April 22, 2013 / 2:52PM 1 note

On learning Hiragana and AI
While I feel like I’m at a crossroad in my life, everyday, I’ve decided to teach myself a few things to keep me sane.

Someday, I’ll get to see those cherry blossoms too..

On learning Hiragana and AI


While I feel like I’m at a crossroad in my life, everyday, I’ve decided to teach myself a few things to keep me sane.

Someday, I’ll get to see those cherry blossoms too..

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January 29, 2013 / 8:25PM

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September 23, 2012 / 8:50PM

Yes, I still like to goof around.

Yes, I still like to goof around.

sisterly love

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Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.

— 1 Corinthians 13:4–8a

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May 13, 2012 / 10:39PM

Why is it this difficult?

Why is it so hard to get?

I’ve wanted and wished for nothing but this.

Only this.

And it still just wouldn’t happen.


Why?

Oh fuck.

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April 10, 2012 / 11:02AM 3 notes

First company outing.

Just the perfect way to start summer.
And I know there are still a lot of things I should look forward to! 

(Thanks for the photos, Myel!)

summerworkfun

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March 7, 2012 / 12:10PM

I want to learn carpentry.

I want to learn sewing.

I want to learn painting.

Using watercolor and enamel.

I want to learn quiling.

I want to learn origami.



Ahh.. If only I have more time..

Or maybe, if I just don’t have work to do.

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February 29, 2012 / 4:31PM

Spending weekend right

I didn’t go to work last Saturday. I woke up early thinking that I have to.. But then I thought, I’ve been a diligent employee for the past week already! I deserve a BREAK.

And so I grabbed my stuffs and went to a coffee shop instead.

And this is how my ‘quality time with self’ was spent.

I’ve always loved sketching. Ironically, I never got to really do it even though I took up architecture. Well, maybe I did during my freshman year. And I really enjoyed it that time! But it stopped somewhere.

So now, I want to relive that happy feeling I get when I draw. And this is my first attempt.

Forgive the disproportion and deformity.

Spending time like this, by myself, is also quite new to me. I always like to be around people who I am close with. And I do not prefer to be alone most of the time. But this was different. And I’m glad I tried it.

It’s also healthy to be alone sometimes, I think.

And after a few hours..

This is how my hand looks. Supposed to be. Either I definitely have to practice more, or my hand really looks that bad. Oh well. Lose-lose, either way.

Maybe I should start with doodles first!

nothingssketchlifehappy

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February 23, 2012 / 2:11PM
  • A good pencil;
  • coloring materials;
  • doodle pad (‘sketch’ pad seems like a bit of a pressure);
  • a good book (if ever I find one at home); and
  • the right playlist.

These are the things I need to get my “quality time with self” started.

And since I can’t get a tree house or a hammock in our backyard that easily, I guess I’ll just settle for the closest coffee shop.

And hopefully with this, I find my passion again.

thoughtsnothings

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February 17, 2012 / 11:37PM

“Nothing can be more important than you.”

things you said that made me smile

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February 13, 2012 / 3:31PM

Photo journal.07 | Things that fly

You define what happiness is.

And for me, I want to keep it simple. Just as what a kid would think.

Flying kites,

The sky,

Friends.

hot air balloonkitesjustlittlethings

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February 4, 2012 / 10:04AM

“Thanks for being worth it.”

things you said that made me smile

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January 29, 2012 / 9:48AM 2 notes

Pipikit na lamang at magsasayaw,

Habang nanonood siya..

up dharma downlss

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January 24, 2012 / 8:57PM 1 note

Photo journal.06 | Twenty-fourth

And I was the happiest that day.

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