tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84772284070998482512024-03-14T11:45:18.999+08:00SARTORIAL LUNGSJehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-2357005120998153522013-10-08T18:22:00.001+08:002013-11-11T20:14:05.009+08:00NOTES No. 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I hope that when you look at the blue, <br />
early morning sky overhead, <br />
you'll see the glowing promise that the stars <br />
have left for you overnight.<br />
I hope that when you are in a car <br />
or a train or bus, you will feel <br />
that you are in transit,<br />
going places; <br />
because please believe me <br />
when I say that you are.<br />
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When all the lights are out <br />
and your eyes can barely see anything, <br />
I hope that you will not be <br />
so easily frightened <br />
and will be able to find <br />
comfort in the darkness, <br />
and solace in its embrace.<br />
And in the silence, I hope <br />
that you will not only hear <br />
the absence of noise, <br />
but also the presence <br />
of your heart in your chest,<br />
alive, and <br />
drumming the beat of your life.<br />
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We all have paths laid before us; <br />
roads that will lead us to that somewhere<br />
where we need to be. <br />
But there are also some <br />
of us who stray away <br />
from this path and make our own. <br />
Our hearts may drum the beat of our life, <br />
but it is up to us to either <br />
just sit and listen or <br />
stand up and dance to the music.</div>
Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-42431103295912488512013-04-24T12:29:00.001+08:002013-04-24T12:29:16.561+08:00HAUL No. 7 Pt. II<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Sometimes I wonder, why can it be so difficult for us to move on from something that was never even there in the first place? There are moments in our lives wherein we realize that we've invested too much feelings and too much of our affections on somebody who was never going to do the same for us. No matter what we do, and no matter how much we try to flush these feelings out, they still remain, like a stomach ache that resulted from one too many drinks and bites of food at someone's eighteenth birthday party; and then we find ourselves sitting on a chair taking in the things happening within and around us, waiting for the bad feeling to expire. But trust me when I say that it doesn't take forever for the pain to evaporate.Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-55154922214072764942013-04-13T15:32:00.000+08:002013-04-13T15:36:45.701+08:00CLARITY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been a pretty long while since my last post here, and a handful of unforgettable events have taken place in my life since then. For instance, I recently just graduated from high school a week or two ago; it actually sort of feels almost nostalgic now as I think of it and try to relive the feeling of walking on stage, taking a bow in front of all of my batch-mates their parents as well as mine, and our teachers and staff, and shaking hands with the school's president as I get a hold of my diploma after thirteen years of studying at that school of mine. And as much as I'd want to rewind my life and go back to that day, reality tells me that I can't, no matter how much my heart would want to. Right now I've been bumming my summer vacation away. Most of my days are spent at home, like most of my other summers. To be honest, I don't really enjoy spending it this way; a lot of times I can't help but wish I was near the sea, on the beach soaking up the tropical sun. But again, as much as my heart would want to be with the ocean at this moment, reality says that I can't.Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-82750066560450136872013-03-08T08:06:00.002+08:002013-04-03T17:52:01.069+08:00HULING SAYAW<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I stroll down the hallways, imagining it all going down in slow-motion as if my life were an indie film, trying to get a good look at everything with the early morning sunlight illuminating my vision, and I see bits and pieces of the past thirteen years of my life flashing before my eyes. Splinters of young and faraway memories piercing me through the surface and making me bleed nostalgia. "All those years flew by pretty fast", he said to himself. And to think that just a couple of weeks ago, I wished for it all to end right then and there. In that moment, I guess the stress of all the work that had to be done got to me, but now it's inevitably come to the end; it's real. But what a thrilling, unforgettable roller-coaster ride this reality has been to me.<br />
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It was a few days after Christmas day, I was in the mall with my cousin and my sisters, and as I was about to leave my favorite store, my eyes laid on this beauty of a bag. It was a love affair set in the stars, and the rest, as they say, is history. This brown (faux) leather rucksack is my favorite bag as of the moment, and it'll be in an outfit post soon!Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-38688105238694214672013-01-18T20:05:00.001+08:002013-01-18T20:05:30.347+08:00TRAVELS IN FILM<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Wanderlust is a word which here means the desire to travel, and see the world-- the longing to explore places that we've never been to, and bask in their overwhelming beauty. It irks me sometimes knowing that while I'm waiting for the bus, or copying notes from class lectures, or helplessly trying to solve a Pre-Calculus problem, paradise is out there waiting for me. I'm pretty sure that the Great Perhaps isn't within the four corners of any classroom, or chemistry lab; wherever it is, it's out there somewhere, and it's waiting for you, and me, and everyone else; all we have to do is muster enough courage and search for it.Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-25868384432188487652013-01-06T08:44:00.000+08:002013-01-06T08:44:07.112+08:00BAMBI<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Correct me if I'm wrong, but some of the things that we treasure in life the most aren't actually things. And one of those invaluable treasures that we keep closest to our slowly-beating hearts in the dead of night as we try our best and escape into sleep from the reality of tomorrow, or in the early morning as we wake up unexpectedly to the vicious sound of birds chirping on a tree right beside your window, are memories-- fragments of both good days, and bad days, and boring days, and happy and sad days, that our minds cannot help but remembering. We may not be able to (physically) see or touch these memories, but they can be as personally powerful as power itself. They are the reason why we start to tear up one afternoon, lying in bed, and staring at the ceiling; they are responsible for that small smile that gradually creeps on our lips as we make our way to our next class; and they can ignite a change of heart just by suddenly flashing before our very eyes. They conjure up, and make us relive the visceral feelings of the days, and moments of the past that are never ever going to come back. These memories, these fragments of light, are the reason why some of us still choose to keep breathing because they are the only things that we have left to hold on to. Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-39293609276687824872013-01-01T11:00:00.004+08:002013-01-01T11:00:56.634+08:00CITY OF PINES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The cool mountain air, and the sudden scent of pine that whips at your nose when you roll the windows down as the vehicle passes through the twists and turns on the road-- these are the things I miss the most about Baguio. You're in the woods with the grass and the earth beneath your your feet, you look up, and you see the sunlight filtering in through the trees stitched with the patches of blue from the sky, and you start to realize that what's meant to be will be no matter how you try and change it. I don't know, I guess maybe that's just me. I've sort of always had an attachment to that place-- you can feel the presence of tranquility even in the midst of the bustling crowds; it's the feeling of being on top of a mountain, being above the greater chaos. Those photos above were taken from a couple of weeks back, and just eleven hours ago one year went up in flames, and another was born from the ashes. It is incredibly surprising sometimes how fast time can be. Maybe one day, without really noticing it, the lives we live at this very moment will become nostalgic to us.Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-81737781202737495722012-12-27T19:49:00.002+08:002012-12-27T19:49:55.479+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oftentimes I find myself choking in the hands of my current situation.
Unbearable is the word I'm searching for, I think. My lungs gasp for air as I suffocate on the indefinite sadness that lurks inside of me; the kind of sadness that's always even just a tad bit traceable no matter how hard you try to flush it out of your bloodstream. I've got to breakaway, I know. It's always been in the back of my mind. But that day's got to wait. For now, all I need to do
is be patient, to nurture and let my strength grow. "One day", I keep whispering to myself,
"one day"; those words reverberate through the shards of hope embedded within my soul that keep the flame from going out. Though somehow, at times, it might seem to me that I've got everything planned out, the truth is that only the beloved can truly tell. Only those who
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All of that aside, three-hundred-and-sixty-five days back was when I first settled into this place. It did take a little getting used to, but I think I'm quite at-home now here. Honestly, it completely surprises me that a full year has already gone by since I started blogging here, and I just want to thank you who is reading this right now for the support that you have given just by paying this blog a visit. Happy Holidays, and cheers to (hopefully) another year of <i>Sartorial Lungs</i>!Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-60805699735329317722012-11-24T09:03:00.001+08:002012-11-24T09:03:08.334+08:00THE LION CITY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was just a few weeks back when I had the pleasure to be amongst the clouds, and closer to the sun, on a plane to Singapore. The trip didn't come without nostalgia, as I'd already been there before. There was a certain familiarity in being there, and I liked it-- the familiar heat, the familiar rush that goes with crossing the busy streets, and of course, the familiar sights. Somehow it sort of didn't feel like I was a tourist anymore. Rather, it simply felt as if I'd bumped into a good friend that I haven't seen in a while, and we just picked up where we left off. You realize that nothing much has really changed, and that they're still the person that you knew a year before.Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-61639107727271374482012-10-30T10:06:00.001+08:002012-10-30T10:06:57.648+08:00HAUL No. 6 (SINGAPORE)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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There's something about having new clothes that I'm sure every one of us experiences. It rushes through our heads, and bloodstreams as we stand at the counter of the store; the delight that overcomes us helplessly translating onto our faces even as we try and hold it back. A wisp of a smile plays on our lips because in our heart of hearts we know that we got exactly what we wanted. Well, I guess that's how I somehow felt a week ago as I was walking up and down Orchard Road, shopping with my mum. We took step after step, carrying a couple of plastic bags in our hands with the heat of the Singapore sun beaming from above. Yes, we grew hot, and tired, and our feet hurt, but we those things didn't faze us. It was great to be back. Though I missed quite a bit of schoolwork because of the trip (which I'll have to pay for this term break), it was definitely worth every second.Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-9055646638022493112012-10-22T09:59:00.000+08:002012-10-22T09:59:00.528+08:00NEW LEATHER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Two items I purchased a couple of weeks back when I visited the newest Forever 21 store here in Metro Manila.Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-29554674395902410002012-09-05T15:36:00.001+08:002012-09-05T15:36:56.391+08:00THE LOCAL "SHOPPER" PROJECT<br />
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THE LOCAL "SHOPPER" PROJECT is a little thing that I decided to launch with this latest look of mine. I'd been thinking a bit about starting the project, and I guess I went ahead and followed through. The idea just popped out from the blue and into my mind when a <i>bayong</i> lying around the house caught my eye. It'd be great, I thought, if there were a rising movement that promoted a new trend of using an indigenous bag that would popularize even just a pinch of Philippine culture. A <i>bayong</i> is a durable, local/indigenous bag woven out of palm leaves (I think), and is mostly used as a sort of shopping bag (specially in wet markets where people buy different types of produce and ingredients for cooking like, fruits, vegetables, meat, etc.)-- hence the name "the local 'shopper'". The project is meant to urge Filipino bloggers to take the humble<i> bayong</i> bag, and use it as if it were a regular, ordinary bag, as well as to incorporate it in a "look". Fingers crossed, I really hope that this project catches on; it doesn't have to spread like wildfire; I just hope it ignites a spark-- a spark of appreciation for local products, and culture.Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-26416865044588831192012-08-27T09:25:00.001+08:002012-08-27T09:25:50.507+08:00IN TOWN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-33316215882501252842012-08-18T09:40:00.001+08:002012-08-18T16:36:11.138+08:00DIY PROJECT No. 3: BLEACHING<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Unfortunately, the result you see above isn't what those pair of shorts look like at this moment. Someday, when the planets align, I'll give it my best and try to recreate that exact same color of pink on those exact same pair of shorts. I thought I already had it, but it faded away just like that tinge of infatuation that rushes through each and every one of us whenever we pass by the apples of our eyes. It was my fault. Over-thinking really can do horrible things, trust me. So when you find yourself in a place that is exactly what you've been searching for, set all of those thoughts free, and just live in the moment; cherish it as if it were a little child you cradle in your arms, because in a blink of an eye, that child would have grown up to be a fine young man or woman who would be ready to leave, and go out, and explore the beautiful world that he/she had been born in. Someday, I promise I will get that exact same color of pink back onto those exact same pair of shorts.Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-28510983276524376172012-08-06T16:12:00.000+08:002012-08-06T16:12:01.822+08:00HAUL No. 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few weeks back, I got the opportunity to pay the very first UNIQLO store here in Manila a visit. Even from afar, I already started trying to take photos of the huge store. When I took my first steps in UNIQLO, a certain familiarity hit me. The feel of the place really reminded me of MUJI. There's no doubt that both of them exude the minimalist, Japanese flavor that a lot of us have come to adopt, and love, and make our own.<br />
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At this very moment as I type this, the sky is weeping rather fondly, as if it has bottled-up all the emotions that are bothering it, and couldn't hold it any farther, and has since released them in the form of tears since yesterday morning. The droplets of water fall against the windows that surround me, and like stars, create nebulae and galaxies that we can only dream to behold, and explore with our own eyes and bodies. The sun, with its blazing glory, is nowhere in sight, and the trees outside dance to the tune of the gusts of wind; sweater weather, you might call it. I'd say it's a rather gloomy time here when the typhoons knock on our doors; well at least for me it is, so I try to make it feel as if the sun has suddenly reappeared, and play songs that remind me of summer and all the things that go with it. Just because the rains a' coming, doesn't mean that the sun can't stay with you a little longer than it should.
