where is this sun you speak of?

This is another hot air balloon inspired card. The third card I made with the same theme. A friend back in elementary appreciated the first two cards I made. So I made her one .  My friend's name is Thesa . I remember she wrote Ysay as her nickname in my little autograph. So I call her that until now. She has good handwriting and so she was our secretary of the class back in grade 5. I was the assistant secretary. Whenever I think about her, I always remember how nice o ur her handwriting is. Whenever I think about a good handwriting, I somehow remember her and her lovely slanted cursive way of writing. We never got so close to each other but we're good friends. Recently we talked about sending postcards to strangers. I guess writing is our thing. It is one of the many unknown things that we have in common. We never even have to try to force it. :)

I've gained friends throughout college and most of them are boys. These people are like family to me. They share their secrets, stories, dreams, and love problems (and stories!) . I am just glad to be around them -- crazy, awesome and, most of the time, out-of-this-world. We have grown up together but I still feel young whenever I'm with them despite the fact that most of them are engineers now. Anyway, we had a burger night on a Sunday over at Francis' crib.  We made our own burgers with the help of Carlo.  Here is the recipe (that I'm trying to remember) The Nird Burger  ('Nird' from Roger's t-shirt print) Ingredients: Ground beef Evaporated Milk Ketchup Worchershire sauce Seasoning Eggs Rosemary Cheese Burger buns Onions Lettuce Procedure: In a bowl, mix ground beef, evaporated milk, eggs, seasoning, rosemary, and worchershire sauce. Make your own burger patties. (We used a small circle plastic co...

Me and my long time friend Stephen right after playing badminton one Sunday afternoon with friends. Redscale Lomography film; Action Sampler. 2012. (The first part is mostly about me blabbing about stuff . The last part, though, makes sense ( kind of ))  I can't remember clearly the last time I felt merry, but every time I hear old songs, even those that sing about unrequited love, I am pretty sure that, at one point, among those years, I was merry with the same song in the background. It doesn't mean I am never merry recently. It's Sunday and the neighbor's radio is playing old songs. Something to appreciate about because I am kind of tired listening to the same songs over and over in my playlist. With all the new music released day by day, all those songs that I used to sing a decade (or more) ago feel new. And it's a good thing. It is making me love them more. When I was a kid (10 years old below), I remember singing songs every Sunday afternoon in our...

These are the first four postcards I received through Postcrossing. Cards from the top clockwise: (1) Anke from Germany, (2) Urszula from Poland, (3) Gezabel from Spain, and (4) Saki from Japan.  Dear Anke, thank you for your beautiful Christmas card. I have never been to your country but when the time comes that I'll be able to visit Germany, I would probably find some Ballonblume flowers. Also, I would love to see those beautiful illuminations in your town during Christmas season! Dear Urszula, thank you for sharing to me your favorite Christmas song. I tried to find it on the internet but I couldn't find any. I found something with the same title but it's not in English like how you wrote the lyrics. So, I'll assume this is the song. It sounds merry to me and one thing is for sure, I would love to speak Polish soon. Maybe learn a few words? Thank you again! :) Dear Gezabel, thank you for this postcard. I adore the three stamps so much because I have a ...

It's one of those fruity breakfasts again! I had some mangosteen, orange juice and avocado fried egg recipe that I saw online! Here is the recipe: Ingredients: (for 1 serving) 1 avocado 1 egg Olive oil Sea salt & pepper Procedure: Slice the avocado into halves. In a pan, fry the avocado and put the egg into the hole. Flip it for a while to cook the egg. Then flip again. Put salt and pepper. Serve! Avocado is so good to my tummy. I never knew it would taste good with egg for breakfast! :D

I scored these little blueberry candles for 40 percent of its original price. I kind of miss spending still and silent nights, so it was a good sign: that I should spend at least one night a week to relax my mind. To not think of anything too complicated and spend the time to be grateful for being able to see, smell, hear, taste, and feel.  My room smelled like a blueberry field. So heavenly! It's scent is so perfect that I consider that night the most relaxing I've had for this year yet. And it excites me to think that there will be more nights like that. :)

Ingredients: 2 beaten eggs 1 tbsp oil 3 blanched asparagus, chopped salt to taste you can add: 1 tbsp parsley 3 tbsp peas Procedure: Cook eggs in oil until nearly set. Add asparagus and salt (parsley and peas, if you have). Fold omelet. Cook until done. I used butter instead of oil. I like using butter when frying eggs. Also, I added tomatoes in it because I like my scrambled eggs with sweet tomatoes.

It was one happy night! No bad vibes whatsoever. I miss family gatherings like this :') Looking forward for more. Props to Milca family for hosting this very random event. I'm so grateful for these people. I wish someday we'll all be complete. I kind of miss having a mini get-together with my own family as well. Soon.   Because even if there are people who try to bring you down all the time, there are other people who lift you up higher than where you are now. These people are part of your family. Real family. I'm so blessed to have them. :') All photos by Zillah M. :)

I am hurt. In fact, my eyes are swollen that I can't almost see clearly. I don't even know how to start this or should I publish it on my blog. Trying to heal this pain through words. There is hate everywhere. You can hate anyone, anytime. And now I think I am in that state. Although hate is a heavy word but I can't find anything else to describe what I feel from being hurt. I may never remember the last time I cried in a public transportation going home but I'm pretty sure that life had slapped me in the face just like what happened a while ago. I think nobody deserves to feel so little in life that what you do is irrelevant in this world. I always consider small things -- even ideas so little -- very relevant because things always start small. I hate being wronged but I always considered being criticized. Being wronged all the time is much worse. I don't know why I am always wronged by someone who I kind of look up to which just concludes that this someone plainl...

My first adventure for this year was spent to a travel north which took around 10 hours drive from Davao City to Cagayan de Oro City. Together with family, relatives, and my brother's friends, we traveled and had seen beautiful landscapes in Northern Mindanao, Philippines. We went to Cagayan de Oro City because my second brother, Junjun, got married to Anna. She is from the north and so my family got to see her relatives and stroll around the city as well. It's my first time in Cagayan de Oro and I have no photos to share except for mostly on-the-road ones. Too bad. Thick fog in Buda Pillow fight with my roommates: Melanie & Jacquilyn The next day, Junjun and Anna got married. :) Slicing of the cake! (Photo by Zillah) Zillah, my brother (the groom), me and Dindin The next day, we decided to visit Divine Mercy Shrine before heading home (another 10-hour travel). Jacquilyn, Melanie, Karen, me, Caridad Every gi...