tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70286393432921399932024-03-14T08:33:31.566-07:00TheStreetsmartFashionistaLike most girls in the world, I love fashion! I love clothes, bags, shoes, make-ups, travelling, And well, let's be honest, girls love eating too! I made this blog to share everything that I learned in life. To help and empower women. I mostly give tips here but I sometimes write about my feelings about relationships and just everything under the sun too! The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-56745064290755287612016-01-28T05:27:00.005-08:002016-01-28T05:27:22.719-08:00All I Ask - Adele (Cassie Japos Cover)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6i3p7-M10v4" width="480"></iframe>The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-49349719396655806432016-01-28T05:27:00.003-08:002016-01-28T05:27:21.844-08:00All I Ask - Adele (Cassie Japos Cover)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6i3p7-M10v4" width="480"></iframe>The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-83828107076646456492016-01-28T05:27:00.001-08:002016-01-28T05:27:20.202-08:00All I Ask - Adele (Cassie Japos Cover)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6i3p7-M10v4" width="480"></iframe>The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-58557340387986852782015-08-27T18:22:00.000-07:002015-08-27T18:22:11.502-07:00WHAT IF, WHY NOT, HOW COME<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;">
I don't think there's ever any human who goes through dating life unscathed. Of all the romantic battle scars we carry, the pain of WHAT IF, WHY NOT, and HOW COME are the ones that take the longest time to disappear. Unfortunately, Contractubex doesn't work on any of them. </div>
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There's always the WHAT IF. The person you never confessed your feelings to, the one with whom a love story almost begun but abruptly halted. The ALMOST but NOT QUITE. The one that, you're dead certain, would have been THE ONE if you only did something, have done more, or did not give up right away.<br />
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Then there's WHY NOT. You know, the one with whom you can't begin something amazing with primarily because there are more reasons than Google hits when you type Britney Spears. Maybe it's bad timing or different priorities but you're just sure that if you had talked about it, you would have made it work.<br />
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And lastly, HOW COME. The one that just never happens despite everything you've gone through-together or not. The one that leaves you fallen apart, alone to pick up the pieces.<br />
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Unfortunately, more often than not, all three is just one person- <a href="http://thestreetsmartfashionista.blogspot.com/2015/08/dear-one-that-got-away.html" target="_blank">THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY</a>. The one that gives you chills when you wake up in the middle of the night- for years.The one you pine for; for no other reason than the fact that HE/SHE GOT AWAY. You always want something you don't have and if there's the possibility of it never being yours, the attraction factor just quadruples. It's like buying the lottery ticket- you know you have minimal to nil chances of winning, but it's the adrenaline and the mere possibility that have you caught up. </div>
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But we do get lottery winners, right? What if, one day, you're that and THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY comes back and say something straight out of a Nicholas Sparks novel?(Ugh!) When these things do happen, it's always unexpected and just when you have resigned to the fact that it's never going to come around. What to do?!</div>
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The one that got away is a stuff of legend and it's the quality of being unattainable that keeps you glued. It's an addiction- a high you keep on chasing. But highs are temporary and that thought is scary. </div>
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I haven't blogged about my mental rants in a long time and boy, hitting the keyboard to translate everything I had to endure for the past two days feels so good. Cathartic even. Writing is cheaper than therapy, more wallet-friendly than shopping, and better for your mental and emotional health than going back to an ex or pining for the proverbial "<a href="http://thestreetsmartfashionista.blogspot.com/2015/08/dear-one-that-got-away.html" target="_blank">One That Got Away</a>”. </div>
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Four days ago a relative told me that I look like a "matrona" with my "fake" eyebrows and has been constantly insulting me since I arrived here in New York. She criticized everything about me; from my weight, to my past life mistakes in the most obscene and boorish way possible. </div>
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It didn't upset me at first, I was just annoyed. Annoyed because she's not even pretty herself, and she's also fat. Like, how can someone so ugly, afford to be horridly unattractive on the inside too? but it was all okay, until it was not okay for my mom anymore that she called the relative for it. The relative told my mom that she's just being HONEST. Then this relative insulted my mom, things got worse that my mom got really upset for days. That was when I got mad. No bitch, NOT MY MOM. </div>
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People of the world, there is an excruciatingly big difference between being honest and being rude.</div>
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Being rude, on the other hand, is thinking you're better than everyone else; undermining people, talking shit about them and criticizing them unfairly.</div>
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Dear relative, if you're ugly and unaccomplished and has done a lot of mistakes in the past too, yet you criticize me for being the troubled teenager that I was, there is obviously something wrong with the picture. If you toot your dysfunctional horn, but have nothing to show for, you obviously have a problem- especially if you have a life crisis and solve that at the expense of someone's time and salary who paid your apartment and bills while you got busy saving your life problem that you created, I would shut up and walk away if I were you, you ungrateful evil person. </div>
