Monday Love - The Lipstick Shape Test

photo source - beauty press

Hello everyone! It's Monday, so let's do something fun. Whoopee!

I assume that we all wear lipstick right? If you don't, then you better start to. Unless you're 8 of course. So, take out your lipstick and compare to the photos above. Which one matches yours? (ladies, please no cheating) And click here to read whatever your lipstick shape says about you. 

It's crazy! Mine was suuuuuper unbelievably ego booster. It's not even me, not even internet Denise or real life Denise. So i do not believe it. NO!! not the first one. That's crazy!

Happy Monday everyone!

ps, 

a little tip for the guys, so it won't take you a lifetime to figure out a girl, I know it's psycho for you to dig up the lipstick of that girl you like on your first date, but it's worth a try.    

These Shoes Will Change My Life

Score!!!!!

first, let me tell yah that this is a practice in narcissism....

I am 98% honest when i tell you that I haven't been shopping for the last six months. I swear, I am not lying. Eeeeeeeexcept some thrift dresses that costs about less than a hundred pesos each. There you go!

So anyway, I scored these shoes from a recent GoJane major sale. I'd like to think of it as one or two oooor three(?)-shoe-purchase a month. So i feel good as a wife and mom over here. Now, let's get a little bit serious about our shopping habit shall we? I mean, lately, as a shit fashion consumer, i've been constantly thinking about some life changing purchases. I mean, a purchase that will make you feel better, maybe a shoe (in my case) that will make me feel thinner, taller. A pair of heels that will make my cankles disappear, and will make my toes skinnier and my boxy feet sexy. Brain wise, a little purchase that will make me intelligent-er. Just waiting for these shoes is kinda transforming me already little by little to this new woman I will become. I may be triple looney but I am not an emotional shopper. Deny. Deny. Deny. I am really not. I don't shop when I'm sad, angry or happy. I shop because it's on SALE! And they are nice. And I need them. Then that makes me happy and jubilant and glowing and hopeful and am all whoopee all day until the shoes arrive. And then i realize that I have an addiction with boots that will never show my imaginary slimmed down toes. The red sandals won't be used because it's raining down here almost everyday. And here I am almost 33 years old (9 more months people!), same age, may I point out, as Jesus when he was crucified, died, rose from the dead after three fa-reeking days and saved the world. That's a major accomplishment for a 33 year old ei? Oh, well...

I always feel guilty whenever I compare myself to ......, and think about.....

I guess I will never finish a good, meaningful sentence whenever I am bothered by the guilt of materialism and or that certain shoe that seems to promise something in my life as a woman. I mean we are women, we always come up with something new all the time. We have problems, we're confused, we have periods, we go through puberty our entire lives, we have hormones, we like mixed drinks with strange names. Most of all, we love love LOVE shoes. That kind of crazy love.

So goodnight ladies! and thank you for listening you weirdos...

ps,
there's a shoe sale going on here. 

By The Sea

there's the fingers!

If there is one thing fashion blogging taught me that changed my whole point of view of my self, is that I suck at it, (finally I realized ei) so I need props to distract people from realizing how much of a loser I am all these years.

You can use anything. Mine's air in a cup a milk tea. Feel free to use a cookie. Cupcake. A horse? Your cat. But holding a Starbucks coffee is preferably hands down the top-of-the-line props for fashion bloggers. You might wanna get those paper cups, not this transparent plastic glass, so no one calls you out for using fake props. I mean, use anything, Even if it's not yours, just make sure no one is looking at you when you grab it and use for your photos. Please don't get carried away and sip. Then it's stupid. That's not so fashion blogging. Na-ah! BUT in this case, it is really mine. My friend and I bought it, so she can testify that the saliva I am sipping here is mine and mine alone. aaaaand I have to say saliva because I am a classy lady like that. And remember, that no matter how much air you've sipped, you have got to werk it gurl!

jacket - gift
dress - thrift
shoes - diy
milk tea - Ang De. delicious. 

Story Of My Life

I was going through my hard drive today and I saw this photo. Usually, to have more space in my life (the external hard drive, that is) id delete this one and some many many more. But I just can't fa-reeeking do it.

You see, my dear darling husband takes all my photos. Past. Present. Future. And maybe if I were good, the next life too, in heaven. And i love him. I guess, it's about time to humble brag about how awesome photographer he is. I mean, he's shooting me (with the camera of course) in manual mode even since I talked him down to shoot me (again with the camera) for this blog. He didn't have any formal training or attended any seminar. I guess having me in his life is enough inspiration to do his best. He did not say that. Am sorry. I lied with that one.

Moving on....

I mean, I have no mad posing skills, I do not have a mad-fashion-blogger sense. Geesh, I am not a fashion blogger. But he thinks I am, so I have no choice but to feed his illusion. And playing along I got him stuck with me.Poor guy.

The point is....

Here is a photo he took, weeks ago  (with a manual focus prime lens, my spirit leaving me) my dear darling husband behind the camera who happens to be holding a squirming baby boy, trying to get a clean shot of his wife playing "glamorous fashion blogger".

Oh well.

Today I forced him to stop by the port. He did not complain. He got out of the car carrying Yllac and his camera on his shoulder. He told me to jump to the sea stop walking because "I am on the perfect spot" according to him. He took a couple of shots with Yllac's little hands on the lens and half the time those little fingers found their way through Jayson's nose. 

I can't delete these photos. Too many stories. 

So listen...

...people of the internet, my husband, is the husband of my dreams!

he is my knight in shining photographerness slash electrical engineeringness in one.

That photo sums up the last 7 years of our life in silliness. And I love it.