Sass, pizzazz, and all that jazz. And oh, a slice or two of pizza too. ^___^V
June 1, 2011
April 25, 2011
Dear oh, dear... at least I tried!
Wait!... How do fashion bloggers do it??
They do it like this, right?
Believe me, I did try my darnest to hide my flabby-ei-shooz arms... to no avail. *toink!
Pray, tell me, is this how it's done??
April 6, 2011
That which does not kill me...
Wore my new pair of lace-up wedges to work today for a break-in. It looked so good, alright, and I think I looked good in it ; but how I survived the commute home is still a mystery to me. Part of me has died - my feet. >< ...Oh, but I'll wear it again on Saturday. That which does not kill me... gives me corns and blisters. *toink
Baby Diaries
September 20, 2010 Monday
Baby Tomas,
Today at 4:00AM, your Mamita (Lola Christy) did her generous routine of taking you to her room so I can catch up on sleep until 9:00AM. I decided to wake up earlier than usual (as I always oversleep) because I miss greeting the morning sun with you in my arms; and when I went out to greet you a sweet "good morning, baby", there you were, kicking, flashing an even sweeter smile. With my heart melting, I can only stand there, wondering whatever made me so lucky to have been blessed with a gift like you. Thank you for your smile today, son.
Love always,
Mommy
Baby Tomas,
Today at 4:00AM, your Mamita (Lola Christy) did her generous routine of taking you to her room so I can catch up on sleep until 9:00AM. I decided to wake up earlier than usual (as I always oversleep) because I miss greeting the morning sun with you in my arms; and when I went out to greet you a sweet "good morning, baby", there you were, kicking, flashing an even sweeter smile. With my heart melting, I can only stand there, wondering whatever made me so lucky to have been blessed with a gift like you. Thank you for your smile today, son.
Love always,
Mommy
March 28, 2011
Ode To My Blogspot *this somehow sounds naughty, donchathink?
Shall I discard the old and start anew, this time with a clean slate?
I have been contemplating on the above-stated dilemma for hours, glued on this hard monobloc chair (I have yet to find a floral swivel chair from who-knows-where-I-can-find-one). This blog is more than 4 years old, and I am convinced I have grown a lot since then. I've abandoned it to the point of forgetting the password but I always end up going back to either vent or brag (admit it or not, we all do that). I've tweaked it and ruined it, painted it emo-ish coal one day, whore-ish crimson the next, and today - Stepford Wives-ish powder blue & baby pink --- perhaps to mirror the many phases and facets of the many lives I live.
Scrolling down to the old, older, and oldest posts, I find it hard to part from this site. It has become my silent confidante, ready to absorb my fiery rants and/or gleeful shout-outs. I have revealed so much on this blog (of mine), in fact much to much that it has become a personal space that's almost awkward for others to trespass; but I guess I'm transparent, honest, frank, and blunt like that so I leave its doors unlocked.
So, having said all that, I shall continue updating from time to time but this time with a new approach.
And, as my latest theme suggests, I will now officially enlist myself in the Just-Another-Mommy-Blogger Queendom.
Brace yourself for a deluge of baby photos and Mommyhood anecdotes.
I heart you all.
<3
January 26, 2011
Buh-Bye Pink Feline
Okay so I’m bored. My baby sleeps like a log you see, and I just had the strongest coffee one can ever concoct so I’m revved-up like a deuce. I don’t know where else to channel my energy but here in ze Global Ville. I wanted to do something more productive, for a change.
Like cleaning my inbox.
By cleaning I mean actually reading the messages, sift the good ones from the bad, and throw the stale ones into the bin. So I logged in, excited, ready to click sort until…
And the energy died down like phoof! So I decided to do what I reign as queen at - procrastinate. Numbers this great never fail to astound me. Well, unless these figures were written on a cheque under my name, then h*ll, I don't mind at all.
Numbers bring me back to the horror of College days when the only reason I didn't fail was because my stars were aligned then.... OH lemme' not bore you like you weren't already.
Teehee~ I WAS the pink feline, but hey! me being the pinkpanther is older than that Beyonce flick, and I was so teeny-bopper-young then when I had both yahoo and gmail accounts.. *defensive much? Ahaha. Just saying 'coz I saw your smirk.
Hmmm, I just might hit DELETE ACCOUNT. The thought of having to sort mail this great a number is just so stressing, besides, I have outgrown being this pink feline... And I don't think I'd like it if my son inherits my fondness for the rosy cat! Rarr!!!
Like cleaning my inbox.
