“I’M JUST RETURNING THE FAVOR!”
It was a chilly night, me and my dutymates had to go to school so that we can be fetched by our school’s service (a van) so that we can go to the hospital were we’ll be having our clinical duty. We were all there at 9pm, since it’s a rule that 1 hour before the actual start of duty (which is 10pm btw) we need to be there in advance to allow some travel time. The lights from the college buildings are all out, it was so dark inside the campus and the only place where we could stay is the parking area where the vans are supposed to be parked. We sat there and waited for the van to come, we kept ourselves busy by reviewing each other about nursing stuffs, joked around until we realized that it’s already 10pm, were already late for duty and not a single van came. So we still waited, in spite of the really cold breeze that were hitting our cheeks, and it was also dead silent that night, we can see the big shadows of the buildings and the slow quivering of the leaves from the trees. Someone broke the silence, and told us “why don’t we talk about ghost stories?”, and we all looked at each other, we had this doubt in our eyes if we actually want to spend this night spooking ourselves out. But we ended up nodding and agreeing to that idea, maybe because we’re not alone, we have 9 other friends with us, why not? So one of my friends told us about why every CR in the gym has only one vertical rectangular mirror, good for one person to check his/herself out. According to stories, the big CRs in the gym once had mirrors through the whole wall. It was said to be long, and were enough for one to see everyone inside the CR. There was this incidence years ago that one female student, alone went inside the CR to pee, and as every normal female, she had to check her hair, face etc with the use of the mirror. After some minutes, she rushed out of the CR like a maniac and told that there was a White Lady at the end of the long mirror. Nobody believed her, until the reports of seeing the ghost overwhelmingly increased. And that they were left with the decision to cut down the length of the mirror but still enough for a few girls to use it. But the white lady still kept on showing up at the end of the mirror until they were forced to take off all the mirrors on the wall. Suddenly one of our classmate shouted a name, like he was calling someone. I couldn’t really remember the name ( defense mechanism, maybe )but I think it was “Ligaya” (Joy in english). He kept on repeating that name, and we all shouted that name too for fun. We were all sitting in a long bench at the parking area when one of our friend stood up and went a few meters away from us, we were still talking about ghost stories and then I got surprised, as if it was a reflex, I also stood up and walked a bit. I approached my friend who also stood up and asked him “why aren’t you with us there?” and he replied “I don’t feel comfortable sitting there, its as if someone’s watching over me there” and I told him “and the hair from your arms and neck starts to stand up?” and that’s when I realized that the reason why I stood up and went away is because of that chilly feeling. We looked back to the group and found that a few of them were also walking away and we walked towards them and asked the same thing and said that they’re feeling something funny in the area where we were sitting. I started to count everyone in case the van came just to make sure were complete. And my friend, “Sarah” was missing and I looked around and saw her walking into the dark areas of the campus, away from us. And she does that a lot during our breaks in our graveyard clinical duties, and it always makes me nervous cause I don’t want a girl, a friend, to be walking alone away from us, without the assurance that she’ll be safe. As usual I had to walk to her (everytime) and get her to come back.I walked towards her even though it was really dark and creepy in that area and whispered to her “you’re driving me nuts, Sarah, what are you doing??” and she replied “sshh, just let me be, go back to our friends”. And this time with my usual tone and volume “you’re coming back with me” I grabbed her hand and walked her back to the parking area. My friends were there waiting for us in the parking area they all looked worried, and they were like slightly embracing their-selves because of the cold. Suddenly I felt my friend Sarah’s face go near my ear and she whispered with a sense of fright “Augs, look there” and I looked towards where her head was pointing and when I looked I saw this lady wearing this weathered white robed, sitting on the bench at the parking area. And I wasn’t sure if it was hair covering her or its just some dark imagery above the body. I couldn’t believe what I just saw and I had to look closely for a quick millisecond until I found myself screaming and I was jumping out of fear, and I think my friends also saw the white lady and we were all running away from the parking area, anywhere but near that bench even if its the dark shadows of the buildings. We found each other complete after some minutes, and we attempted to go near the parking area again to check the place. Then we heard the horn of the van, and some guy shouting, and there it was our service for the hospital, waiting for us there in the parking area. We ran back to get our bags and rushed inside the van. After Sarah closed the door of the van, that’s the only time we were able to breath normally. Everyone was still in a state of shock, no one spoke about it during the travel, and even after the duty. It was something that we all regretted, and we all just wished it wasn’t real life, like it’s just a nightmare. After that, Paola talked to me and said that the reason why that every time that she has a chance to walk away from us during breaks (especially graveyard duty) is that she can see ghosts and that she wants to lure the ghosts away from us, and that every time I try to call her back, I just kept on attracting the ghosts towards us.
It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters
And make fun of our exes, uh uh uh uh
It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight
To fall in love with strangers uh uh uh uh
We’re happy free confused and lonely at the same time
It’s miserable and magical oh yeah
Tonight’s the night when we forget about the deadlines, it’s time uh uh
I don’t know about you! but im feeling 22!
Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you
You don’t know about me but I bet you want to
Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we’re 22!
THE THINGS YOU’VE TOLD HIM ALL ALONG
AND PRAY THE GOD HE HEARS YOU
AND I PRAY TO GOD HE HEARS YOU, WHERE DID I GO WRONG?
