Why would you let me stay here?

Tryin' what a light post could do to a 200 iso film at night; + burn. A blurry + grainy shot of a statue elephant. Close up: fast moving car turning into light streaks. Light streaks from the sun + a shadow of my friend somewhere along the leaves. Obvious failed attempt to hold on to a cloud. The mixture of colored pens + plastic cover = DIY colored lens; + burns. Obvious intersection of people-over-people. I swear to you that the fading pink flower was my main subject. NOT Once again, the leaves were my subject. *sarcasm* Life isn't this dark and orange-y. Light streaks from the stairs. You know how certain subscriptions on the web gave you monthly mail about their website? Well, the Lomography website gave a web magazine sometime last month and (don't screw what I'm about to say) I had just recently opened the links connected to the mail. Talk about late! But I guess reading from it, makes me miss

If you were my follower in twitter for the last year, you probably noticed that I tweeted about some fool being oh-so-conceited, that in argument, that person does not even consider my own opinions for that matter. I must probably be the kindest person to hear all that persons blabbers about such issue. Even if I confronted that person with things that are actually happening related to the persons self, the person ignores it just because... But to clarify, that person's already forgiven. lol (NO ASSUMING THAT HAPPENED HERE) Then the past months (I don't know which is which), I read from some source I forgot about his/her opinion on blogging. And in relation to my previous paragraph, talked about how conceited personal bloggers are, because honestly, bloggers build a page for themselves, for others to read and see. As a blogger myself, I do admit that I share a lot of my blabbers and daily ramblings in this little page I have. What do you expect me to do? This is my page, a

You might be wondering what I have been doing these past few days. Aside from the fact that I work part-time in our family business, I do my full time work in these fashion establishments. ・Fashion Story ・Style Me Girl ・Fashion Icon Heheh! I know it sounds absurd, but it's the only thing I got since I don't have money to make my real boutique. There has been countless of times that I thought of conceptualizing my own line (for real), and I know it won't be that easy. That's why I'm sticking to this apps, that would hopefully help me build up my enthusiam with clothes. Also, I haven't actually told you my plans on sewing because I have not finished the skirt that I have been making. I promise to continue it today! And for that, there goes my plans.

Don't you think everything we ever hate in our life, gets a little pounce or an idea in our heads to try it out or discover the sides into that something we hate? It gets a little "Oh, that won't happen." or "Bet on me, I won't trade that for anything". It could seriously stray on that side forever ... Oh you, I don't believe in that theory, or in any other case, "idea" of staying in that closed idea of that monstrous side with lacking depth. Believe me when I say that people would always change sides; we might have a side for the moment, but for arguable and compassionate terms, we all could agree to take what's happening on the other side. Take lipstick, for example. I fckin hate lipstick for all it's worth during my childhood era (oh, how times have past!). For every prom or Santacruzan that I have to endure with that freakin' distasteful taste of bloody lipstick that does not even smell good too (plus the color makes me

I found myself touching my keys again; playing the same piece all over again. I guess this sums up my whole grade one education in... (what's the name of my music school again? I guess I didn't prioritize it that much) I never grew my love for music (piano), especially when all I care about was to play outside and gave the world a friendly "I don't really care what I look like and what you think of me" look. Oh, we have those days when we all want to live carefree, problem-free and IDGAF attitude--mostly reminiscing on how our childhood has been spent. Probably the only thing that matters is the toys we've known. Unending question on how will we ever let our parents buy those long haired Barbie with a closet collection of clothes, that Doll House as big as the small tent you built and that Polly Pocket in that aquatic version? Yes, that's most of the things I wish I had and I wish I had let my parents buy for me when I was young. Truth be told, I st

This totally blows. ( Caution : rant ahead!!)

I would not necessarily call this a routine-ary thing, but my girlaloos from high school and I, meet up again for some lunch and drinks at San Mig Pub (our usual mood enhancer place). But before anything else, we gave the new wing at Alabang Town Center a chance to be tasted. We ate at Bannapple, as recommended by Ms. Manauis *wink wink* #24 . Since servings seemed a bit large for our small tummies, we only ordered two dishes for us to share. Patt and I ordered the three sausage parmigiano (if I’m not mistaken); while Drei and Dorothy ordered the chicken with like spaghetti cheese and rice, that I did not like, because I had a past memory of some sort that I ate that almost led me to barfing D:. Anyway, the three sausages were so yummy, that I almost forgot my name! lol Highly recommended. We also had the Apple pie cake (lol, I don't know what it is called), which was okay. I don't really like apples. *bleh* After the most heavenly lunch, we walked around

Crazy how I think my emotions are in total jeopardy--laughing at a sudden thought, then crying the next. Initially felt like an escapee of mental or a woman on PMS (lol yeah). Yesterday was just a sample of it. Yeah yeah, I could have just slept on my heavily bruised heart about issues that has long been planted, but I decided otherwise. Those were the times I could not handle, or yet, handle on my own. My mind does not suffice my own judgement and realization, that it felt like the need to burst into poisonous juice. Desperate, probably, but desperate for comfort.  I, of all people, does not like to show my weakness. I always want to show the best side of me. I don't just give in to negative emotions at the moment. But when the night usually enclose to midnight, that's where my Dementoring stats begin (like last night, at least). A lot of people say that it's okay to be weak, it's okay to reveal my negative emotions, because that's the perfect moment to f

This summer boredom and heat is a total bummer, when the only thing you could possibly do is stay indoors,  because allowance is non-existent, and asking parents for money does not seem like a good idea (not unless you do something for them). What possible way could you enjoy summer in months of thrift and heat? Watch all those TV shows you missed, or download movies you never saw in the theater, or better yet, discover new shows to watch . I remember my friend telling me how funny and relate able this show she was watching. Hearing the title from her, gave me a judgement that this could possibly be a good show to watch, because who could not possibly be curious with the title... I just finished watching the pilot episode and it made me want for more, well aside from the fact that it's only for a good 20 minutes show, it also showed Jenna's fight to be acknowledged (well, at least, for the pilot episode). It sucks that we don't have MTV in cable ri