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Elena pulls wooden buckshot out of Stefan’s chest. “Keep squirming, maybe I’ll feel sorry for you,” she says flatly. She rips out another bit of shrapnel and wipes his blood off her hands.
“You’ve changed,” he says. “Something’s different about you. You’re stronger, tougher.
“You’re not the only one who changed, Stefan,” she says. “We all had to.”
“It’s good though,” he says.
She meets his eye, and comes to a decision. “There’s something I have to tell you. And it’s not because I feel guilty that it happened, it’s because I feel guilty that you don’t know.” She takes a breath, says simply: “I kissed Damon.” Not he kissed me, which is how she phrased it to Bonnie, not we kissed, which is how Damon phrased it. She kissed him. Either because that’s what counted - not that Damon kissed her, but that she kissed him back, which she did. Or else because she did kiss him first - all those long months ago when he was dying and Stefan was off saving him - and Stefan never knew.
Stefan looks up at her, and for the first time in a long while he looks like Stefan. Elena cocks her head at him, seeing the change and not understanding it. Then she disengages, pats his chest and says, “There, all done.” She doesn’t have any other dangerous secrets to drag from his chest, scraping his heart.
He stands up, and walks away. She bites her lip, her eyes filling with tears, and stays knelt on the ground while he leaves her.
First time I have had a salad without dressing and it is pretty darn delightful!
Vegan Taco Salad:
Lettuce
Tomato
Pickled jalapeños
Kidney Beans
Onion
Lentils with taco seasoning
Guac
An early dinner for The New Yorker Art direction: Sebit Min Article here
Late class early dinner
So here's how I started off the first day of the year. I got myself a new haircut and met with one of my college bff's. I've been blogging about how I've been wanting to burn bridges and cut off toxic people in my life but is having a pretty damn hard time. We haven't actually talked for months and I replied a few days after she greeted me last Christmas. Super dami na pinagdaanan ng friendship namin as in, may times talaga na sobrang inis na inis na ako and as a friend as much as I hate to say it, I came to a point where I wanted to quit. Cos I feel like they don't really value the friendship na binibigay ko. Siya yung friend ko na madalas ako dini-ditch pag magseset na magkikita, yung pinag-aantay ako ng tatlong oras tapos ang ending hindi rin pala ako sisiputin, yung palaging late, na kahit late na nga ako umalis kasi alam ko male-late siya e ako parin lagi ang nag-aantay, yung kahit ilang beses ako nautangan at hindi nababayaran okay lang sakin. Ganon kasi ako e, sobrang haba ng patience ko, sobrang forgiving kong tao. Sumasama yung loob ko pero lumilipas din. Hindi ko kasi talaga matiis mga kaibigan ko e. Hindi ko talaga magawa putulin yung ugnayan namin. Kasi parang sakin ipagpapalit ko ba yun ilang taon na samahan at pagkakaibigan para sa mga iilang pagkakamali? Grabe nung college kami lagi kami sabay umuuwi, kaen dito, kaen dun, punta sa bahay ng isa't isa. Ninang pa ko ng baby niya. Kumbaga mas nangingibabaw parin yung love and friendship. I'm the type of person who always tries to understand, no matter the situation is. Kahit gaano kahirap. And I always, always try to see the goodness and look at the positive side.
2017 March 08 - palo alto