Art

A Day in Watercolors

Last June 25, I had the opportunity to conduct a Watercolor and Bullet Journal Workshop for an org in my University. I was able to apply what I’ve learned in TCP in developing an instructional plan for it which made teaching the workshop so much more effective.

I had a lot of fun at the workshop and since I’m still in the watercoloring mood, I made some paintings of my own that I’d like to share with you.

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Art

Aesthetic Mood Boards

Hello, my beautiful off-beats. Happy July!

Unfortunately, I’ve been in a bit of an art slump but just because I’m not drawing anything, doesn’t mean I’m not feeling creative. So to channel my artistic tendencies, I made some aesthetic mood boards.

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Writing

The Girl and her Fishes

I love fish: both as creatures of the deep and as a delicious entree. I like to think that I was a mermaid in a past life. A mermaid that had an adorable fish companion, much like Ariel and Flounder. I love going to the local aquariums of places I visit. I’ve had the great opportunity to go snorkeling and scuba diving in local beaches – all for the love of these special sea-dwellers.

As a pre-teen, our family had a small aquarium with pet goldfish. They were cute, little blobs of joy. I fed them everyday with their little autumn-colored flecks of fish food. In hindsight, it probably wasn’t best to put their tank next to the microwave but I digress.

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Person

Waiting for a Disaster

I have a friend who would want to do anything else in the universe than go home to her mom’s.  In broad strokes, it has gotten to the point that she wishes that she wasn’t born as her mother’s daughter. She tells me (and a couple others – we have a group chat) countless stories of what her mom does that makes her feel like a failure, like she’s trapped in a corner.

As her friend, that breaks my heart. As someone who has seen her grow into a brilliant young woman despite all odds, to see her go through this makes me angry in a way that I don’t entirely know how to express.

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