Tory Burch Pre-Fall Collection 2009

Tory Burch Pre-Fall Collection 2009

“An American in Venice in the 60s”. That was the description of the socialite-turned fashion designer Tory Burch for her 16-piece collection.

For her pre-fall collection, Burch was channeling Peggy Guggenheim when she went to Venice in the 60s. She did this by using paisley prints inspired by Murano glass on her Lamé jacquard shift dresses, blouses with gondola patterns (the stripes) and footwear of either embossed stingray sandals or python flats. She featured basic wardrobes like sheer-linen cotton knits and graphic-printed cardigans, accessorized with bags or purses.

Tory Burch’s aesthetic point of view is something every fashionista can relate to. It’s girly, it’s colorful but not Heatherette-colorful, it’s chic in a relatable way and it’s something the teen girls in Gossip Girl would wear. Using cardigans to add that relatable-factor in her collection is actually amusing. The prints she used for her shift dresses are very cheerful and somewhat sophisticated, though a little too cute.

My favorite look would be this printed shift dress with ruffled stripes on the neck (PICTURED-LEFT) because it has to be the most chic look out of all the looks in the collection. Another standout look was the aqua blue cardigan on top of a printed dress (PICTURED-RIGHT). I’d say this collection is probably too bright for pre-fall, nevertheless, its cheerfulness offsets the austerity of the other label’s pre-fall collection.

For the entire 16-piece collection, click this link:
http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/2009PF-TBURCH

Network Marketing Business With Nutricentials/NSE Philippines

So here I am writing a blog for one of my 3 blogs that I maintain, 2 of course coming from blogger.com and the other one is in multiply. I just have to blog, otherwise, I’ll implode from hiding those things that have to be said.

Anyways, I’m doing a network marketing type of business. I know that a lot of people have this ugly preconceived notion about the business. I personally, at first have the same misconception but it changed. It all started when my former boss from that consulting firm asked me to make a research about Multilevel Marketing. So I did the task, tried to make an outline of the topic, got articles and made a report out of it. As usual, my boss found it average, personally I do agree with it. I just felt that it wasn’t as deep as it should be but he still ok-ed it, so that works. He just asked me to research some more of those. Fast track to 3rd week of November, I got invited to attend this appointment to see the business and then everything started from there. There’s only one thing going on in my head during the talk, it was how much would I shell out cash. It turns out I have to shell out Php12,600.

They have a good way to alleviating the shock of the money: Think of it as a franchise/business investment. If you do, that amount becomes unbelievably small. Of course, it does. I mean, franchises are very expensive, they range for about Php21K to Php5 million, there are stipulations on down payment and other financial matters that just escapes me to the point of utter confusion. If it was a business venture of some sort; that money would have been very little, considering you have to start from scratch, from the infrastructure to the complex system of the business and everything in between, not to mention that it takes five (5) years to recoup your investment.

Anyways, I decided to give the business a shot and risked the money I saved for masters, as much as I hated it, but you know…no risk, no return. I know venturing a business, regardless whether it’s a conventional franchise or network marketing, entails risks of some sorts. I mean, I risk my money for this, not knowing whether it will come back or not. There’s a good assumption I’m kind of following in almost all investment-type of endeavors, assume that the investment is lost. It makes me want to prove that mantra wrong, almost.

3 weeks later, I am still doing the business, I earned a less-than-a-thousand profit and I’m looking for both long-lasting customers and dedicated business people (downlines). I’ve had my heart broken a bit in the business because I had to trade-off important appointments for this, but I guess that’s the compromise. Writing about my accomplishments, as minimal as Francisco Costa’s designs for Calvin Klein is, make me somehow a little bit proud that I’m on my way recouping my investment of Php12,600. I guess Php929 is better than none at all. Meaningless to say, I have to earn Php11,671 more, to recoup my original investment.

To be honest, I don’t have any idea as to why I did it in the first place, apart from combating boredom at home. My previous misconception about the business is no longer here although I am very skeptical about the business, as promising as it sounds…and how it was presented. But I have to say, I have no intentions of abandoning this business…at least not until I have:

1.) recoup-ed my initial investment
2.) bought some things that I want to buy, and
3.) saved more money for my masters

Just because I did this business doesn’t mean I’ll forgo my masters. I still want to pursue may masters, although I’m not very vocal about it, but I really want to pursue it. I plan to teach, it’s what I love to do AND better yet, there’s a demand for it. I can still do masters and at the same time do my business, I don’t think I could be faulted with that right? I can do empirical research stuffs, hold international finance classes and at the same time, sell skin care lines like pancakes to those who desire to be perpetually beautiful.

Anyways…I’m doing the business part-time because I love time for myself, but it doesn’t mean I just limit myself to the usual tasks part-timers do. I’ll try to attain the goals of full-timers while I’m still doing part-time. I love making people look bad don’t I? Just kidding. Besides, right now, I can’t really do those full-time tasks because I’m doing a mall tour with Chamber, I already missed the Robinson’s Galleria leg and will be missing the Century Park Hotel one tomorrow. It sucks but my business has to thrive otherwise I won’t have anything left by next year.

I have to go now, I’ve to meet customers tomorrow so bye!

Zac Posen Pre-Fall Fashion Show 2009

Zac Posen Pre-Fall Fashion Show 2009

Fashion is about fantasy manifested through fabrics, abstract concepts concretized via high quality sewing. Zac Posen aimed to inspire everyone by showcasing this collection heavily inspired by the 40s.

Zac sent out a collection of mostly dresses, cocktail frocks embellished with swingy fringe and body-hugging knits. For daywear, there were trumpet-skirted suits in sober wools, and also came in eel-skin trench and leopard dress. For evening, the gowns were simplistic, as opposed to previous seasons of theatrical influences.

The world, by now everyone knows, is in a serious recession that surpassed even the Great Depression according to the analysts. The latter’s problem was solved around the 1940s, and in relation to that, Zac Posen thought of inspiring these economic times by showcasing a collection inspired by the era that saw the end of the Great Depression. I personally think that it’s awfully nice of the designer to bring sunshine during these bleak times. This collection was kind of retrospective but in a good way just because the 40s era epitomized a classic glamour that became iconic through the years. One thing noticeable in this collection was that the theatrics was restrained, especially in the evening gowns. That could have been a strategy to make the looks viable for red carpet occasions but at the same time, it made it a little bit less Zac Posen.

This mint green dress with a black hat (PICTURED) is one of those ultra classy looks that is very 40s, though not as theatrical. In a way, it reminiscent of Giorgio Armani SS07, probably because of the hat and the elegance it exudes.

For the entire 22 looks, click this link:
http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/2009PF-ZPOSEN

Sean Opry - Another Crush of Mine

Here's Sean Opry, or in this video, Sean O'Pry, though he said it was Opry. Either way. He did ads for Gianfranco Ferre, Giorgio Armani and Dsquared to name a few. He's also in the Men's Spring Summer of Alexander McQueen, which also featured his Resort Collection for the Womens.

