Today I want to:
1. Clean the house
2. Spend time with family
3. Blog
4. Sketch
5. Finish my book
6. MAYBE get in some work
IT’S ISSA DAY
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Life From The Back Of A Habal-habal
Everyone is always in such a hurry… that’s basically what’s been on my mind for the past two weeks. This is basically how I knew I has going to start this blog entry. Somehow, I need to figure out how to end it.
I was feeling a bit gloomy lately- without any logical reason to feel that way. I guess it’s a girl thing or my unending feeling of “uncontentment” [it’s not a word, I know.] or maybe it’s because I like to create drama in my life. Maybe it’s all those things.
I felt for a while that maybe it was because I had grown tired of my routine: work on weekdays, province on weekends and maybe something interesting would pop up in between. It occurred to me that maybe I was not getting the most out of life and maybe I just needed to get more out there… which to my surprised happened to be a night adventure at the back of a habal- habal. [I’ll think up of the most random shit when I’m “weird”]
Sure it was pure chance, sure it wasn’t premeditated… sure I had a choice NOT to get on that damn thing. But I sure as hell did it and traumatic thoughts and stories aside, I’m glad I did it.
Here’s what happened: I rode a habal-habal [motorcycle] at 9:30 in the evening from Badian to Car-car. That’s an hour and thirty minutes away and believe me, it felt longer.
I did it because it was new, I did it because I felt like I needed a sense of adventure, I did it because I was stupid but mostly, I did it because I wanted to go home. It was a long and scary ride/ drive because 1. I’m not from any of these places and 2. don’t be stupid, you know why it’s scary! lol
Looking back on it now, I probably wouldn’t do it again. I would not spend P400.00 on a machine of death, no siree. But I would do it again for the sky. I’d do it again so I can be scared and unsure. I’d do it again to feel those emotions, look up to a sky full of stars and feel… at peace. I wish there was a more dramatic way to say it. You had to be there!
Because everyone really is in such a hurry these days and it’s the rush, the hustle and the bustle that scares me. It’s that feeling that what if the whole world is rushing, moving forward, succeeding and here I am floating that pressures me. And I feel this way all the time, I guess I’ll keep feeling this way for a long time. And I know the fighter in me is gonna want to keep up and so I shall persist but I know I will always have the sky.
I just made you read 500 words about looking up. you fool.
My Summer Essentials [feat. Polyvore]
Got a little bored over the weekend and decided to have a little fun with polyvore. At first it was just supposed to be one set but I guess I got a little bit carried away and well, now I’ve made an entire blog around it.
Enjoy!
Bikinis
If you’re wondering about the lack of style and diversity in my choice of bikinis… it’s because it’s true.
I’m a bikini girl and never will I be the type to sport a one piece unless I’m training for a meet or a “thlon” of some type.
I am in love with triangle bikinis and only recently have I discovered the joys of a bandeau. Also, this year sporty is in so I’m looking forward to seeing more ladies in sports bra types of bikinis especially with fringe 😉
Cover ups
I’m basically in love with anything I can throw on after a quick dip especially one of good material that isn’t too heavy and takes forever to dry. Ladies, a shirt is not a cover up. I’m not saying this to make fun of you, I’m saying this so you don’t have to worry about putting something on and waiting forever for it to dry up.
Can I just be totally honest and say that I don’t use sun block? Sorry! But I know it’s important so that’s why I included it in here. The main idea was just to include a bunch of hats and shades and call it “protection” but I know it’s soo much more than that. Hey, I even threw in a picture of some lip balm to remind you to moisturize your lips! #itssomething
[see cover ups]
Footwear
Flip flops, striped wedges, boat shoes, JELLY SANDALS!!
So this post has sort of been in my draft folder for about two weeks and if I don’t post it now, I’ll never be able to do it! I kind of faded towards the end though since I don’t really have a lot to say about them, I just really liked the pretty clothes I saw. heee.
Show me your summer outfits and summer sets on my facebook page!
xx,
Issa
[Photo Diary] Knock 3 Times For Summer
Apparently, I spoke too soon when I said that I most likely wouldn’t be able to have any escapades this year (I stand corrected). But I’m glad that I was wrong, I’m even happier that my summer adventure came early this year and I’m happiest that I FINALLY got to go on an adventure with people I’ve been friends with ever since grade school!
Friends, meet a very small portion of our group: TOYBUDS.
I really don’t know why we call ourselves that or how that name came to be but we’re too lazy to change it so, I guess that’s what we’re gonna keep calling ourselves for the next 50 years. LOL.
Just out of curiosity… what is your groups’ name? 🙂
I’ve known these bunch of cuckoo cuckoo heads for a very long time and I’ve kept them in my life despite transferring schools in second year high school and despite going through college and everything in between and after. We all try to our best to keep in touch and get together every once in a while and of course, spend trips like this together as well.
