Mondays, the beach, and drawing.

So I was sitting in my office desk one day and it was one of those slow-paced Mondays.  I haven't been to the beach for almost a month and that drove me a little nuts.  Yes, I'm exaggerating.  But really, I'm missing the beach a lot and I also miss drawing.  So out popped some sketch pad and coloring pens from one of the office drawers!

Random Thoughts Friday

I thank God for beautiful mornings. (photo taken last 09.06.12 @ 5:57am)

I still love the beach even during rainy days.

I love sunsets just as much as sunrises.

I haven't gone partying inside a club for 2 months now and I am doing alright.

I hate my fair skin so I need to hit the beach asap.

Mayhem and the dancefloor.

The past days have been nothing but work. Sleep, eat, work, eat, sleep- has become a daily routine with the exception of weekends being- sleep, eat, sleep. This formula has been proven to be very effective if you're trying to get obese, not the direction that I'm going for. Since I'm too lazy to hit the gym, I've been trying to eat less. Hopefully, this will do the job. My weight, however, should be the least of my worries. Last week, mayhem hit the office when my boss asked me to join an emergency meeting along with some of my peers. Word got out about some plans of cutting the number of members in the team. I kind of saw this coming since this has always been the case since I joined the team. What I didn't see coming was the plan to cut the number of heads into half. After coming up with a back-up plan, we were told to keep our mouths shut to avoid causing panic in the team. Just like show business, people talk about other people in our office and most of the time, its nasty talk. Eventually, almost everyone in the team knew about the sad news the next day. You can pretty much predict what happened next- chaos. End of story.

On a lighter note, I finally had a chance to see one of my good friends from overseas after three years. Thanks to this little thing called webcam. I hate online chats but we chatted for 2 hours or so. Oh God we miss each other! And then I got an invitation to help her cross out one of the items in her bucket list- go to Koh Pangan's full moon party with her and party like crazy this 2012. She said all I have to worry about is getting myself a roundtrip ticket and she'll take care of the rest. I said yes to the invitation but really, there's so much to worry about than just getting a roundtrip ticket- if I can go on leave from work for a week, money for the roundtrip ticket, pocket money and passport (yes! I do not have a passport). Fingers crossed, I will be in this trip!

wore: H&M Plaid Shirt, People Are People Skinny Jeans, Vans Half Cab

Happiness is only real when shared.

I would never have thought that I would get myself inked, let alone get a tattoo on my back right on top of my spine! It’s not even like I’ve been itching to get a tattoo my whole life but just did not have the courage to or has not been allowed to. Trust me, I have high tolerance for pain so courage is out of question and parental consent has never been an issue. I’ve never been that crazy over tattoos and I have not even tried its substitute- henna. I don’t really know what came over me; I guess this is a result of my plain love for art in general. About three or four weeks ago, a good friend told me that she and the BF were planning to open a tattoo studio near the BF’s place. I felt like it was the perfect timing for me to try it out. After weeks of openly talking to my friends/officemates about my intentions of having my back inked, it finally happened last Sunday! Turns out, another friend who has been dying to get a tattoo since I-don’t-know-when, was very eager to have his ink done that weekend and insisted I tag along. I was already sure about getting a tattoo anyways so I didn’t really bitch about getting it done this soon.

Sunday felt like a movie in fast forward. I remember getting in a cab with my friend, he was telling me how nervous he was and how the day’s activity felt like going to a ghetto place to do drugs, I responded by saying that I was also nervous but I felt more like I was on my way to the dentist than doing drugs just because I’ve never been a junkie my whole life. And then fast forward- we were in a cab again, on our way home, proudly talking about how we survived getting inked, talking about the pain and pleasure, how we were both in disbelief that we finally had ourselves eternally marked. Credits roll along with the soundtrack (U2's Bloody Sunday) playing in the background of black. I wake up and it’s a Monday and I’m a little hung over. Sunday’s events begin playing in slow motion and I start filling in the gaps. Everything in between the fast-forwarded scenes is flashbacks of pain and pleasure.

My tattoo’s almost completely healed as I'm writing this and now I feel like I carry a constant reminder in my back. Right below my zodiac sign says “Happiness is only real when shared.” Yes, that’s taken from Jon Krakauer’s book, Into the Wild, which chronicles the life of the vagabond Christopher McCandless. That phrase stuck to my head after I read the book and has since become a personal mantra. I agree with the guy, unshared happiness is really not happiness at all. It’s called something else; you all know what that word is. I'm happy with how things turned out. The tattoo looks nice and I didn't have to deal with infection. I'm surprised because it healed really fast! Planning to get a tattoo soon? Please check out my friends' tattoo studio- Wicked Ink!

Location:

Wicked Ink

Urgello St.
(Across Kool Hangover formerly Jardin)

wickedink18@yahoo.com

0933-1952416

wore: Baleno V-neck Tee, Terranova Skinnies, Vans Half Cab, Rayban Wayfarers

My closet is now infested by plaid shirts!

Lookbook: Lunch with friends by theartfularcher featuring merino wool tops

Nothing much to blabber about. I just woke up from sleep and thought of posting this look in the blog. This is how you would typically see me dressed up in the office (drop the hat - i don't wear hats at all). My closet is now infested by plaid shirts!

I am addicted to plaid button-down shirts!

Lookbook: Office Geek by theartfularcher featuring canvas handbags

So I wasn't too lucky yesterday with my vintage jacket find but I was lucky in another piece of clothing. Honestly, I wasn't that ready to wear a denim jacket just yet, after all, summer's fast approaching. My everyday number consists of plaid button-down shirt, white v-neck tee, skinny pants and sneakers. Occassionally I'd top these with my ever-reliable (the office gets crazy cold at times) but stylish cardigans. I have this addiction to plaid button-down shirts. So even before I spotted that jacket, I already bought two of them. They were a little pricey for vintage but they looked brand new. Can't wait to show them off!