cafe press

I hope everyone had a day way better than mine. This stupid snowstorm is totally getting in my nerves. Seriously. Oh well, grumbling about it won't melt all the snow away. Needless to say my day was a total bummer, but I got through it by gallivanting around the worldwide web. Guess what? I found this really awesome website: CafePress. If you are a tee person, this is one site you should bookmark and, of course, shop. As I stated in my previous post, I have this bad habit of buying way too much statement t-shirts and end up not wearing them. But if it's this omg-this-is-so-me cute:

...how can I not buy it?

I had a great time browsing CafePress' products. They have the wittiest t-shirts for everyone. And by everyone I mean, every age, every interest, every profession, every hobby, every country...yeah, you get the picture. Not just that, they also go beyond clothing. They have drink wares, posters, stickers and flair, home decors, and everything else. How cool is that?!

I want this fashionable mug so bad. 

And if you're looking for that perfect gift, there's no better place to look but here.  

Here's for someone who could use a space to pour her thoughts on.

Or just an extra space to put her things in.

Or maybe just something to put herself in.

And oh, there are also stuff for him--lots of stuff! I was just browsing for myself, that's why most of the products I shared are for women (and fashion-related). Here are more fashion tees I am in love right now.

You can find these and a lot more at CafePress. And you think it won't get any cooler? You're wrong! You can actually customize your own t-shirt or whatever stuff you like. Cool, I know. I'm sure you're gonna visit that site. As for me, I need to go back and check out for more. Have fun!

*I can't think of a catchy title*

For nothing less than five minutes I just stared blankly on my screen, completely clueless of what to type. Apparently I still haven't figured it out yet because I am just blabbing about how unzipped my mind is. It made me think, why in the world did I start making this blog in the first place? Actually, I never put so much thought in the making of this blog. It's just one of those things that simply happened -- random thought that birthed into something greater than I ever imagined. I love fashion (duh!)... those are the first three words that come out of my mouth whenever somebody asks me about my blog. More often than not, there's no other words that follow my big three words, just period and my so-what-do-you-care look. It's not a mean look, I promise. But I think that's enough, I really don't owe anyone explanation unless it's the owner of Blogger who's intending to cancel my account due to a rare case of chronic blog boredom. I hope not.

Well, I'm NOT really the kind of girl who knows everything about fashion. Not even half. Trust me, there are more designer names that I can't correctly pronounce than those I can say without getting my tongue twisted. (Seriously, why can't they change their names into something tongue-friendly? C'mon make our lives way easier!) I am not even familiar with all the technical terms these "fashion" people use. What is this thing called? What kind of fabric is this? What kind of red is this? What the hell? As long as I look and feel good in it, I really don't care. Okay, if there's one thing I care about aside from looking and feeling good about the garment, it's the price. Nothing more. I am NOT someone who watches Project Runway religiously and feel like I can totally carry out a substantial conversation with Karl Lagerfeld about next season's collection. I am NOT someone who faithfully subscribes Vogue magazine since I was in my mother's womb and feel like I can totally take over Anna Wintour (if that's the way to go, I am totally qualified). But the thing about fashion is, it's beyond technicality. It's something you feel, something you see, and something you know is right.

Now enough about my senseless ramblings and onto sharing another outfit. If you like what you see, feel free to channel your inspiration. If you don't, just don't tell me having a red overload is a fashion no-no when Valentine's Day is past over. Because there's no such thing.

I don't need to post this next photo but I have a feeling that I have to. I really don't do make-up like the really major make-up other girls do on a daily basis. But I can't live without mascara. Never. That's all I need. And a lip gloss. Just that. I really feel naked without it. If you happen to feel the same way, tell me! It's nice to know I'm not the only one walking in this planet feeling naked whenever I have no time to put on a mascara and/or lipgloss.

Since I have to go to church, I need a cardigan. Even though I kinda think it doesn't look right. I really don't believe that fashion have rules. If it does, then it must be broken into million tiny pieces right now. You can put on clothes in whatever pattern, color, texture, etc. you want. Wear whatever makes you feel better...as long as it won't compromise you as a person.

from Times Square with love

When you think of New York City, you  picture Times Square a.k.a "Crossroads of the World" in a flash. I read an article stating that this is the most visited place in the world having approximately 35 million visitors every year. So if you want to be alone, Times Square is obviously not for you.

Times Square is really not my favorite place in NYC. I just can't stand the crowd sometimes. Ironically, I always find myself there (I go to Times Square Church, that's why. It's not that I go there for downtime or something). I always end up drowning myself with all these people who never fail to amuse me just by mere observation.

