Nautical Nonsense

I've always been in love with fashion. And one of the best things that ever happened in the history of fashion (well, for me) is this--

Teaser pics, lol. Striped top - 168 Mall, Sailor shorts - 168 Mall, Chunky Flipflops - Havaianas, Anchor ring - 168 Mall. They're cheap as hell, but they're precious gems you can't find on high-end malls.

Nautical. Sailor, marine, boat wear, whatever way you call it, it's always gon' be on top of my fave fashion list. I don't know where it all started, but it bloomed when... K, honesty hour. It bloomed when I learned that "le wild ex" will be going marine for college. Lol, seriously. But I really don't know, I just found these anchors, stripes, espadrilles, reds & blues, to be interesting! I mean, hello, who won't love them anyway? They're such awesome pieces to be ignored!

I do Polyvore and when I did some archiving, I figured that about 1/3 of my sets are nautical - inspired! Here, a collection inspired by my favorite theme.

Keep Calm and Dress Like a Sailor by jowidoll on polyvore.com

Oh you know, I'm not diverting this into a fashion blog or anything. I just wanted to show you the best of what he has left me. Trololol. No, but I love everything nautical and I will still be loving it even if the douchemeister has nothing to do with it anymore. Heh. xx

Who Said "Single Is Sexy"?

I can't wait to be loved.

Good morning messages, late night conversations, holding hands, cuddling, crazy photo opportunities, serenades, dance partner, Valentine's date, Mondate, Tuesdate, Wednesdate, Every date of the week, exchange gifts, anniversaries, bringing you home just to make sure you're safe, meet-the-parents moments, unexpected visits when you're sick, food delivery from your beloved delivery boy, kisses on the hand, cheeks, and "there"... God knows how I want you all so bad.

I've been single all my life-- I don't know how it feels like to be missed by that person you love, or how electrifying a kiss is. I know, I'm turning 18 soon and I'm still loveless. Just... aw. Am I not pretty enough or I just don't deserve to be loved? It's getting kind of frustrating you know. It doesn't mean that I'm rushing things though, I just want to feel that certain "spark" they've been telling me about.

I'm still okay with being single however, there are times that I feel incredibly lonely and I badly need a companion. My friends have their own lives and they're usually busy with school, I'm pretty sure that this is less important than their studies so... I just keep these things to myself. Oh, and I blog. At least. Heh, but it's still not the same if you have someone who will listen to your endless (and sometimes, senseless) rants and he'll do everything to turn your frown upside down. Wooh.

Currently, I'm still waiting for that someone and... he'll get to read this soon and tell me that "You found him! And he loves you so much. *kisses my forehead*" Argh, cheeseballs.

Not-Cool-Enough-For-Your-Party Post

Now, I could say that my Sunday is less unproductive. Check!

Back in Senior year, we were asked --no, obliged to buy v-neck shirts and have it designed for our yearbook pictorial. So yeah, there is mine, looking shitty and wasted. I grew tired of how it looks like so I trimmed its sleeves, widened its neckline, and added fringe at the bottom showing a bit of my tummy. I'm planning to add some designs so my identity won't be revealed. Hihihi. You know, the admiers and haters might hunt me down. Haha, kidding. Yay for creativity! I have no plans of wearing it outside though. Maybe if it improved, but as for now... NO. I swear, I'd look like a walking rug.

My younger cousin asked me to paint her nails, but they're too minute! So I added a bit of nail art on mine instead. Yeah, you can stop rubbing it in, I know that I'm such a great older sibling - slash - half - sister - quote - unquote. Heh. I put the designs alternately, just because! And I blurred the right thumb photo above, I put "crush"'s name there just in case you want to know why. Hah! I must be crazed enough to do that, geez.

