5/365. Getting high as fuck.
4/365. ‘Cause “Dear Diary” is so lame.
Stay-home Fridays are always boring as hell, and so I played with my journal for a bit with color pencils and watercolor in tow.
3/365. Fragrance of thorns.
Cold breeze. Coffee. Color pencils. Lazy daisy on a Thursday afternoon.
I suck at updating planners, so, I bought a journal instead. I’ve been meaning to buy one for several months now, but finding a Moleskin-ish but less expensive type was pretty hard.
And then I stumbled upon this one, definitely Moleskin-ish minus the Moleskin-ish price, and bought the damn thing without any second thought.
Ogash, I am so happy like aswdgfghafsdgsa.
Quick shot before leaving the house. Had a movie date with the world’s most awesome moms, Madear and my sisters-in-law.
I’ve always thought 2nd of January has got to be the year’s most boring day - the official day when the holiday season ends and majority of the population goes back to work. Nonetheless, with a free movie plus free movie munchies, today was absolutely far from boring. Awesome day with awesome women, hell yeah.
I’m starting to see less, and starting to want more.
At the back of my mind, a voice is saying that this, this is a one-in-a-lifetime thing - that once I let this thing go, nothing will ever stack up against to what we’ve built and to the things we’ve been through.
We were supposed to be complementaries. We were supposed to be the opposites that attract. We were supposed to be light and darkness, calm and storm, composure and clumsiness, patience and rage, but now, we’re just two people supposed to be hopelessly and mutually in love. But. We’re. Not. Not anymore, I suppose. I’ve been too sensitive, you’ve been so fucking dense.
Blame it on the sickly sweet chick flicks that give a perfect picture of a perfect love. Those taught me how to expect more, how I should be seeing and feeling and receiving more like surprises and dates and patience and understanding.
Blame it on the leading women on those sickly sweet chick flicks that end up unconditionally happy and blissfully in love with a perfect guy with perfect words and perfect romantic acts and whatnot.
Blame it on me for, once again, finding loopholes on our supposed-to-be-perfect-like-the-movies story. Blame me for finding faults and for tactlessly pointing those out. Blame me for losing my bearings over each fight, over each confrontation. Blame me for hating what we’ve become.
Blame me for wanting more.
Okay, I’m not really sure about that one. Not really a fan of cloud shape names and all that. Funny thing is, the sky today reminded me of preschool drawings with puffy clouds drawn with several semi-circles and a horizontal line. I drew a lot of those back then.
I do this every start of the year, reminisce about the decades and years that have gone by just so I can look at myself right now and say, “Damn. Time does fly.”
Sparks. Sparks everywhere.
123112. New Year’s Eve.
Spending the holidays with the whole family never gets old. It’s one too important tradition to break.
When the clock struck twelve, on the rooftop where we could almost see the entire town, we marveled at the sets of fireworks near and afar. An amazing view with the most amazing people I know.
We had a pretty loaded 2012, and now, we’re setting our game faces on for a greater 2013.
— Claire, Modern Family
New year, new beginnings.
This is the time of the year when everyone seems to be prepared to start fresh and to welcome the year with a newly reformed self. We look back to the closing year and realize how it had been one hell of a bumpy ride, and face 2013 with heads held high.
New year, new set of priorities.
2012, in my case, was all about bad decisions, irresponsibility, and fucked up priorities. And honestly, I think I am already done with all that jazz. I’ve had my time as a lazy-ass-easy-go-lucky-and-always-dead-drunk college student, and I enjoyed it. Hard. As the 2013 dawns upon my 21st year, I am ready to be a grown woman with full-time responsibilities.
New year, new perspective.
No more insecurities, instead, a boosted self-esteem. No more doubts, instead, a strong binding trust. And no more ineffective New Year’s resolutions, just a focused, goal-oriented vision.
2013, my body is ready.
New Year is the time for all things round and all things sweet and all things perfect.
I made these graham balls today as a practice shot of sorts. I’ll be making another batch for New Year’s Eve, this one’s for the kids. They are munching on these little buggers non-stop. Even I can’t help myself from devouring every last bit. Yes, it’s that yummeh.