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

Carrying On..

Photos by Jake

Jumper - Landmark

Shirt - Baclaran

Sneakers - SM Dept. Store

The 20 something path may be far from what I pictured it to be. Albeit all the spanking & beating my tiny self have gotten along the way, the battle scars will always prove that I never go down without a fight. Never have, never will. But for today, I will set my big girl worries aside; put my dungarees on & continue walking. And just giggle with giddy, childlike wonder..

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="">

@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 - 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..

Mondays..

Photos by Sane

I used to love Mondays because of you.. 

Nah. I just love Mondays. Period. Have a happy week! :)

Shirt, Pants, Studded Cuff - Gift

Beret - Baguio

Shades - Divi

Boots - Thrifted

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

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

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