Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Nightmare That Is Christmas


One thing I find absolutely horrifying during the holidays is it's ability to make me forget about the important things that I have to do-thus terrifying the panicky boy inside me now that January 3 is just a bend around the corner.

And so, after scrubbing and polishing our insanely ginormous mansion-a lie, mind you- I immediately screwed my brain cells to finally make a blog entry after days of absence. Urgh. I see you raise your eye brow. Well, to tell you the truth dear, I actually have a whole pack of loyal followers-my cousins. And mind you, they only take notice of the blog design. (*insert evil laugh) Now nobody can stop the gradual increase of my page views. (*insert evil laugh with thunder and flashes of lightning)

These fancies aside, my real concern is that raging Humanities project-LOL, I said it like it was some sort of giant wildfire. Anyway, I have to sew costumes for six nymphs and  four fairies, have to decide what eight shadow men have to wear, and I have to shop for our main cast's outfits. I now have new-found respect for wardrobe mistresses around the globe and I'm beginning to wonder why the word mistress sounds like "kabit". I mean, is it? 

Also, I'm beginning to think that running a play is a bad idea. Especially if you're an Accountancy student. And most especially if you're a student and it's your first time to do this and you only have less than three months to prepare. 

Yes, I am doomed. And I blame it all on the Christmas holiday. 

Okay fine. So not entirely. Partly (just a teeny weeny bit), it was my fault of having inhaled the holiday scent and drugging myself with it's blissful promises of relaxations and ear to ear smiles. I can only hope my worries will be left behind in the closing year. 

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On a lighter note, Happy New Year dear friends! I do hope you have a prosperous year next year and may your faith in Jesus Christ strengthen. End a year in prayer. Begin another one with prayer. God bless :)

Much l♥ve,

Rei



Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Beyoncé - Dance For You



If he was mine, this'd be my birthday present for him.
Happy Birthday K.Wish you all the best.

Mush l♥ve,

Rei

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Turtle Tales


A certain story is told of a turtle who dreamed of flying. He always gazed with envy at the birds above him that at his utter desperation, he finally asked two sparrows to lift him up the sky so that he could, at least, know the feel of soaring in the air.

The sparrows, pitying the turtle agreed. He held on to the two birds and the sparrows, with all the strength they could muster lifted him up to the sky. The turtle was ecstatic. He's finally flying. He closed his eyes and memorized the scent of the air and the freedom of having no gravity. He was crazed of the idea of flying that he thought that if he just let go, he'd also learn how to fly. He broke free from the sparrows and ended up falling down. Back down to the lonely earth he was a part of.

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With much contemplation, I realized that turtles will never learn how fly. His many flaws prevent him from doing so. His shell for example. He would've been lighter if he let it go before holding on to the sparrows. But letting go of comfort is never easy. Second, he could have attached himself to the birds more firmly by tying a rope for example. Or he could've just stayed on the ground, contented at looking at the distant birds and save himself from the hassle of flying.

It made me rethink my life. If I was the turtle, would I also risk my life for that short-lived moment of flying? Or just sit there, watching the birds do what I've always dreamed of?




Our Cat Died

and we are all in grief. Poingk Poingk has become a part of the family and his untimely death shocked all of us. I am in sorrow. We all are.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

The Dark Side of the Moon


For the blanket of shadows was not enough to hide your unraveled beauty. 
Great is indeed the Lord who fashioned you.


For the very first
lunar eclipse I witnessed
12-10-11

Monday, December 5, 2011

N's Dog Bit Me

 
That Saturday afternoon, N's dog bit me. It was painful and I'm especially concerned that my flawless legs would now be imperfect because of four red dots just above the back of my knee. And rabies. Yeah, that one too.

It was striking, really, how one thinks of death and his last days on this planet. Of broken dreams and ambitions never to be fulfilled. Of love lost. Of love, never to be found. Of life, short and fragile, like the cookies I like to crumble on top my favorite cup of coffee. And of how I'll miss my mom and that cup of coffee. Of how little in life I've achieved.