He's hot, especially those piercing blue eyes. He's straight because he dated a fashion model by the name of Diana Moldovan (coincidentally, she has blue, piercing eyes too:) )

Enjoy the video





Fendi is food? Now that's new...but he's forgiven :) Wouldn't you eat with him in a Fendi Cafe, should Karl Lagerfeld and Silvia Fendi decided to open one in Milan or Paris?

Sean Harju - New Crush

Here's another (new) crush of mine, Sean Harju (pronounced Har-you)

He's a high fashion model who's walked for the likes of Dolce Gabbana, Neil Barrett, Salvatore Ferragamo, Burberry and Enrico Coveri to name a few...

He's mine...



New York is all about suits and commercial and Milan is fashion-y? Wait, has he been to Paris?

Indulgences, Yet Again

Today I’m blogging, out of fun and since my bosses aren’t around anyways.

To start the fun, I have finally filed my resignation 2 weeks ago. I just have to.

There’s only so much respect I can leave for myself. It’s in this company I learned how to discourage myself, with all the indifference to acceptable outputs and critical satire on mistakes. I also learned how to procrastinate by epic proportions, miss deadlines consistently and the most infamous of them all, that there is life other than finance.

That’s the true reason of my resignation, because I feel like I am not worthy of the position I applied for, that I am incapable of menial finance-related tasks and that I cannot even speak straightly. My stint here was but a whirlwind of events, from me believing in myself that I can do great things with proper guidance, to developing a sense of self-doubt in everything that I do. Yes, in 14 months of my stay here I learned how to doubt myself and convince myself that I cannot do anything right, that I am bound to commit mistakes not even a stupid person would do. That I am beyond stupid…I am a horrendous employee…I am worse than an illiterate person in finance, ironic how I finished a degree in the same field, only to be considered illiterate. I even learned to dislike myself because of this job and that I am no less than dumb.

But there is a glimmer of hope in me, a part of me that doesn’t believe that I’m stupid, I’m a bad employee, that I maybe in the wrong industry. That’s why I left, before I virtually succumb to my inner demons, I need to find myself, and find out what I’m meant to do, what my true strengths are and what I can do to improve that and share it to others. I may have learned to hate myself and distrust my own capabilities in 14 months, but I’m taking a firm stand that I can recover what I’ve lost before, my drive, my vision, my dream, my very essence. That’s my temporary mission, to find myself and when I do, I’ll give back to those who helped me found my way. In due time, I will find my way, I will begin to believe in myself, I will scrap all the wrong habits I picked up from work. I will find myself, with the help of God because none of the things I want to do will happen if I don’t get my strength from God, he’s the energizer that jumpstarts me. When I become successful, first credit belongs to Him.

So much for self-loathing and on a lighter mood, yesterday Dad gave me an IPOD as gift. Even if my birthday is until next month, he gave it in advance. I’m more relieved than happy because at least it isn’t another Bulgari Pour Homme fragrance that he keeps shoving in my throat. I don’t wanna be rude but I’m not fond of its smell, I like Dolce & Gabbana’s Light Blue fragrance. I’m not saying Bulgari smells bad, it’s just that I like Dolce more. I mean, who does he think I am, Kate Moss? Jessica Stam?

Anyways, he didn’t really buy the Ipod from some techhie store in Glorietta or Anson but he bought it from my (proxy) godfather (and not finagling it from some dubious supplier, thankyouverymuch…). The Ipod was normal size, unlike my mom’s silver nano ipod which I dig so much. I’m not the person to complain where my gifts came from, I appreciate it, even if it’s that darn Bulgari he gives to me. I liked it at first but getting another one for my birthday gift, I mean come on?! I’d have appreciated if he gave me like…Gucci or Armani, or even Givenchy. Forgive the digression of thoughts, going back to the Ipod, because my godfather got to use it first, it had a lot of tunes in it, from Cyndi Lauper to Sam Milby. I gotta say, that’s what I call diverse.

I actually was expecting for a gift the following:

A Balenciaga teal top with ecru and black twisted detail (I think my Whoops black pants with white-wash detail on the legs in front would work better) for daywear look

For cold days, this Egyptomania-inspired daywear look from Sophia Kokosalaki might come in handy (I can't use another gold for the shows, it's just too much, black gladiators will do)

A demure gradient of dark coffee brown chic bubble band dress from Herve Leger (I could probably use some heels with a demure but statement-y colored pumps (say purple or raspberry red) for cocktails

For my everyday look, this white shirt and emerald green shorts with python details from Prada will be my outfit. (I'd like to pair this with a raspberry Mary Jane pumps from Marni but I feel like it will be too Christmas-y, maybe during December?)

Raspberry Pumps form Marni

And lastly, for my evening wear, I'd like this pistachio t-shirt gown from Emanuel Ungaro (This maybe one look that can be accentuated by a pair of gold stilettos)

Those are what I want for my birthday, Christmas is another thing ok?

Muse-sings

Like what I promised, an update. I didn’t win the bidding because my mom was using the (family) laptop at around 10pm and I can’t ask her to step off because she was playing. I lost it to this lhordpaolo guy…too bad. Then again, I guess I don’t have to shell out Php1200 for that top, it isn’t too pricey for me but the thought of paying something like this may not be worthwhile in the long run, since this top is trendy, not a classic wardrobe. I guess back to Top Man then.

Last Saturday, I rehearsed with our Church’s band for the performance the following day. It was rather different, in that there were seven (7) songs, rather than just six (6). The rehearsals went pretty well, although on my part, I was thinking and thinking of violin in-between intermezzos for all 7 songs. That is NOT easy, especially because some of the songs sound alike, has the same key signature and as if just part of one big song sang with different lyrics. Tough, but I weathered it out, by promising to brainstorm on it that night. What I like about this rehearsal was that I got a real violin solo part during the first song, I like it like that but those times are rare, unless some songs part of the repertoire have interludes like that. Anyways, during the rehearsal, I was pressured to think of references I can base my interludes, at the end of the day, it all boiled down to The Corrs. I tried alluding Bond but to no avail, Bond is too classical to fit in Christian Pop. After the rehearsal, I went to megamall, ate lunch in Bubble Tea, my new Tokyo Tokyo (albeit more pricey) circa 2004. As far as ubiquity is concerned, that train of indulgence ended when I lost twice in a row in Soul Calibre, and I was using my 2 top guns, Kilik and Seung Mina, guess you can’t win them all. Bad luck spilled through the Samurai shodown arcade, the arcade itself was broken, the joystick to be exact, and because of that, I can’t move the character, making me end up with this futuristic successor of the Tokugawa Shogunate, Yoshitora, kinda hot, but is actually like those Asian Pop stars turned anime (ergo, exaggerated looks). I made it to Sankuro but never got past him (duh, Mina’s the only one who can beat the hell out of that cheating character, like I would rather lose to Yumeji than him).

