Wednesday, July 9, 2014


Photos by Erika

Blazer & tattered jeans = Thrifted
Shirt = Divisoria
Flats = Parisian
Canvas Bag = Forever 21

A couple of years back, I received an anonymous mail. Ok, a "hatemail" to be blunt. It voiced out how he/she/it/they dreaded me as a person entirely, poking the right spots with such accuracy & precision. They despised the way I look - how ridiculously skinny I am (or was), how disgusted they were of my tattoos. They hated the way I speak, that they cannot contain sneering whenever they heard me. They mocked my thrifting habits, and taunted the way I dress.

I was enraged initially, of course. I wanted to scream - at whoever it was' face. I wanted oh-so-badly to lash out. My heart twitched, I almost let out a cry. I kept on wondering what was it that I did wrong? Is my fashion sense really THAT kind of bazonkers? Was stepping out of my (fashion) comfort zone another decision gone bad? I was wringing my brain for answers. It got to me big time that I was thisclose to un-believing myself. I was offended, outraged even. I had to fight off the strong urge to type a 3-page response to whoever it was, because it seemed like the most logical thing to do at the time..

But I didn't. 

I chose mature instead of logical.

I chose to re-believe in me instead of logical.

And simply because of the realization that ITJUST. WASN'T. WORTHIT. :)

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Day by day..

Photos by Erika

Vest: Thrifted
Jeans & Shades: SM Department Store
Pumps: Mario D' Boro
Fedora: Borrowed

My heels alternately click & clack as I parade through my daily life. There are days when I feel strong & tough; when I feel well-armed with experience & all that. While there are some days that I feel under the weather; and sometimes there's this need to fill a misplaced gaping hole. Sometimes it goes out of hand.

Then suddenly, something jolts from oblivion. Shooting a message in invisible sticky notes. It took me aback that I'd have to pause.

I guess these millisecond life halts are healthy. It gives you the perfect time to breathe; or just blink.

I snap out of my zoned-out state, and I catch myself smiling. It dawned on me that no matter how crazy things get, eventually, it will just all turn out as wonderful. I guess we will never have everything figured out. No one probably ever will. There will always be episodes of going off course: stupid decisions, shallow tears, wrong turns, embarrassing moments - but there will be lots of epic moments too: family time, travelling to a new place, laughing boisterously with friends, a clearance sale at Forever 21.. the list will go on & on.

I continue to tread through my daily life. I think my feet need a time off of the height of my heels. I put my boots on & tell myself that how ever this day might go, it will boil down to one thing: Life is insanely beautiful.. <3 p="">

Living Life - Sweet Brown Style

Photos by Nyok

Cropped top: Edsa Central Bazaar
High-Waisted Shorts: Landmark
Fedora: Forever 21
Flats: Parisian
Specs: SM Department Store

Toxic people. Bitterness. Insecurities. Worrying. Settling..