second runner-up adobo

and when it rains, it pours

i have this certain love for powertools.

and an urge to write on myself.



listening to Wild Nothing and i fell in love. I'd rather live in dreams and I'd rather die.
I still have this guilt feeling everytime I cook meat. Like I have to pray for the dead animal everytime I cook or eat them for that matter. Apologizing for human selfishness. But then again, gratitude for their existence. Humans are (and are not) animals afterall.

I want to be a pastry chef.

Then some henna scrap from the old boys' hair coloring session the other week got me into doing this impromptu. It faded after three days.