Inked

Whoever said that getting a tattoo doesn't hurt is a big fat liar. I'll get back on that topic in a bit but first, I'd like to talk about our new friends, Frances and her hubby Franco.

Frances is the owner of My Little Ink Shop, the tattoo studio in Shoppesville, Greenhills. She's a small but terrible woman and I meant that as a compliment. She's about 5'2", slimmer than I am (I'm considered scrunny by some standards) but she's a helluva'n artist with her needles. Her own skin art will make Stieg Larson's heroine awestruck. Her tattoos go all the away from the neck to her lower legs. That's though right there. But...

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A Polaroid a Day

I've been developing a photo each day since I got my new Polaroid camera (the Polaroid Zink technology calls it "printing" rather than "developing" but I'm going for the latter just for street creds). I'm not yet daring to complete a whole 365 project (Instagramers, for example, take a photo each day for 365 days) because those damn Zink photo papers are expensive but we'll see how far I can go. At least for now I need around 44 for this wall craft made with Polaroids I'd like to decorate our living room with. Enzo tried to make pencil drawings on the wall once. Probably thought it was too bare. We were like "what do you think you're doing!?", "those are ugly!" and we made him dry erase everything. I think that's when he totally abandoned sketching altogether. Way to go to crush the kid's dreams.

Anyway.

For now, I made that photo in the middle to pay my respects.

That's it, no cursing for now. No wait, I already did... shit.

Welcome World!

About 5 years ago, my then blog, Confessions of an Insomniac ended with a cliffhanger goodbye. It lasted more than 3 years and I got an international audience. A total of 5 readers, who were mostly living abroad. I'm spam-tagging them all again because I have a freaking new blog!

And because I need to re-introduce myself again, here it goes. My Facebook name is Daniel Lei. Clients and co-industry friends call me either Daniel or Lei. My friends call me Lei. My parents call me Leidan which is cool because it sounds like I'm a Tekken character with a newbie ranking. High school friends call me Lei, iel or bogsa. All of them I'm cool with except for Omar Tansio who called me Cherry Pie because I resembled the actress. We became friends eventually but during my first days in UST High, he was a total bitch.

Really?

Alternately, the more cruel kids at school grew fond of calling me Weng Weng. The 2-feet actor who's mostly a secret agent on his films. I think I was actually OK with it because his movies are funny.

As agent 00. He gets all the women. 

Moving on.

Currently, I'm a cinematographer and photographer. Yep, we don't have a boss. Gets to travel for work. Don't have a time card. Those are mostly the pros. The cons go rather longer - some clients feel like they own our souls. We don't have holidays. Benefits are null. If our son doesn't have classes like the weekends, we're mostly out for work. Clients feel like our rates are 'flexible'. Yeah, like our goddamn Meralco bills are 'flexible'.

To be consistent with my former blog, readers can expect the following here:
Life events
Food, movie, TV, music reviews or whatever I'd like to complain about.
My poems, songs and artworks. Probably some work related photography.
Travelogs to exciting places, interesting locations, vacations and exotic destinations.
I'm a commuter though so it'll mostly be Megamall, Greenhills and Quiapo. We can include Metallica in Quezon Avenue just so we get 'exotic' covered.
Also, there'll be the occassional cursing.

That's about it. Hello big damn world!

Sincerely, Lei