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UNIQLO #ArigatoFanFest

October flew by with a whirlwind of events so I’m so ready to welcome a calmer November with open arms.

One of the best ways we can start a new month is to give thanks to all that has supported and encouraged our passion and growth through the years!

I’m especially grateful for Uniqlo Philippines for being part of my fitness and style journey. I love how their pieces are great as stand-alones but also very complementary to anything I pair them with.

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I’m currently enjoying my black active seamless bra (cross back,) AIRism UV cut mesh hoodie, AIRism performance tights, and Dry-EX ultra stretch shorts ensemble. I’m usually a colorful person but I’ve been inspired by Budokon’s simplistic color scheme that I found myself gravitating towards darker shades now. Fortunately, Uniqlo also offers so many choices of colors to suit anyone’s mood and personality.

The best news of all is that Uniqlo is having a week-long #ArigatoFanFest celebrating YOU for all your support and enthusiasm over the brand. Come drop by any branch to check out their special offers and celebrate this week of generous thanksgiving! The Arigato Fan Fest runs from November 2-8 here in Manila! See you guys there!

 

What We Choose to Fight is so Tiny!

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The Man Watching

By Rainer Maria Rilke

I can tell by the way the trees beat,
after so many dull days,
on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can’t bear without a friend,
I can’t love without a sister.

The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
across the woods and across time,
and the world looks as if it had no age:
the landscape, like a line in the psalm book,
is seriousness and weight and eternity.

What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights with us is so great.
If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.

When we win it’s with small things,
and the triumph itself makes us small.
What is extraordinary and eternal
does not want to be bent by us.
I mean the Angel who appeared
to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
when the wrestlers’ sinews
grew long like metal strings,
he felt them under his fingers
like chords of deep music.

Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.