I have nothing to wear..

Photos by Jake


I buy clothes on a whim. If there's an instantaneous spark; if it involves heart racin' and eyes light'n up, then I know for sure that I'd have to take it home. Clothes are probably the reason why I still believe in love at first sight. Just like the magic that I felt when I laid eyes on this shirt. I already knew that it rightfully belonged to my closet.. I just knew. Especially since it mirrors my thoughts in my daily sartorial struggles.

Shirt = SM Dept. Store

Pants = Forever 21

Shades = Divi

Shoes = Thrifted 

Note to Self..

Photos by Jake

"You're not the kind of girl who settles. Keep not settling.." 

-Joy Wilson

Overalls | Shirt = Divi

Boots = Thrifted

In an Alternate Universe..

Photos by Jake

I consider my blog as my Alter Ego. This is my little corner wherein I'm allowed to be at my bravest, or at my utmost cowardice. Here, I'm allowed to put into words a whole lot of things that seem utterly impalpable. Here, I can be a superhero, or a damsel in distress..

Chambray Shirt | Boots = Thrifted

Skater Skirt = Online Shop

Necklace | Leather Band = SM Dept. Store

Hatemail..

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. :)

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..

AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT!

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nh7UgAprdpM)

@TheSingleWoman

Photos by Jerry

Vest, Tutu, Boots = thrifted

Bag = Parisian

"And the elusive One That Got Away? She has days when she still can't cut the strings.

She has moments of panic when she wonders if her Prince Charming got lost somewhere or decided to settle for another less complicated, less stubborn, less independent princess. Sometimes, she doesn't know where she's going until she gets there..

She hasn't got it all figured it out. Far from it, in fact..

But she loves God & she loves to dance, and she's her own better half. 

The bravest woman I know? She is the reason I do what I do. She's The Single Woman.

She's me, and she's You.."

(excerpt from The Single Woman, Mandy Hale)

#ThrowbackThursday - This is Based on a (Not So) True Story

She has come into terms with acceptance. Just like him, she has managed to get on with her life; yet they kept the thin thread of friendship that bound them. The informal farewell has sent her to Cryingville once again, but not him. He was quite touched with the little exchange of drama over emails. Touched, but not moved. Then again, they went on with their lives, still bound with that thin, thin thread. 

The countdown to the day of going away didn't really hurt her that bad. In fact, she felt free after her crying spree. A lot of suppressed emotional baggage were unpacked during that session. It felt good, alright. To the point that she was ready. Ready enough to face the days to come of knowing he's out of her life for good. 

With a smile on her face, she was strolling amidst the holiday-emptied streets. Yes, she is ready. It felt so real at that moment. That moment when goodbye didn't sting anymore.

(Or so she thought.)

TO BE CONTINUED..

An Open Letter..

 

Button down shirt = c/o Wrangler

Suspenders & Shades = Divi

Fedora = Borrowed

Jeans = St. Francis Square

Bag & Wedges = Thrifted

Dear Self,

              It's way past your bedtime but your head just won't stop wandering. Why do your thoughts keep running around like a bunch of unbridled horses? I know, I know. You're all excited about the surge of inspiration, the outpour of creative juices, but please, hush a little, and keep it on the low-low. C'mon, let's both agree to walk at a steady pace. Yes, that's right. Let's start from the first gear before we thrust into full throttle. You see, it's better that way. It'll definitely help us focus on the path we want to head on, and if anything comes up, we'll get past over it. I'd hate for you to come crashing to the ground once again. You know, all bruised up with the scratches, just like before? Good. I thought you'd agree. Let's maintain this, shall we? Let's chug every moment piece by piece. Let's savor it. Let's devour on how fabulous life can be, because it is. Life is how make it, self. And this time, we'll make the most out of it. We'll start writing about our best-est chapters ever.

XO,

Me