Sky Full Of Lighters

You start to realize, that moment when you stare at your reflection in the mirror, that you have gained a bazzillion pounds. You start to itemize the stuff you have been eating and try to figure out who the nitwit have been forcing you to eat them. You start to arrive at the conclusion that it was all you. You and your self-confessed obsession for gluttony. And you start to berate yourself and talk about the million of reasons why you should stay in shape. 

A few minutes later, your hands are reaching for that tasty burger. And you curse that person who invented the word diet. And you curse yourself more for caring.

Shameless. Shameless. Your lack of self-control is nothing short of shameful.

How I wish the weather isn't so temperamental. One minute the sun is attempting to roast you alive and the other minute, it is trying to bathe you. Tropical countries have the most unpredictable weathers. One lives on tenterhooks on what sort of weather is going to greet you in the morning. 

Anyhow, I would just like to solicit a few good lucks. I signed up for two full time work. I know that sounds a bit daunting but wait till you hear that I also have one part-time work. I'll also be tutoring. What this basically means is that I will be working my butt off in the next coming weeks. I'm pretty sure I'm biting off more than I can chew but what the hey! It's all in the mind. I'll be chugging energy drinks like crazy. :'((

Having A Coke With You

HAVING A COKE WITH YOU
Frank O'Hara

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

You Cannot Fathom The Immensity Of The Damn I Do Not Give

I'm back! Did anyone even miss me? haha~ oh well...

I've been slacking off, I know. Aside from meeting a ton of work-related deadlines, I also felt the need to distance myself a bit from social media. The vibe I've been perceiving lately has left a sour taste in my mouth. I even ended up deactivating my Facebook account for a few days, forcing  some of my closest friends to direct their queries to my boyfriend. hee~ I've been mulling over the idea of deleting my current account and starting anew. I didn't want to go through the extra trouble of sorting my friends list and eliminating the ones I deem irrelevant to my life. (or the ones who will most likely judge. but then, i'm pretty much judging them saying this).

Thankfully, the blogosphere has been nothing short of sane and marvelous.

Anyways, the past few days have been kind of a wreck for me. I usually start the day taking inventory of all my aches and pains. The tooth the dentist treated a couple of weeks ago is still bothering me. I'm also still recovering from a mild sprain. I sprained my left foot last Saturday whilst trying a 3-inch-ish pair of clogs on uneven pavement. It didn't help that I am horribly uncoordinated. /fail.

But I'm so grateful for the weekend Baguio reprieve! A lot of walking (hello limping gait!) and binging . We are actually self-confessed foodies. 

 

@ Teriyaki Boy

Pesto, Grilled Chicken and Garlic Panini

my take-out Ramen 

 If you like to eat good Italian meals without busting the bank, eat at Cucinino. Value for your money! Also, never take out Gyoza. They wilt and you'll have a hard time chopsticking (is this even a word?) them. 

And oh, the outfit photos above are Vivi-inspired. <3 I heart Vivi. I have this huge love for Lena.

Vivi June 2011

Some of my favorite Vivi June 2011 scans. A slew of pretty photos to inspire you. Lena is fast becoming my favorite Japanese model.

And oh, I'm back from my hiatus.