Uno Mas (One More).

(The cutest girl I've encountered on my travels, location: Peru)

Yes, I thought my last post had already been written, but it seems as though the pull of blogging is much too strong. Also, I'm struggling to finalise the concept of my new blog, in fear that it will seem too contrived.

Speaking of fear..


Twenty five.

(Stills from the movie 'Sin Nombre' and homage to my first ever post here)
In three hours, I'll reach that age that everyone in the 20-24 age bracket seems to fear. Sometimes I feel myself saying it with an exasperated sigh just for emphasis, when really the thought of it doesn't terrify me much at all. What makes me cringe the most is the memory of my younger self and all the faux pas I've committed throughout the years (and not just the bandages of clothing that I used to wear out).