Come Sunday, the actual performance day, we had a little rehearsal form 7-8am, right before the start of the service (which is like the equivalent of a mass). We kinked a few verses left and right and then we were ready. We usually perform before the service proper, which is the lecture/homily. The performance went well, from my point of view, but it wasn’t a stellar performance, I don’t think the band has ever given a remarkable performance, in my perspective, not that it matters anyways. So after our mini gig we went to a small room and had our breakfast, yes, some of us just go to the church after taking a bath and fixing ourselves up, without eating breakfast because they serve breakfast there. During the breakfast, the other players were talking about certain things, like this previous drummer who will be flying off to Cambodia, then to China, I think. Ok, so I don’t know anything about that, so I’m mum on that. One player told us EVERY Sunday, after the service they go to Rockwell and eat, one player says Rockwell is small and that there aren’t very many choices to eat there, unless you want to eat in Cibo, Kaya, or whatever fine dining restaurant, Ok, I agree that Rockwell is small and I disagree that there aren’t very many places to eat because at the ground floor, they have a lot of restaurants and cafes there, from Jollibee to Delifrance.

Probably the most interesting thing I heard was that one player said that the back-up singers don’t back-up the lead as much as they should be. I concur, I barely hear them when the lead singer belts it all out, and the lead’s voice is kind of thin and as if gasping for air at times so she throws it to her back-up, so she can rest a bit and of course share the spotlight. The back-up don’t know what to do, too bad. It’s like playing volleyball where the server puts the ball in play, receiver gets it but tosser didn’t set the ball for play. I personally noticed this but I was mum on it because, the hell I know about them. As long as my interludes are heard I’m cool with that.

I realized that whenever I play in lower notes, I don’t hear myself, it drowns out in the entire band. When I play higher notes, I float, sometimes, because the guitar solos and at times, riffs are really loud, and I know exactly why. Its microphone is plugged in the instrument itself, did I mention it was an electric guitar? Funny how in the rehearsal I sounded so dominating but in the actual performance I kind of got saturated. Some players were saying maybe it’s like that there but in the “house”, it’s mixed already. Well Ok, that’s fine but my instincts tell me that if I don’t hear myself on the monitor, I am NOT heard. I’ve had experiences with this. DLSU Chamber, on their major concerts, microphones are tested and checked if we register on the monitor, and if both are positive, the mixing is considered. I guess the same thing goes there in Wordcom. I understand blending but to the point of dissolving? Well, I could be wrong. I did, one time hear the recorded performance and my theory is right, lower notes (those notes played in G and D string first position) aren’t very audible, higher notes steal the show (wahahahahaha). One of these days I’ll prove that by uploading or embedding (how am I gonna do this?) the video my parents took.

That has been my weekend, its mundane but its great. Until next time, au revoir!

Updates...

So what has been up with me?

This coming Saturday I will be rehearsing with our Church’s band the songs to be performed this coming Sunday and the repertoire are as follows:

Come Now I s The Time To Worship (D)
Hear Our Praises (A)
Blessed Be Your Name (A)
We Worship You (C or D) ... edited
I Worship You Almighty God (G)
Oceans Will Part (B)
Shout To The Lord (chorus only) (B)

The letters indicate the key signatures of the song. If you’re a musician, you pretty much know what key signature means. Surprisingly, there are seven (7) songs, but I don’t mind; more songs, more time to shine, more opportunities to play for God. My issue regarding this is, even if I have heard almost all of the songs, I’ve only managed to come up of violin riffs for one song, and that is Come, Now Is The Time To Worship, argh! 6 more…but I guess I have the entire Saturday to rehearse and come up of riffs, ay it’s better than riffs, parang violin mini solos, which don’t become mini once I belt them.

Tonight, probably after my exercise, I’d have to finalize on the things I’ve practiced, apart from what I plan to come up for the other songs. I wonder what kind of influence should I bring in? Français a la Larusso? François a la Midnight Garden by Bond? Pachelbel? I guess it depends…who knows, it could be Tchaikovsky or Astor Piazzola, you never know, it just pops like a bubble.

Another thing that has been me is that I am currently bidding for this sportswear top and the bid is at Php1,160.00, courtesy of moi and this lhordpaolo guy in multiply. See, the said auctioned apparel was already bought but by a sudden change of thought, the original buyer backed out, therefore, the seller planned to auction the item and…as they say, the rest is history, online history. If ever I do win the auction, I’ll post here the picture of the outfit, and hopefully I can get it before Sunday because, of course I wanna wear it, styling would come much later, knowing me, I could probably pull of a Bottega Veneta look or Miu Miu feel or those overrated Asian fashion trend, which doesn’t suit my taste either. Anyways, I guess I need research on how to make something sporty chic; like something Miu Miu into something Michael Kors, or Bottega Veneta, actually Miu Miu IS sporty chic.

This bidding kind of reminded me of this financial, or rather economic term called “asymmetric information”. It means one party knows more than the other and he uses that to his advantage. For instance, in stocks, there are numerous stock brokers bidding for the price of one stock. As usual, the highest bidder gets the stock, the seller gets the most profit out of that. Now, let’s go into the anatomy of bidding; first of all, before any bidding takes place, one has to ascertain the quality of what he is bidding; what makes this thing so unique that you’d place a sum of money over its head (figuratively) and so on. When that is identified, further information is searched for so to bolster that quality’s je ne sais quoi-esque feature.

Ah fudge…why am I alluding finance once again? Let me use this predicament as an example: I like the piece, it’s chic to a certain extent and sporty (but ain’t Michael Kors) and when you normally see these kinds of apparels, their price ranges from Php2K-Php3K, and they’re not even French Connection, nor Armani Exchange. Since the starting bid was at Php480, which ballooned to Php1,160 because of me and lhordpaolo guy thankyouverymuch, I guess you can say that we know certain qualities about this top that we think is valuable enough, that we bid it at such Eiffel Tower-esque prices.

You can also say we’re just too desperate to find chic clothing at cheap prices (Cheap and Chic Moschino? Ahahahahaha). You can also surmise that we’re just caught up in the hype of bidding, this ain’t even close to Marc Jacobs, and I’d rather spend my cash on Marc’s than this…

Anyways, I realized I’m not into finance anymore, I want to bid Finance, au revoir, adieu, and where to hello? I don’t know…fashion? Well, the closest I can get to fashion is through retailing, it’s not like it’s a walk in the park when you want to become a fashion editor, even something subordinate to that. I guess making a career in finance is out of the question, I should resign yes? I don’t even bother to read anything about finance, the word is like a cuss to me now, ugh!

I am into reading the Cut Blog in New York Magazine website. Their posts are great, from The Hills (eww) to Paris Haute Couture Fashion Shows (aah). I love it actually, but I didn’t read their entry on this reality show The Hills. I am not interested in that, some reality stars wanting to perpetuate their fame by doing fashion, which is a complete abhorrence to the field. Lauren Conrad released her own line, very department store-ish but priced kinda like Gucci. Heidi Montag has her own line too, affordable compared to Lauren’s but it’s slutty all animal prints, at least Lauren’s isn’t Stella McCartney circa 2002 (her own line). If Stella McCartney became a hit after improving her hoe-ish playboy obscene debut, lackluster Lauren can do something better, oh wait?! Stella studied fashion (ergo, she has a degree) Lauren studied Academy of Art University for 5-6…months, then transferred to Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising. Stella became Chloé’s chief designer from March 1997 to 2001, Lauren interned at Teen Vogue for a year. Hmm…so who’s better, Lauren or Heidi Montag, as if this question was worth raising (though I’m routing for Lauren, Heidi Montag just proliferated the sleaze animal prints have, sluts are never fashionable, not even in Dolce Gabbana’s (look) book). Forgive the digression of thoughts but yes, the Cut Blog is amazing.

