I haven’t blogged or written here in the longest time- like I said in the previous entry (where I asked for suggestions) I guess I just didn’t have drive or the kick to write anything I felt was worth writing about.
Until now, of course.
First let me start of by saying thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions. From your answers here on Tumblr, to your emails, tweets and messages, I really appreciate that you all took time from your lives to help me sort of get over this “writer’s block" stage I was in. I hope that by the time you finish reading this entry, you’ll be satisfied with what I’ve come up with. As you can see from the title alone, this entry is going to be about a Friend. But not just any kind of Friend, a bestFriend. The BEST kind of Friend.
Do you see what I did there?
If you did then yes, this entry is about the one and only true and best Friend I have had the pleasure of meeting in my life, the only friend I know who will stay with me through it all and love me for me…
Okay. If this is too cheesy for you, if you do not share the same sentiments as me, if you think this is cliche and totally “fake” of me to be writing about, then please, feel free to stop reading. Close this window and go back to your Twitter, Facebook or whatever it is you were doing. But for those who share the same feelings as me, or want to, then please, read on. :)
I haven’t blogged in the longest time and I miss it. So here I am, blogging about something totally random yet awesome (anything to do with this topic is awesome for me) - FOOD. As most of you know (from my Twitter, Facebook and Formspring) I went to Boracay a couple of weeks ago. It was my first time there, and I have to say, I loved every bit of it. I just love hanging out in beaches, soaking up the sun, people watching and EATING FOOD. Now I know most people diet and work themselves out to death to get “beach body ready”, but I see going to the beach as the perfect opportunity to PIG OUT. So here are a couple of shots of some of the food I devoured while I was in Boracay (BORACAY PLEASE, NOT BORA Hihi ;) ) Hope you enjoy this! :)
Hey guys! I decided to add a segment to my blog called “Skin Diaries” I figured, since a lot of us really like to take care of our skin, I thought I’d share with you guys some things I do for my skin and what products and services I do to help my skin out. Hopefully you guys will find this segment useful. So anyway, back to the entry…
It’s been a while since I’ve posted an entry on my thoughts/things I find important/something that a bunch of you asked me about so I decided to write something now. As you can tell from the title (come on now, it’s pretty darn obvious) this entry is all about those four letters that could mean a whole lot of different things to different people. LOVE.
Now I know some of you are all like: You’re only 21, what do you know about love? Or Geez you’ve only had like, 2 boyfriends before your guy now, what do you know? Or Come on, really? …And I completely understand. I’m not saying I’m an expert on love. On the contrary, I’m the complete opposite. I’ve had my heartbroken, broken someone’s heart and was completely and totally unsure of my feelings towards certain people. I’m the first person to say that LOVE is both the scariest and most wonderful thing that a person can experience.
So what brings me to this entry? Well, you guys. Those who have been reading my blog and leaving me messages and questions (I thank you all, it means a lot that people actually read this and take the time to send me suggestions, questions and touching messages) have been asking a lot about this subject, and I thought I’d share a couple of things I’ve learned about love and all that it has to offer, both the good and the bad. To anyone who feels like reading this, here you go. I’ll be using some of the questions you sent me for reference. So let’s get started shall we? :)
Barney Stinson always mentions how in life, especially for “Bros” one must always have a Wingman. A man/buddy/bro who will be there when times are tough- when the girls are sober and the drinks are expensive. When there needs to be a second opinion in a rating of a woman and so on and so forth. Now as much as I love How I Met Your Mother, The Bro Code and having my own personal Wingman (some may even have a Wingwoman) I’m here to talk about a totally different type of Wingman- The Wingman Restaurant at the Collective. True Story.
"A quaint little bistro."
I know it wouldn’t really be considered “quaint” if the location is in a pretty popular and visited mall but located on the third floor of Rockwell, just outside TopShop and Penguin, is one of the cutest and most “quaint” looking bistros I’ve ever eaten in.
Welcome, to Brida.
So, being the 21 year old girl that I am, I’ll be the first to admit that I, along with many other teenage boys (and girls) have been a HUGE fan of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show that airs every year. I sit patiently as the download bar on my computer increases as I get all excited to see (in the most non-creepy way) the models and angels showing off the latest in lingerie, along with awesome music numbers by great artists and well, all those rockin bodies. At the end of every show, however, I feel both inspired and defeated. I know what you’re all thinking: How is that even possible to feel inspired AND defeated? Well, given the hour long show of this:
Okay I know there’s still a couple of hours before midnight but I just had to start writing this already. First let me say that for a couple of days now I’ve been thinking about what to blog about- I couldn’t figure out what to write about… and then it hit me. What better way to start the month than by blogging about my most favorite dork in the entire world? You. So here it goes :)
The Big 22
Now I know for most people that isn’t really a monumental year or a significant age, but I remember when we were talking and we both agreed that 22 sounds so much older than 21 Haha! Anyway, I just want to say that I’m so happy that we’re spending your birthday together, again, just like last year. I’ve never celebrated someone’s birthday twice- everyone knows that by now given the whole “second Christmas”/”second New Year” and, well, you get the picture. So again, let’s just take this moment to clap for me and say YAY!
I know I haven’t even graduated yet but I already feel so nostalgic about college. They really weren’t kidding when they said that college is the best and fastest 4 years of your life- they certainly were for me. My college life has got to be the most colorful chapter in my life so far, filled with ups and downs, laughs and cries and a whole lot of things in between. I decided to make a blog entry on just a few things I learned in college, and what college has taught me. Take note, the pictures here are all from my first year in college until my last, so not only is there a change in hair but in outfits (some were just so horrible) as well! Haha :)
I just wanted to share a little random thing about myself (as if I don’t share enough things on this blog already) But I have been getting a couple of messages and questions asking me about the things I’ve done to my hair. Since I came from a super strict all-girls Catholic school, we had to leave our hair a certain way- as is.
When college came I decided to have a little fun with my hair (it was long, reddish brown and straight) so I had a lot to work with. So here we go, the many stages of my hair for the past 4 years.
I know it’s a sad sad thing to say but it’s true. I have never been in a relationship for longer than a couple of months. Blame it on my immaturity at the time or the disagreements I had with my significant others but at the end I feel that it all came down to the fact that I wasn’t giving 100% of what I should have. Whether it be time, attention, love or affection (oooh I rhymed there HAHA) I just didn’t feel that I could… until now of course.