Something Fashionable

Just this evening, I watched models work it on the runway for the Philippine Fashion Week Spring Summer 2012. Resort Wear Collection was presented by Ipanema from renowned fashion designers Anthony Nocom, Catherine Cavilte, Dave Ocampo, Lyle Ibanez and Raoul Ramirez.



I saw a lot of swimwear for girls with see-through dresses and slits up to there. Plenty of short shorts were worn by guys as well. If we could all wear short shorts, life would be fun!



Unfortunately, I don't have decent photos for my camera's not for occasions like this. Taking pictures would also interrupt me from focusing on the show (Which I'm glad I did!).



I'll still show you some though (Face palm!) but please, you have to forgive me if they appear to be distorted or something.

(If I only knew the name of that woman, I would acknowledge her here!)

(I don't really see their faces, do you?)

(I was really aiming for Daniel Matsunaga and Sarah Meier.)

(Mismo!)

Few things I've learned today and things I should not forget if again I will attend an event like this:

1. If I don't have a VIP pass, I should arrive at the venue earlier to get a good seat. We were seated at the sixth row. Not bad though but still I want to be in front or nearer.
2. It's my first time so I did not really mind dressing up. I turned out to be wearing inappropriate attire. Although there were plenty of us, I felt bad for myself.
3. I should bring DSLR camera but since I don't have, I'll bring a friend to do the job for me. I am that wise you know; and
4. To take more shots!



This ain't gonna be the last. Next year, the runway has to wait for me.

In The Dark

There are a lot of thoughts worrying me. I can’t find a way to escape from them. My troubled mind wants to just give up. I want to disappear from here and never come back.

Whenever I think of how my life sails nowadays, I get sad. There’s too much I can’t take. I believe that I deserve a life better than what I am experiencing right now. These crazy thoughts keep on swirling in my head as they roll and turn into a snowball.

I fear that one day they will make me explode.

With the help of Coldplay’s Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall, I am trying to drown every single preoccupation I have.

Harry Potter-ish

Who says I can't fly in a broomstick like Harry Potter? This photo will prove you wrong! Lol!


I have planned of doing something important today but I can't help but browse through the photos of our outing last Saturday. My priorities suck. If I fail, that's because of my stubbornness. My mind has its own way of shutting everything out and sometimes I just can't control it.


It's 1:14 AM and I haven't started anything yet. Oh well, it's time. Toodles!

Crazy Sunday

My can't-stay-at-home-on-a-Sunday monster was awakened by a text message from one of my closest friends asking for a meet up. We barely see each other since she decided to move out of our house. What I hate about weekends is that I am always hungry. I don't have food at home. I am too tired to cook. I always get up late. So going out means eating out!


I arrived at our meeting place almost an hour late but I was lucky she did not get mad at me. We rarely clash 'cause we know each other too well. We both filled our empty stomach that we ended up having stomachache afterwards.





(She did not cry. Her eyes are really like that!)





(Me with my signature pose!)


We talked about crazy things - high school and college memories and the friends we have at the province. Whew! We never run out of funny moments together! I didn't know what got into her when she agreed to buy me a shirt at Oxygen. When we were still kids, she would always treat me and I guess that's innate.



(She asked me not to post this but I'm telling the whole world.)


And before I forget, I got myself a purple mouse!



(It doesn't look purplish in this photo.)


It was a such a crazy experience sharing my Sunday with Tintin. Crazy is normal for us.

Rain On Her Broken Heart

The bitching rain thinks that we enjoy listening to it as it pours down droplets of water while my twin sister shed her teardrops caused by her broken heart.

This isn’t the first time I saw her cry and whenever she does, for the same reason, I wouldn’t be the first one she would talk to. I am known for not being in a relationship since I was born. That makes me your unreliable source for brilliant breakup advice. They might have seen that I am very resistant when it comes to this scenario. All that I would utter is ‘move on’. That’s pretty simple, straight-forward, it may lack a little empathy in there because it has been used many times. But yes, that’s the only thing one should do after the fall.

It may be too difficult (because moving on from a lost iPod surely put me into a bad emotional state) but she’ll make it through. Just like the others who got their hearts broken. Just like the first time she fell in love and lost it.

We all need to feel pain. We all have to have our hearts broken and we have to learn how to survive. We can’t continue being in a miserable, unhealthy, sunken condition.

If you’ve been kicked, don’t crawl. It might hurt but you should learn to stand up.

Although I’ve never said lots of comforting words, I’ve tried to at least make her smile. That’s the best thing I could offer. I sometimes put my two cents in based on observation which I believe would somehow open up her mind to what’s real and what she needs to do.

It’s still raining, yet she’s no longer crying.  I have this notion that it sympathizes with the current mood that she has.

She will be fine.

R.O.W

Here I am staring at my monitor thinking of how to spend my weekend. I’ve been so busy last month that I realized I never had enough time to rest. For this coming weekend, I am free. I don’t have commitments or plans to go out. I promised to stay at home and fix a lot of things in my room. My closet’s a mess with thrown clean clothes, socks, pants, undies and what have you. Saturday will be the perfect day to sort out all these messy stuff, and I also would like to get more sleep, work on my fitness and eat!

I have 2 more days until my rest day. And I mean it. Weekend’s going to be my rest day because after that, I will be busier than the bees again! Life on the go is fun but we have to slow down sometimes and just lay down.