As the Sun Goes Down (My Story v.3)

My Story v.3 (April - June 2015) from Allana Aldea on Vimeo.

Here's how my summer has been so far! I went from a trip to the South, a solo flight to Bacolod, then coming back home after a month. I initially thought my vacation was terribly undocumented until I saw everything lurking in my phone. (I was bedridden for two weeks, nothing interesting could happen, right?) But hey, my recent trip to the city of Smiles was the absolute best! I'm glad to have shared four weeks with the best company I could ever ask for.

0:20 Lizzy's birthday
0:54 Post-beer pong
1:07 My sister being weird
1:54 A pimped out tricycle which I found beyond amusing
1:57 Our worst fear (a.k.a a spider crawling while we watched Ang Nawawala)
2:10 Probinsya pets

Song: Sun Goes Down - Robin Schulz ft. Jasmine Thompson

Bacolod in Bullets

Oh, the city that prides itself on its food and warm culture. Leaving had my heart as heavy as my stomach after eating Inasal.

• Eating Inasal (most important on the list)
• Going on photowalks with my cousin
• Doing big-girl stuff like opening bank accounts

Starry Night

"I've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."

I came across this quote on Instagram and it pretty much summed up my last few weekends in Bacolod. We went from camping, to a family dinner, to a crazily funny night. The sky's just too pretty to stay indoors! (which is basically why we were roaming around the streets of Lacson way past our curfew #badass)

I've been home for a day and this is pretty much the only thing I've done. I have a few more posts under my sleeve!

Back to Back

Wanting to take a break from the mundanities of home life, I tugged my cousins along to the colorful city of San Carlos. It too us nearly five different tricycle rides to tour the city. The most amusing about it was that the rides were pimped out to the nines. And by pimped out, I mean skeletal motorcycles decorated with neon lights as the side cars boomed with blaring bass. Much like Manila, nothing in the city was every idle. Here, the equivalent of the MRT are buses waiting to be filled with passengers.

Strange how the most casual of things here can feel so liberating. Normally, I wouldn't eat street food right off the street but I was thrilled to try San Carlos' version of kwek-kwek. The local delicacy are made with eggs, then coated with flour and deep fried to orange perfection. I found it odd that instead of mini quail eggs, the city’s version was made with a regular-sized hard-boiled egg. I thought about how I could eat the entire thing in one bite until I saw how they actually ate it- sliced and doused in a sea of sweet sauce. Though I was initially grossed out by the service, it was just amusing to try something new. The amusement of eating street food left me wanting to have more even though I was on the brink of vomiting my last serving. (Plus, another source of amusement: watching a pink sky set over a football game.)

Bad Blood

The title is totally irrelevant but it was playing during a 30-minute drive to a little pottery stand by the road in Panuolan, San Carlos. The very interesting trip gave me a chance to witness how pots and jars come to be from a little slab of clay.

Screaming Color

Lately, I found myself lurking art blogs (1 2 3) out of my spare time because I’m in need of inspiration but I came to realize I’m surrounded with so much. Now, I’m climbing up to my house’s roof deck to paint the afternoon away! (I kind of regret not bringing a sketchpad to the province. I’m stuck with a not-so-watercolor friendly notebook and my Moleskine.)

These are just a few of what’s inside my planner. After discovering what brush lettering is, it got me hooked! I pretty much just doodle whatever’s playing or where I’ve been. I’m still on the road to learning more techniques and tricks with watercolor. I’ve been using the same watercolor set (Prang, 8-color palette) I’ve owned since 2011 and I still have so much paint left. I honestly don’t know what I did to make it last that long!

Jet Pack Blues

Two hours on the road brought us to a fairly new beach resort in the municipality of La Libertad in Negros Oriental. After having gone from another road trip during the previous day, I wasn't as eager for the trip but once I stepped off from the pick-up truck, I knew I was in paradise.