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The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-10868387217968006962015-08-10T11:16:00.000-07:002015-08-10T13:31:46.406-07:00Dear the-one-that-got away<br />
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For the last four years, I've struggled to get over you. I would often say "I am done" only to find myself relapsing after a while. I would always say I'm fine, but then find myself missing you. I miss you when I'm at MTS. I miss you when I see a red vios. I miss you when I see Mcdonalds. I miss you. </div>
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I've dated people after the person I chose over you and I have broken up. I thought it would help, none ever did. When you came back and I was still with the asshole (the baby daddy who ended up lying to me again many times), I really hoped you had been persistent and you hadn't been so full of integrity. But you, you are so beautiful because of your ideals. You would never break people up. You're just so kind and idealistic and you always do the right thing and that is probably why I fell in love with you and damn it, replacing you is quantum physics for me- and you know I've never been good at math or physics.<br />
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Did you really have to be what you are? You were the only man who was ever able to keep up with my stubborn, hyper, uncompromising way of doing things<strong>. </strong>I know I wasn't the easiest person to deal with, but you thought I was perfect anyway. I am a pain in the a**, but you delighted in that; because for you, "only Cassie rocks my boat". Remember when you said those words to me inside your car outside of my rented house? When you were so tired from work and you just had to see me to make you feel better?<br />
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I have to resist the urge to argue when someone says no guy will take a single mother seriously; because you, you wanted to marry me. You wanted to take me to Manila with you and start a family there. With my son and you. But me and my stupid decision making abilities. I wish I knew better four years ago. It's funny how Noah's words are almost as exactly how you laid things to me when I had to make a decision. I am so sorry.<br />
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I hate missing you when I have a shitty day and it happens very often. I hate missing you on weekends and waking up at 3am looking for you. I hate how you could make me cry or smile just like that. I really hate The Notebook, Grey's Anatomy, Rachel McAdams, Ryan Gosling, Marco Polo Cafe, Spaceburger and Yellow Cab, because they always remind me of you. Of course, you ruined Paradise Resort for me.<br />
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Really, I hate you. I've loved you since I cannot remember, I am tired. As my friend told me, I need to get over you so that I can love again. How could I love again when I've always looked for you in everyone. In fact, when I saw you standing in the same boat with me going to the Statue of Liberty, I had to check thrice and check if its really you or just my imagination. Because what do you know, of all the places, of all the times, and of all the countries that we both could be in, we have to see each other there. Me, by myself. And you, with your wife.<br />
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She's really pretty, by the way. You've always had excellent taste in women. Thank you for not replacing me with a so-so woman. It wasn't enough that you took my heart away and didn't give it back. You just had to make it really difficult for me. I hate you.<br />
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The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-54886920205223795092015-08-07T14:03:00.003-07:002015-08-08T11:57:34.546-07:00My WCOPA 2015 Journey (Part 3): Competition Week <div style="text-align: justify;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Team Philippines being awarded as the third placer for group production. Yay! </td></tr>
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<b>Parade of the Nations: July 12</b></div>
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This day was nothing but fun! Aside from having Mr. Jed Madela himself, being the main performer for the program and 5th Gen pumping up the crowd with their awesome number, Philippines bagged 2nd place for the Best in National Costume. Other countries also showcased their national costumes. They were really fun to watch. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the best Filipiniana gowns I've seen worn by fellow delegate from Manila and Gold medalists, Princess</td></tr>
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<b>Competition Day 1: July 13 </b> </div>
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My roommate and co-Davao delegate Juliet Bahala along with Rigel Micolob, Manila delegates and Cebu delegates ages 16-17 and 18-24 competed on this day. There were over 50 delegates from 52 countries for over 10 styles that it took the whole day for everyone to compete. I spent most of the day watching and supporting for Team Philippines but jet lag got through me by 3pm that I had to go upstairs and sleep. LOL. But Team Philippines was very supportive of each other that my absence was not a loss at all.<br />
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I finally got to compete this day and I was more than ready. My contenders were really good, especially Jamaica and Hongkong but I was very confident that I was able to deliver my styles really well. Our Junior category delegate from Davao, Jona Soquite also got to compete after our category who also rocked the stage.<br />
