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Recrudescence

Rediscovering old interests and hobbies.

Juls’s Recipe Book

I have this notebook I reserved for recipes I saw or read and then tried. At first, it only had three recipes in it and were easy no-bake recipes since I have not tried to bake at that time yet.

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Coron, Palawan|Day 2&3

On our second day, we had our island tour. We were on a boat for most of the day, hopping from one island to another.

There are lesser pictures today because most of the time we were in the water and I didn’t bring the underwater cam to this trip.

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Coron, Palawan

On June 30, Philbert and I, his siblings, cousins and some of his brother’s friends went to Coron, Palawan. We stayed there for 3 days, touring its beaches, lakes, lagoons, mountains and islands.

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“Don’t let one mistake define you [but] learn from your mistakes.”

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Another drawing from the weekend!
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Drew this in Fresh Paint last week while being bored because of the rain.

This lettering has a special place in my heart because I made it during one of my down days last week and it has made all the difference. I first made a quick draft of this days before, using a brush pen and I loved how it turned out. It was so much different from the original layout that I sketched months ago. I tried it with watercolor and it looked nicer so that’s what I used for the final output. It’s not the most beautiful that I made but it’s special and it’s the process that [somehow, always] counts. I also feel that the song playing when I was doing this somehow helped me to get through the sad phase I was in last week. It was Uncover Your Eyes by the Young Empires.

The Day You Said Goodnight, a short story

As she stands there, under the pelting drops of water on her face, she thinks about that night. That night was a mistake. And it had been haunting her ever since. She did not mean to do those things. Sure, it was fun, but that did not take away the fact that she’d wronged someone, and some other people.  And knowing that those people were the ones she loved made it harder for her. That made it worse.
As she steps out of the shower, she reaches out for the towel on the rack and dries herself. She hears the front door open and he hears her husband’s voice bellow through the walls. “Darling, I’m home!”
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A gift from Patricia.

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