REVIEW: innisfree capsule recipe pack

I have been going home lately every weekend. I’d be out drinking with friends and/or just go around the Metro and eat midnight snacks. Safe to say, I’d be on my bed early in the morning, just before the sun rises.

Before adopting a comprehensive skincare routine, my bad weekend habit would leave my face dull, too dry and as a result, rough. It’s an upsetting problem, especially when I devote a great amount of time to cleanse, tone, serum, eye cream and moisturize even when it’s 4:30 in the morning. Thankfully, I was able to find a solution, and really, by pure chance.

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REVIEW: innisfree capsule recipe pack

just one bottle

Tonight. Just one bottle. 

Because, yes, you’re coughing, and you have a headache. And sleeping it off is too sloth-like. Because staying in for someone not so well is too mainstream. Because you need one. Just one. For sanity.

My thumbs are jumping on the screen of my phone, yes, still with the cracks on the upper-right area while I am surrounded by people chatting. Dancing. Singing. I’m in some corner. Silently making sense of everything. Everything happening in life. Right now. With a bottle just a few centimeters away from me. Sigh. It doesn’t make sense.

I ask myself how I found myself in this same position. The same predicament. The same agony. The same place. After walking away. Who knows, really. Probably the Big Guy. Probably. But, I don’t know. It’s as if the Universe is mocking me somehow. Or not. Maybe, karma. And for the lack of anyone or anything to blame, I put the burden on karma. 

Dare I find some resolution… but, I doubt it. I doubt I will find it anytime soon. I doubt I will find it here. Worst, I fear I might not find it. But, the show must go on. Life has to go on. And so should I. So should I.

Halfway through this bottle. I see them looking at me. Their smirks. Their smiles. Their stares. My all black outfit. 

Where we are headed, I don’t know. Different directions, obviously. Some are staying still. A few, rather. A few. Not even a handful. Just a few. The most upsetting thing? We are all lost. Someway, somehow. Lost. Lost kids, we are.

And I hate being lost. I hate it. That’s why I’ll move. Where? Somewhere. Somewhere unfamiliar yet somewhere known. Comfortable but beyond the edges. 

I am ready. Again.

just one bottle

This is where I breathe

Have you ever brewed yourself a cup of coffee, and because of all the crazies in life you forget that you actually made coffee for yourself, then when you come back for it you think that it’s not too hot anymore so you confidently drink then you burn your tongue by accident and out of shock you drop the mug and you break it? No? Thought so.

Well, it’s something that has happened to me, and whenever that thought visits me, or when I visit that thought, I laugh at it. It’s always an interesting story to tell. Well, not really. It’s admittedly quite frustrating.

The idea that you burned your tongue and have left yourself incapable of being able to taste, and appreciate flavors. Breaking one of your favorite mugs, and you know fully well that you can’t just piece all the parts together. It’s not the same anymore!! Not to mention, the fact that you just wasted a cup of good brewed coffee.

But, this is where I breathe. Even for just a bit. This is the only half-breath I could take. I may not deserve it, but I’m taking it. I’m fucking taking this time to breathe.

This is where I breathe

Declutter. Tidy Up. Detox.

“When you’re in between [jobs], you have to declutter. Organize your files, and throw away some items whether or not they were related to your previous company. You have to tidy up.”

That’s essentially what an aunt of mine told me last Friday—the day after my last day with my previous company. Now, I am not sure if she picked it up from Marie Kondo (and I am not claiming I have read her works to be familiar with her philosophies), but to a great extent, she made sense. A lot of it.

When a few friends of mine found out I was leaving, they told me to have a vacation. Have a retreat. Just get away from this city. And it was tempting, specially that I have a brother living in Singapore so I need not fret about burning cash when it comes to accommodations. My mother also even said that maybe we could go to her home province, and it makes sense I think. It has been more than decade since we’ve last been there, I believe. Continue reading “Declutter. Tidy Up. Detox.”

Declutter. Tidy Up. Detox.

Three Years as a Public Relations Professional

Yes, you read it correctly. It has been three years since I began my career as a Public Relations Professional. Today in 2013, the day after Labor Day, I started working almost non-stop in this demanding yet fulfilling field, with only April 2013 as my only break. Crazy, right?

The life before this

In college I distinctly remember being assertive that the life in Advertising and Digital was for me. I even recall spending one whole Saturday with a few blockmates in Freshman year attending a digital seminar hosted by AIESEC. It was there when I first became acquainted to Carlo Ople and Laica Turingan (who eventually became a colleague 4 years later aka 2013), among others.

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The songs which help me get by

I have often created playlists, as early as in High School. In many ways, I have convinced myself that if I lived in the USA, I would have been one of those people who would make mixtapes and share them with friends. Alas, I am just some guy living in the Philippines.

The past couple of weeks have been eventful, in many ways. On one hand, I have made life decisions due to  my “Quarter-Life Crisis Part 2”, more on that when I’ve definitely crossed the bridge. On the other, well, just more decisions to make this seemingly bleak life be more interesting. But, in between crossing roads, and the fine line moments between insanity and zen, I get by with a couple of private Spotify playlists I have created with songs which seem just perfect for those life scenes when you’re looking outside the window, or when you’re seated in a café, or just lying down on your bed.

1. Yellow by Coldplay

“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do, yeah, they were all yellow.”

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The songs which help me get by

First Look: Passion by Gérard Dubois in Manila

During one of my Morning walks last week, I came across what seemed to be a new coffee shop named Passion by Gérard Dubois. I was curious, and I wanted to enter. However, I saw a sign which said that the restaurant was  still on some dry run, so I just took a video on Snapchat, then continued on with my walk. Gotta hit 10,000 steps a day after all! I was talking to my colleague about it, and we came back the day after.

Passion by Gérard Dubois wasn’t just a coffee shop, as I had initially thought. It’s a full blown café which offers a wide variety of savory and sweet food, ranging from pizza, casserole, salad, sandwiches, gelato, macarons, and so much more. A lot more! I haven’t been to Hong Kong in ages (I was supposed to last year for my birthday, but work prevented me from going. Still sad that I had to cancel my birthday trip. I digress.) so I wouldn’t have known that this is not a new concept whatsoever. This is the sixth branch of the brainchild of Dubois, the other five being located in Hong Kong and China.

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First Look: Passion by Gérard Dubois in Manila