Well that has been me, adieu finance, bonjour façon (fashion).
After rehearsals tomorrow I’m planning to play the arcade, Soul Calibre and Samurai Shodown…whew! They’re cool! I finished those games! I like Kilik and Seung Mina though in Soul Calibre, their weapon (guan dao and staff, respectively) is good for middle-range attacks. Ivy’s snake sword is cool too, if you know how to use it. In Samurai Shodown I used Mina because she’s an archer (I am too – DLSU?) and her attacks are really good, for long-range attacks. I was able to beat that stupid Sankuro Yorozu, wielding a huge mallet as his weapon which really takes a lot of your life point when you get hit by it. Charlotte’s pretty cool too, she’s French, you know, Couture and stuff, but she’s more Joan of Arc than haute couture model. Her style is fencing, her rapier is cool. Ukyo Tachibana rocks too, very Battousai, his iaijutsu technique is so model-esque.

That's it for me, Ciao!

The Unspoken

I met you last Friday, in your place, a faraway place from my own home. I took the risk of going to a stranger's domicile, thinking of all the harm possible enough to be inflicted by any know person. It took me some time to get to your place, because I didn't know where you lived, you're supposed to fetch me, which you did, and which I am grateful. The trip was long, contrary to what you told me that it is a 40 minute travel, it took me almost an hour.

When we had that rendezvous, my mind was racing..

"will you show up?"

"if you see me, will you still meet me, even if I don't look like a male supermodel, or even a cute celebrity?"

"will you ditch me, when you see me? leaving me all alone in front of that university?"

BUT YOU DIDN'T. FOR WHICH I AM THANKFUL, BUT I WILL BUTCHER YOU IF YOU DID

You took me to your home, a small, crowded place you call your second home. You told me it was a mess, it was, but it was cleaner compared to my room, which doubles as our house's utility room. I am not the kind of person who would complain whether there's aircon or whether the interior design was inspired by that of Armani, Versace or even Missoni. No, I appreciate that comes my way, whether it was something I'm "accustomed" to or not.

When you took me in, my eyes went towards you, how much I wanted to hug you, how I missed you, after those times you did not even respond to my messages. I asked you why you weren't replying to my messages, you said you were busy. I can see that, because I saw that you were working on your paper for you Law classes. I hope you become a lawyer someday, if that's what the program you enrolled promised, a chance to take the Bar Exams. Then you closed the file, saved it in a flash disk, then in a compact disk because you're flash disk is more reliable than a condom with holes as big as an ant's bite. And then you asked me to tell a story, anything I wanted to tell, you said.

I couldn't think of anything, but our glances always crossed, I know you want to tell me something, your body language tells it. I know you wanted to make love with me, but you couldn't tell me directly. You looked so cute subtly throwing cues like that, I'd have to say they were subtle, and I liked it. This is the first time I would make love, not have sex, there's a world of a difference, despite the similarity of execution. Before we did it, I wanted to tell you how much I love you, even if this is the first time I saw you, and despite the fact we've been chatting before Jeffrey came in the picture. I love you, my Italian-named friend.

I want to say sorry that I didn't take the cue, because to be honest, it croses my mind that meeting you means there's a possibility that we would have sex, or in this case we would make love, sweet love. I wanted to make love because I love you, I love everything about you, even if you don't look like Tyson Ballou, Andrew Cooper, Noah Mills, Will Chalker, Brad Kroenig, or even James Franco, Hayden Christensen, Michael Copon, nor Josh Hartnett. I love you, so much that it was hard for me to have sex with you, but I conditioned myself to make love, in lieu of having sex.

We made love, to be honest that was ok with me, as I'm always ready, but I couldn't bring myself to have sex with you, as you were too special for a one night stand. You're not a Dolce Gabbana fucker, you're more special than that. You were someone I would make love when the right time comes, but it happened last Friday, not to say you became less special than I originally perceived you. You will always be special to me, mroe special than Leon and that stupid Pasigueño prick. I love you remember?

After that we had a little talk, about how I beat you because I shot my juice higher than yours, I just said I'm excited to do it (make love to you). I mean that as a complement, not desperation for sexual satiation. A more pressing finding, I wanted to say I love you, but something holds me back. Do you love me? Much more, if not as much as I do? Maybe that's too much for you, but I couldn't say it, probably because I was missing you, thinking it was just me missing you rather than something as profound as love.

Around 9pm we left your place and you accompanied me to this place where vehicles taking me near to my home. While we were walking you told me how tired I was. I was not tired. Maybe I am, may because we made love? Of course, making love can be exhausting. While we were walking I wanted to hold your hand, while we're crossing the roads, sauntering street after street, I wanted so much to feel your hand hold my hand, because I miss you, because I love you, because I want to be with you, because in you I find solace, but you don't want that, at least in public because you'd get embarrased, that's OK, I'm a private person myself.

You stayed with me until I got to ride an FX, for that I thank you. I could've waited for the FX myself, I appreciate that, but maybe you're thinking I'm too weak to travel alone, too incapable of even waiting for an FX, I can. It's an excuse to see you for the time being, I know you're busy, and I don't want to take up much of your time, you have classes the next day. But thank you, I finally meet you, we made love, even if I couldn't tell you how much I loved you, how much I waited for this day to come. I hope you love me too, because I do.

Fashion, Window Shopping, Jokes and Puns

Just yesterday, Friday, I met my fellow chamber alumni friends and one chamber undergrad for a dinner and to watch a movie. The plan started around Sunday evening, when Joyann (her real name) talked to me via Yahoo Beta (YM in your yahoo email). I only confirmed Paul (his real name) if me and Jar (also his real name) can tag along, and he said it was cool so, we tagged along.

I informed Jar on where we will meet, what the plan is and what to watch. When I told him of who's joining he told me that he might feel out-of-place. Of course I told him no, that won't happen because Paul is there and they're quite close (I think). So fast forward to 6pm, my off, I only walked to Greenbelt because I wanted to save money. Imagine, if I took the FX that goes from Paseo de Roxas to Landmark costs P12 (or higher since oil prices have increased, ergo, fares increase too), I'd get off the FX at landmark, get inside so i can go to greenbelt without crossing the streets, that would be hassle (because I paid 12 bucks, but then I'd walk some more), so I decided to just walk, besides, I didn't plan on doing my workout that night as I planned I'd go home late, really late.

