Past Revisited

(DRESS: Bangkok streets/ BELT: thrifted/ SHOES: Material Girl/ PURSE: from Mita Bo/ RING: Charlotte Russe/ BANGLES: Forever 21)

Dressed up for a mini-batch Reunion with batch mates who happen to be in town.

Flaunting florals

Tear-drop shaped peeptoes

Hair buns make me look like a boy

Back in high school, everyone had their own clique or posse as kids nowadays would want to call it. I’m glad that 10 years after graduation, I have strong-friendships from my batch even outside that so-called group. Thank you, SHS-G! (our all-girls school that doesn’t exist anymore ever since they made it co-ed)

Hearters don’t have ugly handwriting. #shsg #heartersinhouston

Regina, Adelh, Chloe, Jerry and Nicole at Pappa’s Seafood

“Because tonight just proved that you DO meet real friends in kindergarten. Had a great time catching up with girls I haven’t seen in years but have known my whole life! Till next time dearies.”

~Rhea (Regina)


My Bohemian Cover-Up

(HAT: Icing/ DRESS: Rue 21/ SHOES:fringe/ CLUTCH: from Pauline and Marie/ RING: H&M; from Veronica/ NECKLACE: thrifted)

What I love about the Bohemian look is it’s “free-spiritedness”, it is unconventional and most of the time avant-garde unless you tweak it a bit and make it conform to certain standards which in my case when I wore this outfit was the church’s standards. When I go for Bohemian, it usually is whatever goes and whatever I feel like wearing—let’s just say it’s my “comfort outfit” (if there is such a thing) and on this particular Sunday, I needed all the comfort I could get. I rummaged through my closet and opted for a sheer printed Bohemian tunic dress the I could easily slip-on. I was under the weather and feeling lousy when I went to the usual 9 am mass for my cantoring duties and I needed something comfortable and relaxed, to disguise my crappy self. I let the bohemian prints, the fringe details and a little dab of lipstick mask the watery eyes, the raspy throat and the runny nose. Sandra, our choir director, was nice enough to offer a substitute for me but I made that decision to sing that day anyway.

I’ve learned from my theater training that no matter what happens, the show must go on. And I’ve done that;I’ve gone on stage missing a prop, missing a part of my costume, missing a sound/light cue, I’ve continued acting while a slight wardrobe malfunction was happening and even performed right after I got discharged from the hospital after my tonsils gave up on me. They say in the world of theater the only time you’re excused is when you’re dead. Harsh…I know but that’s pretty much what UP theater majors live by. And I said to myself if I’ve done all that for the love of theater than I have no excuse not to get on that podium today; I’m doing this for my love of God. St. Augustine says that “He who sings, prays twice”, I held on to that thought when I sang that Responsorial Psalm. The funniest thing was when the lights went off and a power surge occurred right around the last verse of the psalm and I had to sing a capella in the dark. I knew that God was teasing me…Yes, the show must go on and so it did, the rest of the mass went by like a breeze. Mass was finished and I was relieved, as I got up and gathered my stuff a lady approached me and told me “Thank you for helping us pray today”, I smiled and gave a slight nod. Right then and there I knew that HE helped me make the right decision.  I am overwhelmed.

Bohemian Tresses: Working my just-got-out-of-bed-hair

♫ Smile though your nose is runny..haha ♫

The Standard Autumn Color Palette: different shades of browns, reds and mustard.

…and then there were Mint Green toe-nails. Haha. I need a pedicure.


…And Another One Gets Hitched.

Pre-reception cocktails

Kahtleen ❤ Francis

Look past the center piece—cute moment Mark and Janie. Awww…

My brother was nice enough to join me at the table since my supposed date couldn’t make it that night.  Let’s just say he was still a thousand miles away.

The Groom’s Cake—says a lot.

Showing the Zavallas some love on wood.

It’s always fun to see these girls at weddings. Love our color palette. Haha.

Another wedding, another opportune moment for me to picture my own and figure out wedding details in my head. Haha. I’m telling you…this “one-wedding-after-the other” deal  is providing that push that I needed to finalize what Marc and I want for our wedding.  Ultimately the ceremony and the reception were both meaningful (awww, the bride was crying as she approached the altar) and the after-party a blast. I could tell coz I missed taking photos of the wedding mad libs on our table and the “In sickness and in health” giveaway pouch they prepared. Oh…and did I mention they had an Animated Flip-Picture Photobooth instead of the usual standard one. F-U.N.

Anyway, I’m keeping this short and skipping to the highlight of my night—Me fitting my Prom Dress from 11 years ago.

A classic lavender one-shoulder asymmetrical gown by a pioneer designer in Cebu, Philippines, Mr. Felix Yu. I must admit I wasn’t too fond of the gown when I first got it because it was simple compared to my batch mates ostentatious dresses created by a much younger generation of designers. I later adored how the gown came in my favorite color and how the the upper bodice was pleated with a ruffled flower on my shoulder created with the same material. It was nowhere near what my friends had that time and I wanted to wear something like theirs, I wanted to fit in. Tube top dresses and all-out crazy bead work was trending at that time and yet this simple gown that someone labeled “pang tiguwang” (for old people) bagged me the title of Prom Queen that night. Yes, I know…its just a title and 20-30 years from now it won’t really matter but that night I learned a bunch of important lessons; #1– I should trust my lola and mom more often. Just because they’re old it doesn’t mean they’re baduy (lame, outdated). #2- Simple can be Beautiful #3- I don’t have to “fit in” and be like everyone else all the time just so I could feel good about myself and #4 I shouldn’t care so much about what other people think or say, If they have nothing nice to say about you then stay way from them. Life will be so much better.

I just went down memory lane there for a bit, and to top it off I’m sharing a few “Before and After” photos of THE dress. Photos on the left were from Prom Night 2002, Photos on the right were from the recent Zavalla wedding. And i’m giving you permission to laugh; don’t worry I’ll try to laugh with you. Haha. Talk about #awkwardyears . I can be pessimistic about this and say to myself “Great Rhea, now you know you didn’t grow an inch since 3rd year high school” but Thank God I’ve learned to embrace my height. Besides not everyone can fit their prom dress 11 years after prom. As for the dress? I kept it coz it’s a classic.

Mugshot Photo. Haha.