Take Me Somewhere Far from Here
Tonight, I’ll be going on a trip to Bataan with my mountaineering org-mates. In a few hours, we’ll be climbing Tarak Ridge in Mt. Mariveles, and I can’t be more excited.
Not only is this climb a very much needed weekend getaway, it is also of perfect timing. I need to clear my mind of negative things that have been affecting my rational thinking. If there is one feeling that I am very much repulsed at, it is the feeling of uncertainty—that frightening, nightmare-inducing uncertainty. It slowly gnaws at you, like a caterpillar wishing to be a pretty butterfly, until it gets to your core and eats you whole.
There are moments in my life that I really cannot control, but there are some that I wish I had controlled. But I didn’t because I was too weak, too confused, too uncertain to stand by my decision. A sad, sad feeling.
Uncertainty serves as a constant challenge in life, a requisite to a meaningful existence. If someone asked you, would you rather have a lifetime of always knowing where you’re headed, or a lifetime of discovering yourself along the way, what would you choose?
Life is uncertain, so we might as well make the most out of it. I’ll most definitely make the most out of this Tarak climb. I need clarity back in my life.
London Fashion Week: Breaking Fashion Rules
I have just finished browsing London Fashion Week 2009 collections. Noir’s Fall 2009 is definitely my favorite collection. I am in lust. In fact, I am so caught up in my lust that I am still shaking. Haha. Oh my, lovely lovely collection. See for yourself below.
And I must say, Christopher Kane’s Fall 2009 collection is a showcase of genius.
Tied on my third are Twenty8Twelve’s and Luella’s collections. I like how Sienna Miller and sister Savannah’s brainchild is edgy yet totally wearable. Luella’s looks are whimsical yet full-on punk. Fierce. See my fave looks below.
Twenty8Twelve
Luella
Now you don’t have to wonder why London is eccentrically beautiful. Are you ready for Milan and Paris? 
I’ve reached my breaking point.
Sometimes, things just don’t work out the way you want them to—even if you pray to all the gods, cross your fingers really hard, and wish your heart out like mad.
Sometimes, you got to believe that there really is a thing called luck. Sometimes, all you can do is leave it up to luck.
I wish I were lucky. Because I’m tired. I need a well-deserved break from this shit-hole.
This is more than a case of being jaded. This is not quarter-life crisis. And I’m ruling out depression.
God help me.
