Color my World

I’ve been scouring the net for watercolor techniques, inspirations and tutorials and stumbled on an interesting post about Life in Color.  The pictures they posted on the blog were grouped according to color and I did not know there were a lot of pictures from nature that did not consist of blue skies, green mountains and the cliche-d colors of nature.

For someone who lives in a country where there are only two seasons and the color of the leaves here consists mostly of those of the green kind, seeing the red and yellow leaves was a treat for me.  That’s probably one of the reasons why I’d like to travel to the U.S., Europe or Canada someday.  To see the different kinds of nature landscapes in various colors so different from mine here. 🙂

I was inspired to paint just seeing the burst of colors in the images.

yellow leaves strewn all over, covering the earth.

an umbrella of red leaves

warm orange skies looking over gray-colored waters

purple-andpink skies melding into dark blue mountains

all images via underworld magazine

In my mind, I imagined how God must have painted these wonderful scenes when He made the earth and when He did so, He wasn’t just limited by the primary colors in the wheel.

It’s amazing that like our world and nature, our life, can take on different colors as we go through different stages in it.

The colorful changes do not diminish its beauty or worth, instead they give it a different perspective and another side of its beauty.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. – Ecclesiastes 3:11



the godly woman

i would love to teach History in these heels! wooh!!!

{all images from pinterest}

Selah.  I’m thinking of quitting my part-time college teaching next semester as honestly I’m constantly exhausted physically from studying and grading papers until the wee hours of the morning.  It’s been taking a toll on my preschool teaching duties and responsibilities (my day job, so to speak). Also, I’ve noticed that time has seemed to become a luxury these days.  I miss going to the revival services every Tuesday – honestly.  Thinking and thinking.  They want me to teach two subjects this time.  A course on Philippine History and one on Jose Rizal.  What to do, God?  Need help and wisdom.  My Practice Teaching or practicum subject will also be next semester.  Decisions, decisions and more decisions to make.

I wanna decide based on how I feel physically – now.  Tired and pretty much exhausted.  But I’m also thinking about the eternal implications of my choices.  Lord, You alone know.  Of course, I’d love to hear You tell me “go ahead, stop teaching” but I wanna hear Your decision.

What do you think?

P.S.- Since I’m trying to avoid thinking about the decisions to make, I’d rather surf the net for another James Rollins’ book.  And oh, I stumbled across two very fascinating blogs while I was checking out my pinterest.  The Atlantic-Pacific and Bess Friday’s Photoblog.  You should check them out.  I’ve never seen outfits like Atlantic-Pacific’s and wedding and portrait photos like Bess Friday’s. :))

Here are some of the photos from Atlantic-Pacific and Bess Friday…

I super love the necklace!

image from here

interesting combo!


i literally exclaimed "waah" with envy at this get-up

check this outfit here

brightly colored

seen here

i love the modern audrey hepburn-ish look.


and Bess Friday’s photos…


via this post on Bess Friday


First Outfit post: The Schoolmarm

So, please give me a chance.  I’m trying my hand on this thing called “personal style blogging”.  I know the photos are at their rawest, unedited form.  I have yet to learn taking those outfit posts I’ve seen in fashion blogs in blogosphere.

Here is my first outfit post on my teaching clothes.  Just a test post. 🙂

This is how I look like when teaching Philippine History every Tuesday and Friday afternoons in a conservative college in the metro.

When I first taught in a university, I was 20 years old then and I hated how conservative my Mom was when it came to teaching clothes.  I had graduated from a state university that is known as the “bastion of liberalism” here in the Philippines (the University of the Philippines Diliman) and, of course, a dress code was almost close to non-existent.  Some professors would come to class wearing slippers, shorts and a shirt, much to my mom’s dismay, while some students went to school wearing the skimpiest of shorts or the weirdest outfit.  The mentality in Diliman was that your brains and your acads (academics) were more important than what you wore.  It was the substance rather than the form that was important, as they put it.  I had a lot of learning and growing up to do back then.  I can still see my mom trying to hide her “horrified” look when her eldest daughter came home every semester break wearing short shorts and flip flops to the mall or to family dinners.  I knew she tried hard not to make a comment at that time though her face still said a lot of words.  Mommy, thank you for being so patient! 🙂

Now that I’m teaching again I realized that there was wisdom in what my mom constantly hammered into us about modesty, respect and style.  Being stylish does not necessarily mean showing off flesh or all the blings in the world but it’s about mixing and matching and dressing appropriatelyAs my dad told me, it’s about respecting and honoring your audience, that means my class, even in a minor thing such as a teaching outfit.  In my parents’ opinion, how you present yourself is already a peek of a bit of who you are.  Propriety, propriety, that’s what they keep telling me.  And today, I guess I’m already ready to listen to them.

Gone are the days when I would go off to class wearing something inappropriate {like an ultra-fit and clingy shirt dress} just to spite my mom and her conservative style.  Back then I was a few pounds lighter and I kept pushing the dress code limits of the conservative, Catholic university where I once taught.  This university was a far cry from the liberal University I had graduated from.  It was quite a culture shock for me to go through the doors of the school with the guards checking the length of my skirt or see if my blouse was too sheer for the students’ sanity.  I enjoyed breaking a dress code or two while I was there.  Yeah, so much for being a role model, huh.  Oh, the folly of youth…that’s what comes to my mind when I think about those days. 🙂

Now, I am learning to take her advice but add my own twist to it.  And with that, our styles have melded and the teaching wardrobe has stopped becoming the “mom-yen war room”.  Today, I understand that boundaries and dress codes are there not merely for your own benefit but for others’ sake. 🙂

How about you?  Have you tried resisting conforming to your mom’s style when you were younger?

{my Soul Surfer day!}

I don’t know why bad things happen to us sometimes but I have to believe something GOOD is going to come out of this. – Sarah Hill in Soul Surfer in response to Bethany Hamilton’s question on why terrible things happen to us in life. 🙂

{A teenage surfer girl summons the courage to go back into the ocean after losing an arm in a shark attack.}

The line above got me.  Most of the times we subscribe to the adage (consciously or unconsciously) that says” Once bitten, twice shy” and we sometimes let the pain, failures and mistakes in the past define our present and future.  But I dare say that in Christ, all things are made new!

Last weekend, I was a stay-at-home gal as I was down with the flu and a bad case of colds and I decided to watch Soul Surfer.  Good thing I did.  God spoke to me about faith, love and fighting for your destiny.  Walking with God does not assure us a cushioned life but He has promised that He will make ALL things work together for our good. 🙂

So, I’ll go back to the “water” and “surf again”.  🙂 Right, God?! 🙂

But for me, knowing that God loves me and that He has a plan for my life, that no shark can take away and no contest result can shake, is like having solid rock underneath me. Bad things are bound to happen to everyone. That’s life. Here’s my advice: don’t put all your hope and faith into something that could suddenly and easily disappear. And honestly, that’s almost anything. The only thing that will never go away, that will never fail you, is God and your faith in him. – Bethany Hamilton in here

What a loving promise!