There’s something illustrative about the quiet mystery and soft elegance of white: a broad spectrum of ivory, nudes, beige, cream, and yellows that make me instrospect the artistry of visions. 💛✨
I like whites. When I say “whites”, it’s not just white. It is “whites”.
In the middle of March, seventeen (17) men and women from the well-acclaimed PHINMA- University of Pangasinan College of Law, took off from the bloodbath for the graduation pictorial.
Half a day was sufficient to bring all toils and insomnia into elegance, for what good would it bring to wear a “no-no battle-suit”? They would, rather, fight in full gears than come to the arena empty-handed [P.S. I was referring to our attire, sorry. 😂].
“I am sorry, Dean.” was the title of this entry because I was not so proud to barge into one’s office and take photographs for myself.
So, Dean, if you are reading this right now, I want to say thank you for being all-proficient and patient during our Civil Law Review classes. We salute you, Dean! 👋🏻We’re hoping that a day will come that you would do the same for us. ✌🏻 Again, let me be repetitive with my apologies for using your honorable office for my “artistic agenda”. 💓
I am sorry, Dean, for wanting to be a lawyer for my mistaken belief that the Law profession depicts tranquility. After almost four years of my stay in Law school, I welcomed the idea that “lawyering” is equivalent to battling. 🤼♂️
I am sorry, Dean, for my enthusiasm in entering this “Battle of Lions.” 🦁
I am sorry, Dean, for spending a year to teach while studying. You told me during the interview, “IF you want to be a lawyer, you should be a full-time student. Remember that the first day of your review starts from the first day of your class on your first year.” 📖
Thank you, Dean, for inculcating in us that failure to prepare is preparation to fail. ⏳
Thank you, Dean, for summing up thousand pages of annotation into a single sentence, clearly. 💡
Thank you for, jokingly, teaching the morale: “So what should you do when the Law favors the rich? AIM TO BE RICH!” 💸
Thank you, Dean, for, always, reminding us that UPang lawyers are above par! 👩🏻⚖️👨🏻⚖️
Thank you, Dean, for teaching us to stand for what we’re fighting for. ⚖️
Thank you, Dean, for your words of wisdom during annual testimonial dinners. 🗣
And, finally, thank you, Dean, for giving us passing grades in Civil Law Review I and II, and for signing our graduation papers! 🏆🏅
By the way, thanks to Ma’am Diola, our librarian, who cheered me up and pushed me to do the shoot here. Ah, yep, it was Pops who took these photos. Do you want to book him as your photographer? No problem!
Congratulations, UPang Law graduates! God is so gracious! We made it, future panyeras and panyeros! And congratulations to all graduates of 2018! Hats off and sablay down to the graduates! 👩🏻🎓👨🏻🎓
Honestly writing, I was so lost to have gone here. Sitting beside a coffee table at my Mom’s office, I should be digesting cases while waiting for my laptop’s transformation from Windows 7 Ultimate to Mac OS. KeKeKe.
Last December 30, 2015, we had witnessed a wedding full of folk story. My cousin’s wedding, as we all expected, did withstand its toll. So, here it is:
The “Kabogera” Wedding Gown. Bow.
Nothing but a fancy working night lamp.
If you are wondering, this is, actually, a closet.
Turn me loose.
Secondary sponsors’ lounge for hair and make-up.
There’s a photo of me posing with some drama here. Unfortunately, I chose not to include it here.
I decided the lighting here is perfect to take a shot.
Hair dress by Ryan.
These are the bouquets for tossing, later.
Her. Her. Ms. Trinidad Crisostomo-Ynzon. The bride. Isn’t she lovely?
And there I was…the Maid of Honor of this nuptial.
Weddings are always joyous! Families are brought together; both males and females compulsorily wear formal suits (even those who seldom or never wear gowns at all, for females!); Delicacies are new to taste; Eye candies are everywhere; and most of all, two doves united as one by the Priest of all Priests.