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After our competition, the Philippines hosted the "Filipino night" or the Champion Circle Night for the very first time. It was held at the Worldstars Village in front of Long Beach Performing Arts Center. There were a showcase of Filipino Talents that evening. Davao's very own Zhalia, Y-Fi and Rigel Micolob were among the performers that night. Of course it wouldn't be a Champion's Circle Night without 5th Gen and Jed Madela who unsurprisingly wowed the crowd with their powerful voices and awesome production numbers.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a very vague picture of 5th Gen's performance. Sorry, I just grabbed these photos from Rigel, so blame her. Hahaha!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Ms. Congeniality awardee of WCOPA 2015, performing on Filipino night, Rigel. She's a crowd favorite!</td></tr>
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<b>Competition Day 3: The Semi-Finals July 15</b></div>
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Results for those who got in in the semis were scheduled to be released at 7AM that day so we woke up really early for it. Among the Davao delegates, only Y-Fi, Zhalia and Jona Soquite got in.<br />
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Although I am really happy and proud for my fellow delegates, I got extremely sad that day. I spent most of the day crying and eating Nutella. HAHAHAHA! What? I needed happy endorphins! Of course I expected to get in to the finals. I went to the US to compete and was aiming to win so my reaction was normal, really. But it only lasted for I think 8 hours because my lovely mom made me eat at In and Out burger (which is a California thing apparently) and brought me to Downtown Disney. And since I have shallow happiness, my day ended up really well in spite of myself.<br />
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Only Y-Fi and Jona Soquite among the Davao delegates made it to the Finals which is what I am gonna talk about on my next blog. ;)<br />
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Link to Part 1 is already in the first sentence of this blog. <a href="http://thestreetsmartfashionista.blogspot.com/2015/07/my-wcopa-2015-journey-part-2-arrival-at.html" target="_blank">Part 2</a> is poorly written because I was so tired the day I wrote it but I linked it anyway because I am classy like that. Hahaha!<br />
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photo credits: Abby Mercado, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/rigellyrafaith.micolob?fref=ts" target="_blank">Rigel Micolob</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/YFiYoungFilipinos?fref=ts" target="_blank">Y-Fi facebook page</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jetzshairajulia?fref=ts" target="_blank">Zhalia facebook page</a> </div>
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In my <b><a href="http://thestreetsmartfashionista.blogspot.com/2015/07/my-wcopa-2015-journey-highlights-part-1.html" target="_blank">previous blog</a></b>, I talked about how I got in to this competition and the highlights. But I also don't want to miss you out on the small but important things that happened in the competition week. For those who do not know, I am one of the <b>Philippines' delegates</b> for the <b><a href="http://www.wcopa.com/" target="_blank">WCOPA</a> </b>2015 that was held in Long Beach, California from July 8-19, 2015 and I want to share to the whole world this wonderful experience. </div>
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As if the overwhelming feeling of touching the grounds of the American soil, passing through immigration and just being fascinated by how beautiful the Los Angeles International Airport were not enough, we were greeted with a very warm welcome by <b>DOT</b> to our delight. Amidst the jetlag and thanks to the food served by PAL during our flight, I found enough strength to pose and manage to smile for what seemed like eternity for the photo ops with Team Philippines, our <b>National Director Mr. Gerry Mercado</b> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jedmadelaofficial" target="_blank"><b>Jed Madela</b></a> himsef, a popular Filipino singer who is a World Champion Superstar. After the photo ops, two buses provided by DOT were already waiting for us. And God bless Mr. Henry Sanchez, one of Team Philippine's sponsors for years, for handing out sweet donuts for the trip to Long Beach. I don't know if you believe in signs, but those donuts were my divination that everything about that week is going to be S-W-E-E-T. </div>
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As of real time, I am writing this blog in my Mom's New York house. It has been three weeks of total chaos as far as my schedule is concerned (being the organized freak that I am when it comes to my schedule) and I got so used to it that having been idle for a couple of days now is driving me crazy. I was dying to do something; so I thought of blogging again since I didn't blog for awhile now. For those who do not know, I am one of the delegates from Davao who represented the Philippines as a vocalist for WCOPA or World Championships of Performing Arts that was held in Long Beach, California this year. We left NAIA on July 8 at 11:30AM, arrived LAX around 7AM on July 8, 2015 PST. </div>
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I originally planned to write about my WCOPA Journey as soon as we land in the States and blog real time or daily but jet lag and schedules got through me. Jet lag, boy, that sh*t is serious! I didn't know it could last for a week. I was at my weakest on our competition week because of this condition. I missed all of the celebration because I was too tired all the time. Nonetheless, I still enjoyed our competition week. I just wish I was a bit more of alive than zombie-ish.</div>
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To be honest, I didn't give it too much of a priority when I was informed about WCOPA late last year (2014). To me, joining WCOPA and going to the US is like so fetch: It's not going to happen.</div>
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So imagine my anxiety when the video auditions and the live auditions for Davao finally happened. I can still remember it vividly. I was not feeling well on live auditions day. I had the worst laryngitis and I didn't get enough sleep the previous night, but, I sang my heart out, as I always do in every song. Below is the video of all the Davao delegates' audition. </div>