This weekend we went to our friends’ beauuuuutiful rest house in Badian (not Barili. Doi!) and went to Lambog to catch some rays over drinks and icky sand. It really was a beautiful experience and it was definitely the quick fix to the rump I was going through over the week. Sometimes life can be so complicated and uncomplicated at the same time. Sigh.
The outdoor shower. My favorite part of the house.
Alyssa getting in the way of my shot.
And the Mcdo cup we used to drink on the way there. LOL
The beach front @ Lambog.
Entrance fee: 0.00
I hope the start of your summer is as happy as mine is!
xx,
Issa
Tropic Thunder ϟ
I’m really glad that summer is here and that it’s the season for cropped tops and short shorts. It’s freakishly every where in Cebu and if I couldn’t go to work in shorts and a shirt, I seriously think I would have dropped dead by now.
Work is definitely going to keep me preoccupied this summer so I doubt I’m going to have any legit escapades this year. I’m really bummed because Paolo and I won’t be able to make it to our annual Bohol trip for our friends birthday and I could definitely use the beach!
But if I’m not going to be able to make it to the beach, I might as well feel like I’m there anyways! I’m really happy that I was persistent on buying these shorts at Gaisano Carcar for P250.00 (I’m really a cheap skate like that, yeah?). It took me two weeks of convincing and weird dreams to actually get that and I’m actually really glad that I did.
Sometimes it can be a bit hard to buy (who am I kidding, that’s the fun part) and actually put multiple outfits together with pieces that are so big and bold because they’re soo memorable but hopefully, I’ll be able to use these shorts more than once. We’ll see. You’ll see. #waitforit haha
As for my top, would you believe that I had it made in 20 minutes?? Yes friends.,I am finally taking advantage of the family business and using it to my own selfish advantages. hehe. It’s a very repetitive yet simple process. I take a bath, pick out what I want to wear, realize that I don’t actually have that piece of clothing, run to our production area, ask our head sewer to whip it up for me (she knows my measurements) and in a few minutes I’m out the door! But actually, before that our sewers make me walk around and show them what I’m wearing. They get a kick out of me actually dressed up and not in house clothes. Go figure.
AND LOOK WHO TOOK MY PICTURES!!
It’s the babeforfood! 🙂
I had a really rough day at work and decided that I was done. Thank the Gods in the heavens that Justinne was at home mixing so I decided to crash her place.
Here are some random photos of us fooling around:
See you guys later at the Sprockets Cafe for the Create Your Own Brownie Cake! #cyobc I’m going to coerce Justinne into giving me that overnight stay and THEN, I’m going to win first place at Slogos night… because I can.
xx,
Issa Perez
p.s. Sorry for the sloppy writing. My head is so weird today.
Play House
I love it when we play house. When I come home to you and I race to kiss you first but your lips are already ready for me.
I love it when we play house and you’re the messy one and I’m trying to… not.
I love that the house smells of bacon and I’m kind enough to put my manicure on outside.
I’m in love with the thought of cooking for you but if I had to clean the house everyday I think you’d need to give me more than just a walk-in closet.
I like that you can be in one room and I in another or we can be across the street from each other and I can still feel you.
One day you’ll walk in on me dancing around the room with my headphones on while I’m listening to Phoenix’s Too Young because I’m currently addicted to that song and one day, I’ll catch you trying my lipstick on and it will just be the best time of my life. You’ll not only know but will EXPERIENCE Issa of no bathingland but you will also experience the issa of leavemealone land. And God forbid to I ever have an encounter a paolo of supergassyland and paolo of doeverythingformeland.
We’re playing house like it’s something that’s second nature to us except I don’t know your dogs rituals yet and I don’t have a desk with a window with a view and my own desktop where I can write my Sunday mornings away. I have Pharell’s “Happy” on constant replay resounding in my head and you know what, it really isn’t a bad thing.
You really aren’t a bad thing.
To The New Grads, Photogs and Everyone In Between
I admit I’ve been a bit off with my timing lately. I totally forgot about the graduation season (although one of my very close friends just graduated) and it’s a ga-zillion degrees outside yet as I am typing these very words, I am covered in 2 layers of clothing and a jacket. #insaneinthemembrane
I can only think of a million posts I could’ve shared with you guys like “tips of what to wear for graduation” or something of the like but instead, I’m going to share my sentiments with you. You know, I sort of think that’s better.
Sorry but I just HAD to post my graduation picture (to be appropriate) but don’t worry, I won’t steal your facebook thunder by making this my profile picture. Not pointing any fingers. Or am I? *smirk*
Let me tell you a funny story…
I only found out I was viable to graduate on the night before our graduation itself… at around 8:00 in the evening! Clearance signing is a bit different if you’re a nursing student and let me tell you, the road to my graduation was a long, bumpy and agonizing road!
To make a long and very emotional story short, I eventually did graduate after a lot of tears, pleading and raging. On the day of my graduation, and I think everyone of CDU BSN 2012 can attest to this, I was perhaps the most emotional person amongst all 700+ of us. Man was I a mess! I cried to entire time from the graduation march to the receiving of diplomas and I was even crying when I received my special sports award. There are no nice pictures of that day, I tell you!