I’VE LOST A FRIEND
SOMEWHERE ALONG IN THE BITTERNESS
BAKIT DI NA LANG PAWIIN ANG HAPDI SAKING PUSO
LUMUTIN ANG PAGIBIG MO
KUNG PANAGINIP LANG ITO SANAY GISINGIN ANG AKIN PUSO
We all have big expectations for Raf Simons now that he’s appointed as head designer for fashion house, Christian Dior. Raf Simons wasn’t an obvious candidate to take over the place of the ‘theatric’ John Galliano as head designer. He’s a minimalist, and is used to designing ready-to-wear and commercial clothes. He did a great job in maintaining the chic minimalist ‘almost quiet’ style of designer brand Jil Sander. It must be such a surprise for him to be chosen, and with massive stress upon him because his first task is to create a couture collection which is a different process from where he is used to. We all expected more for his couture Christian Dior Fall 2012 collection, but we were left disappointed maybe because we were used to seeing Christian Dior as very romantic, feminine and ‘extravagant’. But I think it is a smart choice for him to distance his collection from those big settings, heavy make-ups, and exaggerated volumes and silhouettes that John Galliano introduced to us. Raf Simons is slowly learning to learn the aesthetics of Christian Dior with confidence in his own style of minimalism. His last collection (his Swan song) for Jill Sander can also be considered an entry collection for Christian Dior, for me it was his most romantic collection so far, it was actually more Dior than his recent collection for the house itself.
Who can forget this stylish coat from his last collection?
beautifully styled and amazing cut. This pink dress was also timeless:
he did another version of this dress for his first ever couture collection:
with a more structural bust shape and additional padding on the waist which is a Dior signature technique. Also the big pocket panels are added which are usually found on Dior Bar Jackets.
I think it is safe to say that Raf Simons take on Christian Dior is to make the house more youthful and more commercially appealing. He started to make long draped & peplum tops paired with cigarette pants
which are noticeably seen on Raf Simon’s Christian Dior Spring RTW 2013 collection.
The Christian Dior Spring RTW 2013 collection started with black suits which I find really boring because it went repetitive for the next 4 looks. But this decision to start the show in minimal suites is quite a ‘confident’ approach because he is starting to be more firm on his aesthetic, meaning we must expect that Dior will be having minimalist direction for some time, and that we should openly welcome it.
dress like tops are paired with black shorts which is very spring-summer appropriate
I also like the pairing of unexpected colors for this collection. This photo doesnt do any justice for the amazing treatment on the fabric. The fabric was very vibrant and electric in motion, like it’s surface design has it’s own life.
he also went graphic in this collection with different takes on the A-shape silhouette.
long draped tops are also seen in this collection, now paired with shorts
another graphic take, using sequins. Interesting graphics which reminded me of some tropical fish, crystal layers and hot spots on weather forecasts.
flowers are very Dior and he tried to add some on his black padded jackets.
another floral print in the same silhouette seen on his last Jil Sander collection and on his first couture collection.
Raf Simon is introducing a new type of glamor not only for Christian Dior but also for the world. The modern de-stuffing of classic signatures of Dior felt young and relevant. The Bar Jacket is now easy to pair for different occasions, for anytime of the day. It is clear that Raf Simon will do good for the fashion house and what we should do now is to take it all in while the withdrawal of John Galliano’s flare fade.
THIS CYBER CRIME LAW IS LIKE SPITTING ON JOSE RIZAL’S GRAVE!
JOSE RIZAL LIBERATED OUR HOMELAND THROUGH HIS USE OF WORDS BUT HE GOT IMPRISONED, YET NEVER SILENCED.
THE HOMELAND WHERE I GREW UP IS A DEMOCRATIC ONE!
we were once controlled by the spaniards, the japanese and the americans, now it’s the Filipino VS. the Philippine government.
please, freedom of speech and internet freedom is now a human right, and no law can ever mute us.
Phoebe Philo is probably on crack when she designed the footwear this SS13 season. Fuck the other fur ones, this is the only one I liked.
Been a fool, girl I know
Didn’t expect this is how things would go
Maybe in time, you’ll change your mind
Now looking back i wish i could rewind
every time, in my bed, in the middle of the night
I can’t sleep but its tight cos you’re always in my mind
not your fault to be real want you round the clock,
from dusk till dawn won’t let bed bugs bite
baby sweet dreams are found when youre right by my side
let it last let it roll cos it wont end tonight
feels like insomnia ah ah , feels like insomnia ah ah
feels like insomnia ah ah, feels like insomnia ah ah
I grew up wishing I was Peter Pan, because I don’t want to get old. When I stepped into Grade 4 I realized that my wish can never happen. I cannot escape adulthood. That’s why I started to wish that someday I’ll be happy, because since Grade 4, I realized that real happiness is something not easy to find, but something that comes seldom in your life. When the clock hits 8:30 I try to get into bed. Closing my eyes won’t even ease any worries I’ve got inside my head, growing up I wasn’t too scared about the monsters under my bed or the boogie man in my closet, my head is a monster itself. I never liked myself, I pretend to but up to now my worst enemy is myself, without noticing it. I’m not good looking, I’m not even that smart, I don’t see how anyone can like me. Maybe my deficiency is just to complicated for anyone, I become a burden to everybody. I used to be so strong, all my life I’ve been putting up walls, because I thought that if someone would see my weakness, I’m afraid that they won’t even care. I just want to be cared. You can call me a coward or weak, but if I was weak I wouldn’t be living today. And everyday my power decreases my will fades every second. My illusion gets bigger every time I open my eyes, I always try to believe I’m okay every morning and then a break during night. And I try to believe pinkie swears can make me stronger, but the truth is pinkie swears are just like promises waiting to be broken. And I’m just tired, too tired, I want to rest. Someone take me away, to better days. Take me away.