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I was in the mall buying a water heater two weeks later when I received the text from <b>Mr. Jeremy Sarmiento</b>, Director of <b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/MuzicsKool?fref=ts" target="_blank">Muzic'sKool</a></b> and the official Davao Talent Scout for WCOPA that I got in. To my delight, my music family <b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/jetzshairajulia?fref=ts" target="_blank">Zhalia</a></b>, <b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/YFiYoungFilipinos?fref=ts" target="_blank">Y-Fi</a></b>, <b>Juliet Bahala</b>, and <b>Rigel Micolob</b> got in too! Another talented kid for the Junior division was added to the group, Jona Soquite, who turned out to be a real darling. </div>
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<b>Mr. Gerry Mercado</b>, the National Director of <b>WCOPA</b> Philippines who is also the manager of <b>Mr. Jed Madela</b>, personally went to Davao to orient the local delegates. It was such a thrilling experience! My dreams were slowly coming true. </div>
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<b>THE PROCESS </b></div>
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Everything happened so fast but it didn't come easy! But of course, nothing worth having comes easy. We needed money for our trip. We individually sent out sponsorship letters while Muzic'sKool organized events to raise money for our allowances aside from their sponsorship. <b>Mrs. Katrine Sarmiento</b>, wife of Mr. Jeremy Sarmiento, along with the rest of the MuzicsKool staff made it easier for all of the Davao delegates. They went as far as organizing a Peak Performance workshop with <b>Mr. Rob Rances</b> and a dress rehearsal for us to be confident on stage. </div>
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I have soooo much to share that I can't share it all in one blog, else, you'd get dragged at and eventually get bored with my endless stories. LOL. This is only first of the series of blogs that I have yet to write about this wonderful experience.There were a lot of interesting things that happened but the highlight of my WCOPA Journey was me bagging medals on ALL of the styles that I joined. I won GOLD for Contemporary, SILVER for Pop, and SILVER for Variety and it was such a wonderful feeling. I've waited for that moment for 12 years! I will never, EVER forget this journey. ;) </div>
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Services that are affordable with great customer service are so rare nowadays that when I find one, I always make sure to blog about it. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ZenPassionMassageandNailSpa?fref=ts" target="_blank">Zen Passion Massage and Spa</a> had me at hello.<br />
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I am a very busy person that it takes me weeks before I can have my nails done because all salons are already closed by the time I'm done with my dailies. So imagine my delight when I found out that there's a nice nail spa in my area that is open until 10pm on weekdays and 11pm on weekends.<br />
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They offer other services plus free wifi. Yay! :)<br />
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Yesterday was different though, While applying the primer on my brows and eyelids, I put a little too much that I had to spread some parts of it on my eye bags and on the side of my eyes. Then I thought, oh wow, this could make a great concealer! -- BIG MISTAKE. It made my face look like a walking cake. Yummy but not acceptable. LOL. </div>
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If you noticed, my face was not flawless at all. The primer highlighted my eye bags, wrinkles and it made a lot of creases -- THE HORROR! I took selfies with my normal face but you can still see that the primer was not "normal looking" like how I wanted my prepped up face to look. </div>
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To be fair, I took these photos 10 hours after putting my make up on. The eyebrows, eyeshadows and eyeliner are still there which means the primer did its job. However, I am in no way, making a primer my concealer again. Like, EVER! </div>
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Wrapping up this blog with the album's artists and press people from yesterday's presscon. </div>
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Artists featured in Kanta Kwento's Album: </div>
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1. Jizelle Dea Formilleza</div>
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2. Jet Tacsanan</div>
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3. Archie Uduando </div>
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4. Shaira Opsimar</div>
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5. GAP69</div>
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6. Cacho Ferrero (Arranger)</div>
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7. Juliet Bahala</div>
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8. Y-Fi</div>
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9. Julia Serad</div>
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10. Rigel Micolob</div>
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11. Fusion Juice </div>
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12. Jeremy Sarmiento (Composer) </div>
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The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-917825601841567332015-02-11T11:31:00.006-08:002015-02-11T18:17:09.409-08:00Everyday glowing look using drugstore make-ups <div style="text-align: justify;">
When I posted a selfie four days ago, a Facebook friend complimented on how great my skin is. I do have a fair skin, at least fairer than the average Filipino color but it's definitely far from perfect, I just know the right products to use for my everyday <a href="http://thestreetsmartfashionista.blogspot.com/search/label/Make-ups%20and%20Scents" target="_blank">make-up</a>.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The selfie that launched this blog lol </td></tr>
