themonsterlovedbyGod

It has been a year since I started venturing into wedding photography. Pressure has been all over, mostly from myself really. I guess becoming a professional photographer really entails a lot of technical discipline. And I've been happy with the progress that I've been making. see more: http://imaginenationphoto.com/bettyuy/ However, I keep forgetting to shoot for myself. There are times when I come home and tell myself that I should have done this, or done that. I guess my learning here is that I shouldn't let my creative self die just because this is my job now. I have to stay deviant for the sake of art :)

Being emotional can be great, we find inspiration in the littlest of things, digging through the deep dark quiet, in the stillness and in the riots of the world. Most emotional people are either great writers, singers, song writers, artists... you name it. But the most of these are coming out because we are misunderstood, we are cast aways and aliens trying to stand out yet also trying to fit in. We express the inexpressible in our art and we are almost always suicidal. Nobody sees through the heart/mind/soul of a person, being sensitive enough is quite okay. However, having so much inside can still be too much burden to carry. We try our be

I don't have a friend whom I tell all things about. Not one whom I'd run to whenever I feel up or down. No, I don't have a friend who sits by me all the time, one who rants and raves with me with my every success or failure. I won't say I didn't wish for a friend like that, I did, but in it my heart broke, just as lovers walked out of each others' lives. And in it, I found myself even more alone. In not having a human invented pet name called "best friend" I am creatively possessed whenever I feel high or low. Not obliged to always call someone, I call the one who always longs to hear me call, and in that, I am drawn nearer