Love/Hate Relationship

May 31, 2010

I am having a love/hate relationship with my blog right now.

I love it because:

  • its FREE
  • I generally love to blog.
  • its fairly easy to use.
  • I can check out my stats, which is pretty cool but can become a sad obsession.
  • I can be me.

I don’t love it because:

  • It looks boring.  A “custom” banner and a white background?  BORING.
  • Adding pictures  can be kind of a pain.
  • Though I like blogging, I haven’t had time.
  • I check my stats almost obsessively.
  • I can be me, but it doesn’t really say MEEE!

So I promise myself and Chris too, once finals are over (JUNE 8th) and I can be fairly normal again, I will find a way to turn this into US.  I will take a million more pictures and actually blog them (look for blogs about Heather and Brandon’s engagement party and ZAMA soccer).

In the mean time, I’d like to share a bit about what’s been going on in our lives, since I haven’t really had the chance to blog about all the bloggable things in our lives.

We each have developed our own new obsession this last week or so.  I have logged in many hours on because apparently I heart hand crafted things, especially jewelry.  I am waiting patiently for my four, yes FOUR necklaces that I have ordered in the last week.

Chris received two tarantulas in the mail this week, two tiny spiderlings, courtesy of The Invert Shop.  I wasn’t thrilled with  the idea of these 8 legged creatures growing old with us, but they’re kind of cute in a gross and weirdly fascinating way.  Unfortunately for us, we lost one.  So our little smithi is somewhere and we don’t know if he’s dead or alive.  Chris is pretty bummed about it, but he’s already ordered another smithi and another one to our fast growing collection of things that crawl.  I can thank Dr. Kaae from Cal Poly Pomona for getting Chris (a former arachnaphobe) into these creepy crawlies.

Because I have been sick and now Chris is too, we haven’t been making it to the gym every day.  I love having that routine and hate that we’re breaking it, but I love going into work and not feeling like I’m going to fall asleep, since we don’t get home from the gym until at least 11.

This is what our iPad has looked like for the last week.

Here is our smithi, our only imperfect picture before he left us. 😦

Because this has been an incredibly stressful school year for us, we are taking a much needed Vegas trip the day after my LAST DAY OF WORK.  We will be spending a couple of days enjoying each other without the stress of school, work, or even home.  We are going to indulge in a couple’s massage and good food, but not without using the hotel’s fitness center.

Also, we are planning on making it out to Massachusetts for Chris’ friends wedding.  We were hoping to make it a nice long trip, going out to New York, but we really have to plan it out, and make sure its cost effective.

We are 8 days from finishing out first year at Cal Poly Pomona and I am 21 days from ending my TA career for now.  That means 21 days from focusing on our photography, but in the mean time I’m still snapping away and on June 17th we’re going to the Showit Freedom Tour.

Megan, I obviously I didn’t get to work, I did this instead, but I promise I’ll work on the paper now.  MAYBE.

My Mother’s Journey

May 23, 2010

She was 25 when she left everything that she knew to come to America.  She had been married for just a year, before she would make the journey by herself to fulfill the dreams of her husband.  Never in her life did she think she would be flying to America alone and pregnant.  The pregnancy wasn’t planned and many tried to convince her to stay until after the baby was born, but she knew that if she stayed her husband’s dreams may never come into fruition.  When she got off the plane and met one of her best friends in New York, she just cried as her friend told her she should have never come pregnant.  There was so much heartache being away from her family, her husband, and everything that was home.  Her new home in Brooklyn was the complete opposite of what she called home.  She shared a cramped apartment and was introduced to the concept of snow, which was a departure from the humid island weather of the Philippines.  She received pitying looks from those around her because though she was married and 25, she looked like a pregnant teenager.

She moved from Brooklyn to Virginia to stay with her husband’s aunt.  As she was approaching the nine month mark on her pregnancy she was still without her husband.  She was petitioning for him to come be with her, but who knew when he’d ever get here.  In her loneliness and her desperation of having her husband with her she did the only thing she could think of, she wrote.  She wrote a letter to President Nixon telling him her plight and asking him to help get her husband to America.  Any other person may have thought that the effort was useless, they would never read it, and nothing would ever happen.  She continued to hope and one day received a letter “From the office of President Nixon.”  The President didn’t write her back personally, but his office promised her that they would call the embassy and have her husbands papers expedited.