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I only use my "expensive" make-ups (mac, urban decay, lancome) on special occasions but for my daily do, I use my favorite drugstore make-ups. </div>
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<b>1. Evian facial spray (Php 199.00) </b><br />
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It's an inexpensive primer that doesn't make your face look too "cakey". Nobody wants a cakey face. Also, Philippines has a normally warm weather, this facial spray hydrates your skin for 8 hours. So no matter how stressed out you can get, this spray can help you look radiant all day, everyday. </div>
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<b>2. Celeteque matte moisturizer with SPF 30 (Php 230.00) </b><br />
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Whoever invented this product deserves a noble prize! No? Okay. but give that brilliant person a gerderm prize! I discovered this product only three months ago and it was inside a bank. I was opening an account and I couldn't help but notice how radiant the skin is of the teller that was assisting me. I could tell that she's using a foundation or whatever because her neck area was not as radiant as her face (P.S. don't make that mistake) but I was staring at her the whole time, trying to figure out the product that she's using. I badly needed to know because she was literally glowing that I had to stop her in the middle of our transaction and asked for the magic potion. I immediately took a mental note and went straight to the mall after to buy it. What took me by surprise was how affordable Celeteque is! </div>
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I usually let the product dry on my face by facing the fan after applying before putting on a lose powder (face powder is okay to use too) so that the product will sit better. A small amount will do to cover the whole facial area. I am still using the first bottle that I bought three months ago.<br />
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<b>3. Nichido eyebrow pencil (Php 60.00) </b><br />
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I use the intense bronze shade because it suits best with my skin color. It is important that you know the shade that blends well with your skin and hair color. Don't hesitate to play with the testers provided. Buy the best shade that won't make you look like a Cara-Delevingne-Wanna-Be-Gone-Wrong.</div>
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<b>4. Nichido eyeliner (Php 68.00) </b><br />
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Been using this product for 6 years now because it is easy to use, manage and its CHEAP! When used everyday, it will last for up to 3 months. It is not waterproof though so think twice when crying with this product on. </div>
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<b>5. IN2IT sheer shimmer blush (Php 375.00) </b><br />
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I love this product because it doesn't easily come off plus it's an instant highlighter.<br />
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<b>6. Ever Bilena matte lipstick, Pink Flame shade (Php 145.00) </b><br />
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My favorite drugstore lipstick! </div>
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For me, the key to getting the best everyday look is to always strive for the "natural" look. Remember that not everything is "hiyang" for our skin. What may work for me, may not work for you. It took me awhile to find the products that are best for my face and skin type. Also, since I have a passion for make-ups, I dedicated some of my extra hours to research on make up reviews and tutorials. </div>
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Physical beauty is nothing without a beautiful heart and personality but why not have both if you can. </div>
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Capping this blog with the side by side before and after grid for a better comparison.<br />
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<br />The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-67703340358202804692015-02-04T10:03:00.000-08:002015-02-04T19:52:44.705-08:00My Tacloban community immersion experience (PART 1) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
In my <a href="http://thestreetsmartfashionista.blogspot.com/2015/01/tacloban-and-pope-francis-dream-come.html" target="_blank">previous blog</a>, I wrote about my recent trip to Tacloban as one of the medical team volunteers for the Papal 2015 visit which was organized by Balsa and the <a href="http://greedypeg.org/sup/Sisters-Association-in-Mindanao-SAMIN.html" target="_blank">SAMIN</a> sisters (Sisters Association in Mindanao). We stayed in Tacloban for 6 days and one of the activities is the community immersion.</div>
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Along with the members of SAMIN sisters, we were divided into five groups to be dispersed to different communities in Tacloban. My group was assigned to Brgy. Cogon, Tanauan. We were supposed to leave at 3pm, but because of some transportation problems, we left the city around 7PM.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My group: from right, our guide Ate Gina, Sir Dolping, Sister Skola, Sister Ali, the group leader Sister Mafe, Sister Sharon, Sister Maris, Sister Didith and Father Ruben. Excited! </td></tr>
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It was almost 9PM when we arrived in Brgy. Cogon. The first thing I noticed was the immense darkness. There were no street lights and only few of the houses had electricity where a single light bulb serves the whole house. Our car stopped in front of a house where a group of people are eagerly smiling and seemed very excited to meet us. After we gathered our things, we were led to a house where a group of families were waiting for us. Since it was already late, we quickly introduced ourselves and picked our sponsors. Sponsors are families that will adopt us for the night. Since there were 8 of us, we divided ourselves into four groups so that each of the families will have at least two of us. I was partnered with Sister Maris.</div>
