...and then there's lonely.

Dear You (#2)

I have spent the last two days in La Union, hanging out with my best friend Razel at her grandparents' house. We mostly stay in her room where we watch movies on her laptop, discuss our woes and then laugh about them; occasionally adjusting the ac when it gets too cold or too humid. We only go downstairs for meals and some TV, although we did leave the house this afternoon to go visit a local Chinese temple to take pictures.

Tulipa gesneriana

I've always wanted to stand in a field of tulips. Right now though, all I can do is dream and draw.

Flea Market Find

The mirror was broken, and she was happy.

She'd been walking home when she found her path--usually just a concrete side street set in between a vacant lot and a rundown house for sale--had been transformed into a flea market. Makeshift tents were set up in the grassy lot, and a slight crowd had gathered around some of them, their constant chatter creating what sounded from a distance like a long, low buzz.

Acquired Skill of the Week: French Braids

Boredom led me to browse Youtube videos for some hair braiding tutorials and play with my younger cousin's hair. The only braiding I could do before this was the very basic three-part one, so I focused on learning the French braid. Good thing my cousin has long hair and didn't mind sitting uncomfortably for prolonged periods of time. Once I'd thought I got the basics of French braiding down, I proceeded to play around.

Behold:

Day One: Attempt #1

Of course, I'm still trying to get the hang of this, so it's all still a bit messy for my taste, but hey, the day before yesterday I didn't even know how to make a simple French braid.

Here's another:

Photo Proof

Somewhere in this blog I discussed my frustration with music, how I've always wanted to play the violin. Well, just in case this seems like an exaggeration, here's my proof:

Check out my 90s scrunchie!

Behind

Why do I have a fascination for masks and huge paper hand fans, I wonder?