It came to a point that I questioned myself if I had lead a good Christian life and how I'll end up in the next  world. It was painful, and the brick wall I arranged around me collapsed then and there. I realized that life is short and painful. One moment you may wonder about that Advanced Accounting exam and the next moment, you may be sitting on your couch, the same one that morning and contemplate at how different everything is and regret the many regrets you've had-like not leaving the house.

I wouldn't have forgiven N if he wouldn't kiss me-and pay my medical bills and stuff. Too bad the dog is vaccinated. Tsk. That would've been the chance.



Celebrations


Four days ago I celebrated my first year in the blogosphere. It seems that it was only yesterday when I first ogled with envy at Citybuoy's fat stock of followers and literary achievements. I most especially admired the red template (not that I hate your present template Nyl) and the way he weaves words which ultimately encouraged me to start again, and create another blog.

My previous, Mr. Armadillo's Paperthoughts and Pencilmarks, was unfortunately unable to host my many interests. It became a journal, confined to the precepts of it's own title. That's why I created this blog with the title "iamrei" because the many interests and mind blabberings that I have are a culmination my own distinct personality.

Thank you so much to Key for being the very first to comment and to Citybuoy, who ironically, was the first follower. To my 36 lovely followers, thank you so much for adding smiles on my face. You can't really imagine how excited I get when your number increases.To everyone who has commented and read my entries, thank you for being part of this awesome adventure.

I had a great first year, I hope my next years will be better.

Much l♥ve,

Rei

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Vintage Vibes


Zooey on 500 Days of Summer starring opposite Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

Zooey Deschanel's band, She & Him has awakened my interests for indie feel good music. Their songs are, I think, interesting and their unusual vintage flavor is utterly refreshing from today's mainstream hits.

The American indie pop duo began when Deschanel met Matt Ward on the set of the film The Go-Getter where they were asked by the director to sing a duet together to be played at the end credits of the film. The bond ultimately sparked and the two collaborated thereon to form their first ever album, Volume One (released on March 2008) with Zooey on vocals, piano and ukelele and Matt on the guitars and production.
 
With the success of their first, the duo released their second album, Volume Two, on March 2010 and the third, A Very She and Him Christmas, on October 24, 2011.

Catch Zooey on New Girl, every Friday night at ETC.

She & Him's vintage indie genre is eminent in Zooey's wardrobe. Key pieces include colored cardigans,lace tights, comfy flats, flouncy skirts and that quirky smile she's known for. With the 1950's swinging it's way back on the runways, Zooey and She & Him might just be the new fashion and music icons.

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Happy Anniversary to my blog ♥


Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Take Me Away


Take me there/
to the place where angels grow their wings
and weaved the blanket of God on the
hays of the manger//
Take me there/
where Shakespeare once were
and juiced his pen on the fountains of inspiration//
Take me there/
where the flowers first learned to blossom
and the grasses have yet filled the meadows//
Take me there/
and nurture me//
But let me fly like the dandelions 
when my seeds are ripe of sowing.
The harvest is mine.//


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I want to be a child again.
The mind is less clouded with the dark mists of adulthood.


Thursday, November 24, 2011

Models and Zombie Faces


Had five hours of sleep. It's becoming a trend now. With so much more Accounting to keep up with and more school work to do, there's no other alternative for me but to cheat on my sleep and extend my day to 36 hours.

As always, I felt like a working supermodel on the pages of Vogue with less height and more pimples. I woke up feeling my eyebags getting baggier, shoulders weary of yesterday's labor, and myself looking more and more like a drunk zombie on Saturday nights at Fat Cat. 

Fcuk. I'll never get a boyfriend at this rate. 



Monday, November 21, 2011

I Bid the Dandelions Farewell


Things are not working out between us. You think I'm boring and when I crack a joke, you only laugh at my inability to deliver it. You question my interests and often wonder why I spend time blogging or ogling newspapers or being all fashion-ey. When I talk, you won't even listen and I'm puzzled why you couldn't hear me on our conversations when you often complain about me being noisy in class.You even think that it's wrong for me to be gay and that I should hurry up and fix myself otherwise there will be consequences.

