Saturday, February 25, 2012

Here Comes The Sun


O Helios stop your tickles
your golden rays won't do me good. 



Thursday, February 23, 2012

Fashion Folio: New York Fall 2012

My favorite New York Fall-Winter 2012-2013 collections. 

Alice+Olivia



Anna Sui


Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Green Gas of Envy


I guess you can never really equate how much of an insecure little brat I am. Envy, rotten to the bones, is a dangerous disease and one infection invites a multitude of other infections. How do you cure something so deep? It's like as if I have cancer and even chemotherapy or some random vegan juice won't help.

And this is all I am. A skeleton of envy. Purple withe rage. And trying so hard to be un-suicidal.


Sunday, February 19, 2012

Her Name is George


It all began that cold September morning when the breeze of the ocean was just right. Crispy and soft, like Nissin wafer sticks and the way they snap just between your fingers. It was sunset then and her skirt billowed against her frail scale.

I looked at her. No, gazed at her. She was magnificent against the tangerine bursts of the dying sky. Her hair was golden. And her face, Aaah, her face, Helen of Troy would’ve felt shame if she’d seen her-big brown eyes, aquiline nose, those soft pink lips and the easy-going smiles she beams like rays of cheerful sunshine.

And it was that image of her on that lazy boulevard that left etches of dreams on my dormant intuition.  Suddenly, I can see. And with sight, I gained knowledge. And understanding. And I knew that I have fallen.

Deeply.



Safe and Sound



Because I'm too lazy to write (exams week last week, mind you) and I'm in love with Taylor Swift. This is also the original soundtrack of The Hunger Games, another novel-turned-movie franchise that I'm hoping will replace Twilight. Sorry pro-vampires. 


Sunday, February 12, 2012

Father's Love Letter


Because He is Love (1 John 4:8) and He's the reason why we're celebrating.


Friday, February 10, 2012

Last Night


the Muse came but the writer lost his pen.
How many words could have been formed by then?
A many, a million; I guess we'll never know
the factory of blabberings is just too slow.



Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Fashion Folio: Atelier Versace

After the head-turning Versace X H&M collection, Donatella Versace gave another bang for Spring-Summer 2012 when she showed a couture collection in Paris-the very first time since 2004 (that's like 14 years in fashion). The 15 piece collection featured a number of skin tight dresses that flaunt the flaunt-able, shimmering metal hips and/or shoulders, and sleek pony tails.(One word: FIERCE.) And as www.style.com puts it, "Non-glamazons need not apply".


Monday, February 6, 2012

Mr. Piggy

 
Last week my Mom bought me a piggy bank. It was a cylindrical box, splattered with "Dora the Explorer" photos, and costs 15Php at a retail store that my mom passed by while walking in the city. I know, it's not even a "piggy" bank, but it was enough to serve its purpose.

See, I am a horrible spender. I have trouble keeping money. And at 19, this problem is haunting me. They  say that littlest things matter-so if I'm not able to control myself from spending all of my weekly allowance, how will I be able to save my monthly salary in the long run? I can't even keep track of all my expenses. Sometimes, I don't even know where most of my money went.

And so last week, I can't help but feel utmost gratitude to my Mom for the "piggy" bank. I haven't told her about this problem, but I guess that's how Moms are-all-knowing and stuff. Now, I make it a habit to drop a few pesos in the bank every day. It's a long process, because sometimes there aren't even coins in my wallet. But the littlest things do matter. And I intend to continually save.

And if this won't work, I hope my Mom will pay for the therapist-if they do have therapies for this sort of mental derangement.

Fingers-crossed,

Rei

Friday, February 3, 2012

F


Cost Accounting is a knave that stabbed me in the back.
 I am wounded, and the last memories of evil F's will forever haunt me in my coffin.

Zombies come, zombies go
but zombie F's forever won't go.