This Is The Layering Trick That's Perfect For The "-Ber" Months
If you're wondering how you can instantly add some oomph to your look, or if you're thinking of ways on how to expand your closet without breaking the bank, you don't really have to shell out more cash to do so, Candy Girls. All you have to do is layer, layer, layer!
Mastering this technique can be a little challenging because of the unpredictable weather in the country, but doing so will work wonders for your fashion game. Take advantage of the chiller atmosphere of the "-Ber" months, and try this easy to do layering trick perfect for the cooler months ahead!
Layer a sweater over a button-down shirt to create a preppy and stylish look in a snap!
Keep your OOTD sleek by wearing a fashionable cropped sweater over a classic white button-down shirt. End the look with a pair of black bottoms for an OOTD that can take you from group presentations to a quick dinner out with the block afterwards.
For a cute school uniform for the day, dress down the serious white button-down by wearing it under a sporty cropped sweater. Leave a few buttons of the button-down shirt unbuttoned to bag extra style points, and to show off your cute mini, too!
If you're going for a chic and classic look for the day, wear a thin sweater dress over your button-down tunic, and add denim jeans to the equation. Keep your accessories fun and vibrant for a sophisti-cute OOTD.
If the weather is extra chilly today, or if you plan on cooping up in the library for a big exam, battle the cold with a chunky knit and button-down combo. End the look with a pair of edgy boots for an instant dose of cool!
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This is a drawing and a poem I’ve made for a summer love. Our time together was short-lived but the feelings were not.
On a platform we stand
Faces seen all in a blur
Relentless searching led by a spur
To find someone, to feel something
Aren’t we fools to waste away time?
To look for one man’s treasure
Somewhere as ephemeral, as fragile
As a bond built in crime
But aren’t we just like every weary heart?
Hoping for an oasis
In the midst of the desert
Wanting to quench our thirst
Aren’t we all like frosted windows
Of old and battered houses on winter?
Wishing for the sun to give us warmth
To melt the facade so we can show what the inside is made
Aren’t we maven pretenders?
A Casanova? A Temptress? Who made us this way?
A sly fox? A ruthless hunter?
Let down the walls, It’ll be okay
Rushed for a hug, now no hesitating
Engulfed by a sense of bliss or was it longing? Eyes wide-open,
Stepping on a quicksand I embraced the fall into the deep end
Gazed at you lying there unaware With you, found something rare I swear
Realization dawning as loud as a thunder
As the Beating of your heart put me into a deep slumber
Waking up from this reverie
Truth slapped me back to reality
Two worlds so different, now I see If only I could I’d be anything and anyone you need me to be I’m the ludicrous clown, you see
Thought if I ruin it first I’d be free
From the doubts brought by my own insecurity I was so wrong,
What a tragicomedy Brought by the month of April
We rushed the ticking of clock to May Hands interlocked
Weaved skin to skin on a rainy day But when June came to say hello, all went dark grey
What was once there ceases to exist Like the wilting of a flower
Once so beautiful, so full of life Now turned into dust by death’s kiss
Unbounded joy brought by your presence
Paralleled with the perennial ache of your absence Yearned for and offered seventh heaven
Now the heart weeps for evanescence
A mirage, to be the fair maiden The sorrow to find out I’d end up our own villain
But all’s well for you are but a distant dream Gamaliel, You are, I knew it from the very beginning .
Written by me, the one-shot story
Coffee is about a girl who used to cherish moments with someone in a cafe. Sometimes, a simple drink can leave an imprint on someone's mind. ____________________________________________
It's been a year since my boyfriend and I broke up. I love him and he loves me too but things just didn't worked the way it should be. Now I'm heading at the cafe where we started and ended. I have no choice but to go there after all it was made up of both happy and sad memories. But that's life , right? We can't be happy all the time. Challenges come and hearts can break. But it doesn't just end there.
"One signature coffee , please." I said as I ordered from the cashier.
"What size?" she asked.
"Small." I said.
Then she took my payment and I headed towards the seat near the window. A window seat.... for two. The cafe was surprisingly full tonight unlike the past few days.
Again, I have no choice but to sit on that window seat. It is where we sit often. It is our seat. Our place. There are a lot of couples at the cafe and wow I'm alone. There's a part of me which says you should be happy because he's not the only guy in this world. Another part of me says you're still hurt so don't pretend to be happy. The truth is , I am both happy and sad. I'm happy because we're both free and we can focus more in our careers. But I'm sad because I'm not the other half of his heart anymore. I'm sad because I let him go even though I still love him. I'm sad because I can't see him. I'm sad because I can't share this relaxing coffee shop where we can chill with the aromatic smell of the coffee.