What you don't understand is that nobody chooses to be gay. Who in the right mind would want to begin life questioning their identities and live everyday past the bullying and name-callings? Who would want to sacrifice their only chance of finding that one true love over someone of the same sex who's utterly impossible to even talk with?

I can live life not worrying about what other people say. But I cannot continue living knowing that you cannot accept me for what I am.I can change for the better, but I just cannot be that person you're idealizing me to be. This is me. And if you can't deal with it, then...

this is not friendship. This is simply solving multi-colored puzzle pieces from different boxes.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Icing on Top


That Tuesday began with the boy baking bitterness the entire morning. He was generally concerned with what to expect and how to act. It was his birthday and everybody knows that one cannot act normally on special days like these.

With these thoughts properly tucked in his mind, he went to school that day knowing that friends here and there would inevitably greet him a Happy Birthday. He entered his first class but was disappointed when no one, not even his closest friends, remembered his birthday. Religion was gloomy to him that day. And he doesn't even like that subject.

After class, he ran some errands and went back to school feeling down the drain. He felt unimportant and the boy doesn't like that feeling. He was too shy to let his friends know that it was his birthday and that they forgot because he didn't want them to feel that he was making himself too important. Self-pity clouded him and he distracted himself in order to prevent himself from crying.

Come lunchtime when the boy detected weirdness. Something was brewing behind the mist of smiles and un-birthday conversations. He was lead to the school publication's office and it was then that he realized that his friends spent the entire morning getting ready for a  surprise party for him. Nineteen chocolate cupcakes were prepared for him and the boy could only marvel at the thickness of the fluffy icing and the effort his friends did for him. He was elated. He was smiling. He was laughing. His eyes gleamed with joy.

And he was happy. Very happy. It was also his first time to have one whole cupcake splattered on his face.

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For Xela, Mayvelin, Reggie, Gee, Maria, Sidney, and Nikko who have been the bestest friends a person could ever have. :)



Tuesday, November 15, 2011

9 986 400 Minutes and Counting



I fear being forgotten, most of all. I shiver at the thought of years rolling by with nothing but dried flowers and melted candles on top my epitaph but not a human soul visiting nor remembering.

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The commonness of this morning enlivened these fearful thoughts. I opened my eyes realizing that I am (considering that I die of old age) a year closer to my grave. How does one act joyously on such special occasions if the mind is plagued by such sordid thoughts?

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Happy Birthday to me. At least my Mom, cousins and some acquaintances didn't forget my birthday.




Sunday, November 13, 2011

Almost 19: My Pre-Birthday Wish

On the 15th I'll be celebrating my 19th year on this planet and like others I too have birthday wishes that deserve to be voiced out. I can only hope that someone will be kind enough to give me this one simple wish.


Hermes Caleche charm bracelet $2375

It's something that I've been lusting on for the past few months. But if you're not really into the bracelet thing, madali akong kausap. Ito na lang bilhin mo para sa'kin.

Hermes Caleche bangle $400/each

It's something that'll definitely make me happy. Haha. And I'm not materialistic. (Slight lang) I just know that these things, if i could have these, will be things that I can treasure forever and that I can definitely pamana these to my children. Pero if I die childless, I'll carry these to my grave kasama na ang mga Louis Vuitton clutches at Hermes Birkin bags that I'll accumulate in this lifetime. (Chos) 

Photocredit - bracelet
Photocredit - bangles

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Mabuhay Philippines! on Pacman's win. Though a draw would've been the best decision, we all are proud of Manny's victory. And Marquez is a worthy opponent. For me, he was the better fighter. 



Sunday, November 6, 2011

How do you Chase Balloons?


I am struggling to write a post. The literary soul is departing my body. I miss the times when I can furiously scribble valiant verses without pause and sleep late at night thinking of a fitting title.

How do you continue to write anyway? How does Citybuoy and Evan and Jerron continually supply themselves with stories to tell? How do you breath literature to such commonplace circumstances?

My head is a giant question mark. Maybe my experiences are far behind compared to these writing giants. I don't want to lose hope that I can't be a good writer. Maybe I haven't been writing much.

