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.

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.

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.

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!).

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.

Meet Goldie.

Goldie is a beautiful pitbull with wide golden brown eyes.

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.

Prim and Geeky!

This was my Monday attire. Started the week with a positive, prim attitude.

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. 

Dogs just wanna have fun!

It was the weekend and the dogs wanted to come out and play!