Confessions of a Self-Proclaimed Fashionista.

I miss the days when I look like I am heading for a street party, pero in reality papasok lang ako sa office.

I miss the days na mukha akong nagtatrabaho sa Makati (with the ties and pull-overs), pero in reality mag-aayos lang ako ng merchandise sa Gateway.

I miss the days na I could go out and stun everybody by wearing, at the very least, four colors of the color wheel all at the same time para lang mag-edit ng graphics.

I miss the days na I could wear any sort of jacket I like kahit sobrang init sa labas.

I miss the days that I could go to work and wear plaids, white pants, red pants, any pants I want as long as they cover my bee-hind.

I miss the days that I look like a blast-from-the-past (with the retro look) para lang magbuhat ng kung anu-anong fixtures.

I miss the days that I wear neon rubbers over my favorite red skinnies para bulagin ang sarili.

I miss the days that I get to wear my FAVORITE (and signature Tim look) leopard-print Vans over my funky maong pants para lalo pang sugatan ang aking sugatang paa. (That leopard shoes does kill me. Pero who cares, a little price for beauty.)

I miss the days na ang dali-dali kong hanapin kasi I am the nag-iisang makulay na tao sa store. (Now all they have is my hair to spot.)

I miss the days that I get to wear my pearl suspenders para pampa-effect sa plaid pants ko. Ho god when will I ever use them pa kaya especially now na one day na lang ang day-off namin...

I miss the days when I get to wear scarves na mukha kong Koreanovela, pero in reality magwa-wiring lang naman ako ng kung anong sirang platform sa trabaho.

I miss the days when I get to layer myself with every hue possible to lighten up my mood.

I miss those days na I look like a neon pop-art advocate to lighten up people's mood.

I miss those days na I looke like preppy para kunyari smart ako and extremely intimidating.

Ho God I miss me. A lot.