So I walked, it was nice because it's an exercise per se, albeit shorter than my usual workout/exercise, plus I get to see so many places, (it's also a great way to practice taking big steps for a fabulous runway walk, hahaha) people of all kind, from those managers to messengers, foreigners to filipinos and so on. To be honest while I was walking, all that's in my head are footages of Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2003, the one where Tyra Banks was strutting her stuff with super upbeat backgrounds. Hehe, it was nice, makes me strut that walkway.

I reached the part where the entrance to the brand-new Greenbelt 5 is and I decided to go in. The ifrst thing that came into my mind when I came in GB5 is the Marc by Marc Jacobs store. I read it from some Pinoy socialite's fashion blog, and I have to say, ever since then I've always wanted to visit the boutique and now I did! I liked the store to be honest, the entrance had glass windows with white flowers a la Lancome as border and glass doors too, the usual, at least for the door. Then it dawned on me that those flowers reind me of the Marc by Marc Jacobs fragrance (Irina Kulikova was the face, she was wearing only her panties and bra and she was lying down on grass). So I went in and checked out the items sold, as usual there are the women's wardrobe of skirts, heels (from peep toes to stilettos), skinny jeans, dresses and bags. I went to farther the boutique and saw items for guys. I saw collared shirts, short sleeved polo shirts, 2 blue swimming shorts, tees and jeans. I was happy becauses there's something I can potentially buy, although looking at the price tag, let's just say my wallet was not prepared (obviously since I only plan to spend on food and movie tickets). But to be fair, the dark blue collared shirt costs P4,500. Pants are around P7K, short sleeved polos are around P5K and so is the swimming shorts. I honestly want to buy something from that store, I have to, because it isn't that expensive, unlike, you know, Prada and Salvatore Ferragamo, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Bally, Yves Saint Laurent, DKNY and so on.

To be honest, I did not know what to possibly by from the Marc by Marc Jacobs boutique because the collared shirts, I can buy them at a cheaper store, I only sacrifice the brand. I thought the short sleeve polos were nice, print-wise but I saw one in Topshop that was only P2K, and I really liked the detail of that polo shirt which was very resort-esque for men (I love also the detail on that marc jacobs polo, but it's worth around P5K). Why can't I have enough money to buy them? I'm planning to buy myself a pair of sunglasses from Dolce Gabbana but ever since I saw Gisele Bundchen and Will Chalker on a Valentino sunglasses ad, I was quite swayed (I liked the sunglasses Gisele wore though, I'm not sure if there's still available, not to mention how much it cost). In due time, I'll be able to buy them, not either one of them but BOTH D&G and Valentino sunglasses, BOTH Marc Jacobs and Topshop short sleeve polo, BOTH Marc Jacobs and 3 other cheap polo shirts! BTW this is the ad:

After that, I waited for Jar in GB3 where everyone would meet up. Jar came in around almost 7pm, and Thank God he did come at last because I was getting tired of waiting for him and the others and I have nowhere else to go, not to mention I was getting tired. When Jar came I was listening to the radio built in my cellphone, I didn't recognze him at first because I was looking down, on the floor mind you. When he waved his hand, that's when I recognized him. It's funny when I saw him and we both sat down, the radio was playing a song that I recognized, it went like

"...im falling for you...finally, my heart gave in and I'm, falling in love...I finally know...How it feels...so this is love..."

So throughout the first few minutes of our conversation, this song was playing. I have to say though, when I was walking, before Jar came, I was imagining I was with my boyfriend, we're walking in GB3 and GB5, holding hands while walking, we're all cute and sweet to each other, you know, a romantic walk. To be honest, for like 1-3 minutes, I was imagining what if Jar was my boyfriend and we were, you knoww, being sweet and all that . So when the song was playing, I smiled a bit, but it wasn't a smile like, I'm happy that you're here my mon cherie, it was more like...God this is a bad joke you're pulling, its strange, then again, You've always been strange.

After the song, we talked some more, about what's up with chamber, how long we've played the violin, some juice tidbits about some chamber members, which I would not elaborate because I promsied Jar I wouldn't tell a soul. After that He got a text that Katty (her real name) was in the resto called Kitchen. So we looked for her but we didn't find her outside, it turns out she was inside, and I was thinking, she can't be inside because if she's not eating why the hell would she stay there. So she came to us, waited some more until we're all complete.

We went to GB5 to eat, Paul, Naomi, Joyce, Jar, Katty and Me and we found this restaurant but I forgot the name of the place, it was all seafoods, what we ate. Good thing there weren't fishes because they're a problem for me. Before we ate, we kind of asked how's everyone doing, you know, those stuffs, catching up with other people. Joyce works for Sun Cellular, Paul and Naomi (not Campbell) works in Prople, a Knowledge Process Outsourcing firm and Katty works in Isla Lipana, an accounting firm. Jar is in 2nd year college, DLSU and me? I'm obsessed with Fashion. Because we ate around almost 9pm, Nao couldn't stay that long as she has work tomorrow and her parents are fetching her after they fetched her sibling so she left before we got to order the food (we took a group pic, but it's in her camera).

I took pictures of what we ate and us too. We had a hearty meal of seafoods mostly. After that we planned on watching Sex and the City. Now I don't have problems with this but I don't want anyone feeling they're left one so I thought maybe Indiana Jones is better, and everyone concurred. Unfortunately, the last full show for Indiana Jones was way too late, around 12mn so we went to Glorietta instead, which Jar got all worried because he was parked in GreenBelt.

So we bought the tickets, went in the movie house, which was quite different for me because we went up. Usually, the movie houses that I go to we go down. Anyways, I likedthe trailer for the Mummy the Tomb of the Dragon Emperor because it was set in China, the 2 previous movies were set in Egypt, not to say Egypt gets overrated but China, just like Egypt has many necrological curses hidden so why not capitalize on that? After the movie I got fetched by my parents, Jar fetched Joyce home because they live near each other and Paul and Katty took the taxi.

That's it byebye!

Bad Days...

I am writing this blog (I don’t know if this will be short) because I am absolutely bored to death. Not that I neglect my daily work, it’s just that there is no access to yahoo mail today. It really is disturbing because I’m so used of logging on to yahoo to check my mails regularly, even 3-5 times a day or more.

This day is becoming worse, first of all, I was late for work, I came in around almost 930am. I don’t want to be late for anything because it’s a sign of being unprofessional. Well, at least during the time I’m traveling to work, 2 really great songs played on the radio, first is “Baby Can I Hold You” originally sang by Tracy Chapman, revived by Boyzone. The one that played on the radio was the version of Boyzone, really nice, mellow but potent, emotion-wise, or maybe at least to me it is that potent. I love the strings playing A-minor scale, adding that expressive meno dolce (less sweet) yet amoroso (lovingly) feel. The second one was from Plus One and it’s called “Last Flight Out”. It has that serene and also potent feel, but different from the earlier song I mentioned. This one is in key of E-Major. I also love the strings here because they kind of sound like a synthesizer but the string ensemble’s sound is very identifiable. Actually, what’s stuck in my head is Last Flight Out (I have this song’s video in my multiply account), it’s really nice; I wish you can hear it. What’s that situation when a song is stuck in your head? Oh yes, Last Song Syndrome (LSS).

