So I'm Kinda Back For Good, Methinks

Initially, I just made this blog because I had nothing better to do, and I wanted to see what the fuss was about, with these bloggers calling their blogs "their baby". While you didn't exactly push it out yer vadge, still, I kinda get it.

I want this blog to have direction, some kind of purpose. Mainly, I just want to have fun with it but I also want to discover more about myself and the choices I want to make in the future. Also, I want to find my personal style and hone my fashion IQ(There's so much talent and so many names out there, it's hard to keep up, especially for a melancholy fourteen-year-old who aimlessly surfs the amazing internet for such and such).

I also want to write for the school paper, so maybe I can wreak havoc in this blog first before an official publication.

Before this turns into a rant, let me reintroduce myself.
Hey, I'm Lou. This here is where I post anything that inspires me or catches my fancy. I hope to put up my own pictures, once I get a camera (hint, mom, dad). Now would also be a good time to tell you I'm an aspiring poet so please do excuse the sentimentality.

P.S. I have no expectations of what this thing will turn out. I just want my own space in the web. Geez.

To send out good vibes, I insert this fancy picture of lovely Freja:

Dance, Dance, Dance

Freja Beha makes me question my sexuality. I don't know why but I have a thing for these boyishly gorge models with cropped hair. See Agyness Deyn. But fuck Aggy, I am so Team Freja now. Freja supposedly was named after a Norse God of fertility and beauty or health or whatevs. Man, she just makes me go wow. I wish I had that kind of appeal that makes men AND WOMEN go crazy. Brad Pitt has it. Freja has it. I don't. Yet. Let's keep hoping, the year's still young.







Yesterday was great. Thank God I decided to go to Thirza's beach party at Amara. That place is beyond words, stunning. If Cebu was New York, Amara would be the Hamptons. It's where the filthy rich vacay. Too bad, wealth doesn't assure good looks and we saw no boys of merit there. By we, I mean me, Benett, Thirza, Diane, Mara, Glenalu, Stephy, Ianne, Kristian and Mai-Mai, Thirza's cousin. I let go of my inhibitions and donned a bikini, even with my belly hanging out for the world, (or at least, Amara) to see. Swimming is definitely on my list of feel-good activities. Tiring but fun. At the end of the day, my whole body was on atrophy, I couldn't move a single muscle without feeling pain. I came home at midnight and headed straight to bed, without even popping my earphones. Normally, I can't sleep without music but last night was an exception. I was so wiped out. It was a kind of euphoric tiredness actually. The muscle ache still lingers though.

I'm reading a book by Sophie Kinsella, Remember Me, in honor of my resolution to read more this year. Yay! I'm afraid I have to log out. I still have lots to do.

Miss Cherie rant

I want a Fifi Lapin Lesportsac now. NOW. I don't care if LeSportsacs are outdated. I don't care if they're s sixth grade. I decide not to follow trends anymore. Oh, that and wear more dresses. To do that, I actually have to buy a dress, which I'm still planning to do. Plans, plans, plans.

What the critics said were true. The producers of New Moon ought to have spent more money on hiring a better cast and scriptwriter rather than wasting it all on hair and make-up. I mean, seriously. Edward looked like a constipated shimmering pale fairy. Bella, meh. Jacob was cute but still, gay. Michael Sheen played his role convincingly and Dakota was fine. Honestly, I only watched it to hear the soundtrack. Lykke Li, The Killers, Death Cab--die.


I enjoyed WTWTA, although I didn't really get it. It was certainly worth the watch, though--silly, funny, childish, endearing. Great soundtrack. Superb cast. Catherine Keener, wow. Last time I saw her, she was a mother/psycho planting cigarettes into Ellen Page's skin(American Crime). God, I love the movie industry, all the tiny connections and actors morphing from one character to the next.



So much for that, lookie what i found.

Today, 2009 ends.

I thought of this really clever opening line but forget it. I felt like turning my life around so I made this list of goals for 2010. It's pretty ambitious, if you ask me but quite achievable too. I just have to be optimistic about this. I'll be watching movies in a bit. I've finally got a clear copy of New Moon, I wanna see how bad it really is. Aside from that, I don't get the hype about WTWTA so I'ma see that, too. And maybe an episode of Glee. Bye 2009, you've been frackin' amazing but I need to move on. 2010 is gonna beat ya for sure.

P.S. I left my heart in Tokyo, down by the river. Happy campy electro beats.

Hook, Line and Sinker, I Got Him

I'm still getting the hang of this blogging thing, I hope I can navigate my way through this. I still have no idea why I decided to sign up for this in the first place. I just surfed through the fab blogs of bryanboy and tavi and whatnot and I somehow deluded myself into clicking the Sign Up button. Maybe this blog could be about fashion but I'm not that as updated or as obsessed about the fash industry as I was before. I've been hibernating, not reading any magazines or books and basically, just whiling my life away in Tumblr. Addicting but nonproductive. I need to get out of the rut. Maybe that is the reason why I'm here typing this. I'm ready for something new. The Aughties are over, I'm saying buhbye to my old life. Hello, 2010! It will be my year. I can just feel the good vibes.

P.S. Skins season 4 will definitely be something to look forward to.

Now I have a blog. Cheers!