Tuesday, 27 September 2016

Dead Flora: 8th of 11

Wednesday, 7 September 2016

I am going to tell you a bit about my Grandmother: 7th of 11

Shown here in the middle, donning a cream top and a very stylish pants, just being fab under a banana tree.

Tuesday, 6 September 2016

Rat Race: 6th of 11

I don't think I follow the same time frame as most of my peers. When it comes to achievements in life or simply going on through a certain phase in my life, I'm either late or advanced that it even frustrates me; mostly at myself, mind you.

Monday, 5 September 2016

Sensitib: 5th of 11

There's humor and then there's heckling, there's a difference.. When I think about it, I realized that  I adjust to the person that I am talking to most of the time, or at least I try. But weirdly, I still get affected by comments from people closest to me. Saklap.

Sunday, 4 September 2016

1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th of 11

For the 1st time in 3 years, my Xof11 series started 4 days late. For this, D apologizes. My life is in transition and I kind of lost the thirst to share random going ons in my head because of what happened last summer. But this must not be so, I owe it to myself at the very least to keep on writing, regardless of how useless these ramblings are.

Monday, 29 August 2016

Here's to Changes

I once asked friends what is that one thing that is keeping them from doing what they want to do in life and often I was answered back that is fear. Fear, taking form one way or another. I am afraid. I realized that I have been afraid for a long time and this realization came after an onslaught of unexpected news in my life.

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

Winging it, One Ukay-Ukay Dress at a Time

I tend to get days like this, oddly enough, yes. I plan for it, work around the details and then I mess up, or things just unravel on their own, I dunno.

“She can wear a veil, an eye mask, even a potato sack over her head - it doesn't matter. True beauty never fades; it radiates the kind of glow, that makes you turn your head and look, same way you unconsciously look for the stars, when the night is dark.”

Veronika Jensen