I don’t know.
Mouse & Adobe Photoshop.
Ang Kailangan ng Bayan.
A close friend from Ateneo needed posters for their fil14. The objective was to make it viral, so my twin sister and I merged concept ideas and I designed this.
Went to Las Casas Filipinas de Acuzar with 14+ for Marie’s post-debut celebration/treat!
Loved the architecture, loved the fact that the structures have so much history behind them, loved the beach, and loved my friends’ company!
Group photos from the Marie! :)
Anonymous asked: Hello po :) Incoming arki freshmen in UST... Pwede po ba matanong kung ilang oras po ang binibigay para magdrawing po... Especially sa Visual Techniques? T.Y. po :D
Sa pagkakaalala ko design, 4 hrs; Drafting, 3 1/2 hrs; VT, 4 hrs. :) Pero minsan nagbibigay muna ng instructions or lectures sa umpisa so idk. :))
Mouse & Online Photoshop.
I made posters for my bestfriend-from-elementary’s PERSEF presentation (or something like that). We prioritized eating that night (I slept over at her dorm near DLSU. Yum Mcdo, yumm baconsilog), so we had to make it simple. Haha.
Went out to Enchanted Kingdom with my blockmates today. :) One of the best days of my life! This girl here is Macy Reyes and I’ve missed her so much! So happy to be reunited with her. ;) Hahaha we both agree that this picture looks like an indie album cover. Visit her blog (her url is haecceities here in tumblr. Take caution, she often changes her url)
Ahhh. This day is just so lovely. ♥ I feel so blessed, having been given the best blockmates I could ever ask for. :)
A quick one for the UP Manila Chorale.
I’m standing under a giant faucet, waiting for that glorious moment when fate will finally twist its handle to unleash lovely moments to wash over me like water.
It’s been opened before, and in those instances, as I bathe, I think, “I’ll miss this when joy stops falling again.”
It always does —and I am left to dry, to sullenly wait for next time.
I always try to keep some residue, but what remains of the water slips down eventually, or drops from the tips of my fingers, until traces of them remain only in my memory.
So here I am. Waiting, writhing, drying.