Oceanarium

Notice how when you visit a zoo/aquarium you end up with a bunch of useless blurry pictures of animals? I looked through the camera and most of the pictures were completely unusable. What a shame.

I only wish I could post the after picture when she realized it was real iced tea and not the powder mix. She hates tea.

Mean Muggin'

Hello there! A lot has happened since my last post, my last post being my sister's wedding. Since then, they've set on an apartment together, I'm about to begin my 2nd year of college, my other sister is leaving for Cebu, and my mother had brain surgery. Whew.

Now that our brains have settled down, and my momma's considerably, I've gotten a chance to get back to having me-time.

Here's a little sneak preview to the next post! Bet it's got you guessing(:

The Ballards

May I present the newlyweds?

My sister got married yesterday. She's now Mrs. Julia Ballard. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? It was quite the whirlwind wedding really. If they hadn't married yesterday, the United States Air Force would have shipped them off to different locations, unable to see each other for years. How tragic. So instead, they had a small ceremony with John's family as witnesses. So here's to their happiness and their new life together, may your story end with a happily ever after.

Phones, Tubs And Caps

Why is the lighting in a bathroom so gosh darn wonderful? Seriously. This is why there are so many bathroom pictures. The lighting is superb.

And why would you call someone on the toilet? Just why? To get someone to bring you a roll of toilet paper when you're out?

We wanted to have a bubble bath. We did. Well. Raye did.

Oh cliche bathroom picture, we all love and hate you at the same time. And shower cap? I could never hate you.

Aaaand I'll just leave this unicorn/photographer/struggling musician picture right here. Little hint, I'm the unicorn(:

Hotel Adventures

Let me just begin by saying, I've never gotten as much trouble as I got from the front desk lady at Marco Polo. We spent an hour trying to check in. And with excuse after excuse, she wouldn't let us. I finally had to call in a friend who had to call in her dad to check us in. This was after I got the head of security down, so that we could explain the situation. What an absolute bother.

But we shook those bad vibes and Alyssa strummed songs on Panjee's guitar. I am slightly ashamed to say, we sang One Direction. It's just so gosh darn catchy.

And then I got a wicked little idea to start a pillow fight. Yes, girls actually do have pillow fights at sleepovers.

Raynard found the closet. Which he came out of. Multiple times.

Then we found the phone next to the toilet. But that's another story(;

Bleached Tips And A Fried Fish

Let's play a little game, shall we?

Easy Level: Spot the bleached tips.

Medium Level: Find the mole.

Difficult Level: Spot the fried fish.

Good luck!(:

Aged Beauty

On our trip, we stopped by the T'boli Museum. I have to say, I was completely captured by the museum's caretaker. She was dressed casually but there was a certain mysterious, tribal vibe to her. She moved silently, her feet treading carefully on the bamboo floor. The floor that creaked and groaned under our steps stayed quiet under hers.

She wore no jewelry on her body except for her ears. They were adorned with gold hoops, beads and hanging chains. And on the very first, her piercing was a mirror. Surrounded by a gold hoop. Surrounded by a circle of beads.

Each fold of skin. Each worn crinkle told a story. A tale I would never know. A mystery she would keep until the day her beautiful brown skin would fold with the brown ground she walked on. But this woman will not fade. Her imprint will shine with the rays of sun she has walked under her entire existence.