A (Slightly Out of Character) Fashion Post

I know I said from my previous entry I would not share with you the rest of my new year's resolutions, but this is pretty shallow (yes I just insulted my own resolution) and non-sentimental so why the hell not.

For those who know me well enough, I can already picture you nodding wildly in approval when I say this: I'm afraid of injecting color in my wardrobe; most of the time, I go for pieces that fall along the less eye-catching part of the color spectrum: aka the quintessential shades of nude (flesh tones), gray, black or white. But mostly, black and white pieces are my closet staples. Navy blue is my only exception to this anti-color phase I'm going through (but because it can also be deceptive enough to substitute for black, does it even count as an exception?). 

It was not until I tried on an aqua-colored top a month ago when it occurred to me that color wasn't my style's strongest suit. I checked my closet and was able to confirm this hypothesis. Even my foot apparel follows the same philosophy.

With that said, I guess i'll try to be more adventurous next time I go shopping and not go for the typical plains. Neutral sweaters and plain loose tops are my guilty pleasure. 

Just so you know, I'm not about to convert my blog to a fashionista diary because it's slightly out of character. Although I love clothes, I'm not one to religiously blab about my #ootd's online. I'm more of an emotional writer, and most of my works were inspired by either mostly musings, apocalyptic 3am heartaches, mind-blowing frustrations, or an abundance of enthusiasm.

So forgive me for this rare feeling-fashionista moment I am currently having. I must warn you there will be days like these when I would fool myself into believing that my wardrobe decisions are worth reading about.

A Cliché New Year’s Resolution Post

I’ll come right out and say it – I have a hard time being punctual in the mornings (ok screw it, in general. I have a sickening habit of last minute outfit changes) and I have the shopaholic’s disease (Yes, I insist that it is more of a dangerous ailment and not necessarily a lack of self-control).  Again, on both accounts, the denial is blaringly obvious.

So when the bells of change rung in lieu of the new year, I saw it fit to put these two things (out of an official list of thirteen which I deliberately chose to not disclose completely for admittedly sentimental reasons) on top of my new year’s resolution list. So far, I have only been late to work for 3 minutes because of nasty Metro Manila traffic. But I get up on time nowadays! I instantly wipe the sleep away from my eyes once that alarm rudely sets off (none of that 5 minute snoozing anymore! Definitely proud of that).

And I always bring packed lunch and stave of my Starbucks obsession. That's actually harder than it sounds okay! Since my office is practically a walking distance from Starbucks and my favorite dessert place in High Street (Slice). SO a lot of self-control going on there despite my suggested lack of it from the first paragraph of this entry. Lovely. Thanks to my newly developed ability to say no (with a heavy heart) to most of my favorite things like good coffee and retail therapy, I have saved more than I have ever had in my 21 years of existence. Giving myself a pat on the back for that one.

On another completely unrelated note, I have a new blog crush (sorry, but I just love it that much enough to give a special mention): Alyssa Lapid. Fashion slash Travel Blogger (along with occasional random musings about her interesting encounters). I’m in love (love is an understatement – can somebody toss in a more superlative form of this word to describe the actual extent of my adoration?) with her linguistic ability to translate her thoughts and wanderlust to quirky and highly entertaining blog entries. I found myself sighing with jealousy on how she creatively “immortalized her love for her Valentino heels in this witty post (for your viewing pleasure and convenience):  http://alyssalapid.com/yeah-you-rockstud/.

So far, my 2014 is working out well. I got an internship under brand marketing which is practically what I've been dying to be a part of. And I'm feeling pretty good about the rest of the year. Given my dedication to alter old habits, I'm confident that this out-with-the-old-in-with-the-new thing will surely make me feel like the sun is shining out of my derriere.

Crap it just dawned on me that I'm graduating in less than 10 months. Oh god. Soon to be ancient. Brb, will attempt to build a mechanism to slow things down a notch. Or on a more realistic note - carpe diem all day errday.

The Lemon Regimen

Okay so i'm into this thing where you put lemon slices in water - apparently it helps "detoxify" your body. It doesn't really make water taste enjoyable, but the idea of internal cleansing seems nice. Especially because I'm desperate of it in its figurative sense as well.

I guess I'm at that point where I really honestly feel like I have to get rid of "toxic" things in my life. It's not exactly easy weeding out the unnecessary. Factors such as sentimental value and attachments usually make me hesitant to steer clear of them. 

Sometimes, I wish I can just grow some balls and just tell myself that I can do without these things that masquerade themselves as important when in fact, they're just merely unhealthy distractions. 

Wake Up Calls With Drake

"We live in a generation of not being in love and not being together; but we sure make it feel like we're together because we're scared to see each other with somebody else."

Ah, Drake. You just get me sometimes, you know?

Overstaying Their Welcome

The anxieties consume you only in as much as you let them.

So imagine it as something concrete and tangible in your mind, allow it to materialize like so maybe in the form of a volume knob – something adjustable per se.  And now turn it down to its ultimate low. And imagine that metaphysical space going blank with pure silence – the sound of the absence of chaos. Peace of mind. That’s more like it.

You see overthinking really does some serious cerebral damage if you let it occupy a 24/7 parking slot in your brain. But yet we do it anyway, because we are congenitally curious. We feed our questions until they multiply like some kind of unrelenting cancer.

Can someone come up with some kind of defense mechanism against unwanted thoughts already? Please and much thanks. 

A War in My Mind

I still do. 

I wonder how things can drastically change after waking up everyday thinking that you had within your reach something you were so sure about - something that was most probably the most stable truth you can keep coming back to. 

I crave for answers, but in the process, the questions only continue to multiply like an epidemic. If I could just mentally undo you, I swear. I'll be the most productive person in the world. Then I would not have to wonder about you and how you are. I hate that I think about you in that sense. I hate that I think about you to begin with. 

Caribbean: The Perfect Sole-Mate

From basics to psychedelic prints, sure enough you’ll find your perfect sole-mate thanks to Caribbean.  Treat your feet to these youthful and creative flops that not only serve as eye-candy, but they also make quite a trusty pair given their durability and anti-slip technology. Good luck taking your pick though, Caribbean offers quite a lot of endearing choices that you'll most likely find yourself falling in love with more than just one pair! 

And plus, the holidays season are coming in! Call it early, but I think it’s the best way to get them excited for summer 2014! 

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