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maybe not all the time, but a lot of times when it comes to DIY-ing.
It's about taking an article of clothing that you own that's possibly
plain, old, sad, or ordinary, and turning it into something that'll put a
smile on your face every time you wear it because you feel really happy
with how it came out and you're proud to actually wear something that
you "made" with your own two hands. Trust me when I say that it's
genuinely fulfilling to venture into a little DIY-ing, even if you're
only doing it just for fun, or whatever reason you might conjure up from the deep abyss of your head; it doesn't matter. What does matter is that you let creativity grow in the process.<br />
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Step 1: Grab the materials you'll need: dyes of your desired color, something you'd want to dip-dye (like say in my case, a short-sleeved button-down shirt), and of course a wash basin to do the dyeing in.<br />
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Step 2: Heat up some water to a boil, pour it into your wash basin, aquarium, or pot of choice, then add the dye. (Note of the instructions of the dye that you have because I'm not entirely sure if all dyes have the same instructions)<br />
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Step 3: Partially submerge your material of choice and keep doing so until you've achieved your desired look. Rinse, and ring well, then hang it out in the sun to dry. (Note that clothes are always darker when wet, so expect the color to lighten when your dyed material dries-up)Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-27876562776513108102012-06-26T18:04:00.001+08:002012-06-29T17:58:16.493+08:00HAUL No. 3, Pt. II<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This beautiful, brown leather satchel was courtesy of my mum; she allowed me to get it because I needed a new bag for the new school year. To be honest though, I wasn't all too crazy about it the first time my eyes caught sight of it sitting on a shelf in the menswear section inside <i>Rustan's</i>. But it grew on me, I have to say; like a rose it blossomed in my thoughts, and I eventually realized its beauty, and fell in-love with it. It also reminds me a tad bit of Proenza Schouler's PS1 Satchel, which made me love it even more than I did before. We are now as one, and at the moment, I use it almost everyday for school.<br />
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As you've probably figured out (haha if it isn't obvious enough), this is the second part of <i>HAUL No. 3</i>. And as I mentioned in my previous post, classes have already started for me, and I'm now journeying through my last year of high school. Sentimentality strikes me with its fists every so often when I think about this, when I ponder on the fact that this senior year is my last in the school that I grew up in. Thirteen years I have spent in that school of mine, with the same people, and the same faces, and in a short while we'll all have to move on and say goodbye to the once familiar campus that we so fondly spent part of our childhood in. At times, I just want it all to end; to vanish before my very eyes and simply transform into memories that I'll find in the corners of my head. But I know, I know that when that time does arrive, when I finally have to bid farewell to it all, I know that I wouldn't want it to end for the world.Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-41609776197327126182012-06-19T18:08:00.001+08:002012-06-19T18:14:19.110+08:00SO SHUT YOUR EYES AND BURN THE PAST"So shut your eyes and burn the past", is what I've been trying to do
these days. To set fire to the misfortunes that have gone by, and also
to focus on what's going to happen today, at this very moment. And after
we've burned those misfortunes, we have to build up the strength to
collect the ashes and release them at sea, as if they were the remains
of a deceased loved one. If you feel even a hint of hesitation, cast it
aside at once, and get on with it. Because sometimes, it really is for
the best that we move on. When a new beginning knocks at your door, you welcome it with open arms, and try to embrace it even though it might be a struggle to do so.<br />
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As for the outfit, I chose to go with something simple; it's just a combination of a button-down shirt, a knitted jumper, and a pair of chinos. But the addition of the sunglasses, the baseball cap, and the tasseled leather shoes, creates for a more appealing look, at least for me. The baseball cap, in particular, is what I hope is the highlight of this outfit. You could say that I sort of tried to be more adventurous with the use of the cap, since most, if not all of my looks are usually topped-off with a fedora. I think that the denim baseball cap definitely adds a touch of sportiness to this look, which usually is lacking in my outfits. Expect that I'll be sporting (see what I did there) the <i>New Era</i> cap in more looks to come. On another note, I'm also wearing the one and only pair of sunnies that I have. Okay, well they're not the only pair that I own, but really, all the other ones that I do have, aren't exactly to my liking anymore. Thank goodness that versatility's there to be a friend when we're in need.<br />
