If you’ve been taking photos for a long time, you’ll agree with me when I say that light plays an important role in each photograph. It can set the mood, create shadows and, yes, illuminate specific areas. It helps create shape and dimension on the subject. The perfect light, albeit ambient, for that perfect composition can also be very elusive.

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This is no original concept for a product photo. I admit that I got the idea from the product photo seen on Sephora. I had wanted to photo document the arrival of NARS Super Orgasm in my hands — subsequently blogging about an FOTD — for Beauty Bento Box.

My photo mimicked the original product, which brought about the thought of copycats. Chatting with a friend, she had reminded me that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Annoying, yes, but flattering, nonetheless.

Like what I had done, copying the photo concept, it translates my admiration for the photographer’s style. I reckon this can also be applied wherein situations are reversed. A person can take credit for my own original idea but that person and I know the truth. Bottomline, that’s all that matters.

After the initial irritation, I had calmed down and saw the brighter side. I am, after all, where I should be and I’m happy. Perhaps this is where they want to be at, too.

Yes. Let’s call it a severe case of narcissism. But isn’t it fun to take your own photo, sometimes?

Out of something that can be categorised as ordinary, I had found myself having fun in the process. This is one of the moments wherein I love what I do and that’s not just because I get to take photos of myself but rather to explore the idea of confidence and inner acceptance.

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This is why I love sunrises.

Work had taken me all night to finish. Don’t you ever get that way when you simply can’t drop something you’ve started? I guess this spells out how committed I am to something I love.

Taking my break, a moment before breakfast, I was dazzled by the sunrise. A pink sunrise.

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You lie awake at night, dreading the arrival of the sandman. Half asleep, your mind’s in a mad rush to fall into the deep, dark unknown.

Yet in the stillness, you struggle.

Dreams feared and un-forgotten.

You don’t want to go back there. Make it go away.

In the light of day, you find yourself baffled. Memories of exhaustion and tears. Unrealised terror. Like trying desperately to breathe underwater. But it wasn’t real. It never happened. Despite the feeling like it did.

Give me these moments. Give them back to me.

Do I still have strength in me? I reckon I do. I still have a little life left in me yet. There’s still fight in me.

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Trivia: Full story at The Parody – Sleeping and Dream Journals. Photo is one of the few ones I took of my Nokia E71; September 2008.