Remember the reason why I call this blog "Speak and Style"? Perhaps you don't anymore, but last June 27,2014, I was given the opportunity to put the speak in speak and style ;) I was tasked to host a major event in our college and I happily obliged.
For someone who has always been on the backstage of everything, I guess given the chance to host this event two years in a row is a big accomplishment for a newbie in the hosting club. I feel honored to grace this event because it is one of the reason why I couldn't consider my college life a bore. Occasional adrenaline rush made decisions are healthy, only if those are for your benefit ;) trust me!
If you ask my thoughts on how I felt during the entire show, I felt at ease. Maybe because I have always dreamed to come up on stage and talk? Or because I always envisioned myself ever since I was in first year that one day, I would be one of the hosts in a major school event. Who would have thought that those daydreams will turn into reality? I am beyond blessed to have tick that off in my bucketlist. Hmmmmm...makes me wonder what is in store for me next? :D
As for my outfit that day, I decided to wear a pale blue drape dress and my camo heels (though, I removed it right after because my feet hurts already). I like the design of the dress personally because the material was silky and simple but it screams elegance. Perhaps, my style has always been simple...now I wonder why do I call myself stylish again? Hahaha. Well, I love fashion but this blog is not called speak and style if I don't speak through my outfits, right?
PS--makes we want to put the cliche of xoxo, speakandstyle ;)
Credits to: Malur Yonac, Florence Bornales and my mom!
As I am writing this blog, you should know that I am in a trance of Sam Smith's "Too Good at Goodbyes" and I have my new favorite coffee with me. Hence, anything written in this post could be in the midst of a heightened anger or a surge of overwhelming feeling.
But all the niceties aside, my point of writing is that I feel open and exposed. Lately, I have been learning the art of smiling and laughing out loud. Laughing at small things. Smiling at stupid situations and even at my own mistakes. Although for a person who has always been composed and my emotions bottled up, this is quite liberating.
Freely letting people in, in my life is a big leap of faith. I hate having too many human beings inside my small territory. I hate having people know my likes and dislikes because by then, I might have made an emotional investment and even creating connections with strangers. This is a part of growing up. Inevitable even. But I hate this transition period.
Every day, we are bombarded with stress. From our daily activities up to our own thoughts-- we can become so restless throughout the day. Today, in particular, is very disappointing for me. I was not in the mood for anything. I was not in the mood to wear my mask on and pretend to be that cheerful being who is carefree and happy.
Ever since I turned 23, I made this pact with myself to not care about the world anymore. I just do not care whether people like me or they hate me. And the last thing I would want to happen to me is to let this negativity run my day.
If there are some things that I would not spend more than five minutes on it, these would be:
1. My Current Mood
My moods are dictated by the tide. In the morning, I can be as hyper as I can or I can just be as emotionless as a stone. Whatever mood I am in, it usually lasts the whole day. I realize this is not a healthy habit at all.
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For years, I have been trying to adjust as to how I would want the world to see me. I tend to smile upon insults and rumors spread about me even if deep inside I am hurting. All for the sake of not being to hurt these people back. But eventually, I knew that I had to speak up. For the wrong words and for everything said about me. Even if that means having the world turn their back at me. Favorites
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