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When in Nuvali

My much needed break, after weeks of Design stress. 

June 9, 2014
May 21, 2014
"Lurk" by The Neighbourhood

the neighborhood - lurk

"Honest" by The Neighbourhood

the neighbourhood - honest

May 3, 2014
"Where Do I Even Start" by Morgan Taylor Reid

morgan taylor reid - where do i even start

April 19, 2014
Visita Iglesia 2014
It’s actually my first time doing the tradition. Despite the scorching heat and the thick crowds, it was a fulfilling trip- spiritually and architecturally.

Visita Iglesia 2014

It’s actually my first time doing the tradition. Despite the scorching heat and the thick crowds, it was a fulfilling trip- spiritually and architecturally.

April 13, 2014
April 3, 2014
lol i’m trying to fill up my old sketchbooks this summer. front page goes to my favourite mutant- jean grey in ink and sharpie.

lol i’m trying to fill up my old sketchbooks this summer. front page goes to my favourite mutant- jean grey in ink and sharpie.

March 31, 2014
March 26, 2014
March 20, 2014
BT 3 Finals // 2nd year, 2nd sem
During that long-awaited afternoon, summer was about to come, and final exams were about to finish. “Just one last push”, we kept telling. We really had no idea what was in store for us.
So exams were over and everyone scrambled in the hallway. Others, of course, felt happy as hell, meanwhile, I felt neutral. I couldn’t celebrate just yet. We still had one more task, and that is, to have our plate checked. But that’s just it. I felt empty; didn’t feel any anxiety at all, nor excitement. 
Too tired to think. Too tired to move, even. After spending four days at a friend’s house, pushing my body and my brain to the limits for this model, I was really, dead tired. I just wanted to pass it and leave it. I even expected for the worst. 

But sometimes, expecting for the worst is good.

Because when prof called my name and took a long look at our model, my mind could not process what I was seeing. Because when I went out the room and people asked me what prof gave us, I just cracked a smile.
Prof gave us a
flattering,
flat
1.

BT 3 Finals // 2nd year, 2nd sem

During that long-awaited afternoon, summer was about to come, and final exams were about to finish. “Just one last push”, we kept telling. We really had no idea what was in store for us.

So exams were over and everyone scrambled in the hallway. Others, of course, felt happy as hell, meanwhile, I felt neutral. I couldn’t celebrate just yet. We still had one more task, and that is, to have our plate checked. But that’s just it. I felt empty; didn’t feel any anxiety at all, nor excitement. 

Too tired to think. Too tired to move, even. After spending four days at a friend’s house, pushing my body and my brain to the limits for this model, I was really, dead tired. I just wanted to pass it and leave it. I even expected for the worst. 

But sometimes, expecting for the worst is good.

Because when prof called my name and took a long look at our model, my mind could not process what I was seeing. Because when I went out the room and people asked me what prof gave us, I just cracked a smile.

Prof gave us a

flattering,

flat

1.

March 1, 2014
February 21, 2014
"Robbers" by The 1975

The 1975 - Robbers

 
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