I first heard about FABLAB Aesthetics from a girl friend. She had a lash lift, and it looked so natural! I made a mental note to try it before my trip to Singapore later this month. I got my chance last September 28. I had a Fab Lash Treatment—a combination of keratin lash lift, lash tint, lash botox and collagen under eye treatment. Basically, it's like my lashes had a rebond and then a brazilian treatment all in one. The results? Va-va-voom lashes that can stop any man in his tracks.
I've been itching to try Weekend for ages. The Weekend Kitchen and Taproom is a gastropub located at The Greenery. The chef is Jan Rodriguez, the main man behind Ila Puti, a long time favorite. The opportunity presented itself during our dear JR's birthday celebration. Confused on where to dine, I told the crew we should check out Weekend.
But not all nail technicians are created equal. Some are gentle, while others wield the cuticle pusher like an axe murderer—you feel like they're about to hack your fingers or your toes off any second. The best ones can take out the ingrown nails minus the excruciating pain. They can even revive dying nails. Having the best nail technician is like finding needle in a haystack. I'm feeling benevolent so I'm going to share mine. When I say they are the best, I swear by it because I am someone …
Five years ago, a friend of mine introduced the Science of Mind concept to me. If you are familiar with The Secret, Science of Mind (SoM) is the in-depth version. It's where The Secret was based on. The theory behind SoM is easy enough to understand. Practicing it, however, is another thing. There had been so many improper mind conditionings we were exposed to that it takes time to make new neural pathways. One practice in SoM that helps ease you into the SoM state of mind is the gratitude …
Last week, he was gunned down during an operation against him. He was allegedly a drug lord/protector. If he is one, then I'm the Dalai Lama. Allegedly. Innocent until proven guilty. What happened to him was lamentable. I sincerely hope there was no miscarriage of justice, or may our Lord have mercy on us all, on His role as the final arbiter.
Then I realized I don’t love me enough, and that’s how I understand maybe why you don’t either. But I pray you do, and that I am wrong. I hate being wrong but this is the one time I hope I'm so wrong. Do I love you? With all my heart and you know it. I don't wish that you love me the way I want to be loved—I just want you to love me the way you know how.