How Many Times Do We Have To Lose Ourselves In A Lifetime? How Far Do We Tolerate The Lesser Love We

How many times do we have to lose ourselves in a lifetime? How far do we tolerate the lesser love we don't deserve? How often do we find ourselves not living the now? How rarely do we kiss the ones we adore the most? How much are we willing to do to take care of the lonesome? How greatly do we disregard the effect of a healthy affection?

How...... *infinite questions to shake us up if we're living this right*

Summer 2018.

I’ve been around this company (Sip And Gogh - Alabang) for a year now. Have I been enjoying the perks that comes with it + ofcourse, with great artists/good people as colleagues.

We went to Nasugbu, Batangas.

As expected, there were many vacationists, but that did not stop us from experiencing all the fun we could get. Considered as a treat, grateful for another day away from work!

What I like most about my co-artists is how we all blend well together despite the human differences. I’ve been with most of them for a year and we’re all equally cray the same way. 

We played cards and dare!

Our inner five-year old adrenaline rush were all awakened!!!

We had to swim far from the shore to get to the huge inflatables, t’was a bit of a challenge because we need to walk on a wobbly and bouncy surface so all the others did was scream and laugh ‘til they run out of energy.

We were in a terrible hype but yet again, it was epic.

Bohemian approach feels because I’ve always wanted that look. It went double fun because we were all so game at everything. I believe we took way too many photos whilst enjoying the said trip.

Couldn’t do an all out bikini due to my conservative kuno reasons. Lol jk, I got me several shots that I posted in my other socmed accounts, we brought extra clothes to play along with different scenery. It took me a lot of guts to do so and I really enjoyed it! :----)

Ang art-eh!

Kudos to these two super fashyown co-artists, Jake & Aaron!

Cheers to more wicked summers!

Thank you, Canyon Cove!

March Madness

• Nonstop gallery sneak ins.

I have not done a lot of planned visits to far off museums or shows lately but I do make sure I get to see the ones that are near my area.

• Cover after cover.

Exercising my strong guts to get this going. I’ve been hanging out and meeting a lot of people who inspire me to keep on writing even on my slightly dead days.

• 2 - 6 - 26

Celebrated with my closest ka-birthmonths! Still, I find it weird that our days of birth on March are synced in numbers. Oddly fascinating.

• Flora from a Flores boy.

Secretly giddy over 15th. Yay!

There are days I like my life in order. Never wanted it too fancy or unrealistic. I have my moments where I am craving for organized and serene. There are times, I wake up wishing I'm snuggling next to someone warm and only worry about what's good for breakfast. There are times, I wanna ride my bike alone and feel the breeze of a good location where one could be free and not be slaved down by the system. I can't wait to feel life more in the next days, this intense love to fix what I think is wrong is so strong, I think it's going to work. I hope.

What’s your fashion style? And how do you feel about it? Did someone already tell you that you’re baduy/maporma?

Not really living/following the trend life so I’m not sure if that’s considered baduy? To me, atleast, it’s not. If I’d categorize what’s appealing to me in terms of style though. I like the in betweens of having the french look, which is usually laid-back lang and the boho type get up. Overall, I Iike the comfy look I guess.

Combat boots over heels type.

Oh,

Ain’t I a bit too late to even write about anything 2017. Maybe I am? It took me awhile to decide if I still have to or actually grasp what’s the point of it all. But heck right? Here I am tapping the keyboard again, thinking of what to say, preparing to be vulnerable through blogging because I swore to never blog/write/do anything half-heartedly so I’m letting my mind wander to plainly gather the most genuine (sabaw actually) thoughts, realizations and stories despite believing now I don’t owe the world an explanation about my life. Lol, okay. Sorry, classic Porshe’s kicking unprepared butts and scaring strangers. Don’t get me wrong. Honey, you’re still welcome here.

Starting this roll by compiling all the impact of last year that’ll probably remain long enough with me or, okay, stop, let’s be semi-real here, I might be writing again because I would one day be pleased to go back five years from now and reflect (or laugh) at this, like I always do when I backread my own.

Can’t promise a clear direction of thoughts. Alright? But, I swear I typed this through in real time.

 Take it as it is.

“Ano meaning ng tattoo mo?” “Walang meaning. May mga bagay na walang meaning.”

Right? Right? We put so much effort in understanding the simplest things thinking it has another message. But, no. I guess we’re forgetting that maybe it is what it is and we gotta accept the fact sometimes the signs, timing or anything that is there has no need for more romanticizing. It’s so nice to feel all magical ok (Dude, I know the feels I like it) and bet as if the universe is always on our side. No, maybe we gotta take what’s in front of us as what it is and wash away all what isn’t really there (or not anymore) to begin with. Am I making any sense? I don’t know, I’m talking to myself.

Embrace your pain then let that shit go.

We’ve all been bruised badly. I get it. You get it. We all get it.

Now, let’s get this over with.

Define, redefine.

Space for self-growth is limitless, don’t let anybody (not even yourself) tell you otherwise. Discover. Define who you are, redefine infinitely.

Human combinations.

We are somehow always a portion of anybody. We are not born original, if we base it in the bible? We’re all equal in the hands of the creator. If we base it in this witty universe? All of us are tainted partially by strangers, people we bump into, celebrities we hate, drifted lovers or your annoying friend. We may be different in a lot of ways but really, if you think about it, we’re all the same. We’re all one big blob of walking protein.

Don’t feel so entitled thinking that you’re *too* unique.

*Snap snap* jsyk, 

*pops the bubble of delusion*

Good love.

You should know how it looks like when it’s right in the corner of your eye smiling like a lunatic waiting for the right attention. You ready for the pain? Let me risk it all with you.

Smiling, sad people.

“I want to die.”

Happy sacks above the heads carrying the I’m-ok game. No affection can stop the thoughts, take off the sack, I’ll stay right by your side.

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