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Friday, January 2, 2015

#TheSeashellProject2015



The New Year gives us this magical feeling of starting over. Of having a clean slate. 

This 2015, I will make everyday a journey of self-love, positivity & a whole lot more. I will try my hardest to impart inspiration & to be an advocate of good vibes.


How about you? What's your project this 2015? :)

Monday, September 22, 2014

Life in Squared Photos

Life lately meant a lot of pictures (I'm doing the #100HappyDays challenge!), well include (a lot of) selfies on that. Catching up on reading (I have several new paperbacks, & started reading GoT on PDFs!). And discovering more & more places to eat.

Instagram: @kaishizzle

Thursday, June 19, 2014

#ThrowbackThursday - This is based on a (Not So) True Story - Version 1.2


vest = DIY
jeans = Wrangler
boots = thrifted

Today is the day. She is smiling triumphantly because she is already floating amidst the calm sea. She almost drowned, though. From her own tears, that is. She surpassed the crazy storm of emotions that struck her the past couple of days. Emotionally exhausting that was, but none of it matters to her anymore.

She was ready to end the day, but fate decided to tweak the plot just one last time.

It was another familiar setting: blasting sounds from the karaoke machine; the stench of alcohol; the reek of cigarettes ensuing clouds that hovered lazily. She takes a short trip down memory lane. It was quick, but the memories were clear, too clear. He's yet to arrive, but the glimpses of the past beat him there. She blinked them away. She was still sure she will get through this with her head held up high.

Then everything was a blur. The next thing they knew, they were lost in their own world. In between puffs of smoke & the gulps of beer, they talked. About a lot. Probably to make up for the time lost, even though it wasn't really meant for them. He said a lot. A whole lot. After their little exchange of goodbyes over email, she never expected another episode of drama. Her tear ducts are still too sore from last session's overuse. Much to her surprise, he intrepidly admitted his faults, shortcomings, whatever it is that he could never, ever give her. She was flabbergasted as he unveiled a good portion of his emotions this time. She has tried oh-so-hard to undress him of his inhibitions from before, but now, he's stripping, almost bare.

The deep sighs, the endless sobs.. But no matter how much they cry, the fact that "it just can't be" still remains. No, not in this lifetime. The talk has turned into blubber now. Of apologies, and of thanks, for being part of each other's lives.

And the promise.

The promise that in the next life, it would be their turn. They would then be together. No more shitty ordeals, they will simply be together.

She woke up with puffy eyes & a heavy head. With vivid memories in tow, she faced the day smiling. Smiling the way she did before she was supposed to end the day. She was able to prove to herself that it was true. What they had was true. And for once in her life, she was given the closure that she needed..

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

2013 in a (not so) few words..

365 days have passed by yet again. As I look back, there have been a series of the good, the bad, & the ugly. It brought about a lot of change, yet there are many things that somehow stayed the same.

Gratitude plays one of the major roles in my 2013. I was able to reconnect to people that I was thisclose to losing: (some of) my friends, my family, myself. I'm happy to have found my way through the labyrinth of my crazy mind & out to the open, enlightened & full of positivity.

More importantly, rediscovering my self-worth was the highlight. Closure has paved the way. I'm glad that I've been able to reach this state in my own accord. Not due to anything or anyone, but with self-willingness alone. The heaviest baggage has been lifted off my boat, so now, I sail ever smoothly..

Monday, December 30, 2013

At some point, you have to grow up..



You know you're getting old when you're not really a fan of the office girl get ups, and yet you'd have to dress up like one..


Aztec Blazer = Landmark
Bandage Skirt = Divi
Pumps = SM Dept. Store

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Easy like Sunday Morning (or er, afternoon?)



Light fabric. Short shorts. No make up. No hair fussin'. Weekends like these.. <3

Top - St. Francis Bazaar
Sneakers - SM Dept. Store
Beanie - Baguio
Specs - Street Dapper

Hi - Bye

Hello.

After a long time of debating on whether or not I should mature, I've finally just decided to piss a lot of people & start a new blog. So before I bombard your feeds with senseless stuff, I want to do a(n) (in)formal (?) introduction of what you're about to witness. Brace yourselves, here it goes:


My name is Kai. 20ish. BPO diva. Skinny as hell.


Self-proclaimed grammar nazi that errs a lot in grammar. Acrophobic. Narcissistic is my middlename. 


Worshipper of the Sun. Frustrated Writer & Photog. Goodvibes advocate.
Well, ok, I'm a fairy sometimes.


So there. Few words. Few pictures. Get ready. There will be more. A whole lot more. 


Happy Holidays! :)



XO,

Seashell