By cleaning I mean actually reading the messages, sift the good ones from the bad, and throw the stale ones into the bin. So I logged in, excited, ready to click sort until…
And the energy died down like phoof! So I decided to do what I reign as queen at - procrastinate. Numbers this great never fail to astound me. Well, unless these figures were written on a cheque under my name, then h*ll, I don't mind at all.
Numbers bring me back to the horror of College days when the only reason I didn't fail was because my stars were aligned then.... OH lemme' not bore you like you weren't already.
Teehee~ I WAS the pink feline, but hey! me being the pinkpanther is older than that Beyonce flick, and I was so teeny-bopper-young then when I had both yahoo and gmail accounts.. *defensive much? Ahaha. Just saying 'coz I saw your smirk.
Hmmm, I just might hit DELETE ACCOUNT. The thought of having to sort mail this great a number is just so stressing, besides, I have outgrown being this pink feline... And I don't think I'd like it if my son inherits my fondness for the rosy cat! Rarr!!!
January 24, 2011
January 23, 2011
I Love Paris in the Springtime
I Love Paris in the Springtime by sassymisstoni on Polyvore.com
Some flowers to match the springtime, a little lace to shield the sun, heather blue skies, rainbow smiles... dear, the dog days are done.
She's Lost Control Again
She's Lost Control Again by sassymisstoni on Polyvore.com
Not-so-heavy metal subdued by bloody bow. Reds and dark top and tutu suggest girlish oxymoron dancing to the beat of reckless abandon --- hence, whatever!
I never promised you a rose garden.
I never promised you a rose garden. by sassymisstoni featuring hair flower accessories
Think bohemian spring... flowers so lush... misty moisty grasses on the meadow... a huggable tree... then go write a poem.
Dotted Apples
Dotted Apples by sassymisstoni on Polyvore.com
My maiden set on polyvore. This kind of paints my emotions as of late - cheery! :)
I Love Andy!
So we just got home from the mall. You see we needed to up-size everything in the li'l man's closet. Someone should've warned me that infant clothes shrink down 5 sizes smaller in a blink of an eye. :p
We tag our un-official nanny along (pakner's niece) for a sole reason - to take photos, so you can just imagine my dismay when the poor cam's battery...ugh! make a guess. Yeah, just when I needed it most (♫♪♪ hum along... youuuuu lehefffft meeeee just when I neeeheeeeded you mooohoost... ♫♪♪). Uh~okay, she was able to take few photos alright, but not as much as I would have wanted. Just enough to document how I wore what I wore.
Pardon the mediocre (if not ridiculous) photo editing. Haha. I wanted to add some drama but it turned out...well, horrible. Toinks!
The un-official nanny:
We went to the same mall as we did on my previous post. You see they don't have much shopping centers here in San Fernando, Pampanga... much as I wanna go back to Makati where I used to live and work, I couldn't bear to part with my son on weekdays. Can I resist this charm?
Who could?
Now who is Andy? And why am I proclaiming my fondness towards him here? No, that isn't my son's name. I love Andy, that's the label of the top I'm wearing. I got it from Artwork for a steal.
And why do I love Andy?
Why shouldn't I when he's my son's godfather. He designs shirts and other covetable yummies for Artwork and its high end sister shop called Bleached Catastrophe. So I presume that's where the shirt I wore here got its name.
Here he is (first from left) on my li'l man's christening day:
And oh, while I'm at it, I might as well show you what I wore then:
There. ^_^
I love you all.
We tag our un-official nanny along (pakner's niece) for a sole reason - to take photos, so you can just imagine my dismay when the poor cam's battery...ugh! make a guess. Yeah, just when I needed it most (♫♪♪ hum along... youuuuu lehefffft meeeee just when I neeeheeeeded you mooohoost... ♫♪♪). Uh~okay, she was able to take few photos alright, but not as much as I would have wanted. Just enough to document how I wore what I wore.
Pardon the mediocre (if not ridiculous) photo editing. Haha. I wanted to add some drama but it turned out...well, horrible. Toinks!
The un-official nanny:
We went to the same mall as we did on my previous post. You see they don't have much shopping centers here in San Fernando, Pampanga... much as I wanna go back to Makati where I used to live and work, I couldn't bear to part with my son on weekdays. Can I resist this charm?
Who could?
Now who is Andy? And why am I proclaiming my fondness towards him here? No, that isn't my son's name. I love Andy, that's the label of the top I'm wearing. I got it from Artwork for a steal.
And why do I love Andy?
Why shouldn't I when he's my son's godfather. He designs shirts and other covetable yummies for Artwork and its high end sister shop called Bleached Catastrophe. So I presume that's where the shirt I wore here got its name.