I feel bad for my co-worker, he has no internet connection whatsoever since this morning. I know what that feels like, very vulnerable. Thankfully for me I can access some other sites, he can’t. Not to demean him or anything but, It’s probably one of those really darn-it days when just when you need the net, this happens. That used to happen to me, but he was there to the rescue, me, I’m super incapable of even helping with his problem, just to sympathize I guess.

I’m a bit disappointed today because I’m supposed to meet this guy today, during lunch, but no, it never happened. He told me he’d text me if ever he’s around Makati so we can have our rendezvous. Unfortunately, no word from him, I even asked him if it (rendezvous) would still push through, nada. I’m disappointed so much, he didn’t even text me about it. I’m sad, I hope we can still meet one of these days. I feel like crying because I didn’t meet him, but no I’m not gonna cry, I’d understand him. Who knows? He might well become my boyfriend…

This day is one of those days…really bad one, within a year a day or two like this occurs, and guess what? There’s another year coming ahead of me, that means 2 really bad days ahead for 2008 (I started in this company last June 2007, from that time up until now May 2008, there has been a total of 2 horribly bad days). I just want to go home and sulk and cry and then workout. There’s a possibility that I am wrong and that many more really bad days are ahead, hopefully not more than 20.

Indulgences

Yes, I don't think I should deprive myself of that. I work to live, it doesn't exempt, a once-in-a-while luxurious living. Speaking of which, Last Saturday, I went to Megamall to pay the remaining balance for my contact lens. What I initially did was buy a pair of contact as my old one is expiring within the week (this weekend), but since I don't have the money at that time, I just gave a down payment and pay the remainder by next weekend (which was this last Saturday). I got a coffee/hazel colored contact lens, it wasn't as obvious as I thought it was though but I'm happy with it. Next time I'm getting charcoal/gray so I can have that Jessica Stam Eyes (fierce!).

After I got my contact lens, I checked around for some sunglasses, the cheap but branded ones (those that are less that Php11K) and I found one that I really liked. It was from Dolce & Gabbana and it's Php6800. I tried it on and wow did I look like fierce! I also tried out their aviator but it cost around Php7450, so I guess I'm sticking with the first one I saw, because I'm not into aviators, yet. I'll try to save money so I can buy that soon. I forgot to tmention that they also offer 10% discount on their items, and it's not sale, I guess I need to save up!

That's all for now bye!

Inspiration Sets In

After what seemed like aeons of non-purchase of clothing material. I finally got to buy 2 collared shirts and a black striped shorts.

I needed to buy 2 shirts because I am super running out of friday looks. Friday Looks, in my book, means civilian but its important that the shirts I wear are collared, as per the corporate world's unspoken decree. For that I bought 2 shirts for Php1K. Not bad, because I'm not really after avant-garde-esque looks, just plain simple collared shirts. No, I have not lost my interest in runway looks but I have to take into consideration wearability. So what I bought are 2 shirts, one is colored dark blue and the other is dark teal. What's with dark colors? I'm not sure either but I have to tell you that color wise, it was a rather spur-of-the-moment decision to pick those. The influence behind the blue and teal colors were because of the trend I read 2 weeks ago in men.style.com and Louis Vuitton Fall Men's collection, respectively.

Dark Blue I found inspiration in Spring 2008 Mens. I was looking for something brighter, kind of like turquoise turning to blue (rather than green), but I didn't find anything, save for a baby blue one which, I have to say, is not what I'm looking for. So I settled for something close to the idea.

Dark Teal I found inspiration in Louis Vuitton Fall 2008 Men. It was nice to have something different, plus the fact that I saw Marc Jacobs wear a look that was, as per Tim Blank's review, by far one of the strongest and memorable looks of that collection. That to me is more than just advertisement, it's a statement, that's why I got dark teal.

To be honest I wanted to go to The Podium so I can buy those shirts with a really nice shade of blue, and they're not over Php700, but I didn't want to walk there because the sun is scorching...and my semi black ensemble wouldn't permit it. Everyone knows black absorbs heat more than the other nonblack fabrics do, and I don't want to perspire excessively, as I might lose much more water than when I workout. Dehydration is not my end goal for working out. Besides, they're not collared, they're ordinary shirts. The collars are my priority, for me they can take on any color, so long as it's collared.

I got those shirts from Blue Star Exchange, which they were selling for like 1 for Php599, 2 for Php999 and 3 for Php1299. The saleslady was kind of asking me if I wanted 3 for Php1299 but I said no, maybe next time. Truth be told I only remember the 2 for almost a thousand bucks, so I stuck with it and alloted my budget of 2K. Of course I tried them on to see if they fit, and they did, thank Heavens my workout is working out, not that I'm having abs yet but that I was slim enough to fit in those shirts. They weren't exactly body fit ,which was good but that at least it was very comfortable.

After that I hopped to Diego to buy some shorts. At first I didn't go there at once because...I didn't feel like going in. Actually that twinkish guy sales clerk wasn't there so I kind of was a little bit sad and hesistated a bit. Now when I came in there after some time the first thing I did was to go to their shorts section and I saw this beautiful brown shorts with faded gold, thin stripes and the pocket with a plain deeper shade of brown, kind of like chocolate brown. There's just one problem: It was too big for me. I can tell.

I saw the price tag, it was almost a thousand, just the way I budgeted it but the size was another story. To be honest I thought they would have stocks of it, I found out there was none as was told to me by the sales clerk, guy sales clerk. So I ended up getting this black shorts instead. The black shorts was not part of the plan but it was chic. I always perceive black as the color that represents chicness and in a way I'm kind of looking for pieces with a timeless appeal. Shorts are not really timeless I think but black is, so I guess color outweighs the garment. So I tried it on and again thank the azure Heavens it fit almost exactly and it the length of the shorts was exact to my knee, therefore making me tall!! Hahaha.

So I bought it and that completed my agenda, almost completed. I bought a new deodorant because I used up the last one. I gotta say I couldn't find the "scent" I was looking for therefore I, again have to find another one. The one I use was called "Vice" and the one I got was "Touch". Goodness are we referring to Tom Ford here? Well, not really.

After completing my agenda of buying clothes and deodorant I spent the rest of my time in the mall playing arcade. I love playing the arcade ever since Carrie BlowJob (Not real name bwahahahahaha) lent me her PSP and played Mortal Kombat. Well, my problem with arcade is that I never seem to get past the fourth opponent. Oh well, that remains to be solved through constant playing.

I think my next agenda would be to buy a loafer or rubber shoes somewhere in St. Francis. St. Francis is like a flea market inside a building and I remember that was one of the places my organization, DLSU Chamber Ensemble performed back I think in 2005. I also know that they sell really good stuff over there and it doesn't cost so much. I guess my philosophy is not to spend too much on shoes or other footwear and pants but the tops...it's a shopping craze! I'm still researching what are the classic designs for footwear so I can update my wardrobe a little bit. I saw these Gucci shoes on Multiply and obviously I was wowed, though the design was not my thing. Not to mention the price was Php9K. I can definitely buy it, but it's not worth it because it's too expensive, taking my budget into consideration. That's why I didn't buy it, even if I can.