I am a child fascinated by a giant red balloon floating through the horizon. I want to catch that balloon, but please tell me how. 


Saturday, November 5, 2011

Friday, November 4, 2011

Off With Your Head!


How do you run away from the things that are in your head?

True, Nikko and Gee's suggestion to remove my head would've been logical if it was possible to live without it but I'm sure that all doctors will agree that one cannot live without a head on. Which leads us to the second question, "Is it possible to survive without a body?". Another "duh" question. All carnal desires will only be desires without a body and people will die without a heart. *Duh

Anyway, these fancies aside, my real concern is that my scholarship is still pending. You see ladies and gentlemen, I am from a poor family and without that scholarship, I wouldn't be able to study. Waaah. :O I pray for divine intervention. >.<

Whatever. Don't know what to say. Hoping. Hoping. Hoping. Fingers-crossed.

Dang. I'm a potful of weirdness.




Sunday, October 30, 2011

I'm Not a Kitchen Goddess



And so my uncle left me with the ginormous task of frying the fish that unfortunate Wednesday evening and I couldn't help but tremble at the inevitable failure that's about to happen.

You see, I'm practically useless in the kitchen. The only thing I'm good at is boiling water and in fact I'm so good at it I call myself a virtuoso. For those who don't know how it's done, it's simple really. You just plug in the wire and press the red button at the back of the water dispenser and then wait 'til the red light shifts to green.

Martha-esque character aside, I think it's rather sad that I wouldn't be able to cook lamb chops or some exotic Italian pasta to that one special guy. I do have thoughts of serving him dinner on our first ever anniversary, but I guess that's why fastfood chains are popular. Now if only pizza at Bianni's was 99% cheaper.

Anyway, back to the fish, it turned out to be medium rare on one side and charred on the other. Good thing there was a birthday party otherwise we'd be eating unpalatable seafood.


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Happy Halloween guys! :)

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Tell Me How to End This




Slowly you breathe the gentle lust
to my being and I became a vixen in your love bed.
Sprinkle me with euphoria
and tousle my hair on the satin pillows.
Kiss me 'til I'm drunk that I may never be sober.
Let your fingers tiptoe on my skin,
that silent passion excites me. 
Sway me softly.
Dance me like a gypsy.
Waltz me to the endless lullabies of your skin and stars
And let my sweat be the sweetness of your mornings.
But gently wake me up.
Wake me up from this daydream. 




Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Love On Top




And so today I officially begin my sembreak. Wohooo! Haha. I'm kicking things up with this awesome new Beyonce video that she sang at the VMA's where she announced that she's finally preggers. Promise to have a real post tomorrow or by Thursday.

Much l♥ve,

Rei

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Packing my Baggage



I watched his placid expression unnoticing me as he boarded the jeep. It's been days since we last saw each other and I could hear my heart flutter once again to that lullaby whenever he's around.

The song is pain that injects tiny needles on my chest. The song is a haunting melody that makes me want to shake the superificial pixiedust off.

I closed a lid and looked the opposite direction.

Sometimes I like men unseen.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Dear Dia-Blog

October 9, 2011
Sunday

Had a blast at Mikas' (Nikko's baby bro) partey partey at Valdia Gardens. The lunch was great especially the chicken and of course, Tita's spaghetti. The best part was when we hit the pool and did all the crazy jump shots. 

That's me on the rightmost doing my "crouching tiger hidden dragon" pose.

I also sang "Kahit Maputi na ang Buhok ko" at our Humanities teacher's house and I am relieved that the world did not end when I belted a tune. Praise be to God. 

Had an awesome awesome Sunday. XD

October 10, 2011
Monday

I have the biggest crush on A but he's off limits. He's my friends cousin and he's taken so I shouldn't trust touch him otherwise I'd be beheaded. Haha. He smiles at me, ayeee! So I smile too and then wipe the drool after. :P

October 12, 2011
Wednesday

Yesterday was stress day for me. Duty sa JPIA from 2:30-5:00 pm collecting fines and explaining to people what semestral dues were and why they have to pay them and deny discounts and waaaaaaaaaaaaaah! At the end of the day, there was a cash deficit worth 105.00 pesos and I can only hope that it wasn't my fault. 