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Oh, and if you haven't yet guessed, "back to school" is now a reality for me. Classes had already started about a week ago, and it's now devouring most of the hours I've left in a day after I wake up from precious slumber. I apologize, and I'm sorry to say, that I will now have less time to blog (as exhibited by the ten, lonely days that have gone by since my last update). Rest assured, though, that I will not abandon this ship and let it be swallowed into the depths of the blogosphere's non-existent ocean.You can count on me for that!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A luxury/paisley print shirt from local brand, "Solo"; </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A back issue (January 2012) of Nylon Guys, and a patterned shirt from the dept. store;</td></tr>
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That particular day was a sort of adventure for me. A slight feeling of spontaneity sparked up inside myself, and soon created a flame that eventually spread like wildfire through the forest that is my consciousness. I'd been thinking about it for quite a while, but never got myself to actually do it until that day. I told myself that it was "now or never", and I knew that I would regret it if I didn't, so I went. For the first time, I ventured out alone, into the outside world to go to a nearby mall. I had nobody to bring me there, I couldn't yet drive myself, and we didn't have a driver. So I did what everyone else did who was stuck in similar circumstances-- I commuted. All I had to do was take a jeepney to the mall once I was at the entrance of my village. I'd done it before, but with some company; and yes, that does make a difference. Or so I thought it would. Surprisingly, but not too surprisingly, the commute was kind of a cakewalk. As I was inside the jeepney, to tell you the truth, it was really tempting to observe the people sitting next to me, sitting around me; but I considered that staring at them might've been rude, so I just put it off. And as I crept out of the vehicle, out into the harsh sun, and entered the mall, I felt a tad bit more independent than I did before. A couple hours was all I spent roaming around and searching for items, but that was more than enough to satisfy me. When I arrived back home, it felt like something of an accomplishment for me, the whole experience. It made me want to smile, even though on the way back, the sky started weeping, and rain fell from the sky, and basically drenched me from head-to-toe because I hesitated and failed to bring an umbrella with me. But I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all, and it felt great not having to.Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477228407099848251.post-57693068998509865712012-06-04T10:55:00.003+08:002012-06-07T09:05:15.939+08:00WON'T YOU COME SEE ME, QUEEN JANE?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thrifted Coat, Floral-printed Shirt from Topman, Carrot-fit Trousers from Topman;</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hat from Onesimus, Suspenders from Hicock, Tasseled Shoes from Aldo;</td></tr>
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A coat, whatever kind of coat it may be, surely would not be something you'd wear all the time here in Manila; particularly if it were one of those hot, summer days. But I guess the infatuation that I have with wearing coats got to me that day; wrapping its arms around me like a dear friend would after not seeing each other for quite a while. I think I'm actually getting used to braving the heat to shoot these looks of mine, or rather, I hope I am. There are some things we can just hope to change, change to suit our preferences. If the temperatures here in the Metro dropped some ten to fifteen degrees, I probably would be dreaming. My hopes for cooler days here aside, I do believe that the coat I'm sporting really pulled the whole thing together; its dark, navy-blue color complements the sort of camel color my trousers have nicely. The crisp, floral printed shirt, I think, makes the look a lot more interesting as well. Prints definitely can give that sort of "pizazz" to your outfit; you can never go wrong with them, you just have to choose the right ones. As of late, I've been growing fonder and fonder of "luxury" prints (I hope you know what I'm referring to), and was lucky enough to have purchased a piece from a local brand that somehow satisfied that lust. Can't wait to show it to you guys! Oh, and before I forget, the title's from a glorious song called "Queen Jane Approximately" by Bob Dylan, which I discovered from watching <i>The Dreamers</i> (the song was played after the part where they ran through <i>The Louvre</i>). Everyone should listen to it.Jehan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220157585271077017noreply@blogger.com1