And like every wedding, couples have to withstand the test of uncertainties…the battle is not ending, but barely starting. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Magali! Keep the flame burning!
(Let me add that this post was made in different dates until the stability of Internet connection and the availability of time were secured.)
Where greens are life and browns are love, we took turns taking photographs even if we appeared aliens to this place to others. Truly, the sports complex has gotten everything you need from any common sport to a relaxing ambiance.
Get used to my justification for every title that I make. “Narciso Loco” exemplifies the enamor we undergo every time we step into the corners of Lingayen Capitol Compound including this place, and all its other tenements. Admittedly, we are from Pangasinan, however, no time in the world existed without us falling in love to these places over and over, again.
At any rate that you want to experience them yourselves, you are free to go! There is no entrance fee whatsoever. In fact, the more you appeal as an alien, the more welcome you are to the administration. 😀 Other than that, still, a number of memories are coming up! Stay updated and thanks for stopping by!
“OCEAN FLAME.” There is always a fire igniting in the ocean. It may be oxymoron-ic, but I love the term. Two contrasting elements make it neutral.
These are actually old photographs taken weeks after my 18th birthday. As you remember, I became the model of an online shop. When I was browsing through my desktop folders, a bright idea hit me.
How do you love being BLUE? The oxymoron of that question applies with my agenda this month. I started modelling for an online shop and boutique, with all my papers and utterances hanging. You could just see the simplicity of my poses there, eh? This would be my stepping stone towards one of my biggest dreams! I owe these to my cousin!
Make-up by: Angel Pinkheart
Hair by: My mom
Photos by: Angel Pinkheart & ME
WANT this dress? You can purchase this online. Just follow these steps:
Tell them I was happy that I attended. Thank you, Lord, I came, safely.
With Sir Cortez, our department adviser. I cannot count how many laughs we had because of that somewhat funny incident. Plus, the fried chicken was wasted!
Here are the two birthday celebrants of August 25, 1994: Me and Ariane Mae. We never forget to take a picture in every acquaintance party because it’s a custom of having our birthday, a few days after the party.
Hey, hey, hey. The three of you? Illuminati?
Clap your hands in the air and groove with the MUSIC.
See? For those who didn’t attend the Acquaintance Party, “sayang kayo.” =P
(From left to right) Pisces + Virgo = Michelle and Ariane! I meant that, no joke.
The two Psych majors: Ate Ann and Ate Reg.
Thanks for my co-Liberal Arts students who faced the camera and smiled, widely.
Do it all again! This is a display of fresh smiles from adorable ladies. #winks
Because we were out of dance steps, the picture above tells the story. Ha-Ha
The melancholic shot of me. Ariane Mae gave this shot a more detail to the background.
“It’s a night knickknack, and everyone’s buzzing around the stripey theme!”
Just before the Twilight welcomed the dusky evening, I got up on the wrong side of the bed. It was the 17th of August, 2012 – our university’s Acquaintance Party and Mass Induction of Officers. Honest as the day was long, I was having second thoughts whether or not to attend the party that night because I felt too weak and I wanted to lay down in bed and sleep.
To and fro, I have been changing suits to suit myself. With less pain pounding my head after an hour of sleep, I hurriedly groomed myself. And as you can see, there weren’t that make ups on because I was running out of time and I need to attend the Mass Induction, ASAP. Even my hairstyle was not an excuse like I just grabbed a rubber band and tied my hair, etc. I lived by my principle: “Simplicity is beauty.”
I didn’t feel sorry for attending the party because the pictures above tell the story. Thank you for waiting for the photos. Have a great day!
Running out of flats at school time is not a new thing to me. They are my best of friends in everywhere I go. As a student, I go not only for the fads and crazes of our society, but also to matters at rest. That is why I am habituated to wear flats all the time.
In cases like this, high heels, on the other hand, provide glamour and femininity, despite the fact that heels were originally made for men, centuries ago. Therefore, if flats are our best of friends, high heels are our sisters! They add color to our lives.
