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T H E H A P P Y L I S T
It has been a month since the last post of ‘The Happy List’ in my blog. For that whole month, I can’t seem to make one since a lot of things happened without me wanting it to, but I am ditching the drama. I have learned a lot from some helpful advices from friends and helped myself to stand back up again. Everyday, I try to find things that keep me smiling, no matter how small they are. I hope you guys do, too! *hugs*
1. The awesome slide at Changi Airport
2. Being (somehow) independent
3. Having the best support group, AJPM
4. Traveling alone
5. Finally accepting that fact that I cannot please everyone and that I have a 90-10 say to hate messages
6. Shopping (ahh, after so many months)
7. Movie nights with father dear
8. Double-decker bus rides
9. Answering back e-mails
11. Singapore being nothing but photogenic
12. Getting travel tips from co-bloggers
Travel Diaries: Haji Lane
I have been to Singapore for a few times already, but I never had the chance to deepen my knowledge on its culture, art, vintage shops and the like. That is why going to Haji Lane, Duxton Hill and Singapore’s National Museum are the must for this trip. Surprisingly, I already had the first tick on my checklist!
Haji Lane is full of street art, vintage shops and fashion boutiques. The vintage shops were so amazing and fab; however, most of the shops do not allow photography inside, but of course, ninja moves. It is only a 5-minute walk from the Bugis train station. It is an easy-find since the other streets just look the same, but Haji Lane is an exception of beauty and colours! What make me love the place even more is that only a few people come and visit it. I do not do much of asking others to take pictures of myself, but the painting is just surreal… I needed to.
Walked for half an hour finding I Am Cafe, but little did I know that the shop is closed every 3rd Monday of the month. Drooling for the rainbow cake, huhu, ragrats. Maybe next time, if I still have enough time and cash, I’ll go back there for that rainbow cake.
I’m hoping that my two other plans will be pushed through for the next coming days. Have a great week, guys! :)
Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much,
When I loved you, you became my reason for every single question I had since a kid, but then you left, and all of my certainties in life became uncertain. The water became the wind. The broken heart was not a metaphor. The tears became endless. Words and comfort cannot suffice. The world was never again as beautiful as it was in my eyes.
However, this is I letting go of the words and pain that have crushed me since the day you left. This is I not saying that I already found a way to let you go and finally move on; however, I am persuaded by my heart and soul to continue on finding happiness and contentment because I know I can. I am not saying goodbye, not yet, because I merely can’t. I am not denying the fact that I am, still, ardently and profoundly in love with you, but I am surely letting go of what keeps me crying at night. Yes, I’ll never be the same again, but that doesn’t mean that I cannot be a better version of who I was in the past.
One day, I will view ‘broken hearts’ as a metaphor used to make poems more life-like. The tears can come and go. A hug can be an answer. The world will be more beautiful than ever. And the water? It will still turn into a wind because sometimes, no matter how we want it so bad, things will never go back to the way it was.
Travel Diaries: Manila to Singapore
Since school will not begin until August (yay), my father and I planned that I will stay with him for a month. Well, it’s just timely because I have nothing to do at home since all my brothers started to attend school again, so father booked a ticket for me months ago. (Travel tip: If you have a limited budget, book earlier. The tickets are surprisingly cheaper!)
Anyways, the only hassle was, I have to travel alone. The idea was thrilling at first, but the stress came crashing down yesterday! I have travelled for some time already, but I was never able to know or memorise the process because mom did it all. Anyways, I am, still, so proud of myself because I am alive, safe and not deported by the Singapore immigration. Well, there is actually no reason to be deported but my dad and brothers kept on scaring me about this.
This is the first time I’ll be doing my adventures alone, but I’ll be with my dad during the weekends. Yay to more travel diaries!!!
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