another batch of frozen yogurt

chocolate frozen yogurt

in love with frozen yogurt

coffee frozen yogurt :)

greens

i love vegetables. the tea flavor soba noodles really taste like tea! it was really good. the label behind the package is pretty funny too :) i think according to my hobby, i might have done a pretty delicious noodle soup!

a new found, a new resolution

i came across this site the other day. there are definitely things i can relate, things i agree, and things i disagree, but most of the time agree but finding it so hard to do. check out holga (art) blog too!

listening over and over and over

you melt my heart to stone adele

watercolor background

finished the watercolor background paintings for a client. these are the three that they've chosen. the project is a brand guidelines book for Microsoft Studios. as part of the project, there's a toolkit that users can download backgrounds, picture frames, sketches, etc.
it was kind of fun working on this project. normally, i don't do a lot of watercolor paintings. it gave me an inspiration and i will probably incorporate more of these in my future artwork.

If you forget me by pablo neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda