Showing posts with label styling stints. Show all posts
Showing posts with label styling stints. Show all posts

7.05.2011

Pillows.

DISCLAIMER: This is NOT meant for anyone. The rain, the portico, the pillow-issue and the pretty girl in front of me just made a conducive mood for a cute(?!!!?) and nice(?:P) post like this.  

You make me think of pillows.
And yes, if I try, I could imagine an entire conversation with you.
 It would probably include references to shagging, nursing, people we both know, people we'd rather not know, food - anything under the sun, really - we both tend to be unorthodox anyway. 
Then you'd try to taunt me, and I'd find myself wishing for a pillow so I could hit you with it.

That's usually why you make me think of pillows. I want to - need to - hit you, but I know I can't hurt you. I can't, in the same way that I won't cut my head off on purpose. I just can't.
Maybe that's when I know I care. 
Anyway.

Sometimes, when you're all sad and emo and Dear World WHY, you make me think of pillows
I find myself looking for a pillow because I want to squish you until you're all better. 
A pillow's nearer, and yes, even though I know that squishing a pillow won't help you in any way, I still need to find one.

Maybe it's as much of a need to comfort you and squish you as it is of a need to be there for you all the time. I don't know, really. And I don't care anymore.
Because sometimes, you're my pillow. When I need to cry and wail and bawl and do all of those teary tearful tear-filled tear-something things, you try to be there. 


I know I can't always have a pillow. I can't always have you, either. 
Knowing that, though, means I have to try not to cry and need a little less, and in some weird way, that makes me feel better, because then I know I'm trying to be stronger.

And yes, you make me smile, as might a pillow. I come home and see pillows on the bed and think of comfort and safety and all those warm happy things, and it's the same way it is with you and sometimes, even if you're not there, I think that maybe you'd want to be there anyway and that's enough.

I can't fall in love with a pillow. I can't fall in love with you, either. 
But the thing is, if it's all I can have right now, it's enough. 
It's more than enough, even, and I wouldn't trade pillow-ness for anything. 
Because this, with you, is worth more to me than something less with someone else, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

:)))

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(SKIP THIS PART IF YOU'RE NOT INTO READING. haha)

I'm buying new pillows tomorrow!
Haven't I mentioned about ze facial and back allergy?
They're pretty obvious if you see me everyday in school.
I usually use my hair to cover them despite my derma's warning.
I've been on oral antibiotic therapy for two weeks last month and the month before that but nothing happened.
The doctor suspected it to be of fungal origin so I also took oral anti-fungal medications for two weeks.
I can only imagine my liver's workload.
I couldn't stand the ineffectivity of the meds anymore so I tried on a simple experimental pursuit basing on our Epidemiologic Investigation lecture.

1.) Identify possible causative agents.
I acknowledged my doc's suspicion of a fungal infection. It would really break my heart if it's bacterial because I'm a freak when it comes to face and hand hygiene.


2.) Note risk factors. 
Okay, so I had my towel, my powder sponge, my hair, the toothpaste (and mouthwash), my earphones, and my bath soap (since I use a different soap for mi face). I never thought of my pillows, right.
The plastic that contained it claimed that it was hypo-allergenic and washable. Arrgh. I got easily swayed, that's why. 


3.) Eliminate all the risk factors.
Changed towels twice instead of the usual once a week.
Washed my sponge every other day.
Made sure that no toothpaste/mouthwash residue was left on my face after every brushing.
Never let earphone wires touch my face (aside from regularly disinfecting them).
Was also very careful that no single sud from my body soap should touch my face whenever I bathe.
I did all these for two weeks plus a healthy diet (skipped pork and beef and fastfood) with adequate to excessive water intake. Sadly, nothing happened.

4.) I thought the pillows were taking a toll on my slouched posture so I decided to  lie flat on bed one night and the three nights that followed. After then, I noticed a gradual decrease in rash size (both face and back). Yey?

That remained an assumption until my 8PM-2AM and 4AM-8AM study shift last weekend. Was always to eager to sleep hence forgetting the posture concern. I did that for four nights and the rashes revealed themselves again.

HAHA.
The last two paragraphs were supposedly the experimentation, conclusion, validation, etc. parts.
I hope I made sense, at least?
***

And for the last look...

Look #4
Location: Culasi, Roxas City
Theme: White? Basta, haha.






























:)))
I haven't posted anything related to medschool yet so let this be the first...


You'll be seeing more of us in the next ten months... 
We are the Super Siete Crew! :D

I'm lovin' this week--nontoxic! 
Expect another post tomorrow!


Much love, 
Mela


As Promised.

Just so I'd only have one set left to post...

Look #3.
Location: The Ruins, Baybay, Roxas City
Theme: Crochet and Macrame

















Thank you rstudios for sharing these! I did some colorboosting, btw.
***
The following photo is overexposed already.
But I'm loving that fact, nonetheless! HIHI

I'm on the lower part of the homescreen (Best Outfits).   
 

There's a new page in Facebook called Capiz Ohsome Chic.
They used my photo as the profile picture.
It bothers me though, it kinda gives the impression of what awesome is in Capiz and I don't think I'm that 'Ohsome'. 
Waaaa. Please spare me from humiliation.

Anyways, whoever the admins are, thanks for acknowledging, guys. Just at least let me know if you'd want to borrow my photos next time. :))

And BTW.
OMG. John Kenneth Auguis read my post!!
What was I thinking?? OMG. 
I'm so sorry for whatever damage it resulted to.
I wrote it four years ago in utter honesty and sincere fun. 
Friends, that shouldn't be taken seriously.
I hope this makes myself clear. HAHA

So, is this goodnight?
'Till the next post!


Much love, 
Mela

7.02.2011

Love and A Little Bit of Food.

Remember the pre-nuptial shoot I styled two months ago?
Got the photos last month--everything's raw and unprocessed but they look good, nonetheless.
I had to choose from the 1000+ photos and attempted on color-boosting and midtone adjustment (the only photoprocessing skills I have, hehe).

These are just two of the four outfit changes. The other two I will post after my module exam on Tuesday. 
This is a bit picture-heavy so I'm putting texts on a limit. 
:)

Look # 1.
Location: Pres. Manuel A. Roxas's Ancestral Home.
Theme: Classy Geek. 
Red. Black. And blue.











Look #2.
Location: Lawis, Baybay, Roxas City
Theme: Sunny Stopover
Prints. Florals. Floppy Hats.















Photocredits go to rstudios, except this one above (which I took, hehe). 
I also had a few nice shots but I forgot to bring the files with me.
Anyway. Next time.

***
If you happen to drop by Roxas City, try this place. :)
I'm not really sure, but I'm guessing that it's been just a month since they opened.
Their double-crusted pizzas are yum!













Chicago Pizza. :P


I don't know how to end this post so I'm re-blogging something from my Friendster blog.
Sorry Auguis, this was written four years ago. Don't kill me!!

When you ask the wrong questions, or leave out the right arguments, it isn't always because you've forgotten or have gotten careless. It could be because you're looking for a specific answer - or it could be because you're content not knowing and would rather not find out.



Convention is a strange thing - it makes us conform to arbitrariness. We define boundaries on a whim, and when these same boundaries constrict us, we conveniently forget we had erected them in the first place.



On a lighter note, if you've been to the QH restrooms, and have seen friends from other colleges and chat for a while and say bye, they’ll call you again and ask,

‘ano gani section mo?’
(from what section are you?)

and you’d answer, ‘A, ngaa?’
(A, why?)

 Trust me, if you were in my situate, you’d know their next statement,

'kilala mo si…’
(do you know...)

And you’d pretend not to know pa, ‘Sin-o?’
 (Who?)

‘si John Kenneth Auguis?' 


If this trend occurs, don't be too curious. Though he seems to be v. nice and crushable, he's not that ____.



Raisinets. Almondnets. ASAnets?

Yep he’s not yet taken, but don't think he’s available at all. I heard that he’s into this girl from sec C and a mutual bond is going in between. Ehem.


Oh yes, I do know him. He is a classmate. He hangs out with the Chopper Boys and their girlets. (Pogi? Something like that.)


Hey. That could be a film title. There was 'Nasaan si Francis' so now we could have 'Kilala mo ba si John Kenneth Auguis?'



Seriously. :D


Much love,
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