Easy peasy vacation dress. I find vacation dressing easier than normal everyday dressing-- throw on anything that feels flowy and comfy. You are, after, all on a vacation and entitled to feel good!
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Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Floral and Pink
Been experimenting with clothes a lot lately.
Lazy pink shirt was so comfortable I ended up building the outfit around it.
Cafe Dominic
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Yellow Polkadots
I rarely would wear such a cutesy dress, but here it is-- paired with a leather (sort-of) jacket, of course, to balance out the girly girl in the outfit.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Denim and Print
Spent the whole day out attending events the other day. I found the perfect lazy (because almost all my outfits are lazy) but cohesive attire.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Coke, Open Happiness: Christmas Blowout
I saw this earlier and I realised: It's Christmas time!
('tis the season to be jolly, Tralalalala-lala-la-la)
Monday, October 22, 2012
Razorback's 22nd Anniversary Party
Yesterday marked the 22nd year of one of the Philippine's greatest rock acts, Razorback.
Taken from the Razorback Facebook page.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Funky shorts
I wore the comfiest pair of shorts the other day, in what I've perceived to be the perfect casual outfit.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Because a while back I got myself make-up brushes
I found myself playing around with make up earlier and I ended up with this look using purple eyeshadow.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Dugtong DOGtong na Pag-asa: Isang Dokumentaryo
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Sleep
3:04, it says on the clock. Time drips into hours, then days, and then nights. The TV is on, a random series of pictures and muted sounds. It is 3 A.M. and I am still awake.
I feel the need to write something, to react to something, but there are no sentences forming in my head. The darkness of the room envelopes me and the only thing I feel are the dogs' breathing against mine, slowly, surely.
I must be falling asleep. There are no thoughts, there are no words. The room is dark but it is getting darker.
I bid the night farewell, I close my eyes and leave you, for now. I give in to the silence, a temporary slumber and the death of all the words, at least until I wake again.
I feel the need to write something, to react to something, but there are no sentences forming in my head. The darkness of the room envelopes me and the only thing I feel are the dogs' breathing against mine, slowly, surely.
I must be falling asleep. There are no thoughts, there are no words. The room is dark but it is getting darker.
I bid the night farewell, I close my eyes and leave you, for now. I give in to the silence, a temporary slumber and the death of all the words, at least until I wake again.
DIY Floral Manicure
Yesterday, I did this dainty floral manicure.
After weeks and weeks of neglect, I was finally able to squeeze in time to fix my nails.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
High
Lover,
This is not the first time I am writing a love letter, but this is the first time they are meant for your eyes. When I was younger I wrote dozens of these; dozens of these written in beautiful stationery filled with powerful, big words and rash declamations all unmeant.
It isn't easy to write another one of these, you know. At some point in time I promised that never would I ever make another one, lest I find myself, again, at the foot of the ruins of another relationship, useless letters in hand and no one to love.
But, it was a few minutes ago, in those silent moments before sleep comes, when I remembered you: That song you used to play in the mornings and how you looked, smirking and in utter delight, when you caught me singing to it. I miss you, I realised. I need to see you.
But then there is no hurry– there is that whole lifetime together ahead of us. Tonight, I'll see you in dreams, my love.
I remember that song and it makes me smile. It seems I'll sing myself to sleep tonight.
Yours.
This is not the first time I am writing a love letter, but this is the first time they are meant for your eyes. When I was younger I wrote dozens of these; dozens of these written in beautiful stationery filled with powerful, big words and rash declamations all unmeant.
It isn't easy to write another one of these, you know. At some point in time I promised that never would I ever make another one, lest I find myself, again, at the foot of the ruins of another relationship, useless letters in hand and no one to love.
But, it was a few minutes ago, in those silent moments before sleep comes, when I remembered you: That song you used to play in the mornings and how you looked, smirking and in utter delight, when you caught me singing to it. I miss you, I realised. I need to see you.
But then there is no hurry– there is that whole lifetime together ahead of us. Tonight, I'll see you in dreams, my love.
I remember that song and it makes me smile. It seems I'll sing myself to sleep tonight.
Yours.
Vintage Shopping
I rarely buy new clothes. When I feel like I have nothing to wear, I shop in my mother's closet–– the place is a gold mine! The tops I'm wearing (and still am wearing as I type this) are courtesy of my mother's tendency to never throw things out (Thank God!).
Friday, October 5, 2012
Rainy Thursdays and obligations
It seems that I've a recent need for responsible looking clothes. Here's another smart casual, or as the boy calls it, "rock formal", attire.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
On the Cybercrime Act, dogfighting, and my obvious lack of sleep.
I come home late from a busy (school) work filled day to this: the whole of the internet is rebelling, and our constitutional rights, I am told, infringed on.
Of course, some people believe that I need not worry my (malleable college student) brain over matters like this– not on finals week and a play performance the following day. But, at almost 2 a.m., I am up and I am thinking.
Why should I care, why should we care? Because we are all online.
If you are not informed, put the internet to good use and get yourself informed.
I, on the other hand, shall return to that wonderful/gruesome dog fighting documentary I was watching.
I will write more about this later, at a more godly hour, when I finally gain back sensibilities from this school-finals week-auto-pilot. But, all I can say for now is that this debate on the Cybercrime Act DOES matter.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Mang Rudy's best friends
A while back, I found online the most heartwarming story about a man who lived in the streets and took dogs in.