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I am having those writer's block days again, so be not surprised if you found nothing new at my blogsite. Anyway, just for the fun of it, here's a little ditty.

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A second was all it took for her to understand what the message meant. It wasn't at all that extravagant; a person of fame would've passed it up as mere junkmail. Yet, here she was staring point-blank at the present inked on a pink stationery, taken away by the sheer force of the letter. Seconds later, the message was rendered nearly unreadable. There were just too many smudges than before.

Fashion Statement

DISCLAIMER: Fashionistas hear me out! This post is, by any means, not meant to degrade you in any way. I respect your craft, your interest and I have nothing against it. There's just a few things that I do not understand and your are all welcome to comment and answer my questions.
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In my 16 (walang kokontra blog ko to!) years of existence, I have come to accept most mysteries as unanswered questions, phenomena which cannot be completely deciphered by science or any other tool. There is one mystery, however, which I haven't accepted as such. And that is the mystery of fashion.

*insert booming thunder sfx here

It has come to my attention that clothing, much like the other two basic needs (food and shelter) has become more than just our primary necessities for our survival. Architecture evolved into some sort of an infrastructural cosmetics while food is now more than just taste and nutrition (just check Iron Chef on cable to see what I mean). Clothing, compared to those two, is obviously more susceptible to this aesthetic overhaul and seeing man's expanding needs list (a list which consists mostly of wants, not real needs), I should just accept that fashion is, was, and will always be a fixture in our society. But why is it that I'm so gosh darn uneasy with a person's keen interest in clothes?

Don't get me wrong, though. I have nothing against people who luurrrvee the most cutting-edge brands in the clothing industry or those who are involved in the fashion world. What I do not understand is how someone could spend several minutes (and there are those who even spend hours) in front of their closet just to choose what they should wear for the day, or how someone could have the tireless feet to enter every clothing stall in a mall just to find the perfect wear. I mean can you just pick the one that suits the [occasion for the] day or buy the first thing that tickles your fancy?

Even more disturbing is the rising popularity of the "mini-skirt and see-through shirts" family. If I am not mistaken, one of clothing's main function is to cover the revealing areas of our body. With that point in mind, how come we see so much of our lady sisters flaunting their supposed-to-be-reserved-for-midwives, doctors, husbands legs on the open road? I could forgive the introduction of tubes and slits as "formal wear"but I cannot forgive their growing presence on public places. It's as if they're giving pervs the go-signal to do something X-rated. Of course, there are those who don these "skimpy" outfits for the sake of expression, and I have known some people who indeed do so.

I know I can't just force my conservative intentions on the increasingly-liberated masses and that they have their own perceptions, their own opinions, as far as clothing is concerned. However, you may want to keep in mind what clothing was supposed to do, with all the artistry aside.

*insert sound of an angry mob of fashionistas trampling their way towards me here

The Greatest Fabrication

Oh yeah. More love topics (nainspire sa usapan sa tagboard. hehe)

I can still remember the first time. 'Twas the middle of the evening, yet I found myself still wide awake, a picture of a certain someone lodged in my noggin. I had no luck trying to replace that image with anything else; that certain smile incited my brain to produce enough happy hormones to keep me out of slumberville. At that moment, I was convinced. In lab si Alex.

A year later, the image was completely replaced.

I see a lot of teen couples today, engulfed in pure mushyness and goosepimples, holding hands and kissing cheeks (and sometimes lips, necks, etc.) much to the chagrin of the unfortunate, single spectators. And that's just the first-glance observation. What more if you could hear their sweet conversations?

boy: I love you.
girl: I love you more.
boy: I love you even if I didn't love you.
girl: I love you even if that doesn't make any sense.
boy: I love you even if the sun refused to shine.
girl: I love you even if we lived in different times.

Well, you get the picture. In all their sweet nothings, these lovers believe that they are made for each other, that nothing can ever come between them, that their love will last forever.

After a few months (or years) they broke up. Reason?

boy: I'm not happy with the relationship anymore. It's her fault.
girl: This relationship is not right. It's my fault. No, wait. It's his fault.

Yet, in their alone times, you could hear them wail for the wasted moments. You could hear the boy singing Typecast while the girl croons I'll never get over you getting over me.

Their friends, in an attempt to make them feel better (and to stop their annoying drama)told them to go see other people. Unfortunately, they'll reply:

It just won't fill the void.

Eventually they'll forget the debacle and get married with other people(probably). Then when the two meet again, they'll simply exchange smiles, have a small talk perhaps, then bid each other farewell.

Ladies and gentlemen, what is love?

Long description: Love is something that is not meant to be understood nor defined, yet even in its vagueness we know it lasts forever.
Short description: Love is not romance.

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shet writer's block