If I ever get to experience fall, I’m sure it’d be my favorite season. The weather gets colder here as the year ends, too. But seeing green leaves turn to auburn sounds thrilling. And the dressing up part seems exciting, too. While I don’t want to think too much about plans of making the dream come true, I’d like to keep the inspiration flowing. Here are a few sets of clothing I wish to wear should I ever get to experience fall:
Halloween isn’t something we celebrate in my country. But in previous years, I’ve noticed that the “tradition” is rubbing off on us. (And it’s not a surprise if we discover that it’s all brought about by consumerism). I’ve never been one to partake in such festivities… until I had a daughter. It was only when she was born that I warmed up to the idea of celebrating Hallow’s Eve and racking my head for Halloween costume ideas.
I figured she might look back on her pictures when she’s older and think it fun. I had a lot of Halloween costume ideas for her last year but we settled for a generic witch because we lacked time to prepare. I think I only decided to let her dress up two days or so before the occasion. We didn’t know there were events for kids near our place so she only wore the costume so we can take a picture.
I’m not sure how I can squeeze in DIY-ing Cadence’s costume for this year but I’ll try. And I’m hoping we get to dress her up as someone or something of note. I want to deviate from the usual Halloween ideas so I chose some characters/people whose traits I think would be good for our daughter to emulate. Here are my top picks:
1. Audrey Heburn
2. Frida Kahlo
*Cades is our daughters’ nickname.
Taking a break from news writing to
write here say hi!
I needed to take a breather from all the celebrity drama I’ve been reading and absorbing but didn’t really know what to do. My mind is too rattled to try to paint and I feel like my creative juices have all been squeezed out to attempt to make something worthwhile. So, here we are.
On days I didn’t push myself to write more than I could, I immersed in the world of American Horror Story: Coven. I was never one to like gore and horror, but I’ve always been fascinated with witchcraft. I binge-watched the show and enjoyed it immensely. I rooted for Misty Day since she was introduced in the series. Apart from her innocence and being the first one to show and use the power of resurgence, I was also taken by her taste in music (which isn’t at all broad as she only listened to Fleetwood Mac) and her style.
One of these days, perhaps, I’ll write about the series and the other characters. But for now, this is all my exhausted mind can muster: a collection of pieces inspired by Misty Day (which I wish I own).
My muscles are aching, sore. Air won’t come freely into my nostrils. I have no recollection of when I last felt this awful. I rarely get sick. But when I do, it’s almost always life-threatening. While I’m quite certain that what’s agonizing me at the moment is just flu or some viral infection (because our daughter’s sick, too, but has it worse than me), there’s an urge to hibernate for days.
Spent my Saturday at home again. Because, to be honest, my ambition in life is to be a hermit. Alright, maybe that’s not accurate.
Just a while ago, I told my husband that I feel quite content about our lives right now — well, my life, at least. While I get frazzled and frustrated when I think about traveling or owning things every once in a while, I feel alright with what I have and what I’m doing now.
“What happens when those moments [when you want those things] come again?” he asked.
I guess I’ll have an answer when they’re back to haunt me. But right now, I’m alright. And it’s not as though I’m not doing anything or not working towards my/our goals. I am. I’m just at peace with the idea that whatever we’ve been working on will be ours, just not immediately. I’m alright with that.
For the past couple of weeks, I have been reading and writing entertainment news. I’m still getting the hang of things since it’s different from what I did before. And I’m not exactly a fan of news that appears conversational or those that veer away from the inverted pyramid style. Save for New York Times news articles, which I think are always beautifully written.
Spending half of my days reading and writing about celebrities doing mundane things has got me thinking about time and how we use it.
Some are more than lucky to be spending time on things they absolutely adore. Others seem to be stuck on jobs they hate and wait for time to pass.
In all honesty, there have been many times I told my husband that I would much rather be doing something else with my time. But we don’t all have the privilege of having our passions earn us a living. And there’s nothing wrong about trying to love your job.
It’s alright if it’s not what you wrote on your friend’s slumbook as your “ambition in life” when you were little.
Try to find at least one good thing about something you don’t exactly love but can’t get out of. If it’s next to impossible to do so, make sure that you allot time for things you wouldn’t mind spending n hours on.
While I believe I’m getting the hang of things at my current job, I still daydream about my business attempts a lot.
I think the key is to do well at what you’re supposed to do while continuing to spend time, no matter how little, on what you want. That way, you get to do more. I’m not entirely sure about this idea’s effectiveness, so I’ll let you know if things pan out the way I hope they would.
I’ve never been a big fan of the idea of “right timing”. That is until the announcement of Sara Bareilles’ Little Black Dress tour’s Singapore leg. It was made a week or so after I resigned from my previous job.
See, my last job gave us the means to live rather comfortable lives, without needing to think much about what to spend on. But I’ve already mentioned in a previous post that there are things you can’t exchange for monetary gain. (In that case, my sanity).
You can just imagine how off the timing felt for me. If she announced the Singapore leg of her tour months ago, I would’ve been able to afford to finally see her live. Ah, but things happen for a reason, don’t they? And timing, I’ve come to learn, is a bitch.
On Time Out
The good thing about my new job is that I get to choose my hours. But that’s also the bad thing about it. I haven’t been going out a lot. Not that it’s something new, though. I’ve always preferred reading a book at home than going out and be among throngs of strangers. But a wise old lady interviewed by HONY said that something good happens when you push yourself to go out. So I’m going to give it a shot and take breaks and drag my feet out the door. I think I’ve spent too much time worrying about how to make a living, I need to time out.