Personal Project: Coffee & Flowers

Coffee & Flowers: Routines

I’ve recently become very attached to my daily routine—I feel like the ins and outs of everyday are something that as a student, I wasn’t really able to appreciate fully because of the loose structure of my life back in college (the later years, anyway). I always felt like I was either in such a rush—to get to school, to beat traffic—that I was always half and half out of my routine or in a state of intense apathy (f it, I’m not going today). In a lot of ways, working has really reinforced that part of me that enjoys the stability of knowing where I’ll be, when I’ll be. I’m not sure if all this will be very interesting to anyone but I decided to share this anyway because it makes me happy. 🙂 And that’s what coffee and flowers is about. Click under the cut for more!

Personal Project: Coffee & Flowers

Coffee & Flowers: The Skinny on Weight Loss/Fitness FAQ

One of the things that I get asked the most about recently is how I managed to lose weight, why I did it, blahblah. I thought that I’d post this up both as a means of answering these questions and helping people who’re interested in getting into shape. As an awkward, extremely uncoordinated, unathletic girl I know how hard that can be.

In the span of around 4 to 5 months, I lost 32 pounds. I began working out at 137 pounds and now weigh around 105 pounds. 🙂


Click under the cut for the full skinny on FAQ like workout programs and all that jazz.

Books Projects Writing

Three Letters to Dead White Men

It’s preview time! For EM Zine Issue 5 I decided to turn in the first few bits of work for a large project that I’m working on to submit elsewhere in the coming months. 🙂 These shorts are written in the format of the title–pretty self-explanatory.

And of course, I began with Freud. Click his beautifully instagrammed face below or here to download the preview.

Personal Project: Coffee & Flowers

Coffee & Flowers: In Spite Of

Some days you’re just a little down in the dumps. And even if things go as planned, something feels a bit off: like you’re performing an action but your bones are misaligned and you just can’t get it to feel comfortable or like the thing you’re trying to do.

I’m on leave tomorrow; I need some me time.

Yesterday I hung out with my friend Abby, who is one of the few people that I met almost solely from selling stuff online. We sat for a couple of hours, talking about books and nostalgia and photographs and aesthetics we liked. We had really good coffee and a really good, refreshing conversation. It was one of the highlights of my day yesterday–the others being having sunflower crackers and coffee with my friend Ron early in the morning before working on preparations for EM’s launch and giggling with my friend Trizha on a carpet. I also found out later on in the day that Ron and Abby are the only two people who are working (or who worked, in Ron’s case) on a poetry thesis and eventually, I got them to talk! So yayyyy! 😀 Expansion of friendship circles!

Keav (my boyfriend) stayed over this weekend and I always feel better when’s he’s here–like things are going to be okay and nothing is ever that bad. I’m very lucky to have met him (we met really coincidentally) and to still be with him after all this time–of course things aren’t always perfect but for the most part, things are great. When all things fall apart, I can always count on him to be there.

All this good stuff is happening at an opportune moment, I suppose because I woke up today feeling really strange: on one hand, I was glad that we sold almost everything at last night’s launch and that nothing bad happened but on the other hand, I felt a kind of despair in the air as well.

I realized I don’t like drinking beer with strangers and I like attending events more than holding them and that a lot of people who you fall out of touch with, you fall out of touch with for a reason: last night I had a conversation with a friend who I hadn’t seen in a while and I realized the reason we hadn’t seen each other in over a year is that we had nothing (or not much) to say to each other anymore. I realized that just when you’ve settled into yourself, it’s almost time to shake that comfort off again. We always have to keep moving, sometimes this is freeing and sometimes it’s painful but I guess in spite of that pain we keep going because what we’re really working for is the priceless luxury of things that are in-between.

Is this all too vague? Maybe. But it’s all I had today, so goodnight. 🙂

Project: Coffee & Flowers

Coffee & Flowers: Summertime

I just realized today that one of the saddest things about no longer being in school is the absence of a summer vacation. I’m definitely not a beach bunny but I do really love the summer.

I find that there’s something comforting about the heat and how getting ice cream can be called a necessity–as opposed to what it usually is: an additional three inches of fat. I like the feeling of sweat rolling down your nape and the cooling sensation of having the fan blow it across your skin until it disappears somewhere between the cloth of your shirt and your shoulder. I like how taking a bath can offer so much relief and how there’s no need to waste water waiting for the heater to work. I like how you can go to the mall in the middle of the day, catch the first movie and eat popcorn in the cool air-conditioning without feeling cold because it’s so damn hot outside. I like wearing shorts and tank tops and cut-offs and sneakers and sandals.

Summer is laying on your back and reading time–it’s beer below zero time, it’s wearing bandanas time, it’s fuck you I’m dark time, it’s yes I’ll have green mangoes time, it’s watermelon time, it’s I’ll spend 50 bucks on Magnum because I can time, it’s look at my hairy pits time, it’s I’m going to free-boob in this tank top today time.

I am a December baby but I would not do well in cold weather. I am a child of the summer (said all of the ASOAIF characters–hahaha).

Admittedly, DLSU doesn’t have the longest summer vacations but it was nice to be able to start the day whenever I wanted and to have the luxury of spending the day writing or reading or “educating myself”. Today is a Saturday and I’m sitting at my desk. I tied my white curtains up so I can see the neighbor’s roof (there’s a thief who’s been climbing roofs–but that’s another story). It makes me want to fry an egg. Or suck on ice candy.

My niece is starting day care in June and seeing her so excited for it makes me think about why people have children. If for nothing else, maybe it’s so they can watch someone fall asleep slowly while lying on the couch in shortshorts with their top up, rubbing their belly while a fan blows in their faces and on the TV screen, Ariel jumps back into the ocean after saving Prince Eric.