YVANISM: Jose Killed Me Last Night

Every time my friends would ask me out to drink, I never said no. I'm always up for drinking. I don't care where we're gonna drink, just as long as I get drunk then I'm cool. As the saying goes, "drinking is a sport." And I've really come to appreciate drinking as a sort of escape for problems. Yes, it doesn't solve anything. But there is just something about being drunk that makes you forget about things you want to forget. Even though you'll only forget it for a couple of hours, I want that feeling. I crave for that escape. I'm 20 now, and it really took me a while to discover what my killer is. (In terms of alcohol.) And I found out what kills me! No, it's not 151. Tequila is my killer!

As you can see from our super dirty table last night, that tall bottle named Jose Cuervo killed me once again. Every time we'd take shots of it, I just cringed. I'm so scared in taking shots of tequila... It tastes like rubbing alcohol. And the lemon that you bite into after taking a shot? It doesn't help either. Maybe I am just over exaggerating about the taste, but I don't know. There are a lot more better-tasting alcohol out there. And tequila is certainly not one of my favorites. And yes, I was so drunk AGAIN. We had a bottle of cheap brandy at home. Had a pitcher of Kamikaze, 2 bottles of Bacardi, a bottle of Jose Cuervo, and a couple bottles of beer at the club. And by the way, there were just only 4 of us. Imagine... imagine.

xo,

Jack

Project #1: Upgrade your old tees!

Okay, I will be posting how I made some of my clothes in this section. Don't get too excited though. I don't really make my clothes every time. But enough of the chit chat.
 

So, I was going to attend a friends birthday party... And shockingly, I haven't got any clue on what I was going to wear that time. When I was going through my closet, the only thing that I found appropriate for the occasion was a plain Gray shirt. Well that is because the theme for the party was "relaxed"...and my clothes are no way suited for that theme. Ha-ha!
So at first, I was like, "Okay you can pull this look off. Wear some pants, a cap and your all-mighty Chucks with it then you're set to go". BUT, a day before my friend's party, I wanted to wear something else instead. The down side is, I don't have time to go to the mall and grab something (considering I only shop at Greenbelt and Rockwell coz it’s the nearest).
 

And so, the creative side of Jack kicked in again. I remember when I was in Zara Greenbelt a few months ago, I saw a faded blue shirt with studs on the shoulder. I so wanted to get that that time. However, upon much thought, the fabric used to make the shirt was not something I'm comfortable with. It's the kind of fabric that sticks to your body when you sweat. I'm not a fan of that fabric AT ALL and it’s too pricey for plain shirt with mini studs. So, with a broken heart, I left the store without buying it. 

But no regrets though, cause at least, I had the chance to make my own studded shirt. Here's how I made mine:

 

1. Lay your shirt on a flat surface and make sure everything is in place.

  

2. Measure your desired length for the bottom part of the shirt. Then leave a mark on it.

 3. Cut the front part of the shirt. Leave the back part to retain the original length of it. (It gives the shirt a more edgy look.)

 

4. Buy some inexpensive clip-on studs. Individually place them on the shoulder part of the shirt. Well you can place them anywhere you like actually. But I chose mine to be placed on the shoulders.

5. Add more studs on the bottom part of the shirt to give it that extra something.

 Then, after much anticipation, here it is!

I will post here soon how the actual shirt looks like when worn properly.
I hope you guys liked my first ever D.I.Y. post! 

xo,

Jack 

YVANISM: Are you there, blog? It's me, Jack.

Don't worry. There won't be a lot of pictures of my face here. But since this is the official launch of my blog (we were just on dry run before this), I feel like I need to put one up. Isn't that what bloggers do anyway? Put up pictures of themselves then be apologetic about putting up the pictures?

Well, would you look at that? We got ourselves a lil blogger.

 

P.S. Ain't trying to be an asshole. I love my blogger friends and the pictures they post of themselves on their blogs.

P.P.S. Especially when they are cute bloggers.

xo,

Jack