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8 Oct

mochacafe:

(via ohsopictures)

Would totally wear this.

31 Jul

Because I can be a shy, shy demure girl…and because “Details in the Fabric” by Mraz and Morrison is stuck in my head.

Calm down
Deep breaths
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around
And pulling all your threads saying
Breaking yourself up

If it’s a broken part, replace it
But, if it’s a broken arm then brace it
If it’s a broken heart then face it

And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way

And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way

And everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Hmm

Hang on
Help is on the way
Stay strong
I’m doing everything

And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way

And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way

And everything, everything will be fine
Everything

Are the details in the fabric
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling?

Are the things that make you blow
Hell, no reason, go on and scream
If you’re shocked it’s just the fault
Of faulty manufacturing.

Yeah everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Everything

[Chorus]

Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling? (Go your own way)

Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)
Are the things that make you panic (Go your own way)
Is it Mother Nature’s sewing machine?

Are the things that make you blow (Hold your own, know your name)
Hell no reason go on and scream
If you’re shocked it’s just the fault (Go your own way)
Of faulty manufacturing

Everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Hearts will hold

Tomorrow, my thesis partner and I — as with the rest of the graduating (must. have. conviction.) batch of journalism majors — will be submitting our concept papers for the perusal of the faculty. Deep breaths and fingers crossed for the months ahead!

It’s so easy getting caught up or overwhelmed with the big picture that the little things sometimes escape our notice. With this in mind, I’m trying a new approach in this outfit post by shifting attention to details (in the fabric or otherwise).

I wore prints on prints for the first time today, but made sure the colors were complementary to keep from looking outlandish. The paisley top (P250 on a Christmas sale) is from a Korean outlet store in Harrison Plaza, and the printed skirt is a P105 find from a Makati Cinema Square thrift store.

Topped off the look with dangling earrings (P10) from a garage sale, a gold watch borrowed from my mother, a charm bracelet given as a gift, and a ribbon ponytail (P15) from Times Plaza in UN Avenue. ūüôā

Photos by Raine Calucag.

Last Friday Night: The Cheat Date

30 Jul

There is no state of bliss like sleeping in, especially on a weekday. It’s a privilege I’m unlikely to bask in once I trade my class readings for office memos, and my Form 5s for tax returns. That’s why every year since 2010, I strive to leave at least one whole morning free when mapping out my schedule for the semester.

This sem, Fridays are my staying-in-bed cheat days, what with a lone interpretive writing class (granted, it’s a three-hour class) at 1 p.m. Last July 27, though, I unintentionally took the lollygagging a little to the extreme. I woke up feeling ill at 10 a.m., ate breakfast, did my morning routine, and plopped back into bed an hour later.¬†

I woke up a second time at 2:30 p.m. In my groggy state, I read a text message from my prof: she had called off our class and required us instead to catch a forum from 1-4 p.m. that day. 

I reached school just in time for the forum’s end. YAY. Thankfully, I ran into classmates who were generous enough to fill me in on what went on during the forum.

Lesson learned: Never doze off after accomplishing morning routine. If it can’t be helped, at least set up an alarm.

That night, I was lucky enough to have enjoyed the company of my batchmate and good friend¬†Jiru. I was up for some¬†redundancy¬†that night, so we trooped to Maginhawa for a double burger cheat date (no hard feelings, grad pic diet) — whetting our appetites first at the Burger Project and hopping over to The Iscreamist for dessert.

The Burger Project lets diners customize their own burger, with a range of patties, sauces, buns and add-ons to choose from. As a bonus, you can even name your creation and they’ll have the recipe recorded, allowing you to order the same thing during your next visit.¬†

¬† ¬† ¬†That night, I had a beef patty with lettuce, tomatoes, caramelized onions and gruyere cheese, drizzled with Burger Project’s Special Sauce and all wedged between two sesame buns. YUM.¬†

¬† ¬† ¬†Over at The Iscreamist, I tried the Burger variant of their Dragon’s Breath concoctions. The latter are basically cookies on popsicle sticks with Macaron, Bacon Popcorn, S’mores and Burger variants. It’s served in threes or fours with a cup of liquid nitrogen.¬†

The diner dips the cookie into the cup (effectively flash-freezing it) and pops it into his/her mouth. Then he/she sits back as smoke flares out from his/her nostrils and mouth, in a very bad-ass dragonesque fashion.

T’was my first time to try Dragon’s Breath. Jiru was kind enough to take a video as I floundered and slightly¬†panicked as the first frozen cookie stuck to my tongue. Will upload it the next chance I get.¬†

And because he’s such a sweetie, Jiru capped off the night by giving me my first birthday gift this year: my own copy of The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. ‚̧

It rained for most of the afternoon and well into the night, something I failed to anticipate when I slipped into today’s outfit: an Express tank top (P100 from an outlet store) and a girly little skirt from the Makati Cinema Square¬†ukay¬†(P105). The silver ballet flats are from the Marikina Shoe Exchange, and the bright blue ribbon was a birthday gift from last year.¬†

I set out to try a different outfit shot last Friday, so I set my camera Sheldon on self-timer. This was the result of 561489 takes (after a time, all the futile jumping started feeling like a workout…yes, grad pic diet, I hear your evil cackle loud and clear) and a close encounter with a twisted ankle.

Cheers!

26 Jul

Every girl weaned on pop culture must have grown up having a favorite Disney princess. Mine was Snow White. I even had a Snow White-themed seventh birthday party, complete with costume and boy friends who doubled as well-wishing seven dwarves.

My reason for liking her was simple. As a child, I felt that pale Snow White with her apple cut (heh) bob and high propensity for breaking into song was the most relatable in a gaggle of long-haired, mostly Caucasian girl royals. Besides, I had (and still have) a relatively bigger shoe size than most girls, and was horrified to realize that my feet resembled the evil stepsisters’ more than it did Cinderella’s.

Last Tuesday’s outfit took inspiration from my favorite apple-munching princess. The top is from Samlin, the skirt an ukay find from Philcoa (P35), and the shoes from Grendha. The whole look is topped with¬†a ribbon recycled from a birthday package I received last year.

Photos credits to the owzum Raine Calucag.