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Sister Maris and I's sponsor family immediately had us rest in their house. While they were preparing our bed, an old lady in her 70's, carrying a big flashlight came to talk to us. She was wondering why she didn't receive any visitors. She got dismayed by that because she already prepared food by 1 pm, expecting us to arrive at 4pm and that she would be adopting some people for the night.</div>
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While I focused my attention on putting some comforters on our makeshift bed so that my body won't ache and charging my tablets to my powerbank, sister Maris was busy apologizing to the old lady, explaining that there were only eight of us instead of 15 and so the group only needed 4 houses. The old lady who was obviously upset and wouldn't budge, wouldn't take no for an answer. To my horror, sister Maris asked if I can go with the old lady and sleep at her house.<br />
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At the risk of sounding like a total drama queen, I almost wanted to cry when I heard the question. It was my first community immersion, I didn't know a single soul in the area, the only person familiar to me was Sister Maris whom I met roughly two days before so she was basically still a stranger to me, electricity was not a popular need, and one important lesson I learned from watching horror films filmed in remote areas is to never leave your partner. If you die, you must die together.<br />
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When the old lady pleaded for us to at least eat the food that she prepared for dinner, we finally gave in to her request to her delight. Nanay's house was no different from our sponsor's house. It has the same size and design. Sister Mariz then explained that the house was a donation from The UN Refugee Agency.<br />
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First thing that Nanay did was to re-heat the instant pancit canton when we arrived at her house. She kept on apologizing for the inconvenience and for the absence of electricity that we had to repeatedly assure her that it's not a problem. I was not really hungry but I had to eat what Nanay served to show respect. While eating, I noticed a Gardenia loaf bread on the table. Minutes later, Nanay offered us the bread, pointing out that she had to travel to the nearest town to buy that special bread for her visitors to eat. Not for her, only for the visitors. Visitors deserves the best, she said. My heart immediately melted. Judging her living condition, a Gardenia loaf bread must have cost her a lot. When Sister Maris asked me again if I can sleep at Nanay's house, I finally agreed after negotiating to have Ate Gina (our guide) to be with me.</div>
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I guess I got melodramatic with the whole thing because Nanay (I forgot her name) was nothing but a hospitable human being. She gave us the best sheets to sleep on that I didn't even need to set my comforter, she gave us her smoothest downy smelling blanket, and she set us a <i>mosquitero</i>.<br />
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To my delight, Nanay served us nilagang kamote, fried fish, fried egg and bought us a "special" coffee which is Cafe Blanca by Kopiko.</div>
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I got guilty eating breakfast though because I heard nanay earlier that morning asking the fish vendor if she can score half a kilo of fish and pay it in the next days. I wanted to pay for the fish but stopped myself because she might take it as an insult. On our orientation the night before, we were informed that it is their happiness to serve the visitors. We must not show any signs of pity. I however took a mental note to ask Sister Maris if I can give Nanay some money before we go. I was not able to take a picture of Nanay because I got too engrossed talking to her that I didn't realize that it was already time to go to the community chapel for the Psycho Social Intervention with the children of the community which I am going to talk about on my next blog. </div>
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1. <b>Respect </b>- "When in Rome, act like a Roman." Easier said than done but this is a must when in a community immersion especially in a place where a tragic event took place. Most of these people are traumatized, they are usually sensitive with things. (i.e) If they eat using their hands, eat using your hands too.<br />
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2. <b>Observe</b>. This is what I lacked when Nanay first expressed her disappointments of not getting any visitors. I was even annoyed. And that's where I failed. I failed to observe her needs of having someone at her house, of her efforts not being dump in the drains. Looking back, I wish I didn't have to make her plea for our presence.<br />
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3. <b>Listen</b>. These people have gone through so much that having someone to listen to them and empathize with them is already a big help. I realized this when we spent hours of talking about Typhoon Yolanda, of how the government failed to help them, of how oppressed they are. I am usually the talkative type, but that night, I just listened. And I know, it somehow helped them unload their baggages.<br />
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<b>2.</b> <b>Be stubborn</b> - I admit, I am guilty on this one. I almost did not give in to Sister Maris's request to sleep in Nanay's house. I might have missed the chance of making an old lady happy. So don't. Just don't. Refer to Do's #1. </div>
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<b>3.</b> <b>Pry</b> - Pry, as in, asking the head of the family why he has 5 children when he's earning a meager salary. We are there to make them feel good, not to lecture them on their life choices.<br />
