When Marker Meets Newspaper

Behold: blackout poetry!

I came across some pieces on Pinterest today and, after doing some research, fell in love with the idea. Artist and writer Austin Kleon created the process and calls it

"poetry made by redacting the words in a text with a permanent 
marker, leaving behind only a few choice words to make a poem"

Box the words you want to keep – checking that their order makes sense – and blackout everything else. So creative, and still so simple. Naturally, I grabbed a few sheets of newspaper and a black marker and sat down to try my hand at blackout poetry:

Blackout poetry

I accidentally blotted out part of the “a”!

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For Lola, A Year Later

Lola

You were so beautiful, Lola. Your love, selflessness and patience were never absent; not once in my life did I see you get mad.

In so many ways, it was so difficult. I have yet to experience anything more emotionally painful than this night, twelve months ago. But I know, at least, that you are no longer in pain. And I hope that you can see us today, so different from the people you left behind, and feel proud of who we have become. I hope it is close to the same feeling I get whenever I think of you.

You were a blessing I did not deserve and I thank God for watching over you now in a way we never could. Never will I forget you; always will I love you.

The Not-So-Complicated Relationship Between Peanut Butter and Me

Peanut butter and I go way back.

A family favorite, I grew up eating the stuff. If there was ever one bread spread we couldn’t go without in the house, that was it.

Back in my elementary days, whenever hunger struck in the midst of doing homework, peanut butter sandwiches were the go-to snack.  Continue reading

A Visit to the Old Folk’s Home

Last summer, I was on the hunt for an old folk’s home to collaborate and initiate a community service group with at school. Though it turned out that finding a suitable home was harder than I’d anticipated, the hours of research and unsuccessful appointments finally paid off with our visit to one old folk’s home last month.

It was late morning when my friend and I visited the home, which was a reasonable drive from school. Continue reading

It’s Not You, It’s Me

It’s over.

Well, no, but it certainly has been “a while”. “A while”, in this case, directly translating into “months”. Dear me. I think it feels longer though.

Oh, here it comes, you’re thinking. Another excuse, right about now.

And okay, looking back at some of my most recent posts, I’ve realized how often it just so happened that I fell prey to the evil publish-hindering odds. (Oh wow. Was I really that ridiculous?) So I couldn’t blame you if you’re expecting another one right now.

But fortunately, it’s not coming. Instead, I’m coming clean: it’s not you, it’s me. Continue reading

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Week 12/47

Before you lunge at me for yet another tardy Project 47 post, hear me out:  the wordpress.com site (and the internet in general, for that matter) decided to be painstakingly slow last night!

So yes, you see, I would’ve been Sunday-night right on time this week. But with the technical difficulties and all … (okay, so I realize it’s not the most remarkable of reasons, but still perfectly understandable, don’t you think?)

Er, anyways! With that aside, I’ll be frank: I really must be coming off as some full-of-empty-promises kind of girl, which is downright horrible. I have therefore resolved to take advantage of the 4-day weekend by writing and publishing a blog post in the next few days!

Week 12.

My mom brought home a brand-new Nikon Coolpix AW100 the other night – in all its shockproof and waterproof glory – so of course, I was eagerly waiting for an opportunity to take it for a spin.

Bubbles underwater

Since my little brother wanted to got for a swim yesterday morning, I decided to join him and try out the new toy. I’d initially planned to lie down on the floor of the pool and take a picture of my brother as he glided on the surface for this shot, but of course, the result wasn’t exactly picture perfect.

Then again, I’m not one to complain about  accidental pictures that turn out well.

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Weeks 10 and 11/47

Three regrets: firstly, the tardiness of yet another Project 47 photo, sigh. Secondly, I haven’t been picking up my camera much lately, which is a real pity. And thirdly, I’ve literally got over five drafts for blog posts, but never find the time to write and complete them. Bummer.

Week 10.

Since we were doing portraits during the other week’s photography club session, my partner and I ended up at our school’s “adventure playground” for a location.

Playground portrait

I instantly loved the interestingness in the strips of sunlight that shone through the spaces in the wooden boards, so I took a few shots there. Now that I realize, the angle of the floorboard’s lines provide some interesting contrast in pattern too.

Week 11.

This one was taken after a photography club session as my brothers and I waited for the car. Observing the world through my “aspiring photographer” eyes, I was running the concept of “Every photo should tell a story” through my head when a taxi driver waiting in his taxi caught my eye. The reflections in the rear window added some interestingness to the candid shot.

I’d originally seen it as more of a black & white photo, but only when I started writing this did I realize that I realize I liked it better in color.

Taxi driver looking out

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Week 9/47

Late again, I know, I know. I assure you though, I was ready to upload this on Sunday night. Unfortunately, my wonderful camera decided to take a nap. (Though I suppose it was well-deserved, I’ll give it that.)

Week 9.

The weather this past Sunday was quite lovely, so an Easter get-together with family friends went well. They made sure a table to the side was strewn with brushes, poster paints and glitter, which my brothers and a few other kids used to personalized their eggs. You gotta love the way they paint and decorate them (a smiley face, glitter galore, an alleged ninja egg, etc.)!

Three painted eggs

Afterwards, there was an Easter egg hunt, which was certainly the most exciting part (and in the end, one of my brothers found the most eggs, obviously the result of the help he received from his older brother and sister). My parents never really raised us to celebrate with the whole Easter eggs/bunny thing though, so as not to overshadow the true meaning of the occasion.

Hope you all had a blessed Easter!

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Weeks 6, 7 and 8/47

Phew! I was on the verge of missing Project 47 this week too. But, thankfully, I didn’t. Bummer though that I haven’t published anything these past two weeks, breaking my weekly publishing streak in the process (though to be honest, being me, I had it coming). Now, to catching up!

Week 6.

Truth be told, the gloominess is related to how I was feeling that week (which wasn’t exactly fantastic). But on a happier note, it’s summer here, so I love it when it rains for a change!

Week 7.

I’d decided earlier to balance Week 6′s picture out with something more colorful, so I picked one of a couple of ship containers along the Saigon river.

Week 8.

And to finally bring me back up to speed, a fun photo of my lovely little brother messing around in the passenger car of a ferris wheel. (Hey, cut him some slack. We haven’t been on one in quite some time, haha!)