She had her baby on February 10, 1971 alone.  While the other new mothers received flowers, she laid in her bed, just hoping that she would receive them, but they never came.  She became a new mother alone, waiting for the day her husband would come, waiting for the day that the President would keep his word.  A month later this new mother and her son had a real family when her husband arrived to be with them and continue to build the American dream.

This story is one of my favorite stories because it reminds me how amazing my mother is.  It reminds me how lucky I am.  It shows me how brave and giving my mother is.  I come from a family with an amazing story and every now and then I have to remind myself how incredibly lucky I am to be where I am.

My mom is one of the most generous, loving, intelligent, funny, and warmhearted people I know.  If you need a dollar, she’ll give you five.  If you’re hungry, you won’t be for long.  (cause she’ll buy you food, not cook, my mother doesn’t cook)  If you like her flan, well be prepared to get one for your birthday, Christmas, and any other special occasion.

My favorite times  with my mom are when we’re just hanging out watching television.  Whether its Glee, Grey’s Anatomy, or the Dodgers game we find a way to have a good time make jokes and just laugh.  Those are my favorite moments.

Happy Birthday Mom, I Love YOU!

My mom and her best friend Nancy.  They’ve been friends for 36 years.

With Trisha, the most amazing event planner on the planet.

*We had lunch at the Granville at the Americana, and it was to die for.  The Americana is a must see and the Granville is a must eat.*

Vote 4 Yoo

May 13, 2010

Chris and I had the pleasure of taking photos for UCI student Megan Yoo last month. Megan is running for Division 6 Director on the Board of Directors for the Municipal Water District of Orange County (MWDOC). Besides being confident and a great candidate for this position, her true passion is water.  Her love with water sparked with a visit from Rickie the Rambunctious Raindrop in elementary school and it grew from there.  She truly loves all aspects of water and understands how amazing water is. We need more people taking charge of the community who truly care for their position and what it would mean for others, so please take the time to Vote 4 Yoo. Learn more about her on Facebook. If she wins, maybe she will dress up as Rickie, the Rambunctious Raindrop 🙂 Well here’s hoping she will!

Happy Place: Dodgers Stadium

May 9, 2010

I was on the elliptical the other day and as my legs were trying to push through that resistance, sweat was pouring down my face, and my arms were pumping, I started to laugh to myself.  When I’m working out it is amazing where my mind wanders, and for some reason it wandered right into one of my happy places.  This may sound incredibly silly to you, but my happy place is Dodgers Stadium.

I grew up a Dodgers fan, thanks to my mom.  I liked the Dodgers as a kid and even when I stopped following baseball I still wanted my Dodgers to win.  Amazingly enough my first real Dodgers game was only 6 years ago and I remember it well.  It was the Dodgers vs. Rockies and the game went into extra innings, I witnessed a Grand Slam, and I got to see Eric Gagne pitch.  Since I had such a memorable first game, I wanted Chris (a total Yankees fan) to experience what I did.  So last season, with our good friend Katee, we ventured to the ravine and watched as the Dodgers worked over the Cardinals.   Ever since then we’ve been hooked.

There’s something about baseball and the Dodgers that makes me sentimental.  I love hearing the voice of Vin Scully on my TV, spotting Tommy Lasorda  watching the game,  singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame during the 7th inning stretch, and watching as the starting lineup is introduced and runs out on the field.   There’s no better feeling than watching your team hit a home run to get in the lead (and shut up the annoying Giants fans in front of you) and give high fives to complete strangers who are for a brief moment your friends because you share in each others joy.  I love standing up in solidarity as we wait for one more out to close out the game and singing I Love LA as “Dodgers WIN!” flashes on the boards.