I also want to accumulate 3K in Diego because if I did they'd give me a discount card. That's gonna help. I also saw this jacket in Blue Star Exchange, where I bought my 2 shirts and saw this really nice vest. It was pricey, around Php1700. Again, I need to raise money so I can buy it. Vests are so in right now (a trend perhaps?) ever since I saw the frontman of Maroon 5 (Adam Levine) and some contestants of Project Runway season 4 (Christian Siriano & Kevin Christiano) wear vests. I guess that means I'll raise funds again for that. I'm not thinking that vest would be gone in a jiffy because, it's pricey, unless someone is desperate to get those so that leaves me more time to save my compensation for that.

Going back to the shorts, I actually saw a short in Oxygen that's really nice looking (except for the black insignia or something on the upper right hip part of the garment), kind of reminds me of Gucci Fall 2008 Men's collection because of the checkered print but minus the chic factor and it was a slightly deeper shade of gray. It's more expensive than the ones I got from Diego. It's worth Php1099. Of course I want it because it I think will fit on me, even though I tried the small size, but I found it too...chichi for my liking, even if I like Gucci more than Louis Vuitton. My philosophy in style is to be simple yet elegant and chic, and that Oxygen checkered shorts was anything but.

I guess that's my new fashion mission, to update some of my wardrobe, know the color of the trend and most importantly, allocate money for timeless pieces. The money allocation would retroact if I have more than one source of income, but I don't want to run afoul with the law so I would have to rely on my compensation, for now.

Finance & Noel

Sa unang pagkakataon magsusulat ako ng Tagalog sa blog na ito. Hindi ko ito ipinapamahagi sa iba dahil ito ay para lang sa akin. Dito ko nilalabas ang lahat ng saloobin ko, yung mga tipong isinisigaw ng puso ko, kaya huwag ka na lang makialam dito, basahin mo na lang, pero gusto mo magiwan ng mga suhestiyon, siguraduhin mo lang na makakatulog ka, at hindi makakasira dahil sumpain ka kung puros ka lang paninira.

Akala ko noon ako ay itinadhana na subukin ang industriya ng finance dahil sa ang tinapos ko na kurso sa kolehiyo ay Pamamahala ng Institusyong Pinansyal (mga Bangko, Insurance companies, investment houses, etc.). Maganda naman ang kursong yon dahil hindi lang ito basta lang tungkol sa finance at panimulang aralin sa mga institusyong pinansyal, mayroon ding konting aralin tungkol sa ekonomika na makatutulong sa mas lalong malalim at makahulugang pag-aaral ng mga merkado at mga karagdagang kaalaman upang makagawa ng makabuluhang pagdedesisyon na pang-pinansyal. Aaminin ko natuwa ako sa kursong ito kaya naman natural lang na ang trabahong gusto kong pasukin ay yung may kinalalaman sa inaral ko. Sa totoo lang, ganyan ang isip ng mga taong nagtapos din ng kursong tinapos ko, pero may iba sa amin, gustong lumihis ng direksyon. Noong una hindi ako sang-ayon dito dahil hindi ako sanay na mag-iba ng karera, at ako ay naniniwalang para lamang ako sa finance at finance lamang, wala nang iba.

Aaminin ko rin, medyo mahirap maghanap ng ganitong klaseng trabaho dahil ang karaniwang hinahanap nila ay yung mga may karansan na sa industriyang ito sa loob ng humigit-kumulang 1-10 taon. Ako ay kakagradweyt lamang nung mga panahong iyon at shempre pa, hindi ako nababagay sa kanilang hinahanap. Pero naniwala ako na mayroong trabaho para sa mga bagong gradweyt na katulad ko na may kinalaman sa finance, at mayroon nga. Nakakita ako ng hindi lang isa ngunit dalawang trabaho na nakalihis sa finance, pareho ako inimbitahan para sa interbyu pero sa magkakaibang paraan. Isa lang ang tumawag sa akin, at iyon na ang tinrato kong pahiwatig ng Panginoon na ang trabahong para sa akin.

Nagsimula ako kalagitnaan ng nakaraang taon at ngayon ako ay nakakasiyam na buwan sa pinagtatrabahuan ko. Aaminin ko marami akong natutunan, bukod pa sa mga inaasahan ko at para doon ako ay nagpapasalamat sa Diyos. Marami talaga ako natututunan dito sa trabaho ko, mula sa paghahanda ng Financial Reports hanggang sa paglikha ng one-pager kung saan nakalagay ang pangangailangang pinansyal ng isang kumpanya. Natutunan ko rin gumawa ng isang patakaran na dapat sundin ng mga turistang nais magtayo ng negosyo sa bansa, para sa ikabubuti ng Pilipinas at shempre, para naman kumita sila ng malaki. Yung nangyari kay Brian Gorrell, naku, ibang usapan na yan, pero sana umayos na ang lahat, sa kanya pati dun kay DJ Montano.

May isa pa akong natutunan dito sa trabaho ko, na hindi yata ako para dito. Bakit ganon? Ibinigay sa akin ito ng Diyos, pero ngayon nararamdaman ko na hindi ito para sa akin? Hindi ba ang binigay Niya ay ang talagang para sa atin lamang? Kung sabagay, may mga taong nakakakilala ng mga taong naging higit na mabuti sa kanila kaysa sa inaasahan pero sa bandang huli, napagtantuan nila na hindi sila para sa isa't isa. Napakasaklap, pero totoo.

Ngayong hindi na ako nababagay sa larangan ng finance, saan na ako? Bakit ko nga ba sinabi hindi na ako bagay sa finance? Marahil siguro dahil sa sarili kong takot na pumalpak. Sa takot na hindi ko matupad ang mga inaasahan sa akin. Siguro kaya ko naisip na hindi ako bagay sa finance dahil hindi ko maabot ang mga standard ng mga kumuha sa akin, ng mga nakatataas sa akin. Ayaw ko kasi na hindi nakakamit ang mga inaasahan sa akin, parang bumababa ang tingin ko sa sarili ko, at alam natin na hindi maganda ang pakiramdam kapag mababa ang tingin natin sa sarili. Hindi kailanman naging katanggap-tanggap ang kapalpakan, na mukhang ngayon ay palagi na lang nangyayari sa akin. Kaya siguro ganon na lang ako aking pagsuko sa larangang ito, samantalang dinasal ko gabi-gabi sa Diyos na kakayanin ko ang mga pagsubok na dadalhin ng trabahong ito. Hindi ba't kapalpakan na naman ito? Hanggang kailan titigil ang gulong ng kapalpakan? Hanggang kailan ako maglalakas loob sabihin na, kaya ko itong mga pagsubok na ito? Sino ba dapat ang dapat magpalakas ng loob ko para kayanin ko ang mga pagsubok na ito, dahil sa ngayon, wala akong mapagkuhaan ng lakas ng loob. Wala. Para akong kandilang nauupos ng paunti-unti. Napakahirap ng walang taong magpapalakas ng loob mo, kahit sarili mong isip at puso, parang sumuko na sa iyo. Mahirap iyon. Idagdag mo pa ang mga kaplastikan ng mga kasamahan mo sa opisina, kunyari ayos kayo pero pagtalikod mo kung anu-anong masasama ang sinasabi sa iyo. Hindi ko masasabi kung talaga ngang sinisiraan nila ako pero iyan na muna ang iisipin ko, sa dami ng ginawa kong mali.