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The immersion was definitely a life learning experience. It made me think about my shallow problems like worrying about my almost emptied mac lipstick, when these families worry about what to eat and will they be able to buy fish for their meals the next day. Then again, I realized that we all have to cope with situations that's given to us. That's why we all have comfort zones. If you put a CEO of a software company in a farm, give him a mud tractor to ply the soils, he may figure out how to turn it on but he will never be able to use it like a pro. It will take days, even months for him to be comfortable with the heat of the sun, the mud's feel on his well pedicured feet and the weight of the tractor, but he will always long for his computers. Same with a farmer, if you put him in the CEO's office, he may know how to turn on the computers but it will take him months or even years to muster the codes and he will at some point wish he was still plying soils.</div>
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While the people in that community work hard everyday to put food on the table and eat three times a day, I work everyday to put food on the table, send my children to private schools, buy things that I want, have fun with my friends and it will never be enough, because that's my comfort zone. Being in constant battle with life. Life in that community may be simple, all you had to do is work to eat but I will never survive that life choice. I will die miserably, wishing I was running the world instead of settling for less, at least for me.<br />
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Here's a picture of me and a very cute baby from the community to cap this blog. </div>
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I have raved on my social networks how 2014 was a good year for me and I kind of had the impression that 2015 would not be that giving, Mrs. Good Karma has to make her rounds, right? But I don't know what kind of good I did in my lifetime to have the universe in my favor because two items in my bucket list are officially crossed out, and the first month of the year haven't even ended yet! How awesome is that? </div>
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<b>Bucket list #1: Tacloban </b></div>
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I am not a public servant or a dedicated humanitarian but when I saw the catastrophe Typhoon Haiyan caused, the human side of me immediately wanted to go there and help but I was too sick then. All I could do was donate whatever I can, take part of benefit concerts, and pray for the people affected. On January 7 this year, my mom asked if I want to be a part of their medical team for a Tacloban mission for a week and will be leaving on January 12. My doctor haven't given me the slightest approval yet to go under any strenuous activities and my schedule was already packed the said week of departure but I said yes without any hesitations. It was like the rightest thing to do. <br />
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I was not able to roam around the city because I was not comfortable going out without my mom. But on January 14, we went to Brgy. Cogon, Tanauan, Leyte for an overnight community service with a group of missionary nuns so I took pictures of the surroundings inside the van. The immersion was indeed a life changing experience. It was in that activity where I was able to grasp the plight of the survivors and how it changed their lives drastically. I am going to talk about it on my next blog and why it made a 360 degree turn in my life as well. Tacloban hasn't fully recovered yet. You can still see the awful things that Typhoon Haiyan caused to the people. It was overwhelming to see the place. It made me ask myself: Where is the 12.3 billion dollars donated by the world? But that's another story and another blog. </div>
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<b>Bucketlist #2: Pope Francis </b></div>
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My fascination for Pope Francis started when I learned all about his non-traditional act of kindness as a pope especially when I learned that he doesn't condemn the <a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/pope-francis-says-the-catholic-church-should-support-families-with-gay-children--but-that-samesex-marriage-has-not-crossed-our-minds-9909727.html" target="_blank">LGBT community</a> and <a href="http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/news/pope-calls-single-mother-offers-to-baptize-her-child/" target="_blank">mothers out of wedlock</a>.<br />
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We arrived at the meeting place on the 12th of January at 4:30 am. First thing I saw was my college school bus and it gave me my first feeling of elation on this trip, the bus meant comfortable land travel and I was right. Second thing I saw was the tarpaulin in front of the bus that said "Papal Visit 2015". I could remember my heart skipping a beat. I immediately looked for my mom inside the bus and asked her if we were going to see the Pope and Holy Mother of Christ, she said YES.<br />
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I was so happy that I could barely contain my excitement but there were already nuns and volunteers inside the bus. I didn't want to embarrass my mom so all I did was jump up and down, scream inside my head and thank the universe for being so good to me.<br />
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It was on January 17 when I was finally able to see the Pope. That day will be forever engraved in my heart because it was definitely not a walk in the park. Since vehicles were forbidden to roam around the perimeters of downtown Tacloban, we had to start walking at 2am from where we were staying to the airport where the mass with the Pope took place. We arrived at the airport at exactly 4am.<br />
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There were already thousands of pilgrims who spent the night in their respective quadrants. When we reached our quadrant, we were delighted to find out that ours (#5) is only a hundred meters away from the altar<br />
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The original schedule for the mass was 10am but the Pope learned about the on-going storm in Tacloban where people were waiting for him under a heavy rain. He asked for an earlier flight so it only took us 5 hours to wait for him instead of 6 (This information was announced over the mic to the delight of the pilgrims). We took advantage of the 5 hour wait and took selfies after the 5am rosary. Seriously, there was no better way to enjoy that wait under a pouring rain and strong winds than taking selfies, we had to entertain ourselves than focus on the bad.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bevs my official bestfriend in this trip haha!</td></tr>
