Everything's Peachy. Pun Intended.

The leaves had a wonderful frolic

They danced to the wind's loud song

They whirled, and they floated, and scampered

They circled and flew along

I am facing the monumental predicament of not knowing what to blog about. But the problem with me is that I'm such a sucker for conversations. Whether it's with someone I am completely comfortable with or just plain conversing with my blog readers, I can go on and on about the most mundane things. 

I'm more than a little irked with my camera lately. It's been taking pretty grainy photos. And I look sickly in all of them. Of course I shouldn't be blaming my camera if I don't take great photos. But still. It's  close to that time of the month when I'm a little hormonal and I always end up blaming something or someone for even the most trifling problems. T__T.

Since I haven't been feeling, not to mention looking, spectacular lately, I wanted to don something purdy. I thought it's about time I wear this peachy cardigan with its rose and floral details. It has been sitting in my closet for quite some time now. 

Since most of my photos are a bit grainy, I decided to emphasize the grain by adding a bit of noise. It turned out quite well, methinks. :)

I wore a lot of flowers the day these photos were taken. My post-valentine post. hurhur. 

I'm forced to listen to my brother's friends' videoke-ing(yes I'm inventing this word) as I write this. And seriously, nobody can think with all the noise so I might as well end this completely useless post. haha. 

PS: From neck to feet, everything is thrifted (except for the accessories). Yes, I'm the queen of thrift now. Kill me.

I'm On A Roll

"I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

 

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it." - Neil Gaiman, American Gods

 I'm really not reading anything. hoho. Contrived much?

Neil Gaiman is my personal literary hero. No one can be as jaded while simultaneously being inspiring as Neil Gaiman. If only I can be half as inspiring as he is, I can probably save the drunkards in my neighborhood from their impending doom.  

But anyway, I was planning on posting this some time next week since I don't like to be a weekend-only-blogger...but what the hey! There's no difference anyways. And I promised myself I'm never letting social norms and expectations eat me alive. So there you go. A new blog post.

And by some unadulterated miracle, my ability to put words together is finally coming back. Imagine that. I have to tell you my secret. Empanda. You know, that orange thing filled with papaya, egg and longganisa deep-fried in oil. It has to be eaten with spicy sukang iloko. It will rev up your brain like no other.

Now that I can think far more clearly, I have arrived to a tentative decision. I'm going to quit lookbook. haha! I haven't had much success gaining hypes or whatever it is you have to gain from there. And I just discovered that Lookbook pretty much filters outfit posts from users with a comparatively low Karma. I don't get it. The whole purpose of posting outfits is to gain more Karma. If they're not going to show your photos to all users, how in the world are you going to get more Karma?

So my tiny world is going to get significantly tinier with me inconspicuously being MIA in lookbook. Not that my absence is going to be missed.

Moving on, if you have noticed, this blog underwent a few changes. How do you like the new layout so far? I don't claim to be a graphic guru but I hope this new layout is good enough for you to want to come back to my blog. T__T

About the outfit:

I'm really not in the habit of checking back labels. I go thrift shopping a lot. Like 2 times a month or more. And I buy in bulk. I know! It's crazy. But that's the beauty of thrifting. You can shop sans the guilt. You can buy very cheap items. Most of them are still in good condition. 

outer: blazer, thrifted

inner: lace top, thrifted

shorts: bubble polka dot shorts, thrifted

hair accessory: lace made into a headband

Never Let Me Go

"I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how I think it is with us. It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever." - Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro

 

 

I've been meaning to watch Never Let Me Go for the longest time but I just can't seem to squeeze it in my weekly schedule. I heard it's a great movie. Plus Andrew Garfield is there. Andrew Garfield. I've been kinda cyberstalking him lately.

To be honest, I can't think of anything decent to blog about today. I wanted to go on and on about how exhausting the past few days have been but I have been yapping about that since time immemorial. It's pretty much insignificant now. 

So, in lieu of inspirational words, I'll just be posting photos from my recent trip to Myk's place. 

 Yes. I can speak Tree language.

 A few hours after wearing heels, i switch to flipflops. I fail as a woman.

Outfit Details:

outer - long stripey vest, thrifted

inner - short black dress with gray tulle piping, thrifted

bow tie - hand-made

clogs - EBay

Be Happy In Stealth

I was supposed to post this last night but cityville got in the way and before I knew it, it was already 11 pm and I was yawning every other minute. I haven't been playing Facebook games for a long time and I finally succumbed to the popularity of cityville and decided to try it out. Needless to say it is an addicting game. It will enamor you and take you away from your duties. Count yourself warned.

So anyway, this was what I wore yesterday.

It's just my i-can't-think-of-anything-to-wear-right-now outfit. My creative juice was running in short supply and no amount of inspiration can fill it up yesterday. The skirt was actually the first skirt I have ever made. It was originally an ankle-length piece I got from the thrift store. I gave it to my cousin and took it back yesterday and bribed her with an old pair of gladiator shoes I have only worn once. haha!

And since we are on the subject of sewing, I have news. I have decided to start sewing again--or more accurately start altering thrift and vintage finds.

clearly contrived photo

I figured I'm going to start with this vintage find I got from the thrift store a few weeks back. 

I'm a sucker for 1950's fashion. And I am endeavoring to channel that penchant for this era this year. I have been fashion-confused for the longest time and I think it's about time I end up having a signature style. I'm planning to alter this dress into a 1950's-inspired dress. Wish me luck!

Went to Myk's yesterday so we can work on activating and verifying my paypal account. Verifying paypal accounts in the Philippines without a credit card is very tedious. But thankfully, Myk's persistence, along with his web savvyness paid off. I now have a verified paypal account, thank you very much!

As usual, I camwhored while he was laboring over the procedures on how to get my account verified. Took some photos of the epic snacks we had yesterday including a box of ichigo mochi. It was the best mochi I have ever tasted. Oh wait, it's actually the first mochi I have ever tasted. But anyway, it's still superb!

a tray of delicious ichigo mochi

 It was so amazingly fluffy that I can't help squeezing and touching it right before eating. Showing my fangs because of utter delight!

 

Took a bite and realized if I squeeze it just like so, the silky jellied strawberry inside looks like a heart. Fwa fwa mochi!

And its nice cupcake wrapper!

Also opened a box of fortune cookies. I don't really like eating fortune cookies but I like reading the fortunes inside. I don't know who makes these stuff but I don't think fortunes are similar with quotes or advices. But nevertheless, they were quite helpful! And accurate too!

my fortune

 Myk's fortune

Guess what we found selling in San Fernando's night food market?

Takoyaki! I miss eating these. And until now, my small town is left in the dark as to the awesomeness of these little octopus-filled balls. Unfortunately, they weren't half as good as those sold in Baguio. Pickled ginger, nori flakes and bonito flakes are missing! My taste buds don't really care much for takoyaki balls drowned in cheese.

So that's it for now. I'm gonna go and get a bit more sleep before a busy week starts again. Have a great weekend everyone!