Sana lang ay may isang taong dumating sa buhay ko at palalakasin niya ang loob ko, na para bang isa akong makapangyarihang nilalang na kayang supilin ang kahit na anong iharang sa akin. Sana mahalin niya rin ako, kung ano man ako, dahil pag ginawa niya yun, mamahalin ko rin siya, higit pa sa hinihiling niya.

Yama't din lamang nabanggit ko ang tungkol sa pag-ibig, may ikukwento pa ako. Kagabi, tinext ko si Noel at sinabi ko sa kanya na gusto ko siya. Ang sabi niya ayaw daw niya ng partners, samakatuwid, ayaw niyang pumasok sa isang relasyon. Tinanong ko kung bakit, sabi niya, maraming dahilan. Hindi ko na tinanong kung anu-ano yung mga yon dahil kung anuman iyon, sa kanya na lang iyon. Sumaggi rin sa isip ko na baka ayaw niya sa akin. At bakit nga naman niya ayaw sa akin, masyado ako pa-girl, pero hindi ako nagbibihis babae, boses babae rin naman ako...sa telepono, at matangkad siya, ako ay hindi.

Talaga atang hindi ako para kay Noel. Ilang gabi ko rin dinasal na sana maging akin siya at mahalin niya ko, at mahalin niya rin ako. Ngayon alam ko na kung bakit hindi pwede maging kami, sa pagkakataong ito, dahil ayaw na niyang magmahal ulit, ayaw niya masaktan. HIndi niya iyan sinabi sa akin pero iyan ang hinuha ko. Hindi ko siya masisisi, pero nung sinabi niya iyon, parang sinabi ko sa sarili ko, kahit higit pa sa 50 taon ang dumaan, hihintayin ko parin siya. Mamahalin ko parin siya, siguro kahit patay na ko, at nabubuhay pa siya, mamahalin ko parin siya. Ganon ko kamahal si Noel, kaso hindi niya alam iyon. Pwede rin naman siguro hindi siya naniniwala sa akin, muli, hindi ko siya masisisi. Wala akong basehan para sabihing mahal ko siya, basta naramdaman ko lang yon mula pa noong 2005, hindi ako sigurado noon pero ngayon, alam ko na mahal ko siya, higit pa sa iniisip niya. Ngunit baka nga hindi siya ang para sa akin.

Hindi ito ang unang beses na umasa akong magkaroon ng isang bagay na talaga namang gustung-gusto ko, at kadalasan, hindi ko ito nakakamit. May dahilan kung bakit hindi nabibigay sa atin ang mga bagay na gusto natin, dahil sa mata ng Diyos, may mas dapat na para sa atin, at sa takdang panahon, ibibigay Niya ito. Baka nga hindi para sa akin si Noel, pero baka mas bagay pa sa akin, ayon sa mata ng Diyos. Sana lang Noel, malaman mo na talagang mahal kita, pero baka akala mo, bata lang ako, at hindi ko alam ang sinasabi ko, pero alam ko ang sinasabi ko. Mahal kita, sana magbago isip mo, pero kung hindi...

http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/mind/surveys/whatamilike/index_5.shtml?personality_type=supervisor

I just found out about what am I like. I don't necessarily agree but it at least gives me a perspective of what I am. I'll blog about this soon...in this blog of course

Going Commando and to Starbucks

Antonio Sabato Jr. once said that the best way to sleep is by going commando. I agree.

I tried sleeping naked last Thursday until Saturday and I have to say it was great. I only covered myself with blanket because my home is really cold, especially at dawn. I got really nice sleeps, so nice I almost woke up late, at least for today. The cool feel of the dawn on your skin is really nice, relaxing in a way but never freezing. I guess I'll only go commando during the weekends as it kind of relaxes me, though I don't see any reason doing it on weekdays.

Last Saturday, Katre and I attended our high school reunion because I promised her to do it, not that I didn't go there last year. I would have to say I was pretty pissed off because it took us 30 minutes to get in the campus. It was because we have to pay Php150 upfront for the registration fees, print our IDs (Which I just threw away after...), be given free Globe SIM cards, have it loaded with G-cash, get freebies...damn. The girls attending the Globe booth couldn't simply cater to all of the alumni wanting their SIM Cards reloaded. Of course they can't they were only 2, the alumni were around 6, that's 3 is to 1, not a very good ratio. After all of the craziness and annoying people Katre and I got in.

When we got there the first thing I told her was that let's look for some old classmates of ours, then deduced they wouldn't be coming here, the registration fee was high, unlike last year it was free entry. So there, we got in the campus, found her sister, tete a tete with some people she knows, found a seat and waited for the program. Exhilarating isn't it? After 30 minutes the program started, then we hit the buffet to eat. I now understand what the registration fee is for, apart from the ID, it was supposed to act like a payment for the food, thats why they gave us food and dessert stubs before we got in. While we were falling in line, we were talking about certain things, which got the attention of the alumnus in front of us. I don't remember his name probably because he NEVER gave it to us, but I do know that he graduated in De La Salle, LIA-COM, LIA I don't know, COM is Accountancy. He asked me if I knew a Ricky Sayas and said yes he is my uncle. I told him I also graduated in De La Salle and Katre from Adamson. In reality, Katre HASN'T graduated yet and told that she works for SM as an analyst of some sort. Mr. alumnus guy then mentioned that he's having problems with his condo to Katre and she wasn't able to answer him. Bitch, thats what you get for lying.

So we got food, ate, watched the program and then I decided to tell Katre we should go to Starbucks and do some catching up. We left at 8pm and took the FX. This particular FX we rode was super nice! I'm telling you, when his passengers get off the FX he'd say thank you. So when me and Katre got off, we politely said thank you and so did he. I promised to pray for his safety but since I don't know his name, I just got the plate number (PYA 208) so I prayed for the plate number, I'm sure God knows who I'm talking about.

We got to Starbucks and we talked for 3 hours non-stop, no. not non-stop, but we never ran out of stories. I found out that her sister actually started taking her masters class in DLSU-RCBC, and that she had 3 years of work experience under her belt. I told Katre I was planning to take my masters and that I needed money for it, thats why I'm working. She'd like the idea of masters but I don't think she'd take it now, she hasn't graduated yet. All this time, it felt like HS all over again because I was scanning starbucks for hot guys, I apologized for it and she said, that was so me. I guess I'm forgiven.

After that Katre's dad fetched us and her sister who was still in PCC, which surprised Katre because she thought she went to Eastwood. They sent me home and we said byebyes. Great Night it turned out, catching up with a good friend, and lots of eye-candy too.

Ok then, thats all for now. BYebye