a journal with no niche

Love Notes #001

It's been a while ever since I wrote about the things I've been loving. The last time I did this was months ago and ever since then, I've missed doing it. The reason why I have been putting this off is because most 'monthly favorites' post involves beauty products and it's a tag mostly used by beauty bloggers. I, on the other hand, am not one so talking about it feels kind of weird. But then I thought screw it, you know? Besides, writing this kind of post once in a while makes me feel like I'm having a laid-back girl chat with all of you.

'Art Turns, World Turns'

Let's be honest here, I was never a museum visitor kind of gal. It's probably odd for a designer not to enjoy museum visits but hear me out. A designer's mind is not always identical to that of an artist although in some cases, the two may merge. I've talked about this before but unlike art, design leans more towards the logical side of things, the science and functionality. As a designer, I am more accustomed to digesting things with logic as opposed to feelings. This results in my inability to consume art on a whole emotional level. But when our friends invited boyfriend and I to check it out, we decided to give it a go.

Clocked 022 | Justice League & Other Tidbits

My previous weekly summary post was quite gloomy and sad so I'm thrilled to tell you that this time, it's more laid-back and relaxing. It has been raining a lot these past few days and even though I love rain, it can get annoying due to thunderstorms and difficulty finding Uber.

The Art of Letting Go

When the puzzle pieces outgrew themselves and no longer fit the canvas, I find myself so pressured between trying to fix things or to walk away. I chose the latter. Because even when you have tried to glue back the pieces, a broken vase will still look cracked and bruised, leaving memories from the fall.

Clocked 021 | Weeping Willow

A way to make fun of how bad this week was, I decided to call it the week of a weeping willow because I'm a weeping mess. Ha, get it? Yeah, it's a bad joke and a failed attempt at satirical writing but hey, someone's gotta do it to lighten up the mood. This is a gloomy post, you have been warned.

You Don't Own Me

You don't own us. 
You don't own me or my sister. You don't control us or strip us of our soul. 
We are made of iron and steel, engulfed in flame of fortitude and strength.  
You don't own any of our piece, you never will. 
We will march, forward and against you.
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