Fashion Week '09 Picspam

Took my good friends, Zara and Chrissie, to M. Barretto's show for Fashion Week 2009.


Waiting for the show to begin...


Chrissie and I


Chrissie, Meself, Zara


Zara and I


I seriously missed this girl


Tired and out for a cigarette break


My outfit... inspired by:


The beautiful Charlotte Casiraghi!


The collection... and proof that there are higher beings.

In Joy,
Essa.

Caught unaware.

The speed of my heart doubles, my breath catches, my knees start buckling and I have the sudden urge to run away.

My stomach turns, my mouth starts salivating, and pretty soon bile comes up my throat.

I thrash my head side to side, eyes wide open in fear, looking left, looking right -- desperately seeking for a way out.

I want to scream for help, but my throat closes and I let out a croak instead. I'm defenseless against this evil force, armed with nothing useful -- not even my voice.

I see shadows of my siblings, of my friends, and I try, without lack of tenacity, to cling to them. But as shadows are, they cannot be grabbed... cannot even be held.

I relent and wordlessly accept the truth: First term is starting again.

Just in case you didn't know...

Interesting topics, a blank canvas, a wide vocabulary, and possibly the use of a thesaurus does not a writer make.

A writer must be able to create an alternate reality, they must have the ability to weave words into captivating sentences. A writer should not just inform, they should story tell. A writer must be able to create adventure. They must make you laugh, cry, and fall in love along with them. You must empathize and sympathize with the story.

Writing should not be all about escapism. While there are many elements of escapism in writing, one should also be able to undergo catharsis. It's about self-deprecation and the ability to find humor in the strangest of things and the weirdest of situations. It's about putting yourself in someone else's shoes, and looking for the perfect reaction -- a gasp, a shrug, a giggle. It's all part of ourselves. And with everything that we write, we put a little bit of us in it.

Writing is an art. It's a medium. It's ourselves.

To be able to write well, you must write what you know.

This is what I know.

Annoyed,
Essa

Heat Wave

Summer is here but all you college folk will be back for first term soon enough. While we while away our time participating in the elusive activities that seem so far away when we're holed up on our air conditioned classrooms, we might as well make it time well spent. So put on your flip flops, don your swimsuits and relax by the pool. Trade in your cappuccinos for iced lattes.

The sun is shining on your skin.

Put on your sunnies, people!

Enjoy what little time left before closed shoes, homeworks, and thesis papers begin on rotation again. I know I will.

I'm off like a dirty shirt.

Peeved

There's nothing that irritates me more than having to listen to someone complain about the same thing twice. In the court of law, it's called double jeopardy. I believe that while I do so love my friends, constant talk about how they were wronged twice by the same source is something I find tedious. Plus, it doesn't say much about the person does it?

Shame on him if he fools you once, shame on you if he fools you twice.

Bad Girl

I'll be the first to admit that most of the time, my desires win over my to-do list. While I'm not talking - nay, advocating - complete and total mayhem, I do enjoy a little rule-bending from time to time -- postponing an errand for some coffee with friends, procrastinating the latest school assignment to be able to log on to facebook, busting out the chips when you're on a strict diet, shopping for things you have every intention of using but never getting around to it, promising to catch-up with a friend you haven't seen in a while only to cancel at the last minute due to the new book you've been dying to read - never hurt anyone. At least, not intentionally. Besides, isn't being spontaneous part of the beauty of life?

I personally think that being baaaad, while not entirely appealing on the outside, has some merits. No one likes a goody two shoes anyhow.

Worlds Apart

When it comes to similarities, it is shocking to know that boys and girls have some things in common. But even then, nothing can be more of an overstatement. Whoever said men are from Mars and women are from Venus had it right. To put it simply, we are from different worlds.

Men would rather have beers with the buds, while women would rather catch up with her girlfriends over coffee. Men have to smell his clothes to determine whether it's clean, women know the exact date, time, and shop where said article of clothing was bought.

In a woman's room, she knows exactly where everything is. Men have to dig for treasure. Women speak because they wish to speak, whereas a man speaks only when driven by something outside himself - like, for instance, he can't find any clean socks.

Of course, there are always a few notable exceptions. One must never forget the titles so graciously given - "every girl's boyfriend" for the effeminate hetero and "one of the boys" for the boyish female.

Duel to kill.

Truth be told: While I'm all about keeping the peace, there's nothing like a healthy competition that calls to me like a flame doth to a moth. When it comes to boys, a battle of the sexes only livens things up more. What guy doesn't blush when you beat him at a game he supposedly (as he would call it) pwns? After all, done correctly, a flirty challenge is just what every guy dreams of. Indeed, there's nothing like a spot of competition that brings out the worst in a man... or the best in a woman.

When it comes to friends, a little rivalry here and there would be good for the soul. Good friends need to keep each other's feet planted firmly on the ground, right? And what better way to bring your friend back to earth than to beat her/ him in their chosen field of expertise?

Lust Objectified

It's really sad that I'm not such a girly-girl... I'd have a lot more stuff, otherwise.







Michael Antonio Chai Heels


Traditional Oxford Heels in Black & White


Traditional Oxford Heels in Black


Colin Stuart Brown Leather & Suede Oxford Heels


Marc Jacobs Alessandra Pussy Bow Dress with Traditional Red & Blue Oxford Flats


Mars At Venus Ladies Leather Jacket


Caged Peep-toe Heels in Black


Asos Lace Dress in Black


Asos Lace Dress in White



Then again, I'm guessing dad's plenty thankful for that. It's enough to have one fashion conscious kid in the family. *looks pointedly at Dolly*