Exams Financial Accounting Volume III today. 'Twas good that only the first two parts of SME were included because the third part was just to difficult to swallow. 

No permit yet. Hoping to settle Sir Rubin's signature by 11am and finally have my permit by afternoon. Also, will proctor for Accounting 1 and Financial Accounting Volume I later. 

October 14, 2011
Friday

My Business Math 1 and Natural Science 1 exams yesterday were alright. Got a perfect score on Religion and Auditing Theory wasn't as bad as they said. Note to self, don't listen to other people's perception. It's usually wrong. Chos. 

Law 1 was fun. It was a group exam because I am exempted from the final examinations and my colleagues and I were able to answer the questions. 

Got home. Ate dinner. Washed dishes. And then poof! I blog. 

Much l♥ve,

Rei

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Beyonce - Countdown

The sleeved swimsuits, the over-sized sheer shirts, the sexy bob, Queen B goes for retro chic in this awesome new number. 



Notice the oxfords? I love that she's dancing yet still protecting her baby. Kudos to B. ♥

Friday, October 7, 2011

Fashion Folio: Spring Fever

Fashion has been and will always be my religion, and so, to pay homage to the gods of stitching and weaving, I present to you a weekly series that feature my undying love for the most commercial of all the arts. 

I am in anticipation of Spring 2012's print and color explosion but before the actual detonation occurs, I'll share to you my favorite Spring-Summer 2012 looks. Bang! (Insert confetti and fireworks). 

D&G
Antonio Marras
Christian Dior
D-squared
Chloe
Lanvin

Oscar de la Renta
Valentino
Elie Saab
Dolce and Gabbana
Gucci
Emilio Pucci

It was very difficult for me to select these looks and I'm disappointed I couldn't upload the McQueen dress I'm dying to wear, and I feel sad I couldn't include everything I loved because I don't want to "over-lengthen" this blog post.

Full credit goes to www.style.com for the photos. 

Much l♥ve,

Rei

The Lady Is A Tramp

Tony Benett + Lady Gaga = ♥


A beautiful rework of a classic song. 

And I am such a gaga for musical-esque types. 

Thursday, October 6, 2011

In Memorium

The interwebs told me of a man's death. A legend in the business of creating state of the art gadgets and a pioneer in the technological world met the Creator today. Steve Jobs, you will be remembered.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true. 
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

 -Steve Jobs

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

It's a Cancer


Hypocrisy I think has become a personal character. Here I am, blabbering about neck pains and promising my Mom to stay away from computers at least 'til Friday but I realized that I just couldn't do it. I am a hypocrite. And I need help. I hope they have chemotherapy for hypocrites. I seriously do not want to die with this disease.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Chasing Pavements


I'm gonna take a break. My mother, because of my aching neck, encouraged me to do so. She told me that if I love myself, If I pity myself, I should definitely stay away from the computer. And I do love myself and I pity my body for not being able to take up the stress I have in school and the radiation these computers have. 

And so I must. Because if I die, then I wouldn't be able to blog anymore. And I do love this blog. I do love the friends that I have made. And I love the stories I read. And the things that I learn. And the experience. And the fact that I can express myself. 

And so, to be able to continue this venture, I will limit myself. A day a week. An hour. A few minutes. Anything to make myself better and to make my mom happy. I hate seeing her sad. I hate it when she's worried. 

Moderation. Anything in excess is bad. 

And so, until I my body, particularly my neck, can take it, I bid you adieu.

And about the title, I just happen to fall in love with Adele. Please listen to her song in this link.

Friday, September 30, 2011

The Forgiveness Formula



Back then, I used to think that:

Confession = Forgiveness

Well it is true that one way of forgiving is through confessing but I think that stating your sins is never enough. The problem with us people is that we think that after feeling purified for unloading that giant load off our chests, we already think that we are forgiven. But no, I think that the formula should be:

Confession + Repentance = Forgiveness

Remember that feeling sorry for our sins is not enough. We must also promise and try hard to never commit the same mistakes again. With that in mind, God forgives. God forgives because He loves us.

