love – Page 2 – Gizelle Faye Creative Studio

honey, we can talk about anything

as a kid, i remember my mom asking me to stay silent for even just 5 minutes. yes, it was that impossible for me to stop talking. i was infamous for blabbering about anything that was on my mind. ironically though, despite how talkative i am, i also enjoyed being alone. but i did talk to my stuffed rabbits or dolls or sometimes to myself, as i attempted to write an amateur novel.

years later, i never thought i could my meet my match and in my soulmate at that. harry talks more than me. his brain is filled with so many ideas and information, i am rendered speechless. so on our usual saturday night date over pasta and cheesecake, while listening to harry talk about one of the authors he spoke to at work, i realized that one thing i should always be thankful for is how harry and i never run out of things to talk about. after 34 months of being together, you would thing our conversations would go in circles and would grow duller by the moment. we will never have that and i’m thankful because not everyone can have that.

printed maxi dress – thrifted

long black cardigan – thrifted

beaded sandals – gifted from harry (people are people)

black belt with gold studs – pratunam, bangkok

necklaces: fairy – props | watch – hongkong

bangles – props and carbon finds

rings: blue stone and skull – carbon finds

making over my boyfriend

harry asked me yesterday what for me is fashion’s significance in society. it felt like a miss universe question and i wanted to immediately answer, “world peace” without batting an eyelash. haha! kidding aside though, i had to think hard before answering because weirdly, i’ve also been wondering the same thing for the past few days.

here’s my answer: “even if we want to deny that physical appearance doesn’t have anything to do with our well being, it does. by looking physically good, we feel mentally and emotionally good as well. take for example, “how do i look” (the reality tv show in lifetime tv). the ones who undergo the makeover initially don’t agree that they need one not necessarily because they don’t like to dress up but because they’re not confident enough to do so. by dressing up (and at the same time being modest about doing so), i’d like to believe that i inspire other people to do the same and in the end, they feel good about themselves.

harry said: “exactly. just what i thought. and for that, i’m not only getting inspired but i will be joining your world.”

i said, looking at his ratty outfit: “in that???”

we had to burst out laughing because that’s just how we are. we take turns annoying each other. seriously though, i have indeed seen a transformation in harry ever since i met him more than 2 years ago. back then, he used to own only one pair of sneaks, a handful of shirts and one pair of jeans. he admits to having his eye opened to personal style by me. by being passionate about my personal style, i guess i’m transforming one person at a time.

white top with lace shoulder detail – pratunam, bangkok

brown pleated pants – chatuchak, bangkok (originally armand’s)

lace-up wedges – gold dot

camel braided belt – pratunam, bangkok

zebra-print fedora hat – sm dept store

cross necklace – borrowed from aimee

rings: skull and blue stone – carbon finds

bangles – carbon finds

Sensible Wishes

Besides good health and time spent with my family, here my sensible birthday wishes this year:

Books by Haruki Murakami and Jane Austen

New painting materials + spare time to really paint:

Lessons

Lessons on pattern making and sewing:

And the most sensible of all, more flat shoes for all the errands I have to run:

ps. I know the Jeffrey Campbells are not flats. I have been secretly desiring them for months now! Who hasn’t right?
11 more days to go before my birthday — the books are available at Fully Booked or National Bookstore and the painting materials can be found in Visayan Bookstore or National Bookstore. The shoes??? Well, I accept local ones inspired by these amazing ones! *wink*
images are courtesy of:http://www.mariawilliam.net/materials.htmlhttp://tatler.typepad.com/malpaso/http://thepocket.wordpress.com/http://vintagesewing.info/1940s/42-mpd/mpd-01.htmlhttp://www.polyvore.com

lace on my pocket

got this oversized shirt from my last thrifting trip with my mom and sister. i just fell in love with the lace pocket and the dalmatian print. my sister, once again eyed me and said, “it’s so you. weird.” i had to smile because it’s true. we had so much fun trying out the outfits in the dressing room. our voices were so loud that the other shoppers might have been wondering what we’re up to. i miss moments like this with my sister. we’re inseparable and used to spend so much time together that strangers would ask us if we’re twins. here are some photos of my sis and i, being just camwhores and enjoying each other’s company:

aims, though you’re a spoiled brat, a big dramaqueen and a pain in my ass, i still love you to pieces.

dalmation print oversized top – thrifted

black leggings – random

navy blue flats with rhinestones – parisian

white oversized bag – celine (my li’l sister’s)

dog-tag necklace – custom-made

gun-metal bangles – props

black layered beaded bracelet – random

opposites attract

this photo was taken last week when i was waiting for the emission testing and annual registration of my car. i wasn’t in the mood to dress up for work so i basically jumped out of bed, took a quick shower, hid my hair in a headband, wore my favorite shirt and black leggings. i think my blue bag saved the outfit (it’s a christmas gift from harry in 2009 — which i pre-chose by the way as he is so clueless about shopping! LOL)

before harry, i’ve been single for 5 years — dating but no commitments. i’ve had my heart broken a couple of times because a guy couldn’t commit to me — intimidated by me, the way i think and my strong personality. i tend to be irrational, sarcastic, be tomboy, a perfectionist, spontanoues, moody, aggressive, and…smarter?haha! let’s just say i laughed at picked up lines to guys’ faces sometimes intentionally. and welp, i don’t dress as simple as other typical girls too. i got frustrated with going home alone everyday that i asked our manager who was a good friend if there is something wrong with me. he told me, “well, maybe you need someone stronger than you. who can control you.”

oh, he was so wrong! i didn’t need someone who can control me, i needed someone who would complement me. i got the guy of my dreams and more. harry and i are total opposites in pretty weird (and funny) ways.