And honestly, I wasn’t crying because I was sad that I was leaving college. I was crying because I was relieved that I was finally done with it because I strongly disliked college. I was lifted because my 4 years of torture had come to an end, I was free from fulfilling other people’s dreams (nursing. Need I say more?) and I was ecstatic to finally start fulfilling my own.
So my message to all the graduates is:
Congratulations! It’s time to start making your dreams a reality. Carefully but diligently fill your book with lessons from the real world- travel, fall in love with life, get a new hobby and learn as much as you can. Learn the things that college could never teach you and let nothing hold you back now because, nothing should be holding you back! Correct your mistakes, make up for lost time, get lost and find yourself in the wreckage. Do something out of the box, find your dream job and try not to settle for less. Find your direction or at least try to map out where you want to be and where you’re headed. Don’t let the past traumatize you and don’t let the future intimidate you. And please, do it for me, enjoy every passing moment. The world is yours for the taking and isn’t that invigorating?
Change is inevitable and even my mom can vouch for that (despite how old she is) so don’t just roll with the punches, be a bad ass bitch and punch back! Be grateful everyday no matter how hard it is and always try to remember, things could be worse- you could be wearing an expensive mink coat and have animal rights activists cover you in paint and set you on fire! And lastly, don’t forget the people who’ve always had your back. Success isn’t fun when you have no one to share it with.
For only 8 days, Malu Dingal, will share her expertise on Engagement/ Pre- nup photoshoots from May 15 to May 23 at The Movenpick Hotel, Mactan.
For those who are hoping to make a career out of photography or for those who want to brush up on any skills or learn from someone else, this opportunity is definitely something you should look out for!
[secretly screaming inside: why is everybody getting married?!?! in a frustrated/ terrified voice. There is still PLENTY of time for me, right? #nopressure]
For more details/ inquiries check out Malu Dingal’s official website:
HAPPY SUMMER, EVERYONE!
Fashion posts coming up soon!
xx,
Issa Perez
Sentiments at 2:00 am
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A New Perspective
Aside from the new layout, a lot of things in my life has changed lately. I don’t know how many times I’ve mentioned this but in case you’ve been out of the loop of what seems to be my crazy life, I am currently running our family business. And this may sound like something wonderful in it’s own state but let me tell you, it’s… well, I’m still not sure. lol
As much as I love being able to manage my own time, I don’t necessarily start work at 8:00 and end at 6:00- I am almost always working. And that doesn’t even touch the surface of things! Since I’m in charge of everything except for finances, I need to do time tabling for our production, purchasing and meet with clients (which is often times the most tiring part of the job).
Aside from working with my family, I also had to “sort of” move back in. I say sort of because I sleep at my parents house on the weekdays and I go back to my place on the weekends. But since Paolo moved to the province and I try my best to spend weekends there, I sort of feel like I don’t really have a permanent address anymore.
I entitled this post A New Perspective because my life has really changed in the last few months. I’ve been taking on bigger responsibilities, I got an assistant and I’m just really trying to be a big girl now and mark my territory on this tiny city I call home. I don’t think I see things the way I used to see them and since this is after all a fashion blog first and foremost- I guess I can say the same about clothes.
I’m pretty sure every girl in the world has done this at least once in her life!
One of the down sides about not having a permanent place to stay is that you have to plan your outfits ahead unless you can afford to travel from one place to another AND still have time to visit clients. So to address the problem, I’ve resorted to drawing because 1. I find it very relieving and 2. It helps me organize and picture out what I like. I also label them because well, I’m a very weird person and I don’t know why this still surprises you!
One thing I’ve learned from avoiding the commute from the South to the Metropolis is that you can never go wrong with a white polo shirt. Duh! It’s not uncommon and I’ve practically overused this rule but gosh, who am I kidding? I’m a white polo girl foreverrr. There’s just something about a crisp white polo that fixes everything and instantly screams, “I mean business! TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!” which is usually what I’m trying to portray when my clients think it’s funny that a 12 year old is handling a family business. #thatshitseriouslygetsold
So whether you’re 12, 20 or 60- never be ashamed to whip out that bad boy! With the help of the right accessories, it’s easy to achieve the look you want. I decided to wear my bib necklace that I got as a birthday gift from Justinne because I thought they went along great with the new loafers I scored when I went to the province. I’m always such a sucker for cheap finds and I kid you not, I will over use them!
Loafers from Car car @ P240.00
Scratch on my left foot from falling into a canal playing with my dogs @ Priceless
Shades: Forever21
Necklace: Terranova @thebabeforfood
Polo shirt: Loalde
Belt: YRYS
Skater skirt: Thrifted
Bag: Hand me down
Have a good weekend!
xx,
Issa
Think Of Me If You Can
sigh. I miss you.
And I just think that there is soo much on my plate right now. often times, too much
