Almost done.
Not done with the content though.
Tonnes of editing through and through.
I'm drained.

Never mind me, but today, I'm rosy-cheeks.

I did the outrageous thing today.

Never had I did it before... so don't insult me. But today, I was able to accomplish something.

I was able to make buttercream icing and designs in a manner I never knew before... However, I was disappointed that I didn't make the cupcake itself by scratch and it tasted like plastic, and not homemade.

I love this freestyle, after experimenting the main 4 methods of icing. 

A little lopsided I must add, for this one. 

 Another method I did after experimenting. Cute, ain't it?

 I loved my well developed stars too.

 Another proud member. 

But... it was the last batch of white icing, thus the finishing wasn't smooth due to bubbles in the piping bag.

 First icing.

 Rose stars. PRETTY. ME LOVE ROSE patterned icing :]

 Notice the difference in size? It's a mini cupcake. HEHE. I adore my mini cupcakes.

 Last few cupcakes... 

you can see another disfigurement in icing flow...

 Pick your favourite =]

 If only the cupcake mix was better than the ones I made from scratch :(

 I love. rose. cupcake.

 My mom recognised the effort but I didn't want to show any disappointment suggested to do something unthinkable: a simple buy as a gift with a notion that it is the thought that really matters.

And so it did.

I was red, well, everyone was in red. either in reality, clothes, face, or alarming decisions.

I don't know if it's too many first-times in a first time. but it was really massive. However, all goes well, and so far I am trying to keep myself calm.

And pray to God that everything good will remain good, and the bad away.

[Photos will be updated later. Prayer comes first :]]

UPDATE:

Alhamdulillah. God willing. 

:]

We are at the risk of having an Entitlement Mentality...

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
He passed the first interview; the director did the last interview, made the last decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".

The director asked, “Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, “Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, “Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: “Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered, “I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'

The Director asked, “please tell me your feelings."

The youth said, Number 1, I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping
my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, “This is what I am looking for to be my manager.
I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.

A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*

You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done. 

You would have forwarded many mails to many and many of them would have back mailed you too...but try and forward this story to as many as possible...this may change somebody's fate... 

So I am looking around to create a proper portfolio...

And I was thinking of two important things.

1. The portfolio (duh!)

a) What kind of pictures do I want to put in to make myself stand out?
b) Ironically, this calls for me to scrutinise myself and actually see what kind of photographer am i... *lesigh*
c) The e-portfolio layout
d) site that establishes my portfolio. should i use ole-blogger? I know my html well to rack up a fuss here.


or unknowntomestill-wordpress? -nothingtosay-


or should i start using interesting-tumblr? hmm. interesting, but the templates my screw up my head a little too tightly.

Actually... smugmug seals the deal well. Since I'm paying bucks to run the show live. I shall learn how CSS and make things work! Rawrs :3


2. Cards.
No, not wedding cards. But something that goes along the line of business cards.
Just to establish myself, I know I need some when I go around, and I have to make my portfolio work, before all this comes through.

IDEAS! http://content.photojojo.com/tips/12-awesome-photography-business-card-ideas/

THEMES. I want simplicity. so how should i go about doing this. I can work my heads off trying to draw it... seriously. should i? hmm.