A step into this new barbershop concept brought me a few years into my future (if all else goes as planned, hehe) – but it’s neither because of the ambiance nor the elements found inside. It’s mostly not the tangible that puts my interests to rouse. What provoked the difference was the feeling that I had – the feeling of refinement and sophistication, almost into grasping that finesse of being a gentleman (if there’s such thing).
It has been told in this very blog (wow) that I have always been a 90s kid. Now I know some of y’all may say that I ain’t no 90s kid ‘coz I was born in the late 90s but I don’t really care because I feel what I feel and there’s no point of arguing over it. It’s like arguing that Cady Heron cannot be from Africa because she’s white. Pointless, really.
Hey! It’s me, Kerr. Kerr Quevedo. Welcome to my blog!
It’s been a while since I posted a style post because I have been really busy these past few months. I am in that phase where I really need to amp up my school game so I could get through my fourth year in college. Thankfully, it paid off. I am a fifth year Engineering student now and I’m just really happy.
I love the fact that traveling makes me feel like I’m at home. Since Maria Sofia Love said it, it has been engraved to me that the world is our address. And it has established an implication that each travel opportunity is an instrument of bringing us closer to home. Pak ganern! Continue reading
Daya is asking where the good boys have gone to hide away.
Let’s just say that we’re here studying real hard to have a great future.
It’s really hard to be an adolescent these days, especially when you’re a college student. People just think that it’s two of either school, social life, or rest. When, in fact and subjectively, it’s more than that; there’s family, academics, love life (for the lucky ones), homework, resume-building, friends, hobbies, PROPER SLEEP, and extra-curricular activities. It is a cycle of stress and guilt-rest that seems endless. Continue reading
The death of a star is when it exhausts all its flames away. The death of a creative is when his flaring passion wears off. A star can withstand billions of years alone by itself long as it is burning as bright as it can. A creative can continue to feed his soul with his passion and he can live with it in content even in appraisal’s absence. Continue reading
Y’all may know by now that my life is highly influenced by the Mother Monster, Lady Gaga – Queen of fucking everything. Since I started stanning* her in 2008, several of my life choices have been inflicted by my fanaticism over her supremacy in the pop culture. I learned to think out-of-the-box, take risks, and be open-minded. I’ve never seen someone so rich and glamorous yet so down-to-earth and humble, at the same time. Continue reading