So in my stressful world where I have very little time to myself, I workout and laugh as I think of one of my happy places.  I think of how excited and happy I get when they play “Ironman” and Jonathan Broxton comes running out of the Bullpen and they show an amazing reel of how awesome he really is.  Although, you should hear my Jonathan Broxton version of Iron Man, I think it’s better.    So I laugh because it’s probably one of the most random thoughts, but hey whatever makes you happy!

Ironman Jonathan Broxton!

When the Dodgers win, check out Matt Kemp and Andre Ethier (with Reed Johnson).

Probably the hottest thing in baseball.

It worked, turned this Yankees fan into a Dodgers fan.

This is my Blue Crew!

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom’s that work so hard to give their children a good life and simply just give us all their love.

Thanks mom for giving me one of my happy places.

❤ Kimberly

Stacy and Sean

May 7, 2010

I met Stacy last year when she started working in the classroom across the way from mine. She’s wonderful at what she does and as stressful as her job is, she always does it with a smile. In the last year Stacy and I have become good friends as we spend our breaks together and text each other with little bits of news in our day. We share the same guilty pleasure in wedding magazines and makeup. We both share our silly fears of birds (hers) and rabbits(mine). I am incredibly grateful that I have made such a good friend at work, someone that I can vent to when it’s a particularly hard day, and someone to just chat with.

It’s Stacy’s easy going attitude and love for fun that makes her a perfect match for Sean. The two of them met in high school and shared a little spark. But as things tend to do so in high school, that spark fizzled. It was fate that brought these two together, well fate disguised as Myspace. With small conversations here and there the spark that fizzled came back. Between late night rendezvous at the park and the ultimate friend test at the desert, the two of them found themselves falling in love. Four years later the two of them are still in love and have become the perfect match. I feel very lucky to be able to spend time with both of them and capture some of their love and share it with others.

Here’s the slideshow.
Music: Bubbly by Colbie Caillat


April 28, 2010

I have a major a confession to make. I am slumping. If they had senioritis for real life, this would be it. I haven’t been to work for three days, granted I have been sick, but I probably could have made it to work today. My body and brain would have hated me, but I could have struggled through it. As it is I am sitting in Chris’ calculus class and my brain hurts. I just had my calc midterm right in this class…so maybe I don’t have to feel guilty for feeling sick. I hate that I feel guilty for not working because I was sick. Guilt gets the best of me, even when there’s nothing to be guilty about.
My body, mind, and camera cannot wait until summer. The idea that I will be free to do what I want is exhilarating, but the whole unemployed thing scares me to death. I haven’t been unemployed since 2006 and even then I had a job lined up within a month of leaving. I know that it is best for me to leave, if I want to graduate I need to get out of there, if I want my body to stop hating me, I need to leave. The only thing that is getting me through the slumpiness is that I can finally work on me and the million things I love to do.
My mind has been churning and all these ideas are all coming out and I think that there is major potential in the success of these projects. I just need to come up with a reliable and talented support team. I am hoping that I find the right people.
So let’s hope the slump ends and I can push through the difficult school work and the tiring work work.


*What’s a blog without a photo? I’m not the only one that is slumping, so are my Dodgers. Andre Ethier is still cute despite the slump.*

What’s In a Name?

April 25, 2010

Chris and I have debated several times over the last year and a half over whether we should change our name or create another entity for our portrait photography.  A few friends have suggested that Night Spot did not exactly sound family friendly for portraits and we understand that, but we are who we are.  Our “roots” or more just our start into photography was with the club and nightlife scene.  That’s where we come from, we come from the nightlife.  But we’ve come a long way since then and we’re not JUST night life.  We are more.

Night Spot Photography is diverse we do portraits, events, clubs, and sports.  Look beyond our name.  Thank you.

❤ Kimberly


April 13, 2010

On Thursday I was super excited about making the decision to further pursue Night Spot Photography.  Friday I was absolutely thrilled and inspired.  Saturday and Sunday I continued to think of other ways to network and who I could approach for photos.  Then there was today.

I was sitting at my desk in between my morning and afternoon classes when my friend came in during her break.  We were talking about the weekend and I reiterated my intentions of not coming back for the following school year.  The words seemed scarier today than they had been.  I started thinking of the albeit small financial security that my job gave me and how after June, a mere 10 weeks away, there was no turning back, no financial security.  As I keep talking to myself in my head, I know that I’ll be okay, but its the fear of the unknown that starts creeping up.  It’s scary and exciting at the same time, but the scary part is eclipsing the exciting.

