, "This is no work of yours, wicked one, but his, whom to your own and his misfortune you have enticed." So saying, she threw her a piece of black bread for her supper and went away.

Next morning Venus ordered Psyche to be called and said to her, "Behold yonder grove which stretches along the margin of the water. There you will find sheep feeding without a shepherd, with golden-shining fleeces on their backs. Go, fetch me a sample of that precious wool gathered from every one of their fleeces."
Psyche obediently went to the riverside, prepared to do her best to execute the command. But the river god inspired the reeds with harmonious murmurs, which seemed to say, "Oh maiden, severely tried, tempt not the dangerous flood, nor venture among the formidable rams on the other side, for as long as they are under the influence of the rising sun, they burn with a cruel rage to destroy mortals with their sharp horns or rude teeth. But when the noontide sun has driven the cattle to the shade, and the serene spirit of the flood has lulled them to rest, you may then cross in safety, and you will find the woolly gold sticking to the bushes and the trunks of the trees."

Thus the compassionate river god gave Psyche instructions how to accomplish her task, and by observing his directions she soon returned to Venus with her arms full of the golden fleece; but she received not the approbation of her implacable mistress, who said, "I know very well it is by none of your own doings that you have succeeded in this task, and I am not satisfied yet that you have any capacity to make yourself useful. But I have another task for you. Here, take this box and go your way to the infernal shades, and give this box to Proserpine and say, 'My mistress Venus desires you to send her a little of your beauty, for in tending her sick son she has lost some of her own.' Be not too long on your errand, for I must paint myself with it to appear at the circle of the gods and goddesses this evening."

Psyche was now satisfied that her destruction was at hand, being obliged to go with her own feet directly down to Erebus. Wherefore, to make no delay of what was not to be avoided, she goes to the top of a high tower to precipitate herself headlong, thus to descend the shortest way to the shades below. But a voice from the tower said to her, "Why, poor unlucky girl, do you design to put an end to your days in so dreadful a manner? And what cowardice makes you sink under this last danger who have been so miraculously supported in all your former?" Then the voice told her how by a certain cave she might reach the realms of Pluto, and how to avoid all the dangers of the road, to pass by Cerberus, the three-headed dog, and prevail on Charon, the ferryman, to take her across the black river and bring her back again. But the voice added, "When Proserpine has given you the box filled with her beauty, of all things this is chiefly to be observed by you, that you never once open or look into the box nor allow your curiosity to pry into the treasure of the beauty of the goddesses."

Psyche, encouraged by this advice, obeyed it in all things, and taking heed to her ways traveled safely to the kingdom of Pluto. She was admitted to the palace of Proserpine, and without accepting the delicate seat or delicious banquet that was offered her, but contented with coarse bread for her food, she delivered her message from Venus. Presently the box was returned to her, shut and filled with the precious commodity.

Then she returned the way she came, and glad was she to come out once more into the light of day.

But having got so far successfully through her dangerous task a longing desire seized her to examine the contents of the box. "What," said she, "shall I, the carrier of this divine beauty, not take the least bit to put on my cheeks to appear to more advantage in the eyes of my beloved husband!" So she carefully opened the box, but found nothing there of any beauty at all, but an infernal and truly Stygian sleep, which being thus set free from its prison, took possession of her, and she fell down in the midst of the road, a sleepy corpse without sense or motion.

But Cupid, being now recovered from his wound, and not able longer to bear the absence of his beloved Psyche, slipping through the smallest crack of the window of his chamber which happened to be left open, flew to the spot where Psyche lay, and gathering up the sleep from her body closed it again in the box, and waked Psyche with a light touch of one of his arrows. "Again," said he, "have you almost perished by the same curiosity. But now perform exactly the task imposed on you by my mother, and I will take care of the rest."

Then Cupid, as swift as lightning penetrating the heights of heaven, presented himself before Jupiter with his supplication. Jupiter lent a favoring ear, and pleaded the cause of the lovers so earnestly with Venus that he won her consent. On this he sent Mercury to bring Psyche up to the heavenly assembly, and when she arrived, handing her a cup of ambrosia, he said, "Drink this, Psyche, and be immortal; nor shall Cupid ever break away from the knot in which he is tied, but these nuptials shall be perpetual."

Thus Psyche became at last united to Cupid, and in due time they had a daughter born to them whose name was Pleasure.


Friday, January 27, 2012

Just A Little Bored and Vain

I got a little bored, and really when I'm bored, it's like the only other things I do are bake, eat, sleep or take pictures. Unfortunately I don't have much of a model to take pictures of and if you've noticed in my pictures, I'm not exactly the best kind of model either. But I had fun. And I may look like a fool so excuse my stupidity :))

Why I dressed up is a different story. I kinda had a hard time looking for something to wear but I liked this outfit :)

nag-eemote lang teh? :)

THIS is more like me XD

Hello Chubby self :))

My arms and their flab :)))

But yeah, I decided wearing shorts tomorrow won't be such a good idea at a church :)) Soooooo, I'm gonna be wearing a skirt tomorrow :( The sad face is because I might have to go to class wearing the clothes I'm gonna be wearing at the wedding :| Gah. Btw, the wedding theme is lime green and royal blue so.. I'm thinking the top in the pics, yellow flats and a royal blue skirt with little embroidery accents of yellow :)

Leave me a comment if you want ;) Thanks for the views, God bless! :D