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Hello and welcome to a little journey through my past!

My name is Angeline Joies Alfaro, and this is where I share pieces of my childhood, my memories, and the moments that helped shape who I am today. For those who want to look back, smile, or laugh at the silly things I’ve done—whether you’re family, friends, just curious, or even me (haha)—this is for us ig.

Here, you’ll find photos, and a glimpse into the things that have influenced me—those simple moments that continue to live on in my heart and hopefully with this it will continue on to do so.

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My sister and I in our mom’s garden. Every time I see this photo, it brings me back to those carefree days—running around, the scent of mom's orchids, and the laughter as we turned a simple water hose into our own fountain of joy, drenching each other in giggles and sunlight.

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There are places that stay with you even after we left, and Lola’s home is one of them. I remember coming there excited yet exhausted because of the long drive, but my whole family was there, and my Lola's suman was comforting. Recently I haven't visited and it's not the same since Lola passed away, but back then we occasionally go there---Christmas, Undas, just visiting, and birthdays

Speaking of birthdays, the picture at the top is from her 75th birthday, with me in pink, excited for my turn at the games. Looking back, I realize how much I miss those moments—and the people who made them so special.

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From the start, I’ve loved to pose and show off my stylish clothes! Whether in outfits or with my playful attitude, each photo captures a little spark of fun. I look back at these pictures and realize that the little girl who posed so hard was already discovering her strength, one outfit at a time. And even now, that spirit of self-expression and joy still lives within me.

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Beige Black Bold Fashion New Collection Instagram Story (1)

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one word to describe myself back the was "maarte" 

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Myself back then was unbearable, even for me. I demanded attention quite A LOT, and maybe that's why I am what I am back then ---maarte; maarte magposing, maarte manamit, maarte kumain, maarte in general.

Here’s a picture from a time when my heart was as big as my jealousy. I was four years old, and this picture was taken during my sister’s 7th birthday. She wore a beautiful princess dress, and all I could think was, “I want that too!” I demanded to wear a dress like hers and threw quite a tantrum when I saw my sister my sister open her gifts out of jealousy—so much so that I accidentally hit one of my mom’s coworkers in the process.

Looking back, I realize that my jealousy stemmed from something deeper—my sister had heart problems, and so much of the focus and attention went to her. I didn't understand it then, but as I grew older, I realized my family never lacked anything. My family’s love and attention were never in short supply, and I wasn’t any less cherished. Over time, I learned that sometimes, love isn't divided—it multiplies.

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Beige Aesthetic Moodboard Photo Collage A4 Document

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A Little Girl Dancing With The Tune Gangnam Style