no photo edits. just the real thing. and it's breath taking.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Good Food + Good Company = Happy Tummy!
Dessert overload and yummy Creamy Pest Pasta from District 50
Celebrating birthdays at Ila Puti
Mornings are best spent with a hearty meal, some cereals and vanilla flavored ice cream
Monday, February 25, 2013
Reckless : 9 more days to go!!!
And as I wait patiently 'til I get my hands on S.C. Stephens' latest addition to the TL series, I could swear that after seeing this photo at her Facebook page, I gotta say, whoever made the match and the banner, was a GENIUS! She could be Keira. He could be Kellan.
Take a look.
Whew! Hearts are racin' in here people! God... I love you Kellan! See you the soonest!
Sunday, February 24, 2013
the hardest thing
We seldom take notice what we have because we are too preoccupied looking for whatever it is that we are missing out on. Like not having the latest shoe style, the perfect toned body, or wanting too damn much to become "Mrs. Kellan Kyle". We glide through life not truly appreciating the simplest of all things such as being able to breathe, or squint when the sun's rays becomes too unbearable or not knowing how the hell to stop when you're laughing too hard and all you end up doing is clutch hard to your stomach thinking you might pass out anytime soon. I must admit I am guilty to such act.
If I was handed a clock that can reverse time, I would greatly want to make ends meet to some people - people that I have hurt and took for granted, people whom I have not spoken for too long and to some, who have become my shelter and my source of strength but they go unnoticed and unaccounted for because I rarely share the spotlight with them. Indeed, apologizing seems to be the hardest word to utter. It takes humility and acceptance to see past the pride that sometimes overshadows the right thing that must be done.
So to you, wherever you might be, I am sorry ...
If I was handed a clock that can reverse time, I would greatly want to make ends meet to some people - people that I have hurt and took for granted, people whom I have not spoken for too long and to some, who have become my shelter and my source of strength but they go unnoticed and unaccounted for because I rarely share the spotlight with them. Indeed, apologizing seems to be the hardest word to utter. It takes humility and acceptance to see past the pride that sometimes overshadows the right thing that must be done.
So to you, wherever you might be, I am sorry ...
Monday, February 11, 2013
way back when?
While yours truly was busy decluttering this portion of my Panaware closet, I saw these pictures from way, way back. Out of curiosity, and thinking perhaps there were some I needed to toss out, I came across solo pictures of me. I couldn't help but laugh! Like stomach-clutching laugh. LOL. It was horrible enough that I even noticed I posed for this studio named "Desires". I had fur on it. I was not naked, and I had this white tube top on but still. The fur sent me to major hysterics! LOL. Then as I scanned some of the pictures, I saw a similar image of a dear friend - Mimi. She was just as crazy as I was. But was way crazier that as far as memory served me right, she persuaded me in getting on that studio and pose and have all these fur as some sort of decor or something. Ridiculous, but thinking about the memories behind it, well, it was definitely something. She gave me a copy of her pose too. I know I gave her mine as well. That was just how sappy we were as friends. Blame it to growing up in the 90's and the whole thing we all loved called High school. :D
And since digital cameras were not so big during that time and camera studios were, I believe I was such a sucker on those too. Here's proof:
I did pose for several reasons: graduation, spur of the moment thing, job requirement or because a friend was in need of a solo pic. I don't know what really transpired with the latter. And oh! On the left top most side, is a younger pic of me at some beach while holding a drenched barbie doll. I know Pitch Perfect came in several years after that, but I knew the mermaid pose before Fat Amy did! hehehe! There wasn't much floor work in there though. :D (If you are seriously not getting the whole humor between the mermaid pose, Fat amy and the whole floor work, you definitely need to watch Pitch Perfect! :D)
I miss you Mimi.. ♥
See just how embarrasingly humorous this whole thing was? :D
And since digital cameras were not so big during that time and camera studios were, I believe I was such a sucker on those too. Here's proof:
I did pose for several reasons: graduation, spur of the moment thing, job requirement or because a friend was in need of a solo pic. I don't know what really transpired with the latter. And oh! On the left top most side, is a younger pic of me at some beach while holding a drenched barbie doll. I know Pitch Perfect came in several years after that, but I knew the mermaid pose before Fat Amy did! hehehe! There wasn't much floor work in there though. :D (If you are seriously not getting the whole humor between the mermaid pose, Fat amy and the whole floor work, you definitely need to watch Pitch Perfect! :D)
I miss you Mimi.. ♥
Sunday, February 10, 2013
a fashion peek for January
I've accidentally deleted my post due to many "Untitled" blogs that crammed my blog site. Bummer.
But anyway..
The desire that jump started this little fashion project of mine originally stemmed from my curiosity in knowing if one can truly project a theme or a change - big or small, to their fashion choices. Fashion is evolving. I really don't see it coming for me since I am head over heels to whatever it is that's aztec and bohemian. But it's worth a try. And I am going to keep posting 'til I've exhausted all the possibilities of what to wear and how to wear 'em - which may never happen. LoL. Oh! If I do get really lucky and very much in the zone, I may get to have a few friends pose and post their pics on my blog. I would love to have them and be part of this alter ego of mine that personally, has become a reprieve from work, life and basically anything stressful.
So, let's get started.
Truth be told, as fast changing as fashion is, you should not be fazed with the many fads that's been popping here and there. Keep what's necessary. Mix and Match 'em. Enhance and Reinvent. And never dare stop 'til you find your own fashion niche. Not everyone is blessed to come out as well made up with whatever fashion genre he/she pulls off. To the many out there who are ambivalent on what to make of what they have, here's one tip that will guarantee a definite WOW in any given occasion : choose comfort. Always choose comfort. And if you are ready to take things a notch higher, then by all means do it!