"Small signature coffee?" the waitress said as she serves my coffee.
"Yes. Thank you." I said.
"Since you're a regular customer here, we would like to give you this item for free." the waitress said. She handed me a purple journal with the name of the cafe on it and a pen.
"Oh thanks." I said .
"Enjoy your coffee!" she said.
I took advantage of using the freebies from the cafe. A window seat is also a bonus in inspiring me to write something. While sipping my coffee my brain and my heart began to function smoothly.
And so I wrote: My coffee has been cold lately, I can't feel anything after taking a sip and there's no heat to leave a pain on my lips. And it was a relief. But then, I remember one thing about sipping a cold coffee instead of a hot one: cold coffee doesn't leave you any marks when you sipped it, just like a blunt feeling. But a hot coffee will leave you a remarkable pain from the heat which reminds you that you are alive to feel....
I closed the journal and stared at the window. He was the coffee. The hot coffee. No matter how our breakup hurt me, he left me a mark and a lesson to learn. A hot coffee can be a challenge too or an obstacle. They all made you feel that you are alive. That you can go on with your life. You can still stand up. Love taught me to move forward. He taught me to be stronger. He is love.
WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE A BROKE FANGIRL/FANBOY
One of the proudest things as a fan is the feeling that you are part of their growing fandom and stardom. From streaming their songs online, watching their music videos, TV guestings, collecting photocards, albums, lightsticks, attending to their concert and fan meetings surely, you're a fan! But there's a problem, MONEY.
It's really heartbreaking when you hear that members of your favorite band are coming and their concert is just around the corner but here you are thinking of how to sell one of your kidneys just to go to their concert (kidding).That no matter how much you try to save, it will never be enough for a ticket because you are only a student who has limited resources or if you're an adult, you have bills to pay. So joining a "team bahay" livestream is your last resort, but sometimes even those links don't work!
Of course if there's team bahay there's also "team airport/ team labas", fans who waits at the airport hoping to see their idols upon their arrival. How we wish we could also attend and be part of it, something like shouting their names, fanchants then cry out of happiness while waving their lightsticks or banners. What a concept isn't?
Hey, cheer up! being broke doesn't make you any less of a fan. Know that there are other ways to support and love them. For sure our idols have the same and equal love to us no matter what "team" we belong (team concert, team airport/labas and team bahay).Maybe for some people, they might think we are being overly dramatic without knowing that for us fans, their existence itself and music saved us and made us happy once in our lives. -Gwy June 16,2020
Yes, I am a woman! I have many imperfections and flaws but it doesn't mean I cannot do my best to be better.
Yes, I am a woman! I have acne on my face, on my back, and shoulder but it doesn't mean I'm less attractive.
Yes, I am a woman! I have strecth marks but it doesn't mean I cannot show my skin and be proud of it.
Yes, I am a woman! I can be skinny, fat, voluptous or petite. But it doesn't mean you can shame me because of my body.
Yes, I am a woman! My skin can be white as snow, tanned in the sun, brown like the color of my eyes but it doesn't mean I cannot be proud of my skin tone.
Yes, I am a woman! I can have curly, straight or wavy hair but it doesn't mean you can bully me for having a unique hair.
Yes, I am a woman! I can put make-up on my face; red lipstick, thick eyeliner, smoky eyeshadow or putting nothing at all but it doesn't mean you can judge me by that.
Yes, I a woman! I can wear whatever I want; mini skirts, shorts, crop tops or swimsuit but it doesn't mean we're doing that for men.
Yes, I am a woman! Virgin or not! It doesn't mean you can call me a slut or anything you want.
Yes, I am a woman! I can be sporty, nerdy, adventurous, workaholic, independent and do some men's work but it doesn't mean you can treat us differently.
Yes, I am a woman! We deserve to be respected and loved by everyone despite of our differences.
A Polaroid Series: My study on Monochrome Value
I started this collection to kind of join the bandwagon of Polaroid drawings from various talented artists while studying Hyperrealism. I hope this doesn’t trigger or encourage smokers because my primary intention was just to study and practice hyperrealism, and value. If any anything, I hope this encourages artists or artists-to-be to grab a pencil, create, practice, and hone their skills.
I have plenty more to learn and I honestly didn’t think I could ever do something this detailed, and I hope this does inspire others. Lastly, DON’T SMOKE! I don’t judge smokers— You do you, however, you need your lungs more than ever during this pandemic! Keep ‘em healthy!