Say hello to another side of me

The past few days had been a painful roller coaster ride. I had to swallow a lot of bitter pills for me to finally learn.

Thing is...It's not a matter of ideology, it's a matter of responsibility.

Bummer, right? :(

Karma's biting my ass back:

1. I woke up too late for NSTP.

2. I locked myself out--long story.

3. I had to break my lock.

4. I happened to wear bloodstained pants today.

Ooh La La

Talulah is on StyleBible.ph!!! Check it out!

It's RAINING

This is insane!!!

Earlier the weather was scorching--which was natural, because it's the dry season here in the Philippines.

But just around half an hour ago, it started raining really really really hard! And it hasn't stopped until now. Grabe, that's seriously screwed up.

Ladidadada.

Nothing.

Dries Dries

Currently, I'm obsessing over Dries Van Noten's collections. For two seasons now, I've been fascinated by his designs. The patterns were minimalistic, but the idea was brilliant. The fabric and execution, the strategic draping.

I love.

Let's take it slow

If fashion had a zodiac sign, it would be Gemini.

No, I'm not trying to correlate this to my self, but I'm just saying that it can be as mercurial as a Gemini. Fickle, bordering to indecisive too. But that's fashion, the industry.

But knowing this, I'm not in a hurry. I'm starting early but I'm not competing with anybody else but myself. I want to learn all the rules and the ins and outs before I go play the Big League. I'm inspired but I'm letting all my ideas boil in me.

Of all the things that I put out, I don't like half-baked ideas. I may think quickly, but sometimes, you really just need to let it stew in a crockpot, you know?

There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven---Ecclesiastes 3:1

Croquembouche

Many may argue, but I say that Beard Papa produces the best cream puff on earth. The size is generous and the crunch of the choux pastry is a lovely contrast to the delicate vanilla-bean cream.

Cream puffs make me do my happy face, which could be roughly translated as ^___^ if net-speaking.

French Macarons

When I say macarons, most people start thinking that I am mispronouncing a dingy little coconut-sprinkled cupcake.

I digress. I say macarons because I am not talking about macaroons. Much as I love the flavor of coconut, macaroons do not appeal to me.

Now when I talk about macarons and go dreamy-eyed, I am most probably, if not certainly, talking about French macarons. Good macarons are admittedly difficult to find. My go-to place for these here in Manila is Bizu. They have a permittably wide range of flavors--I think they even have rose macarons with chocolate-hazelnut spread in between.

Heaven.

Plus, it's such a girly girly food! And it's something you have to take time devouring. Each bite will fill your mouth with happiness. I. Swear.

Candid

This is such a painful photo to look at. Mainly because even during her downtime, Grace Kelly looks so pristine and beautiful. Everything looks so perfect without looking too posed.

When I grow up

Call me shallow, but had I seen the new Miss Dior Cherie TV merch plug when I was eight, I'd have thought I'd grow up to be Miss Dior Cherie herself.

It's been a while

For the nth time ever, I'm blogging.

Mental note: Do. Not. Delete. This. Blog.

Actually, this blog had been up for ages and it is only now that I am filling it out and making it public. For quite a while now, I have not been blogging publicly. Only because I was in stuck in a chasm.

The last decent blog I probably had was in my defunct 1689, which was in Blogdrive. Three years ago, yeah?

So it's safe to say that it's been a while. And I'm starting out from scratch. Like I have the time. LOL. But hey whatever. This is supposed to be productive and therapeutic somehow.

I miss blogging deep shit about my life. :)

I KNOW, RIGHT?

However, I do have a Multiply site which has been dead for a while. And instead of bugging my contacts with the incessant flow of posts there, I shall post here where everyone could pour their hearts out.