jazzing-up my shoesies! :)


shoes from SOLEMATE, sm department store. for only 299.00php, it’s almost free! ๐Ÿ™‚ swarovski crystals from my OLD NECKLACE, which i don’t use because it’s too scintillating. haha! ๐Ÿ˜›

I was a bit depressed yesterday so I *half-heartedly* went to SM Manila to see if i’d be eager enough to cash-out on a pair of doll shoes. Buying something new is myTHERAPY. :P. I hopped from one shoe shop to the next, only to be disappointed by their lack-luster designs or by their cutthroat prices! I want something classy which can be worn anytime, be it in the streets or in a black-tie party, OF COURSE, without having to spend too much (I’m a TIGHTWAD!) After window-shopping on all known shoe brands, i landed at the Department Store and *eyes-sparkling* I SAW JUST WHAT I WANT! ๐Ÿ™‚ very simple yet very chic PLUS it’s almost free! PLUS PLUS PLUS i get to create my own SHOE DESIGN which MEANS that ONLY I have this design! ๐Ÿ™‚


hunchback silhouette

As I peep through the one-way-mirrored portal separating those whose bloods are pumped by their own natural veins from those whose lives are entirely dependent upon electricity, monitor-registered lines, and prayers, I saw your faded silhouette as declined as your spirit fighting for its own survival. Your silhouette alone speaks of your emotional turndown, the one which Iโ€™ll wholeheartedly give everything up if only not to see you suffering.

Hesitantly, I twisted the knob to enter your make-shift, transitory world. Instinctively, you raised your burrowed head from between your knees.ย  Our gazes instantly met just as how your pain spontaneously struck my heart- it was inevitable. Your eyes are expressions of words of pain left unsaid, the very eyes which, not so long ago, reflect but pure effervescence. Your weary face, although still beautiful, speaks of your worries and fears which none of my antics could even ease.

You are pain in its absoluteness- consuming and defeating.

I feel every cut- deep and increasingly aggravated. Your pain hurts me equally as it does to you. Thatโ€™s it, thatโ€™s just it. Your pain is my pain. Thatโ€™s it, thatโ€™s just it. My entire being is bleeding for you, with you. Thatโ€™s it, thatโ€™s just it. I feel you. I JUST feel you, but I cannot take away whatโ€™s consuming you. I could not even take away the minutest of your most infinitesimal hurt.

I could not do anything but this, I could not be anyone but me, I could not be anywhere but here.Image

Shallow Fortress

Blank stare. Blank stare. Blank stare. Physically awake. Mentally sleeping. Analytically dormant. What ever happened to you telling yourself to absorb, to internalize? What ever happened to the urge wanting to unleash from within you, desiring to play with words and thoughts?

You are a chaos. NO, not chaos. ย Chaos is disorder, but it presents a state of HAVING. Chaos is abundance of what-not. Chaos is having something to grapple.

But you, you are a PATHETIC, HOLLOW child of eve. YOU DO NOT HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE WHAT YOU DREAM OF BECOMING. You pretend to dive the depths of your being but you always fail. Because you are a pretentious fortress.


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You only seemed to be majestic, high, invincible and deep. But you are shallow and wisdom-less.

overpowered EMPOWERMENT

And then again,

for the first time in the longest time,

you made your existence felt.

You passed by me- swiftly

As if you didnโ€™t, coz I did not see you

Nor did I hold you.

Like a thief in the night,

Who just left without any sign at all,

But just like a surreptitious robber, I knew you came.

And then again,

For the first time in the longest time,

I am overpowered.

Overpowered by you-

Your superficial presence,

Your one-word blurts,

Your needs,


And then again,

For the first time in the longest time,

I am overpowered.

Overpowered by myself-

By my long-hidden emotions well-kept in the inner solace of longing and regrets,

Of bitterness and passion,

Of pain, hatred and resentment,

OF LOVE- a love purely beyond romance and passion.

And then again,

For the first time in the longest time,

I could no longer resist.

Resisting you is like trying to resist the moonโ€™s gravity,

The more I resist, the more I yield.

The more I yield, the more I am drawn closer.

And then again,

For THE LAST TIME, for the last 50 LAST TIMES,


Not because you control me,

Not because I love you and will always do,

But because I chose to.

amateur-ish poi dance

yes, i can dance, FINALLY! ๐Ÿ™‚ a lil bit of practice, and i can strut my pois. ๐Ÿ™‚ after a few sessions with Teacher Roki Ferrer of PlanetZips Philippines. I may be amateur-ish in this vid, but hell, whatever. ๐Ÿ˜› i am TOTALLY LOVING poi dancing! looking forward to my FIRST BUUUURRRN! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

manila is the new BORAAAA. :P

Imagewell well well.. accdg to my officemates, mukha raw akong poon sa suot ko. HAHA! watebberrrr. ๐Ÿ˜›

kiddingly aside, this get-up is perfect for the humid-slash-scorchingly-hot weather. ๐Ÿ™‚ never mind the glaring looks of people, or the jokes of your officemates. just pull it off confidently and i’m sure, you’re a STAR! ๐Ÿ™‚

oh wait! ๐Ÿ˜›

grayish v-neck: 168 for only 100 pesos.

long sarong: i dug it from my mom’s closet

white gladiator sandals: grendha

brown queued belt: 168 for 50 pesos

necklace, ethnic bangles: 168

peepers/shades: DKNY