My full time job is taking over my life and I’ve been feeling exhausted more than usual as of late. I barely turned 21 last month and yet, I’m feeling like I’m 50! I believe the “adult” life is finally taking a hold of me and probably won’t ever let go until I let myself breathe. Along with a lot of other priories of my life, I have decided that a breather is what I need or else I would end up looking like I’m 90.

And so, I’m rekindling my passion in photography. I want to start a portfolio again and I only want to shoot a person or two at a time. I do not want to make this a career so everything is all for fun and games – it’s a hobby. I will be shooting for free for the time being and probably as times go by, I will start charging for my service. So if any of you guys are around SoCal, get in contact with me! Free photoshoots, c’mon!

Anyway, I’ve been working behind the scenes of 5route.net more often than I should be. I keep working in the back rather than the front so this site has become quite dull with not much to do except to read my jibber jabbers. Hopefully, it’s not toooo bad! I am almost done with the shop and its release date is coming sooner than I expected! I am excited. There are not a lot of products yet, but there will be. If there’s any suggestions whatsoever, feel free to comment on this post. I also have three projects going underway, but still needs plenty of work. If there’s anyone interested or have a great idea to collab with, I would be honored to be a part of so please contact me

It’s been all a blur lately. One minute I’m at work, sitting at my desk going through files after files. Another minute I’m sitting down at Chili’s with a close friend of mine having dinner at 10PM. Soon, another minute goes by and I’m laying in bed trying to remember where the hell did all my minutes go? Then another minute would go by and I’m back in the office trying to keep my eyes open. It’s all going hazy, I’m telling you. Sometimes, I wouldn’t be able to recall what I did the other day unless I got something on me that would remind me of such details. I feel light, but heavy. I feel as if I’m roaming aimlessly in the fog, reaching out for something, but always nothing. It’s not as much of hope anymore, but more about believing and here I sit, not believing that already five minutes has passed.