It was sunny when we arrived in Cebu Thursday afternoon but it had started to drizzle when our cab pulled into Kukuk’s Nest’s driveway in Lahug City (I did not take note of how long the ride was but it’s pretty far from Mactan-Cebu International Airport). After checking in and settling in, my friends headed to the hostel bar while I stayed behind to fix up a bit, connect to the internet, and order online flowers. The rain had gotten considerably stronger and this is what greeted me when I went to the main entrance.
Dun dun dun dun! Cebu, cebu~
Hello! I got back from Cebu last night and the entire trip has me wishing I were a rich kid (the kind who works for fun and not out of necessity) with a trust fund and all the time and money in the world to travel.
I’ll probably blog about the trip (though not in detail because really, what we mostly did was drink and relax) in the coming days as I have a nice amount of things to do at work. Part of me is glad to be back in Manila where I can have hot showers (we didn’t splurge on fancy hotels), stable internet (I really dislike SmartBro), and Insanity (I ate soooo much and I’m back to googling how to reduce belly fat lol) but a bigger part of me is still wishing I were back in Cebu, hanging out at Kukuk’s Nest with a beer and a bacon and egg burger, not thinking about anything but how nice it is to be there.
Just two more photos.
This yellow dress was all rolled up and packed in my traveling bag, ready to be worn at the beach later this week when I woke up to the sound of rain. Rats. I was planning on wearing either a maxi dress or white tights but the last thing I wanted was getting the hem of my skirt wet and dirty or mud spattered on WHITE tights so I opted for something short and well, bright and happy.
Repetitive photos but it’s okay because I’m cute ~under the cut.
Not a lot of photos because I’m honestly too tired to go through everything I took over the weekend. I had an incident this morning which sapped me off almost all my energy— I caught a construction worker on the roof of the building behind my apartment peeping in on me through my second floor window. Long story short: the baranggay captain and the building owner asked I not file charges or a formal complaint against the guy.
It’s funny because I’m 25 years old and I still turn to my folks (especially my mom since she’s the one with the mouth lol) when things like this happen. I should be able to handle these things on my own.
Anyway, the weekend in a nutshell: Saturday— SM shopping with Jewel and Tin, and then Rabi’s rockstar-themed bachelorette party at Malayan Plaza; Sunday— quick trip to Greenhills and then hung out at Tin’s with a couple of our friends.
Shopping outfit. Thrifted ruffled top, thrifted khakis that need ironing (lol lyk who dus dat), thrifted Cath Kidston bag, Janylin wedges.
It has been a hectic week (and by hectic, I mean playing Lucky Train in between “creative” breaks from work) but I cannot not post this entry! As I mentioned in my previous blog entry, I modeled gorgeous gorgeous GORGEOUS! lingerie for House of Vanita almost a week ago. It was a last-minute decision, taking Lauren‘s spot as she had to back out a few days before the show. Truth be told, I almost didn’t do it.
You see, when I first got the email/invitation to model for them last August, I thought about it for a day and decided it wasn’t for me. Weird, I know, since I’m always parading around the internets in my underwear,
anyway. Ramp and IRL is different from photos, though; in photos, I can find flattering angles and suck in my stomach and have control over what I show to the world. I also have a myriad of insecurities (I am never skinny enough!!!) and worries (er, unflattering angles, of which I have a lot). So I ignored the email and forgot about it until Lauren asked me early last week if I could do it.
Once again, I gave myself a day to think before deciding to do it. To quote Hilary Duff– “Why not?” After all, I’m not getting any younger and I’ll try anything once. My boyfriend had his reservations and asked if I really wanted such an ostentatious debut into modeling. I wouldn’t go as far as calling this a ~once in a lifetime opportunity~ but bobdamn, I’d be a bucket of regret if I didn’t do it… nevermind that I had no time to prepare aka starve myself to cokewhore proportions.
I still don’t have photos from the event itself but here are some from before and after the show (and few during, taken from Tin‘s camera):
They fed us pizza during rehearsals aka the night before the show.