What is more straining than running out, stumbling and fumbling because of sandal malfunction?
Ten minutes before my last class I finished up going out of the front door to fit my shoes. It was so incautious of me to leave them unattended under the sun because of my exhaustion when I got home, lately. A few meters away from the house, there was a sudden misalignment on my feet, the footwear was melting like an ice cream on a sunny day…
Oh, no! Not in times and places like these…are you kidding me? Our house is miles away from here, my cousin’s place.
Step one, step two, step three, step four. Pffft! Pfffft! Few counts meant few steps to head back to my cousin’s house before she drove with her car away. I called her and reached out to the garage to pass on the message.
“Halt! Look at this. The sun melted my rubber sandals. Can I borrow one just this time?”
She looked at my feet and gave a small laugh. This was when compositions and properties of substances were getting clearer to me now. You expose rubber in the sunlight, chemical change occur. But wait, was that a chemical change? Tearing of shoes, anyone? I bet that’s physical because no chemical reactions occurred. Kill me, but there was heat. Hmmn…
Pardon me for my paranoia. You know, I have this feeling because of my Chemistry class. We’ll be having our third quiz tomorrow about the Changes or Properties of Matter so please do understand. Ha-Ha
I wear FLAT shoes…
Going back, I hurriedly entered her house and ran towards the shoe rack. Man, I can’t find flats because all of them were heels! How’s that? I had no choice but to pick one before I come late for my next class.
I really wasn’t used to wearing heels, esp. of they are not mine because they often trips me, and I don’t want to fall over the same reasons today. What was more embarrassing than tripping in front of your instructor, unexpectedly, while walking down the corridors? Thank you, Jerica, for the company. She helped me and guided me like I was disabled for wearing high heels, despite my height advantage. And I have to say that she never leave me until we got into the bus stop and she acted like my bodyguard for mere trips and stampedes. I loooooove her!
Anyway, as I got home, you could just imagine my sigh of relief when my feet touched the cold ground…no more wedges and edges and crazes!
I am sorry, Dean, for wanting to be a lawyer for my mistaken belief that the Law profession depicts tranquility. After almost four years of my stay in Law school, I welcomed the idea that “lawyering” is equivalent to battling. 🤼♂️
I am sorry, Dean, for my enthusiasm in entering this “Battle of Lions.” 🦁
I am sorry, Dean, for spending a year to teach while studying. You told me during the interview, “IF you want to be a lawyer, you should be a full-time student. Remember that the first day of your review starts from the first day of your class on your first year.” 📖
Thank you, Dean, for inculcating in us that failure to prepare is preparation to fail. ⏳
Thank you, Dean, for summing up thousand pages of annotation into a single sentence, clearly. 💡
Thank you for, jokingly, teaching the morale: “So what should you do when the Law favors the rich? AIM TO BE RICH!” 💸
Thank you, Dean, for, always, reminding us that UPang lawyers are above par! 👩🏻⚖️👨🏻⚖️
Thank you, Dean, for teaching us to stand for what we’re fighting for. ⚖️
Thank you, Dean, for your words of wisdom during annual testimonial dinners. 🗣
And, finally, thank you, Dean, for giving us passing grades in Civil Law Review I and II, and for signing our graduation papers! 🏆🏅
The “Kabogera” Wedding Gown. Bow.
Nothing but a fancy working night lamp.
If you are wondering, this is, actually, a closet.
Turn me loose.
Secondary sponsors’ lounge for hair and make-up.
There’s a photo of me posing with some drama here. Unfortunately, I chose not to include it here.
I decided the lighting here is perfect to take a shot.
Hair dress by Ryan.
These are the bouquets for tossing, later.
Her. Her. Ms. Trinidad Crisostomo-Ynzon. The bride. Isn’t she lovely?
And there I was…the Maid of Honor of this nuptial.
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