To God be thy glory.

Rei

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Who would you be if you could be anyone?


I was leafing (if you can call it that) through blog pages this morning when I stumbled upon She Write's If I Could Be Anyone post. This got me thinking about my answer to the very same query that could possibly be the next or may have been a basis for selecting the most beautiful girl in the universe. 

And so my dear readers, though I wanted to answer this question in my most poised form, I am unfortunate enough to be confined only to the medium of typing my response since the technology of "video-ing" is still heavy on my pockets. 

Those things aside, here is my answer:

Thank you for the wonderful question Ma'am (or Sir, if the gender is otherwise). If I were to become another person, I'd be anyone who has the capacity to influence other people. I want to be a herald of change-change for the better, and I want to infect as many people as possible. I want to become someone who has good Christian values and I want to have the capacity to preach God's goodness and God's gift of salvation. That someone doesn't have to be specific as long as the requisites are satisfied. Thank you and good evening (flash most endearing smile).

True. True. I guess I'll never win a beauty contest. Hehe.  

Monday, September 26, 2011

Coffee Lust



I have a confession. I'm a coffeeholic and I am insane with its aroma permeating through my senses. That caramel breath is heaven and I taste its heavenly perfection every night like cold water on a hot sunny day. That sensuous wave of euphoria it exudes excites me. Enlivens me. And it takes over my entire body 'just like how marijuana would', I thought naively, not knowing what marijuana tastes like. 

I am in love with coffee and one of my friends said that drinking too much of it is bad. Well, I agree that anything in excess is bad but for the purpose of calming myself down and preventing heart attacks, heart failures, stress, worries, etc., from happening, I took the liberty of researching the benefits and downturns of drinking the wonder drug.

Disclaimer: Most of the items at the bottom are copy-pastes. Please view the whole article at the Infocredit link  at the bottom right of the post.

Coffee benefits, perks and pros: 

  • Increased alertness is the most basic and well known benefit of coffee. This is I think one of the reasons why students-me included- would brew cups of flowing coffee especially during major examinations to improve brain function.
  • Stimulates breathing especially for those who have asthma and bronchitis since caffeine dilates and opens up the airways. 
  • Coffee is also rich in antioxidants. Antioxidants help prevent high-blood pressure and premature aging. I personally love this perk.
  • Coffee helps burn calories by boosting up your metabolism. That is minus the sugar and extra whip of cream you add on top. 
  • It treats migraines. Did you know that coffee has components that are actually used in over-the-counter pain relievers?
  • Caffeine causes the kidneys to produce more urine thus helps the body get rid of toxins. 
  • Prevents Type 2 Diabetes, Cancer and Liver Cirhosis because of the different components found in caffeine.
Coffee cons and health risks:
  • Addictive. (This hurts me so bad. >.<)
  • Weight gain because coffee heightens the production of stress hormones in the body which stimulates appetite and craving for high-calorie food. 
  • Anxiety- coffee can over-stimulate the central nervous system causing nervousness and jitters. 
  • Heartburn- coffee is known to trigger stomach acids causing indigestion and heartburn. 
  • Caffeine causes hypoclycemia because it triggers a release of glycogen in the liver. 
  • Excessive consumption of coffee can lead to infertility.
  • Coffee interferes with the proper absorption of nutrients and minerals by the bones thus increasing the risks of osteoporosis.
  • Four or five cups of coffee per day leads to dehydration. Dehydration dries the skin and makes it more prone to wrinkles and stretch marks.
Moderation is key when drinking coffee. It's important to not go beyond what your body can take. As for me, I'll stick with a cup a day and try hard to minimize my addiction. Or maybe I'll try something else with lesser side effects. Who knows, I just might be able to taste marijuana. Hahah. Just kidding :P

 Infocredit  

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Fashion Folio: J'adore Lanvin

Fashion has been and will always be my religion, and so, to pay homage to the gods of stitching and weaving, I present to you a weekly series that feature my undying love for the most commercial of all the arts. 

