And on this night I felt like I have been raped. Like I have been devirginized. Deflowered. Demoralized. Like I have been harshly decorticated from my unaffected charm. Would you believe me? Do I sound convincing?
This is exactly how I look like when people rape me. Like I try to warp my face in a very grotesque fashion. More like my own way version of a defense mechanism.
Although I do not, in any way (as I am very much convinced) appear horribly disheveled from the looks of these shots, deep inside and deep down there wreaked some tragic havoc as I lunged in that, ughck, drink. When again was the last time I took a sip from a stirring shot glass?
Last Monday? UGHk. Memories I would NOT like to remember. Thanksbutnothankssothankyouverymuch.
So anyway, on this night we all had fun. I somehow, partly, inexplicably enjoyed the alcohol since it's been months already (err, weeks cuz I cheated) since I have been steady on working out with my soberness. In essence I felt like I broke my promise but, gaaah, what the hell! It's not like I crawled at a snail's pace because I got drunk.
THE Lovebirds were also there! Paris & MileyApril! Felt like they formed in synergy to make me feel that I AM FRICKIN SINGLE DEMMET!!!
On my next post. Will still have to finish a case study. Wish me luck!
I have never been smoothly oriented with anything Moschino. Seriously. And somewhere between the ages of ten to fifteen, I have been seeing their scents everywhere thinking they were bargain-priced drugstore products. NOT.
For this year's Spring collection, Moschino brags an assortment of lush, plush, and a much deeper definition of funky opulence brought to a higher level. With an exciting interweave of colors and impeccable Italian tailoring, Moschino has certainly gotten me craving for some more tasty clothing. :)
So the pact that I made with myself - which I carved in wood, etched in stone, and taken by heart - is NOW broken. BROKEN. Like IN-MY-FACE broken. All because my bestfriend Marylou Briones talked me through her sweet "please" and puppy eyes. Nice.
So anyhoodles, this night of her 20th birthday was a blast! In Mary's belief that nobody got drunk, I lament. I got DRUNK. Again like IN-YOUR-FACE drunk! But definitely not like another March 2010 episode of my life, which I really, really don't like so I'll sort of skip on that.
I wish all my days were like this - when and where I have all my friends around me and we'd just have all the fun we could ever fathom like we don't have ACCOUNTING 222 to ever worry about, right Krizia?
AND THAAAA FRIENDS
Of course I can never go home from a party without. . .
Last Monday, Kuya Marlon called us up and asked us if we could find some spare time from our schedule to squeeze in a photoshoot with him and a fellow photographer; and having been out of the cycle of shoots with him for the longest time, we all decided to show up on Wednesday. So by Wednesday we all got up before lunch (which would always appeal as "quite impossible" - taking in consideration the freedom of extended hibernation because of the inauguration holiday) and met up at the Lelis residence before 1pm.
The entire shoot was a blast! Not to sound like I'm polishing my own shoe but it certainly has been worthy of the long stretch of time spent for make-up and outfit changes. Here are the first set of the group shots:
Will definitely be posting the rest of the shots after everything has been uploaded. Waitersss for the solos. A big round of applause for THE unbelievable skill of Kuya Marlon to capture every emotion and every snap of the hip. Also to Kuya Julius who's equally as talented as our favorite photographer. Thank you, thank you!
My name is Rolly Marcial. Brought forth into human existence on the 13th day of Semptember 1990 - six years before the rise of the Spice Girls caused sudden alteration in the minds of those who were sure they were straight. Born, raised, and mostly influenced in bustling Manila area, I grew up in a city of day-to-day affliction and a staggering degree of traffic - something that should have taught me a good sense of immediacy yet I bloomed as a torpid sloth who thrives in a fast paced lifestyle. I am, in the rarest sense of the term, a very complicated person. Growing up in a very conservative Filipino family, taught at the best universities, yet influenced by a bastion of crazy people have spun into this irony of monstrosity. I am not exactly the sweetest type you could fool around with. I'm a big ball of perplexities and I've got a lot to pull up my sleeves. My head's flow does not compare with yours; I'm a hard-bound mathematics offprint you can never understand...you just thought you could.
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Hi, my name's Rolly and I believe I'm 17. I am an ambitious boneheaded mouthpiece securing a bulk of half-witted ideas and a lot more rubbish. I'm an all out sucker for fashion, television, and everything else in between. So, what's up?