One Dreams of Christmas

‘Tis really the season for hot coco, nicely wrapped presents, scrumptious Christmas goodies and all those holiday rituals we usually do with family and friends. Though this little story is more in a reality based perspective. When despite all the celebrations, someone else has to work else where.

Took a shot inside Dunkin Donuts Marcos highway while waiting for my high school friend to show up. The employees were still preparing the shop for customers. Was there rather early since we decided that 8am was the best time to meet.

I was drinking my delicious cup of hot coffee, just looking around the place when I noticed the one of the DD crew was drawing something on the glass while he was scrubbing it clean. It was only this morning when I noticed he drew what looks like a Christmas ornament before scrubbing it out again. Pretty nice considering this was taken about a week before Christmas! 🙂 Happy Holiday’s everyone!

Satchmi : Good Ol’ Days Are Here Again

Father would play music on his black turn table back when I was still a wee lass. My first ever memory of us living with my grandparents was this big black disk, spinning on a rectangular box. A pin was placed on top of it and I’d watch as it circles around, the record cover in dad’s hand. I was on the floor watching his appreciation for music. Now I think I got my tastes from him cause at a very young age, sweet tunes were always present specially during mornings. Up until now, as I write this, he is downstairs, playing his Christmas songs. But gone are the days of the huge vinyls played via metal wicks. But not all of them.

Joining my friend Yna for a little Christmas shopping with her sister and mother, there is this huge Christmas bazaar called Shop @ The Fort where all these amazing items were for sale. Though one booth in particular took me back to the times were I first remembered ever appreciating music.

Lined in all awe were these records, not off old titles but new ones like Adele’s 21 and The Killer’s Sam’s Town and a dozen more titles were placed inside a fruit-box. A beautiful Motorino leather black turn table was on display. (check it out here: https://satchmi.com/Product/372/motorino)

Satchmi was to blame for this wonderful revival of 20th century titles in a classic musical medium. Excuse my term but seeing these in a bazaar full of foreign goods, these old-school products was rather orgasmic in visual and in experience!

Not too far were classic SLR cameras made into Ipod docking stations.

Neckties in designs and colors that really caught my eye. They were all originally made and were not found anywhere else.

Me Dusa plastic pressed hand bags of different hues were also lined up.

Rings and Necklaces in variety, crafted in such attitude that you’d love to buy them if you fancy cupcakes with wings, ram skulls, and others that looks like ancient talismans.

Fragrances in small bottles each hand made and is 100% vegan. Nice one!

The overall brand concept is what caught me. Each creation were tagged or labeled as to who (their respected artist) and from what country each originated from. One perfume was made by an artist named S.Anthem from the US while another, Pavel Sidorenko from Estonia reinvented vinyl records into clocks of famous icons.

If your trip is as the same as mine, drop by at their booth at Shop @ the Fort in Bonifacio High. See Satchmi, the curators of functional luxury. http://www.facebook.com/Satchmi

A Blue Blue Christmas

Of many colorful lights and gifts abound / we are here to greet each with a joyous sound. As we laugh and toast to a wonderful year / to the coming of Christ as be praise and cheer. The bells all ring within our circles / the mistletoe hung and the rest of rich in love settles. To the morning of cold winds blowing as we walk / and to the night when the rest sit down over coffee and talk. To those on the road where for the past days has been so hectic / when the woman beside you smiles cause it has been an hour of traffic. She simply starts a small notion that despite it all Christmas is here / the aura of positivity in everyone stirs. A stranger’s smile is a blessing in the heart / what more of those who have long been apart? Everyone are seeing each other, going back to their roots / all feasts with with friends and families as they track back on a familiar route.

Of that Joyous Month by Sainah Benz Alonzo

Haha no judgements! I am simply a fan of things that rhyme. Though I love writing poems. They are therapeutic and another outlet for expression. Other than words is the visual side of my right brain. I did a very small holiday shoot inspired by my sister’s Aztec blue top. The magic of Ukay-ukay! You never really know what gifts you might find! Happy Holidays everyone!

This was done right after my “short hair preview” shoot. Hahaha! I have to post this now cause I’m getting that cut pretty soon! Anyway, thanks for reading. Please do leave a comment or a greeting on the tab below. Cheers!

Cropped Top : Short Do preview

So me and a friend of 5 years were betting that last Sunday was finally our day for a cropped top, some coloring, and a much needed head pampering. A shaved side with that imbalanced of a semi-long mane. Definitely artsy. Here’s how fetch it looks in black and white. ( Kudos to the 90’s kids with our own set of terms! )

This was discussed as to how far we’re willing to go for a new look. My original plan was some bolder colors but with only a trim since I was growing out my hair. That did not happen.

Short was such a fad nowadays that you simply had to ride that bandwagon of hot chicks with awesome free spirited attitudes. It’s the 20th century, and gals have to re-invent to spike it up a notch. No more lazy daisies in white fluffy skirts and a top that spells out “Best in Faculty”. We have modernized from lace to leather, from being mostly soft-spoken to greater Independence, from house-bound to big careers. Yup, ladies now a days love to bring the money in. And what better way to show it than to at least look the part as well?

Also, happy to say that my friend won that bet.

The looks posted here were done only in preview. And that’s tying a small pony behind my back and making sure my hair rocked (and felt) shorter than the usual. At least now I know how it looks like on my face. The only question now is…in what color?

Melting into you.

I usually pass by it’s stall at TriNoma. You notice it cause the women behind the refrigerated counters always offers cube samples of the most delicious chocolates my tongue-tip has ever experienced. Little did I know that the small ice box inside my parent’s quarters would have at least twenty five pieces of this explosive indulgence.

Sweet thin chocolate square strips of Royce chocolates were right before my eyes. I didn’t bother to ask my siblings when they have made the purchase. All I was sure of was that I’ve never eaten one in so many numbers before.

I bit into one, it’s shape half cracking from the pressure and out of the center flowed melted caramel.  I began to see why Royce was so different from the others. The caramel was still as fresh and as liquid despite the idea that it was stuck for long periods of time under 0 degrees of ice.

It was indeed something I slowly consumed by day. I don’t want something this good to run out so fast!