DIY Accessory Organizer: Shell Revamp

A week ago I decided to give my bedroom this thing my mom called a "general cleaning". This means that I'd have to explore every nook and cranny making sure that every single atom of dust has been dispatched. So if you're wondering where I got my crazy spick-and-span attitude, I'd give you a straight out answer: Mom. In simpler terms, we're neat freaks! Haha.

A Teaspoon of Imagination and a Cupful of Style: My Favorite Fashion Bloggers

If there's one thing that girls can never outgrow, it's playing dress up...

As little girls, my sister and I would secretly creep into our parents' bedroom and take out all the bedding and curtains we could find. We'd make dresses and veils out of them and pretend that we were princesses in a far away land with a castle and a pretty little tiara. As kids, our crazy imaginations can run amok. My sister and I would even be on the lookout in case someone sees us going cray cray. Looking back, it was kind of silly but then again it was fun. How I wish my mom caught us and took a picture!

Little Girls and Cameras

Little girls have a magic all their own...

Lately, I've been very busy with work. Add in my usual dilemma a.k.a writer's block, it's been more than a week since I last posted here. I've also been trying to self-learn HTML. Now behold the fruit of my labor. *drum roll please* I've finally added the media and content buttons! Yay! (If you don't know what I mean, see the pink, purple and yellow buttons on the right side of your screen.) As a new resident of the blogosphere, this is really an achievement for me. I'm no programmer or web designer plus my Photoshop skills are only limited to those I gained from my curiosity. So as a celebratory gift I'm treating myself with some chocolate. Ice cream would've been better but I'll deal with what's available. Haha. Okay I'll cut this portion now. I don't want to bore you with the technical stuff. Let's proceed...

Love Letters

Call me old fashioned, but I still think it's cute when someone writes you long sappy love letters...

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I watch a lot of movies and read a lot of books. These are to blame for my becoming a hopeless romantic: that belief of finding the one and finding him at the right time and place as if you're walking in a haze or dream, that spark in your eyes, the beating in your chest, the chill in the air and that slow uneven breathing...