That feeling that you have to constantly prove yourself.
That you have to work for every single little thing (or person) you want.
I wish it were easier.
But baby there you again
There you go again
Making me love youuuu
Booked for Davao on May. #excited
What time will you get here, summer?
It took me an hour of staring at a blank screen before I realized that, no, I will never be able to encapsulate the last ten (eleven? twelve?) years in a few paragraphs. I will never be that good a writer.
Thank God, Taylor Swift sings my heart.
He stands there then walks away
My God, if I could only say
I’m holding every breath for you
He’d never tell you but he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is, “My god, he’s beautiful”
And I don’t try to hide my tears
The secrets, all my deepest fears
Through it all,
Nobody gets me like you do.
When we were in high school and I was still partially insane, I promised myself that I wouldn’t follow her example. I vowed that I would never hurt you. I was convinced that I was the right choice.
I’m sorry that I’m not very good at keeping promises.
I did try. I kept expecting to wake up one day, feeling the same way I did ten years ago. If I were a little less idealistic, I would have taken everyone’s advice and I would have given this a chance to work.
I just turned 26 two hours ago. I’m a little too old to settle for people and things that would not make me happy. You know what I went through so I’m sure you’d agree when I say that I deserve happiness as much as any other person.
You deserve to be happy too. You certainly won’t find happiness in someone who refuses to prioritize you.
Please stop thinking that there’s something wrong with you. You were blameless. I take responsibility for everything.
This is actually a prepared speech. In real life, I stared and shrugged and gave fumbling explanations which were very hurtful. I’m writing this at 2 o’clock in the morning because my guilt won’t let me rest.
I GET IT NOW! I hope things work out for you.
Jeremy Scott has to be one of those designers you either hate or love. His designs are extravagant, loud, and bordering on weird. I hated most of his collaboration pieces with Adidas, primarily because most of them are unwearable. A track suit with fluffy teddy bears attached all over it? No thanks.
However, I did find his pieces for Longchamp quite extraordinary. Maybe because I find outrageous bags more tolerable than outrageous clothing? Or because I find classic Longchamp bags utterly ugly that anything different would do them a world of good? In any case, here are some of the bags that caught my attention:
Really cute and something I’d use if I wanted to brag. It has the designer’s name all over it.
The infamous pill bag.
I actually fell in love with this bag when I saw a photo of CL (of 2ne1) lugging one around at the airport. Actually, I just really love anything CL wears. She’s badass.
This is actually my favorite piece. This, I believe, stands for everything Jeremy Scott is. An eclectic mix of prints: baroque swirls, one dollar signs, leopard spots. It shouldn’t work, but Jeremy Scott worked his magic and made it awesome.
I’d love this piece more if I didn’t see the same print on some of his Adidas running gear. It’s still a standout piece nevertheless.
This is one of those I-wish-I’m-a-lawyer-already-so-I-could-buy-everything-I-want posts. Now I have to go back to being a poor student with a day job I really detest.
Good night non-existent readers! :D
Thank you’s are unnecessary, don’t you think? I am blessed and I’d like to think that I spend every day of my life showing the people I care about how grateful I am to have them.
This post is a bit late. But the hiatus has made me realize that the more I blog, the less interesting my real life actually is. I guess you can say then that the past few months have been… entertaining? And crazy. Definitely crazy.
Anyway, here’s to 2012. Let’s hope that 2013 will be more awesome.