camera whores

i love to use this phrase. camera whore.

this has been one of my favorite adjectives for the past months, influenced by my friend vanessa, a major camera whore herself. 

which makes us really good friends because i don't like my picture being taken. i'm better at being the shooting that the one smiling at the shots. 

gogol and his tatay went camera-whoring last weekend at CPU. i was their photographer. 

we had a lot of fun. 

we also did some people watching because it was a sunday and so many baptists in their sunday dress are going to church. from little children to ugod ugod adults. 

gogol had fun calling out to the tuko's and the tiki's at the rose memorial. i didn't like the tiled floor of the entrance to the rose memorial because it's slippery and my stomach turns over every time gogol gets away and runs to the other end of the hall. i had to ask kitoy and we both said it would have been better if they used pebbles or plain concrete. the entrace is utterly and dangerously slippery when wet. 

before i get into more discussions of why i don;t like this building, allow me to go on with my photo essay. 

and oh, they made a very terrible addition to the top floor of the henry luce library. i'm no CPU alumnus but i;ve lived on the street leading to this wide campus for almost 3 years now and i;ve seen how they ruined the respectable building. 

now it's just ugly ugly ugly. 

NOW TO THEW PICTURES>

presenting................

gogol and his tatay HHWW along the university street.

gogol wanting to grab the camera. 

tatay said this could be his brad pitt candid pose. 

BWAHAHAHAH.

because gogol still wants to grab the camera and wouldn't budge when his tatay called on to him his tatay left him alone. he ran after his tatay when he felt his alone-ness.

that's him looking like a dancing little elf.

(little na gani elf pa. nano.)

how do they call this area in CPU? Miami palms area?

kitoy and i had a short super crash course on palm trees that day. 

these (the tall ones) he said are washington palms.

now on to the fields. gogol scoured the field like a dog on ecstasy.

i asked him to give me a smile but he just showed me his crooked teeth. 

i don't think this would even qualify for a grin.

second time i asked him to give me a grin.

on the third time, his grin totally faded away. 

i wonder what he'll be when he grows up.

judging by this photo alone.

and back to camera whoring.

and brad-pitt-tom-cruise posing

more washington palms. 

with some humans here and there.

and some more washington palms. 

with some more close-up of humans here and there.

and a terrible flash photography.

same thing sans flash.

same thing 4 seconds after...

CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW THIS PICTURE TOTALLY REVEALED HOW HYPERACTIVE GOGOL IS? 

his tatay never moved an eyelash and look how different his pose IS in this picture than the previous one. 

we should really stop giving him sugar for breakfast.

NOW.

I WILL CALL THIS SHORT INTERLUDE TO MY CAMERA WHORE PHOTO ESSAY:

THE (UNDERRATED) FLOWERS OF CPU.

the fake peanut plant flower. 

and the clear clear blue sky.

with ants all over it. i mean the flower.

on the flower.

coupling fake peanut plant flower.

real sweet.

HENCE...........>>>>>

<<<<<.....THE ANTS.

still kissing despite the ants.

tall proud flowers of fake peanut plant.

more flowers of the fake peanut plant. 

and this blue-light violet-periwinkle-all shades-of-purple-you -can-make-yourself-imagine-them-to-be flower. we played with the seeds as tots. 

(i will teach gogol this trick if these will still exist in 10 years)

you put a drop of water on the dried seeds and pop they go.

and the pink hedge favorite: SANTAN.

AND THE BUILDINGS WHICH I-DON'T-THINK-THE-STUDENTS-CARE-SO-MUCH-ABOUT

(because i feel the students here are trained to be workers workers workers this university wants to produce workers and board passers not thinkers, leaders or innovators but people they can send to dubai or qatar or middle east to become cad monkeys for ugly buildings or to london or the land of the no-more-milk-and-honey to become milking cows. i wish i could help change how their teachers think of them. but i can't, can i really?)

yes. i finally was able to get a good perspective of this building.

with a point and shoot camera. at 8:30 in the burning morning of a Sunday.

bloody sunday.

 

and of this ugly bandstand.

that, at the corner, again, is a washington palm.

last but not the least,

the lonely yellow car underneath the dying tree.

on a warm warm warm Sunday.