But anyway..
The desire that jump started this little fashion project of mine originally stemmed from my curiosity in knowing if one can truly project a theme or a change - big or small, to their fashion choices. Fashion is evolving. I really don't see it coming for me since I am head over heels to whatever it is that's aztec and bohemian. But it's worth a try. And I am going to keep posting 'til I've exhausted all the possibilities of what to wear and how to wear 'em - which may never happen. LoL. Oh! If I do get really lucky and very much in the zone, I may get to have a few friends pose and post their pics on my blog. I would love to have them and be part of this alter ego of mine that personally, has become a reprieve from work, life and basically anything stressful.
So, let's get started.
aztec printed maxi dress - Forever 21 || aztec printed bag - Tonic Bags and Shoes
L/S cardigan - Black Sheep || ruffled top - Hollister || aztec bandage skirt - Forever 21 || champagne flats - So Fab || necklace - gifted from Kim
Land of the Free top - Forever 21 || studded shorts - Forever 21
taupe blazer - gifted from Patty || basic white tee - Bench || black tights - Forever 21 || camel satchel - WAGW || strappy flats - Solemate
Truth be told, as fast changing as fashion is, you should not be fazed with the many fads that's been popping here and there. Keep what's necessary. Mix and Match 'em. Enhance and Reinvent. And never dare stop 'til you find your own fashion niche. Not everyone is blessed to come out as well made up with whatever fashion genre he/she pulls off. To the many out there who are ambivalent on what to make of what they have, here's one tip that will guarantee a definite WOW in any given occasion : choose comfort. Always choose comfort. And if you are ready to take things a notch higher, then by all means do it!
Friday, February 8, 2013
on the flip side
I get how things don't normally go your way. Sometimes it takes an "extra" something to get to that point and actually live it. And once you do, it feels great - empowering even.
I seem to always misconstrue that if you aim your head towards something, you can always glide your way through it. To some, it works like magic. But to someone like me (stubborn as hell, easily persuaded to do the opposite almost all the time), it takes a mighty will and extreme focus to actually achieve it. Probably because I know at the back of my head that it's a plausible matter. I am lazy by nature. And a little too much of a believer in what's good and ideally, what's good will always be equated to what's right. And that if it's meant to be, then it will find its pristine way to you. A little too Walt Disney-ish to an adult palette. But that's not why I am semi-ranting right now. The thing that really irks me, is being misconstrued as someone who gets things for free, or someone who never really thrives at anything. A someone who settles for an "OKAY" and "MANAGEABLE" expecting that these two are the best compliments any sane person could possibly get. What. The. Hell.
Is it really hard for someone to simply see things beyond its seven shades of crimson? And wonder that someone with an abusive usage of words and getting mediocre scores can flip things to excellency when push comes to shove? To recognize passion marked on the very skin of a regular 27 something and fails to do so just because she blabs too much? I get it.
But sometimes, being loud doesn't mean you come mentally and sensibly empty. And you should probably thank these people because when all else fail, it is always easier to point your fingers at them, blame them for some failed plan just because they were too upfront about it or too vocal. Having experienced such "racism" is clearly a one way ticket in dousing my self-esteem. It's allowing that other side of me (the insecure, lowly, fragile side) to rethink about all the great plans I would have wanted or to question if I am ever going to do things right. That sucks! Not even a warm mushroom soup nor a dollop of ice cream can cure this kind of depression. And it's even harder knowing that these very things stemmed from the person whom you've thought of as an ally. Perhaps I could just dismiss this whole thing as a "bump" to whichever road of success I am headed for. But still, it hurts.
I seem to always misconstrue that if you aim your head towards something, you can always glide your way through it. To some, it works like magic. But to someone like me (stubborn as hell, easily persuaded to do the opposite almost all the time), it takes a mighty will and extreme focus to actually achieve it. Probably because I know at the back of my head that it's a plausible matter. I am lazy by nature. And a little too much of a believer in what's good and ideally, what's good will always be equated to what's right. And that if it's meant to be, then it will find its pristine way to you. A little too Walt Disney-ish to an adult palette. But that's not why I am semi-ranting right now. The thing that really irks me, is being misconstrued as someone who gets things for free, or someone who never really thrives at anything. A someone who settles for an "OKAY" and "MANAGEABLE" expecting that these two are the best compliments any sane person could possibly get. What. The. Hell.
Is it really hard for someone to simply see things beyond its seven shades of crimson? And wonder that someone with an abusive usage of words and getting mediocre scores can flip things to excellency when push comes to shove? To recognize passion marked on the very skin of a regular 27 something and fails to do so just because she blabs too much? I get it.
But sometimes, being loud doesn't mean you come mentally and sensibly empty. And you should probably thank these people because when all else fail, it is always easier to point your fingers at them, blame them for some failed plan just because they were too upfront about it or too vocal. Having experienced such "racism" is clearly a one way ticket in dousing my self-esteem. It's allowing that other side of me (the insecure, lowly, fragile side) to rethink about all the great plans I would have wanted or to question if I am ever going to do things right. That sucks! Not even a warm mushroom soup nor a dollop of ice cream can cure this kind of depression. And it's even harder knowing that these very things stemmed from the person whom you've thought of as an ally. Perhaps I could just dismiss this whole thing as a "bump" to whichever road of success I am headed for. But still, it hurts.
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