But still, there's something about this place that I can never get enough of. Because one minute of standing there makes me fall in love with life. Seeing people from all walks of life and speaking different tongues to make this place alive is amazing.

Here's to the concrete jungle where dreams are made of!

Times Square celebrated the "Love Day" with a heart-shaped ice sculpture (more like bricks).

And when I walk there, I swear I could almost hear Alicia Keys sing "Now you're in New York!!! These streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you, Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York" (Ok, now I'm singing too!)

And oh, F21 in TS?! At last. After church I'm gonna be like "Lead me not into temptation, it's just a couple of blocks away!"

For the outfit...

There's really nothing grand about it. Just crazy pattern and layering.

****AWARDS****

I'm gonna quickly thank these lovely ladies who are so sweet to pass me an award. You all inspire me in ways that I will never ever forget. Do visit their blogs and be inspired too!

Thank you so much Jing of Jing Pinay for this award. Our high fashion friendship means the world to me girl.

I pass this award to:

Isquisofrenia

Fashion Therapist

The Bargain Hunter Extraordinaire

How could I thank you enough, Sweet of Pens and Lens?! You truly are sweet. Your blog always make me smile.

I pass this award to:

Studded Bliss

The Owl's Closet

The Trendy Fashionista

Thanks a lot gorgeous Monique of Monique. This really made me happy. Your impeccable style is always inspiring.

See my post (and rules) of the award here.

I pass this award to:

Fashion Court

My Thrifting Adventures

Viva La Fashion

Rebecca Rose

Thank you, thank you, Marta of I Love My Wardrobe. You are such a wonderful person. You are beautiful inside and out. You got the wardrobe that makes every woman drool.

I pass this award to:

The Urban Fashion Gal

The Tragically Chic

The Style Rider

A million thanks Laura and Crista of Style, She Wrote. As I've said, receiving this from you means a lot to me. You are truly an inspiration. Your blog never fails to make my day.

And of course, to my dear soul sister, Nina of Ballerina's Closet Obsession, thank you so much for gracing me another award. There really is no one like you in sweetness (and everything).

Now to the seven random things that comes with this award:

1.I hate it when someone opens the door for me when I'm 20 ft away, because then I feel obligated to walk faster.

2.I have always wanted to get in a cab and say, "FOLLOW THAT CAR!!"

3.I hate it when someone else takes the piece of food I have mentally claimed.

4.I hate getting out of a hot shower. It's like the north pole invaded my house.

5.I grew up thinking Tweety Bird was a girl.

6. I flush the toilet with my foot in public bathrooms.

7. I'm tired of chain letters telling me when I'm going to die.

I pass this award to:

La Rue Neuve

Life is Bananas

My Strawberry Cocktail

Till next time darlings! :)

you are loved

Happy Hearts Day everyone!

Today, I want to remind you that you are loved. And love comes in different forms. The thing is we just have to recognize it coz more often than not, we tend to search for love not knowing it's right in front our eyes. Here's a story I tumbled upon few weeks ago from Alison of savemefromyself at tumblr that I wanted to share.

Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.  She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.  I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words: 

Dear God, 

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. 

I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. 

Love, Meredith 

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. 

  

A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.  I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ 

  

Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: 

Dear Meredith, 

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. 

Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. 

  

Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. 

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. 

I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love. 

Love, 

God

Never forget that you are loved by someone down here and Someone up there.

snow much fun!

“There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.”

- William Sharp

Snow covered New York City yesterday. As much as I hate strongly dislike snow, I have to admit that the city looks magical in white. The blizzard caused a well-celebrated holiday which made me, and all the New Yorkers (especially students), rejoice. Basically, the reason why the classes and (some) work are cancelled is to keep us stay indoors, right? But what the heck, not even the 12-inch snow could stop us from having a little fun. We went to the park just across the block to frolic and play the Eskimo way.

I always got hit on the face. FYI, the snow tastes weird. Or was it a snow?

I thought of every strategy to get even.

Apparently, it didn't work.

Look at the snow ball my brother made. When he threw it at me, it's like receiving a power punch from Muhammad Ali.

No matter how I tried to hit my target, I just don't know how to carry out precision.

Snowflakes are kisses sent from heaven.

Snowed under.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. . . somewhere else!

When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or make snow angels.

Meet Mr. Nerdy. My brother and I made him. Snowmen aren't forever, but their memories are.

Starlight, star bright. Protect our snowman overnight.

It takes the young at heart to make a snowman from a bunch of snowflakes.

A snowman is love and laughter all rolled up into one.

There's nothing like warm hearts on a snowy day.

And oh, I am so shocked to hear about Alexander McQueen's untimely death.

(photo credit)

You can read the story here.

What a loss. He will be missed.