When Lanvin did this for Resort 2012, I knew that I was in love. 


Beyond adorable. This makes me want to have my own girl or better yet be the girl dressed in Lanvin.

The fringe in the bottom of the dress is divine. I'd wear this from beach parties to red carpet events-that is, if I was a girl. 

Long skirts are a recurring trend from Spring 2011, Fall 2011 till Spring 2012. 

J'adore. I want the red necklace for dinner. Trust me. I'd eat that if it makes me look that good. 

Friday, September 23, 2011

The Clothes We Wear


Wednesdays have become a weekly dread to me. The thought of dressing up and not knowing what to wear is I think as monumental a problem as the oil price increases or the current economic downturn. With two espadrilles that I wear alternately every week and only a handful of shirts and jeans, the fashion police might just arrest me for looking like a train wreck.

I hate my clothes. I've worn them a million times and the thought of wearing them again will only make me think of throwing them in the next garbage bag I see. Even vintage ukay-ukays haven't habituated in my closet for months and my body and social life is tingling to wear new ensembles. 

If you haven't noticed, which I'm sure you have, unless you've been living at the bottom of the ocean for the last five decades, clothes staple our identities in society. These flimsy things identify what kind of persons we are and to what level of the social pyramid we belong. The richer ones wear H&M's and Zara's and Topshop's and afford a Louis Vuitton monogram or two while the less fortunate ones delight at the luxury of low-end products and 'burloloys" vendors sell at the sidewalks and on market stalls. 

They say that fashion is not what you wear, it's how you wear clothes. It's all about mixing high-end and low-end pieces but that is not really the case when even low-end products are heavy on consumer's pockets.

I don't really know where this blog post's going. I cannot dictate brands to market their products at lower prices and I cannot change what society dictates consumers as to how and what to wear to elevate a person's social standing.

And as to me, I can't really complain. With just enough money to make ends meet, I am in no position to complain.

Photocredit: davidguison.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Home Boy


It's me and my brown leather bag commuting home this morning. I wasn't really in the mood for school and since I only have one subject today, I took the opportunity of going home early and and psyched myself to not worry about school stuff.

Of course I lied to my friends and told them that I'll be doing my Cost Accounting project. See, I've become more of a hermit these past few days and the only release that I have are my two most favorite activities when I'm at home. One, is dressing up my dolls. Yes, just like any other gay guy, I do love dolls and I enjoy dressing them up and sewing clothes for them and doing their hair and pretend they're going to a club somewhere in downtown Manhattan or about to hit the red carpet at the Oscars or pretend that they're in a music video but honey I do not initiate conversations with the dolls and among the dolls. Trust me. It's creepy.

Back then my mother would scold me when she sees me playing with these things but now, I guess she got used to the idea that her son is gay and sometimes she'd even compliment the dresses that I've made for Rhea and Jane. 

Second best home activity for me would have to be blogging. I think its therapeutic and you get the chance to sharpen your writing skills while doing it. Also, you get to read other bloggers word weaves, so what's more relaxing than that? It's luxurious and brain fattening at the same time.

But there are times when I just sip that perfect cup of coffee and just be grateful that I am home, that I have a home, and that I'll be doing my best to keep this home.

Oh yeah, that's my crush. Got the photo from my tumblr. :)

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Blahs and Rampants


Our Semi-Finals examination ended yesterday with the exception of my Law subject which is scheduled this Monday. To be honest, my exams were almost a blur with me studying only the night before. Again, I feel terribly guilty for procrastinating but that's it. I only feel guilty without even doing anything to correct that mistake. Tsk.

Laziness has taken its toll. This reminds me of my CS3 thesis which is due this Monday afternoon. Haven't even started typing it or drafting stuff for it yet. I am sooo dead.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Art by Afremov

Sometimes, words fail to convey emotions.

Music Splash
In Expectation of Wind
Sunset Over Eternity

Trieste Gulf

Sea Regatta

Romantic Mood
Romantic Evening
The Gateway to Amsterdam