I kinda forgot about the blog, too many things going on. I've been meeting far too many people and I don't remember like…a lot of them. Linking names to faces is tough. The following happened one too many times. Someone approaches. I smile and prepare to extend my hand and introduce myself. Someone: Hey Priscilla! How [...]...

Nostalgia is part of growing old. I accept that. So let me begin showing you my past in drips and drabs. No long post filled with awkward pictures organized in chronological order. Snippets is the style of this blog, it is never meant to choke me with writing obligations. At this point I have to [...]...

Jessica Rose describes her art as fresh, modern, and whimsical. That's too modest of her. Her little etsy store is flushed with good cheer, optimism and a whole lot of love. I have not the courage of a hopeless romantic, not yet. But today, I'm letting the Warm Fuzzies reign....

I once wrote that I feel so happy all the time that I actually miss being not happy. And someone reputed saying that I don't mean it. I know it may seem incomprehensible, depressing even. But sometimes you need to feel pain in order to feel more alive. As expected, such thoughts vanished the moment [...]...

I don't understand why is it so difficult for people to be honest. Tell the truth and let them deal with it. I can deal with the truth. What I can't handle, is finding out that I've been lied to. I have no capacity to forgive habitual liars. Some people may think that I'm too anal [...]...