Izzy✨🎀 - The Bed-rotting Potato

I attribute whatever tf my Spanish skills is NOT to the fact that I took Spanish classes in High School (I’ve learned nothing other than the correct pronunciation of my “s”, which for some reason my teacher is very particular about hmph), but rather to the simple reason that ABOUT 1/3 OF WORDS FROM THE FILIPINO LANGUAGE IS BORROWED FROM SPANISH and our grans made us binge watch dora when we were kids

As much as I don’t ever want to go back to high school, I will forever cherish the memory from my senior year when someone dragged me to establish an “official” reading club (like school acknowledged with club adviser and budgets) that should be catered towards improving the literacy rate, but instead turned into a front for our very own ao3/ fanfic club.

Idk how to feel about the fact that heavy rainfall/ typhoon doesn’t provoke any sort of fear in my body.

A short “rant” about names~~

Younger sister had been calling me a bed-rotting potato because I’ve been bed-rotting on her bed (has good ventilation 🤷‍♀️) for the past month, and I’m not at all insulted… in fact, I’m keeping that nickname

Being an “artist” is so trippy… like wdym I just spent 2-3 hours of my precious life coloring HAIR (and I didn’t notice) 🤧🤧 Anyways, I’ll probably finish it in about another hour or so.

As a bilingual, Idk if I should love or hate the fact that I have a different humour depending on the language I’m using… the problem is, when my local friends started to converse mainly English—which in enough itself started as a joke—we still used the same humour/jokes from our local tongue.