In reality, the world will eat you, swallow you whole, and people in the end won't care about you. That's true. It's about a battle in life, sometimes you have your weapons, sometimes you don't. And most of the time it's unfair, but it's all about how will you take it. You always have a choice, and you can never ran out of it, but most of the time none of the choices are your preference. At one point in your life you will just be one of the victims of fate. And it's important to be clever, sometimes you even have to cheat yourself, because if you don't the world will loose you. You will be lost in the game, and you will see people winning behind your back. And you wouldn't want that. As long as you see a tiny bit of you saying "you can" then you have to keep up the fight no matter what.

There could be bad and unfortunate things along the way, and that keeps your life realistic. Everything can't be that good and perfect or instant in one's existence. If life is as easy as that, then no one will be working their socks off just to be where they want. You must know what you want and make a goal in getting it. It's just that, in reality I strongly think that bad things are more likely to happen than the good ones, and everyday is a test on how strong you are, how persistent you are to win, no matter what about and how hard it is. Either way, the world knows how to reward, and you will wake up one day feeling forever grateful 'cause you never give up with reality.

Choco Mint, Mango Tango with Nutella, Mango Tango Lime Sorbet, Panna Cotta, Choc Chip.....I love Gelatissimo <3

sorry

I miss when dancing still makes you feel free. I miss when eating is enough when you starve, and drinking when you're thirsty. I miss when being a goof ball doesnt cause you so much trouble. I miss when my head plays trick with people.


I miss being the animal in your hand. I miss being a fun girl.

Nineteen Seventies Preview Ball

Raymond Gutierrez, Erwan Heussaff, and Adrian Semblatt.

 

Borgy Manotoc

Erwan and Vice (my personal fav photo)

Kermit Tesoro's 9-inch killer shoes

Andre Chang never fails to surprise us.

 

I so love Melissa Ramsay's hippie outfit.

Nineteen Seventies' BAM. It was Coco Banana crazy! As expected, Preview Best Dressed Ball 2011 at Seventh HIGH was successful and gave out so much emotions to everyone. It brought back all the retro years, with all the flared pants, glittery fabrics, crazy prints, to the hippie style.The event was packed of prominent people in different industry-- celebrities, designers, fashion models, business people, media, and so on. It was really a great event that I am grateful to be part of. Now I'd say, I just love my job.

Me with the my coolest boss

and with my team.

Photo Credits: Camera Capo

I think you need to be obsessed with your dreams. Truly obsessed and let it all out to be loud, and people will notice that. My lover once said,  "sometimes it's not really about grabbing opportunities, sometimes it's about choosing what you want. And I know what I want..."

HFD

"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY PAPA... I KNOW YOU WORRY SO MUCH ABOUT US EVEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO. YOU DID GREAT..NOT IN ALL ASPECT-- BUT WE TURNED OUT PERFECTLY OK. WE LOVE YOU!"

My cutest niece Issey with a swollen belly.

Issey and her papa. Lettuce battle!

I love her mucho.

Dear Lemon tree,

My heart is full of joy, because of this boy. I feel so blessed. He came in like three years ago, and never thought that we'll slowly grow in this strange, beautiful, and lovely rollercoaster of life, and friendship, and romance, caring for each other, loving each other. I can still remember how was he when I first get to know him, he is like a rugged kid, riding his bike, emo (as always but I didn't mind), and laid about life. Saying his first hi, and his first kind words. He didn't caught my attention right away, despite that I like talking to him, i like listening to his stories and thoughts, and random silliness that comes out on both of us whenever we are talking. 

Sometimes he annoys me, but he's a different kind of boy, in the most literal and figurative sense. He's not the one you can meet everyday. He is mostly the one I turn to whether I am happy or sad. The one I tell my thoughts with, whether it would be senseless or sweet. I feel sorry though sometimes everytime I shred all my complains with him, my disappointments and angst, but still he cheers me up and keeps me fearless. He is rarely patient but he is with me, the most patient for all of me being complicated, weird, and crazy. He has a huge understanding between my silence and noise. He is my rescuer. Sometimes it's not good, that we seem contented and satisfied just of having each other.

Our love is something I can't explain. we are extensions of each other. Sometimes i wish that people would see us through our thoughts, not where we come from, not by our age, not how much distance. We are not the stereotype kind of boyfriend and girlfriend, everyone feels that though, but something separates us from the conventional. It's hard to describe this without sounding cheesy or more so cliche, as I will say we are in love of each other, not just me in love with him, or him with me, but it's actually us in love with and of us. People will always gab "ohh you are so in love!", well yes in the most natural and literal thought, I am, we are. 

It's like the love that you've heard when you were a kid. And as life sinks in as you grew up, you start to be logical and thought all those love stories are not real. But I want to tell my children one day about my love story, and that I don't need to speak of those white horses, and castles, and fairy god mothers.

It was the beginning of us. I feel like we are the biggest thing in the world. I wanna be loud about what and who I'm passionate about, even if I'm not supported. Simply that, I love him and everything attached on him.

PS.

for Lénaïc, Happy Birthday love

Spent half of my Saturday talking with my love, and spent half of my day with three of my bestest, plus Iker, my bestest boyfriend. We've been all so busy since we graduated last year, so we are kinda making a good tradition every month such as eating out, and just the typical catching up that we can not do over Facebook. I love when we talk, there's a sense of home when I hear our accent. And there's a sense of growth too, realizing you're loosing that accent 'cause of the constant moving, meeting new people, talking to new people, and then adapting their ways. It may be out of context, but I find that amazing. 

Anyway, Jeudi chose this little café called Momo, just around Makati area at the Ayala Triangle. As always, I eat sweets first before the main meal, so I got this sinful deep fried oreo covered with flakes with some powdered sugar. Too sweet, but I was so craving for this since last week. So, I'm happy. Everything was satisfying, as well as the cozy place, except for the humid weather as per usual.

I love this cute little burgers Jeudi ordered for us.

 

It was too hot today, passed by a typhoon few days ago. I could start sucking ice blocks. Spent almost half of my day in the little kitchen area, and beside it is a window where you can gaze, or smoke as my brother always does. Nothing fancy about the view though, just you, and some daydreams.

I will start on my full time job on Monday. There's a good balance between excitement and nervous. Everything is always okey, if it isn't, then it will be.

May and Manila

I'm obviously a little bit behind on posting since I came back from Hong Kong. I guess it's not that I'm not having some stuff to say, but I think it's just the big difference of having real people to tell your stories apart from my yellow people, who are still lovely. I'm coming back bit by bit. And I am, at the very moment feeling so blessed of everything that I am having. I am just really feeling as if I'm luckiest, the happiest, and the most loved.

Anyway, here's a random photo of Manila. I just really missed this place, though it is indeed terribly hot.