Here he is (first from left) on my li'l man's christening day:
And oh, while I'm at it, I might as well show you what I wore then:
There. ^_^
I love you all.
January 13, 2011
First Post This Year
Yeah, don't rub it in ~ I know I announced my coming-back with fireworks and lilac roses (my new header) *wherever that pair of thoughts came from ... haha...
Sorry... I really intended to be more visible here, hey I've included that in my NY's resolution list... I've stared into this box countless of times, tried pouring in mixed sentiments but I always, always, always end up deleting them. I guess maybe 'coz I am still too overwhelmed about the goings-on in my life, I'm still basking in the residue of my post-postpartum (yes, post-post) bliss that I can't quite organize my thoughts well.
See... Just like this: I know that when I begin babbling, I find it hard to stop, and my caffeine-fueled mind would go haywire again and I will just bore you with my plethora of blah-blah-blah! *eeepz
So, consider this post a practice. A refresher. Sort of re-introducing myself in this part of cybertown for the nth time.
The reason I almost break my promise of droppin' by here more often is... teeeeheee~ facebook and tumblr. On the former, I bore my thousand++ friends (that much and honestly, majority are strangers who just happened to be friends of friends of friends)with pictures of my son, and I get carried away by infinite number of eye candies on the latter. So there...
And here, I can't quite decide how to treat my blog. It used to be so easy then ~~~ back when my world was immersed in a tub of existential angst. Nww that bliss engulfs me, I find it quite hard, but hey, universe don't listen... otherwise, you'll pour in nega vibes ^_*.
Shall I speak of fashion? I'm used to just wearing it with sass and personal touch and not speak of it too much- I just leave it in the beholder's eyes, but then again, it doesn't hurt to join in my stalkees's wagon, yes? Oh but I have too limited a resource. My pakner (the boy) slash photog is too inhibited to take pictures of me, not to mention I only have the point-and-shoot thingie. If ever he DID muster the courage to take my pic, they always end up gathering cobwebs in the hard drive. >< And he has this skill of a child. Haha. I'll prove my point...
And oh, one last thing, I am not too proud of the pregnancy weight I gained. No angle could conceal the fact well. Huhuhu. :'( Lookie here:
With major editing I know these would suffice, but, again, I warned you about my laziness too. ^_*
I heart you.
P.S.
I wore:
Thrifted floral sundress
vintage woven bag
vintage costume necklace
havaianas high
bracelets from bazaars everywhere
Sorry... I really intended to be more visible here, hey I've included that in my NY's resolution list... I've stared into this box countless of times, tried pouring in mixed sentiments but I always, always, always end up deleting them. I guess maybe 'coz I am still too overwhelmed about the goings-on in my life, I'm still basking in the residue of my post-postpartum (yes, post-post) bliss that I can't quite organize my thoughts well.
See... Just like this: I know that when I begin babbling, I find it hard to stop, and my caffeine-fueled mind would go haywire again and I will just bore you with my plethora of blah-blah-blah! *eeepz
So, consider this post a practice. A refresher. Sort of re-introducing myself in this part of cybertown for the nth time.
The reason I almost break my promise of droppin' by here more often is... teeeeheee~ facebook and tumblr. On the former, I bore my thousand++ friends (that much and honestly, majority are strangers who just happened to be friends of friends of friends)with pictures of my son, and I get carried away by infinite number of eye candies on the latter. So there...
And here, I can't quite decide how to treat my blog. It used to be so easy then ~~~ back when my world was immersed in a tub of existential angst. Nww that bliss engulfs me, I find it quite hard, but hey, universe don't listen... otherwise, you'll pour in nega vibes ^_*.
Shall I speak of fashion? I'm used to just wearing it with sass and personal touch and not speak of it too much- I just leave it in the beholder's eyes, but then again, it doesn't hurt to join in my stalkees's wagon, yes? Oh but I have too limited a resource. My pakner (the boy) slash photog is too inhibited to take pictures of me, not to mention I only have the point-and-shoot thingie. If ever he DID muster the courage to take my pic, they always end up gathering cobwebs in the hard drive. >< And he has this skill of a child. Haha. I'll prove my point...
And oh, one last thing, I am not too proud of the pregnancy weight I gained. No angle could conceal the fact well. Huhuhu. :'( Lookie here:
With major editing I know these would suffice, but, again, I warned you about my laziness too. ^_*
I heart you.
P.S.
I wore:
Thrifted floral sundress
vintage woven bag
vintage costume necklace
havaianas high
bracelets from bazaars everywhere
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