i drive = he cooks the dinner.

i love sports and was an athlete = he was an orator and a student body president.

i love technology = he loves history.

i love punk rock, brit rock, indie and new wave music = he loves oldies and standards.

i am health conscious = he doesn’t even love wheat bread (LOL)

i love change and spontaneity = he likes to be safely where he is now

i love the beach = he loves the mountains

i tend to freak out easily = he stays calm

i like dogs = he likes cats

but you see, even with our opposite loves and personalities, we mesh well because we respect and support each other. and i have never been happier.

grey tee – thrifted

black leggings – ???

denim jacket – lil sister’s

zebra-print headband – props

grey suede flats with metallic detail – so fab (a gift from big sis!)

blue faux leather bag – maldita (a gift from harry!)

necklaces: dog tag – custom-made | gun-metal reindeer – gift shop

sunnies – thrifted at carbon

of alarm texts and music

“you mean the world to me.”

waking up to this sure makes my day better. harry surprised me with an alarm text message on my phone. so i get to wake up everyday with that text. i’ve been feeling low over the last couple of days and felt slightly disconnected from the world. aside from all of your encouragements and sympathies, i’m so thankful that harry is here to bear with me despite my weirdness, sadness and grouchiness — man, i can snap like that and he’d just swallow hard and take it all in. it’s only to you hon that i’d say sorry for being a bitch. *sincere apologies*

music is a big part of my life. and especially on days when i cannot begin to grasp what i’m feeling, i immerse myself in music. for days like these, i am thankful for:

frou frou

imogen heap

regina spektor

the national

the honorary title

john mayer

up dharma down

your music has kept my life in balance.

i’m in love…and always will be.

the four mini-cakes that made me smile. and made me forget all my worries and frustrations. one or two is nice but four? i love it! and i couldn’t ask for more. we had lunch at our fave vietnamese restaurant, lemon grass and ordered all the food we could stuff our faces with — spicy and sour seafood soup, grilled spare ribs and pad thai noodles. it’s so funny because harry ordered two bottles of light beer and got tipsy right after! he was wobbling a bit in broad daylight!

i’d like to thank everyone for the sweet advice and comments on my previous post. after letting it all out, i rationalized the situation and decided to take the high road. i am their team leader and i realized that i have yet again expected too much maturity from my team. they need guidance. they need to be seen on the same level. i have decided to not ignore them but to help them. so last night, after hearing them rant (again!), i took a deep breathe, sat beside them and looked them in eye, asking what exactly happened. i wrote a serious e-mail, asking for help from the managers and will be taking it from there.

*crossing my fingers and still wishing they won’t rant so much*

received an adequate amount of tax refund for the year 2009 and had to splurge on shoes. new to my lovies — zebra printed bow flats, tan flats and ‘matthews’ peep toe heels.

striped shirt – thrifted

blue cropped jacket – thrifted

black leggings – ???

grey flats with zebra printed bow – sm dept store

black bag – lil’ sister’s

black belt with animal printed buckle – big sister’s (haha!)

sunnies – thrifted at carbon

rings – props

ps. check out eden of chic in the tropics‘ give-away for those readers in PI!

complaining about all the complaining

mustard button-up dress – thrifted | grey tights – sm dept store | black peep-toe booties – celine

owl watch necklace – thrifted at manalili | bangles – props + gifts | black bag – lil’ sister’s

sunnies – thrifted at carbon

i really hate ruining this day as harry and i turned 24 months today but all the negativity at work has really gotten to me and has somehow brought me down. all because they were all expecting to get something which is not necessarily something owed to them by the company. what i hate is all the complaining. as if they’re just waiting for the answer to fall from heaven — or in this case, the ceiling since we are confined in the office. nobody has approached me about it and even asked for help. it’s as if it’s their fight and complaining and being negative is their way of solving it. negativity really brings me down. it tugs on me like an anchor and honestly, it gives me back pains (from all the stress of being bothered by it)… i mean, not getting involved personally at work is easy to say but i can’t help it — especially when i can hear them ranting all the time. threatening resignation? what the….

there…i’ve let it all out. one thing i learned from my college best friend is patience. and to not complain but proactively step-up and allow things to happen and evolve. to be positive. and think that everything happens for a reason. i wish people can learn to be positive. see, for once, the bigger picture. be damn thankful.

and learn to let go.

to my honeybee, i’m sorry for rambling.

happy anniversary!

the past two years have been a blessing.

happier = less words

i’ve been thinking about what to write here. and i almost thought i’ve gone totally illiterate that i can’t write as much as i did before. i used to fill journals of my feelings or thoughts and when i read them all again, i couldn’t identify with what i wrote anymore. in it was a girl with so much insecurity, self-doubt and desperation. don’t get me wrong, i took risks (in both my personal life and career) and went on great adventures but i built a wall around myself. i showed people i was strong but deep inside, i was filled with fear. i don’t want this to sound like an attempt to write a script for a romantic movie but when i met harry, i slowly dropped the wall and shed the bitterness away. i thought i have lived my life to the fullest by going on multiply road trips and partying every weekend but i found myself going home, my journal in front of me and still feeling empty. when yapi (me) met harry, my journal entries became scarce and my thoughts are now of the future and no longer of the past..and possibly my life with him. could it be that if we’re happier, words become scarce…? because as of now, i am happily speechless…

floral printed bubble top – maek fashion

black leggings – bought from mom’s friend

black peep-toe booties – a gift from harry

grey bag – mongkok ladies market

chained watch with rose detail – elegant tang dynasty

angel wing and woven heart necklace – props + sm dept store

rings – props

sunnies – manalili