He is my only hero

He's my inspiration, my safety blanket, my life.

He's currently in a business trip, I'm left with my mom, cousin and brother. At midnight when dad goes home from work, we talk on how was our day and what happened. Last night I was there, sitting; almost talking to myself. Almost crazy that my mom wasn't the best person to talk to about how I enjoyed my day and what was going to happen on the preceding days. My dad was a normal father; provides, loves and always looks forward for the our next bonding. He is willing to give up the couch and the remote control in a weekend just to spend time with the family. But his kindness is usually abused by me and my mom. I know that, I am a spoiled bratt.

But I'M DADDY'S PRINCESS.

I am made to be a bratt, and my dad finds it adorable. My mom always say that I'm going to grow up such a bitch because my dad gives everything I ask for. He actually asked me what I wanted to get for my College graduation, I said it straight. "I want a Louie." He nodded and walked away. A few days later, he gave me an LV catalogue, asking what I like. I was in awe, "Alam mo ba kung gano to kamahal?" i said. "Nakalagay jan yung presyo. Bulag ka?" dad replied. Yes, my dad speaks to me like im just his friend, and maybe that's why i love our father-daughter relationship. I was graduating, it was a time when all school expenses will stop and I'm asking for a freaking LV, that costs like another 4 years in college. I stopped there, hugged him and said, "thank you, pero phone nalang, mas mura pa." i whispered. Dad laughed, "nahiya ka pa".

I love my dad very much, he always listen to my stupid stories. Like how me and my friends throw dummy phones on trash cans and how I am wanting to work here and there. He never ever criticized my decisions, he stays behind me, supporting everything I want to do.

He had given me life, lifestyle, love and strength. He is my only hero, I love you daddy♥

Exceptionally InKARLcerating

Exceptionally InKARLcerating
By: Sky Gavin

Imagine a nurse wanting to give you meds while wearing androgynous clothes; mostly in dark colors. Its most likely that you are in a fashion rehab being nursed by a brave and famous fashionista.

Karl is a 22 year old Nurse-slash-Fashionista here in the Philippines. He may be spotted going through thrift shops or on the hottest events. Despite busy shifts, Karl makes it a point to escape from his white scrubs to his androgynous ensembles.

Growing up in a fast-phased environment we will definitely know where Karl gets his inspiration but he considers European guys like Charles Guislain as his number one inspiratio because he says that he is not afraid of crossing the borders of gender and sexuality when presenting themselves through clothes . “I’m blessed with with kind and loving relatives abroad who showered me with designer pieces like Number (N)ine, Alexander Wang, Hemut Lang,” Karl continues.

People thinks he is crazy when it comes to fashion but in his blog he put up a quote that says, “u laugh at me coz im different.. i laugh at u coz u all look the same”. Karl’s style is definitely unique and stands out, fashion is his way of expressing himself and he considers his body as an empty canvas that is ready to be splashed and decorated by marvelous clothes. Drapes are usually peoples perception of this fashionistas trademark, “My trademark as people would tell me are the playful drapes I incorporate in my outfit. Also the Chains, buckles , Black, White and GRAY and boots. I always wear boots. It greatly perks up any outfit,” Karl explains.

This Style Icons fascination with life and style has brought him to explore other branches of fashion such as styling. His attentiveness to the latest fashion here and abroad is definitely a way to express and challenge himself to explore new opportunities. He had always believed that, “Style cannot be bought. It is the way of expressing and executing oneself not just in fashion but in revealing the uniqueness of his/her behavior , lifestyle and character.” He currently love Rad Hourani, Alexander McQueen, Gareth Pugh and Tatsuro Horikawa just to name a few designers he keeps an eye on.

The Philippines is not very lucky to have all designer stores so Karl's shopping habits are a bit like every Filipino fashionista; he loves visiting ebay and multiply for fab finds, thrift shops and when all else fails he goes to the generic; Zara, Landmark and some local stores. “I usually splurge on shoes because shoes are a higher form of artwork if you know what i mean. Clothes and accessories can be made or D.I..Y.-ed easily but shoes are SHOES,” he continues elaborating on his buying practice.

The hospital and the fashion world is two different universe and its amazing how Karl lives in both worlds. He is definitely worth your attention and amazement because despite all the glory he achieve, he still manages to keep his feet on the ground and does not forget to be real. With all this being said, Karl is definitely on the right track to career success whether in his scrubs or in his unique garb.



Check out Karl Leuterio at totallyinkarlcerating.blogspot.com.

they turned their backs because they had given everything

they have completed their quest with friendship, why blame them for everything?

they tried and tried to understand. They tried to believe that there is such thing as individual differences, something you dont believe in.

