smurfs top - thrifted, skirt - thrifted, denim biker vest - thrifted,...
Last year, I wanted to do something crazy to my hair. Since I got tired of coloring it over and...
Last year, I wanted to do something crazy to my hair. Since I got tired of coloring it over and over again, I thought, why don't I get an undercut instead? But I wasn't brave enough at the time. I wasn't ready to shock my family and friends - and possibly cause some of them heart / panic attacks.
Just imagine how surprised I was when I found out today that my biggest girlcrush ever [2NE1's Dara Park] just got an undercut?! I'm so jealous and at the same time ecstatic to see her in this brave new look! I'm jealous because I wanted that hairstyle so bad (last year) and I'm so happy cuz if I couldn't have it, then I'd rather she does because, well, duh, she would look perfect in anything. Heck you can make the girl wear a rug and go all-out-britney-bald and she would still look as perfect as ever!
So, I'm guessing this is her new look for their explosive comeback this year. Fierce and badass! I'm even more in love I can only let out a never-ending sigh. Doesn't she look flawless?
Some things look better slashed and torn. This disaster-stricken shorts of mine is a perfect exa...
Some things look better slashed and torn. This disaster-stricken shorts of mine is a perfect example. Thrifted. DIYed. Makes me happy every time I wear 'em. ^_^
I may not be posting a lot lately but it's not because I'm slacking off. In fact, I've got a lot lined up for the blog! I'm just not completely back on track yet...but I'm getting there so bear with me, yeah? xx
After years and years and so many years of wishing, planning, and begging my friends to co...
Had it done last June 12, Independence Day. It's already been in my skin for 6 days but I'm still on a high - and I want more! HAHA. This is a total dream com true for me.
I've wanted to get a real tattoo since I was in fourth grade after my Nanay came home one day with a silly little present for me: it was a tattoo sticker of a mermaid that I placed in my chest. Since then, I promised myself that when I grow old enough, I'd get a real tattoo. I don't remember anymore how many of my friends, cousins, and boyfriends I have bugged to come with me when I get inked. Some said "no" cuz they were against it, some said "yes" but they never really kept their promise.
This year, I met someone just as crazy as I am, someone I can completely be myself with and not feel ashamed of it, someone who doesn't even have to try to read my mind because everything inside my head is exactly the same thing running in his. I met a boy version of me. :)
When I told that boy about my long-time dream of getting inked, he was just like, "F the rest of the world. Let's do everything you've always wanted to do." Those were not the exact words (lol) but that's how it sounded to me. So I thought, let's start with the number 1 thing that's been on my list for a decade and a half. Get inked. That's when I started planning again. I prepared a tattoo design, saved up for it, and mustered enough courage to get on with it.
I was supposed to get a hugeass lightning bolt tattoo on my left ribcage (think Freja Beha Erichsen's rib tattoo) but after countless words of discouragement from random people telling me rib tattoos hurt like a mofo, I decided to just take things slow and start with a small tattoo instead.
As for the whole tattoo experience, I have to say I did pretty damn good for a first-timer. I was sure I could handle it and I'm not gonna chicken out but I did expect the worst. I told myself it's okay to say ouch and even cry if it really hurts like hell. But well, it didn't come to that point. Not even close. HAHA.
I did hurt, but not enough to make me wail like a pig being cut in half in a slaughterhouse. The pain was there but it was tolerable. The kind of pain you can just totally ignore and be like "Oh, okay that hurt a little, what was it we were talking about again?"
I'm not being a smug little brat right now. I'm just saying I handled it well and I didn't throw tantrums just because I got poked by needles on my ribs and it freaking hurt - unlike this guy. Maybe I'm just really numb like that? Maybe I have a high tolerance for pain? Maybe I was more excited than hurt or scared? Maybe I wanted it so bad that I couldn't care less about the pain? Maybe I was lucky I have a great support system (Hey J!) And maybe my artist was just really good at what he's doing! [CHECK HIM OUT RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!]
Crazy Beautiful. Very self-explanatory. I don't really need to get down to the nitty gritty. Those are the only two words that can really sum up everything that I am: my story, my attitude, my personality. Everything is crazy but I have learned to embrace my insanely weird self and love everything about it - my crazy antics, crazy style, crazy sense of humor, crazy taste in everything, crazy thoughts, and crazy dreams. People call me crazy when I see beauty in a huge mess. Is it wrong that I find something to love when the world is giving me all the reasons to hate? Yeah, maybe I really am crazy but hey, do I look like I care?
♥ Photos by MP00386
Rag & Bone Resort 2013. A cute mini dress paired with a tough leather jacket always wins ...
Top - thrifted | Shorts - thrifted x DIY | Thong sandals - SM Dept. Store | Sunnies - ...
This was supposed to be my "Hello Summer!" post 2 months ago. But as they say, time flies when you're having fun. Didn't notice summer was over until I came out of work today to a heavy rain outside our building. Yeah, it's all over. Just like that.
At the risk of sounding so effing cliche', life still goes on. Instead of wallowing over what was lost, I choose to move forward and brave the unknown. Whatever happened over the summer, stays there. I do not blame anything or anyone just as much as I do not regret a thing at all. Everything happened for a reason. Of course we don't always love it when things change, but let's face it. There is nothing constant in this world. It would be a total bore if everything stays static, wouldn't it?
All I know right now is that I'm not afraid to keep on living. (Yes, that is a line from an MCR song. stfulol) All good things must come to an end. Not because it's all over, but because you need to prep yourself up for better things to come. I'm not gonna say I'm a hundred percent ready for what's in store for me, what I'm sayin' is: I am not afraid. That's it. That's enough. That's all I really need.
So...farewell, summer. Until we meet again. :)
*All-thrifted! Still can't get over how awesome these leggings are! I'm a hug...
Still can't get over how awesome these leggings are! I'm a huge sucker for anything with skulls and crossbones in it that's why I went crazy when I saw these from our supercool neighborhood thriftshop! There is just no way I'm letting go of these badass pair of leggings, ever. They're like a warning sign for something dangerous. Haha.
Photos were taken by The Boyfriend one beautiful Saturday morning, after an all-nighter at work. My hair was a limp mess and my eyebags bigger than my eyes, but I just couldn't stop smiling. I wonder why. ^_^