For days, I've been teaching myself how to fishtail braid. After 9238384848348 years, voila! Ladies and gents, here's my take on the infamous braid! It's still a bit messy but... that'll do. It's easier than I thought! (Wait, woah, I tweeted that it's a lot tougher than I thought. Mehehe.) Anyway, I love it. I can't wait to try it on... if my rebond goes wrong, that's when. Ha! Take that hipsters!

I just feel like updating. You know, so you guys won't leave me. Thank you! And there's a giveaway in this post actually; that photo of my cousin trying to imitate my crush-quote-unquote. Chinky-eyed nigga, she said! Hah! I love you all.

P.S.: Random title slightly taken from all the cool kids' tweets. Hihi.

Perfection

I've been stumbling upon a lot of date-a-girl-who posts since God knows when, and it was only until now that I finally got to unearth something that is waaaayyy too appropriate for my life. Emphasis on way, 'cause it's really that relevant to my life. Boys and girls, may I present to you, Jayvee Fernandez's "Date A Girl Who Blogs".

Date a girl who blogs. Date a girl who finds solace in sharing her most private letters to the noises of the world. She has a rhythm to the writing, as the sounds — the tap-tap-tapping — are touched with every bit of emotion she can muster. She’s writing, ignoring the 9% battery warning as she tries to add a little more perspective to your world.

Date a girl who blogs. Find her that new restaurant and wait for her, patiently, as she skims through the menu, to cherish the Serifs and italics of the posh, and the Arials and doodles of the diner. Watch her order, and question the waiter, and then the head chef to hear a story you’ve never cared to hear before. You will learn. Watch her envelop her tongue at the morsel awaiting judgement, then chew, her face barely betraying a smile as she takes down notes on a torn paper napkin. She forgot her notebook. Buy her one. And seal it with the URL of your new blog.

Today she’s doing more than just writing. She’s moving the widgets, repositioning the ads and maybe doing a bit of SEO. Help her. Buy her a new domain — buy it for 3 years with a promo code — and then maybe configure a forwarding email address, because you know deep down that self-hosted email servers are a thing of the past.

Share her posts on Facebook. Like them. Create a hashtag for your affection to her and let her come to this knowledge through the Internet, but follow through in real life. Your story deserves to be written down.

Suggest her for #FollowFriday.

Go out on dates. Let her heart open up to you and digest these memories into a single post which will be remembered in the archives of our search engines. Kiss. Change your relationship status. Kiss some more. Add her friends. You now have more mutual friends. Tag your photos together. Add her on Farmville. Harvest her farm. Poke her.

You are no longer forever alone.

Marry a girl who blogs. Propose to her by making a website with animated gifs and MIDI background music; she will show you the secret journal she’s been writing for years for you, and you alone. You will find that it comes with no ads, no links, no page rank. Only her trust rank.You will be overjoyed to read the fondness she has had of you, and realize that this, and this alone is the memory she chose to keep from her readers.

Have kids with a girl who blogs. Let her post photos and status updates about your children. Share them with your friends. You will see that she has saved everything onto a USB drive and printed the most fond ones for a real family album because the grandparents are not on the Internet.

Date a girl who blogs because she will find interestingness in the most uninteresting of things. You deserve to be interesting and that this life you live, though monotonous in its day to day is the perfect testament to why she loves you.

"Awww" was my initial reaction when I finished reading this for the first time. It was just too perfect, I can't halt myself from feeling this... this inexplicable feeling I get which comes only when I'm awestruck or... inlove. God, please, I've been letting out all the heaviest sighs since You know when. I might ran out of oxygen due to the excessive perfection of this article. Whew. It must be because I could somehow relate. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I'm a good blogger though. Heh.

A blogger --she's irresistible, witty, and funny. She can transform your world from dull to technicolor just by invigorating her clinquant way with words. She can be chimerical when happy and almost suicidal when sad, but one thing's for sure --she's sincere. Listen to her when she tells you she loves you, it comes from the heart; it comes from where she gets all the strength and inspiration for all of her posts. But most of all, date a girl who blogs 'cause you'll regret nothing.