People started turning their backs on you, one by one they drifted away.
It was friendship, but your definition of friendship was undeniably wrong.

We didnt stop the friendship, you were the one who stopped seeing the best in everbody because you were so blinded by your love for yourself. Your love for who you are. And maybe that is why people grow old and lonely, because their selfishness has got in the way. Because the only thing they know is to love themselves whole-heartedly and never knew how to love someone else.


for E.

Leave 'em be

Leaving a mark in history.

4 years ago, we were graduates and now, here we are again.

College was hell of a roller coaster, different people with different stories.

Life was an unusual experience, we were kids before. I just place my face on the ground, kick the wall, cry and do stunts just to get what i want. And now, I am an official adult. My antics are not considerable anymore. It was unfair, childhood was just like yesterday. It was goodbye childhood.

College was the best 4 years of my life, I didn't want to leave college. Brooke Davis said, "i'm good in high school", I wanted to say the same thing now. But I wasn't good at college or being a student specifically. Or am I just denying really hard that I am scared of going out there; the big world.

I have worked before, BPO Industry was nice. But when I worked there, there were exceptions to the rules. I was a student, I can get away with everything. I can skip post shifts by saying I have early classes or productions. I can be late by saying I just came from school. It was special, I felt I was being considered. I was young and innocent in that case. And now, youth has to go its own way.

The thing that sucked the most is being just another person, a normal one. Another newbie in the adult world.

I will admit, I am scared.

Scared of the monsters under my bed,

the world under my bed was the reality i'm trying so hard to suppress.

And now, it found its way out.

it was strength that made us fight

Its amazing how I have been fighting for someone all this years, it may not be the best person to spend the rest of my life with but its the best person who made me feel like a princess. Just like how my dad makes me feel everytime i want something.

Its a pity how people walk all their life with an empty hand, traveling through life without someone to take a walk with. I see people everyday, having hearts broken, having doubts with one another, fighting even with the slightest chance of surviving.

In my 19 years 4 months and 21 days of my existence, i have learned that people are really different but one thing is the same with everybody; that when they see a chance even as small as a pea, they will fight and they wont just fight but Fight hard.

For three years, i faught a battle. Faught in ways i may not be able to explain. But do you know what made me fight all those years? It was the thought that in that three years will come another few years of love and care. Something that is not easy to find, something that is worth fighting for. Yes, i have loved a man for three years. From when he was just a boy til he became a man that he should be. He understands, loves, protects and cares. I will be lying if i say there were no problems, but talking and making the anger pass is a solution for everything. The slighest slip may be the biggest mistake but is also the best lesson you will ever experience.

Love comes in many sizes, shapes and kinds. All can be called love, all can be called a relationship in fact but do we really know what love is. Some say it is just a feeling of wanting a person, some say its caring about them, some calls it fate or destiny. In fact, loves meaning cannot be found (try searching to wikipedia, theres no result for its meaning). I feel old, but my search for its meaning is still an ongoing process. Many may be in the same road, but maybe the answer is already in front of us. In fact, my answer for love is just beside me(a guy in a faux hawk playing dota).

That is love for me,so what is it for you?

3 men of the day

• my problem professor

makes everything worse, asks you to do silly things in front of people, cant get over

everything that had happened or things that are happening,

defamation much?

• The problem child

wants to be star of the show, wants to do all the work but just passes them on to someone else, wants

all the glory, immature, best back stabber

where are your friends?

• The Rude Problem

Ever seen a person who is so irritating by calling the mother of his child a bitch and

being proud of calling her a bitch. Fighting with her girlfriends friend. Telling the mother of his child that she

is not taking care of their kid, so she doesnt deserve the kid. take note, the father is in the states.

spell rude?

the theater is my bed of roses

Since i was 5, i loved acting. Plays and recitals was my forte.

I loved the way my mom sits on the front row, clapping and smiling.
How my dad would buy me chocolates to reward me for a job well done.
How my Granpa will carry me and tell me that i am the best actress of all.

14 years after, i saw myself in the middle of the exact same place where i had done my recitals and plays.
I was there, staring at an empty theater.
my days were over
i will not be on the spotlight.
no audience will clap for an outstanding performance.
i was there, dreaming of what would have been.

suddenly, someone shouted.
"direk!"
imaginations have blurred, colors have faded.
yes, i was the director. The leader of the production, not more than that.

theater, where fake smiles are offered. sadness were drowned. fights are like everyday 'hello'.

being there is like another drama production waiting to take place.
waiting to be performed. waiting to be applauded to. waiting to be seen.

i cannot leave.
i will not leave.
it was my home.

it was my bed where i will take eternal rest.