Why it hurts.

1. Maybe I'm too emotional, and I'm just over-thinking things.
2. You made time to chat with my greatest insecurity when you couldn't even make time to ask me how I am.
3. You tell her she's very beautiful; you casually joke around with her; you even tell her you had a dream about seeing her at some place, with "Only Reminds Me Of You" as a background music; and you seem to be having a hell of a good time.
4. Given those written in number three, the thought that we used to be that way before only makes it worse.
5. You even offer help in whatever way you can. And, again, you couldn't even ask me how my day went.
6. Even though it's a whole different story, all you talk about is how this all boils down to your confusion on "why I just couldn't understand that we can't always spend time together."
7. How the criticism about my "insensitivity" has somehow become an excuse. As my roommate put it, that criticism was meant to make our mass work for the movement better. And I realize she's got a point. I mean, haven't I been respecting your busyness for academics lately?
8. It just does.

To be sure

I take a few steps
away from
the past.

Trying not to
look back
but;

I do.

A deep breath,
and I sigh.

Then
I smile;
turn again; and

I
walk farther,
content.

Mission: It's Possible

It's that time of the year again! As another year approaches, we just can't help but look back at how we spent our year. The New Year has become a sorry excuse for people to make promises and resolutions to make their lives better, to make the new year far greater than the past ones. Let's get real though--not everybody can fulfill those resolutions. 

What's really amazing, though, is that no matter how many New Years have passed, how many plans we've made, and how many times we've failed, we always choose to try again. It's both a good and a bad thing, I know. But what the hell, right? I, for one, think this year will be different. I've already started in the last few months, and it's been shaky, but it only proved that it really is possible for me to "change" and stick to my plans.

Ready? I am.

Photo D // It's a Wednes-date!

Hey! Finally gonna start on my attempt at blogging about my fashion experiences. But I think I should say beforehand that my phone camera's not really that impressive compared to that of a DSLR camera, or a mere digital camera, or even that of the latest iPhone.

Oh, and by the way, I thought I'd just make my fashion-attempt blog posts into a photo diary of some sort. And it starts now!

A brief explanation for my title, "It's a Wednes-date!":

So it's Wednesday (duh), and I wore this outfit because I wanted to try something different from my usual attires, and to try out the new vintage jumper I bought at a thrift shop here in Cebu. After I put on my outfit, someone told me that I looked like I was going out to some date with my friends. So voila! It's a Wednes-date!

 

 

 

Jumper - Vintage

Polka dot pullover - Twylascloset

Clutch - Vintage

Loafers - Artwork

P.S. Okay I know you might be thinking that my poses are pretty much the same, 'cause I do too. Huhu in my defense, 1. I wasn't thinking of posting this on my blog, 2. I was rattled because I suddenly forgot the poses I see on instagram (haha), and 3. I didn't get many pictures, really. Till my next--and hopefully better--post!

 Myles C A 

Pop! There goes my Idea Balloon

Hey, I'm back to blogging and I have a confession I'd like to make.

See, only recently have I followed Instagram accounts of fashion enthusiasts. And with every post I look at as I scroll down, I imagine that I'm the one wearing those clothes, posing that pose, and captioning "Something new is up on my fashion blog!" Haha! Crazy, right?

So anyway, there I was, looking at photos of an account of an incredibly stylish person, admiring and criticizing like I knew something about fashion, when a ludicrous idea popped in my head. It appeared like a Broadway sign, seemingly shouting at me with its bold, all caps font saying, "Why don't you make a fashion blog?"

Ha! No thanks, I said to myself. It is already impossibly hard to maintain this blog, why would I bother making another one? Right?

Besides, I don't have that much clothes, and resources to buy more. My closet consists only of about three jeans, a bunch of shirts, a couple of dresses... well you get the picture. Having a fashion/travel/lifestyle blog entails having time to 1. buy clothes, 2. mix 'n' match to create some style, 3. create a post about what the style is about, 4. basically maintain the blog.

And apparently, with my hard-to-follow schedule, my actual life outside the social networking world, my not-really-so-stylish sense of fashion, and my lack of resources, I will eventually fail coping with the four points I enumerated above.

My resolution, and hey it's not a pretty bad idea at all, is to just add some posts here--when I have the time to--about some attempts at being a fashion enthusiast.

I do so hope that I'll succeed. Or at least I'd look like some idiot with style. Toodles!

 Myles C A 

Su-PAPA-rman the Great

This is Commander Laloy, the only Super in my life. Best papa ever!

I'm tired of the reactionary students I see every single fucking day.