Strawberry Fields Forever

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??

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

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

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!!!

Is it Valentine's Day yet?

Is it Valentine's Day yet? by sassymisstoni featuring acrylic rings

Minnie goes a-flirtin'.

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.