I’m not big with change, and this would be a huuuuuuge change.  I feel tingles in my fingers, like I know that  this will be great, but not without some challenges.  I’m okay with that.

When I was singing, my teacher, mentor, and good friend always told me to switch on the excitement and switch off the fear, both were there, it was my choice. I have to choose the excitement.

Keeping It Real

April 10, 2010

On Thursday, I had one of those moments, a click.   It was like you could feel yourself approaching a turning point.  That’s what I had.  It was quick and felt impulsive, but as I called Chris on my way home from work I said, “I don’t think I want to work there next year, in fact I’m pretty sure.”  It just came out of my mouth, I didn’t really think about it, it just came out and I didn’t feel like shoving it back in, trapping it into my brain and saying “Whoa there, wait a minute.”

For the past four years I have been working at a school, being a teacher’s assistant for pre-school.  I’ll be completely honest, my first year I loved it.  It was fun, it touched my heart, and I felt like I was making a difference.  As the years have passed I still like it, I had a few moments that touched my heart, but less and less I feel like I am making a difference.  I love kids, no doubt about it, but working there for four years has taken a toll on me.  This year has been especially difficult.

This last school year was my first at Cal Poly Pomona and it sure was different from Cypress College.  A huge campus (hello hills, hello nice legs),  the quarter system (Physics in 10 weeks, YIKES!), and a whole 20.7 miles vs.  4.1 miles commute from home (605 and 10 = TRAFFIC).  Because school was so far, class times are so limited, and things go so fast, I have struggled.  Yeah, I admit it, working full time(ish) and going to school full time and trying to do things that I love has become difficult.  So I have been forced to cut out things that I love, which I hate.  My schedule currently has worked out like this:

8 – Work

3/4 -School

9ish (pending traffic) – Gym

10:30 ish -Home

Add into that equation tutoring, studying, homework, and I find myself a very busy stressed out girl.  I wanted to fit some of the things that I love back into the equation.

When I found out that there would be a Photo Expo at Cypress College with very fabulous speakers, I knew I had to go.  In the last couple years I have felt like I had been at a standstill with my photography and there was something about this event, this opportunity, that I knew could change things for me.  With a little hassle from my “boss” she reluctantly let me have the day off, but it was that moment that I knew things needed to change.  I understood where my “boss” was coming from, but I felt so restricted in my life, especially with this job.  It was my intention to go part-time for the purposes of school, and it was something I had been mulling over for months now.

That small exchange with my “boss” was what led me to my conversation with Chris.  It was time to get up and move forward.  Night Spot Photography was created in 2006 and it was now 2010 and we were not much further than we were then.  In the last year I had made strides towards a different style and left behind the night life.  This was my opportunity to make things happen, to make things work, to pursue what I loved.

At the photo expo I had the amazing opportunity to listen to the fabulous Jasmine Star speak.  She had so many wonderful, inspiring things to say.  Let me just tell you, I have been following Jasmine Star’s blog for a little over a year and I absolutely adore her work and most of all her personality, which she uses in every way to market herself.  When I saw online that she would be a speaker at the Photo Expo, I knew I needed to be there.

One of my favorite messages of the day was “KEEP IT REAL.”

This is exactly what I am doing now, I’m blogging and I’m keeping it real.  Chris and I aren’t perfect, far from it, we have flaws, some major some minor, but they make us unique in who we are.  We are unique individually and as a team.  I have the pleasure of doing what I love with the person that I love and that is amazing.  So this first blog is about keeping it real, being who I am, which in the last couple of years I have avoiding putting out there on the internet.

But here I am, giving it out for everyone to see.  Here I am, here we are, and here is what we do.

I have challenged myself to take my camera with me more.  Here are some pictures I took yesterday:

Jasmine Star’s Ghetto Fabulous Marketing

Jasmine Star

Ruckus, our silly ol’ dog.

❤ Kimberly