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Pope Francis' plane arrived at 9am as promised. People went ballistic when we saw the plane up on the sky while preparing its landing. We were shouting and screaming. It was overwhelming! The crowd were filled with catharsis. Who wouldn't? It was THE Pope. The Pope, who in my opinion, is truly living and following the teachings of Christ.<br />
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The crowd went wild when we finally saw Pope Francis in person while he was on his way to the altar. My favorite moment was when he put on the same yellow raincoat that the crowd were wearing (given for free). I think it was his way of showing solidarity with the people. I had goosebumps all over! I was not able to take pictures during the mass because I was so into it which was surprising. To be honest at the risk of being jduged, I am not a religious Catholic, I could barely stand a one hour mass. But I was able to withstand that 2 hour mass, sang all the songs played and listened to every word the Pope has to say in his homily.<br />
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The Pope made his rounds after the mass on his famous Pope mobile. I think he did it to give chance to other pilgrims to see him up-close whose quadrants were far from the altar. When I realized that our quadrant was near the road where the Pope's police escort were preparing, I told my mom that it must be the starting point road for the Pope's parade to the city. We immediately went there and we were lucky enough to be in a position where we can clearly see the Pope. The policemen were nice too! They let us get near the road without following the barricade.<br />
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We waited for another 15-20 minutes before I saw the Pope's mobile gracing the road. Here's <a href="https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=698421566944316&set=vb.100003294376646&type=3&theater" target="_blank">the video</a> of the Pope waving at us. Please excuse me as I gush like a kid.<br />
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When we couldn't see the Pope mobile anymore, we then started to walk for another 2 hours back to where we were staying. I couldn't feel my feet, my hips were hurting by this time and I could barely walk because of the pain. We were halfway down the road when we heard the police sirens again and it was the pope's caravan, exiting Tacloban downtown on it's way to Palo. I was able to see him again and this time, I only took mental pictures and video exclusive for my memory. That moment gave me enough strength to walk another kilometers.<br />
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It was already 1:30 pm when we reached Cawacsi training center (where we were staying). I took a long bath to get rid of the mud on my body. I didn't even bother to eat lunch because I was already excited to lie down and rest. I was so exhausted but it was a good exhausted. It was the best experience E-VER! </div>
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The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-1974451465767857842015-01-06T00:10:00.000-08:002015-01-06T00:49:27.822-08:00Dingdong-Marian #DM123014: The wedding that launched a thousand hypocritesWhat do you know, my first blog after 5 months of being inactive, blogging wise and my first ever blog for 2015 talks about a couple that I don't even like.<br />
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Dingdong is okay. He's handsome alright, and he was one of the matinee idols back in my high school days but I have always disliked Marian. I don't hate her but I have never developed a fascination for her beauty or fashion style to say the least. I don't like her acting, I don't like how she speaks and I don't like her big teeth. Insecure much? Not really. I only get insecure with women who have beauty and brains. No offense Marians, when I say brains, think about Maya Angelou, Oprah, Hillary Clinton and Miriam Defensor or Resci Rizada (a Davao local beauty queen who graduated college with honors and who just graduated law with honors).<br />
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Those are the type of people that irk the hell out of my entirety for not being born like them, but when I saw Marian in her wedding dress, I was stunned. She IS beautiful. In fact, I believe I spent 80% of my December 30, 2014 liking posts about their wedding. The bride was stunning, the groom was unsurprisingly handsome and the people invited were all beautiful of course.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(c) <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MarianRivera?fref=ts" target="_blank">Marian Rivera's Offcial facebook account </a></td></tr>
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My Facebook newsfeed was filled with the wedding details. I was not surprised at all since they are both major television stars but then again, we all have different reactions towards the event. One Facebook friend who lives in the states who couldn't care less about the couple got so annoyed over the flood posts that she opted to sleep rather than dwell on the annoyance of seeing deets that she doesn't need on her newsfeed. I actually feel sorry for her; she's not the type to rant. There's also one faFacebookriend who blustered about the couple's choice of a very public wedding. She claimed that if they have class, they should've chosen an intimate wedding. While it got me raising my eyebrows, I found myself respecting her opinion. After all, Mr. and Mrs. Smith chose to have a very simple and intimate wedding.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(c) <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MarianRivera?fref=ts" target="_blank">Marian Rivera's official Facebook account</a></td></tr>
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The wedding gained a lot of negative reaction and to be honest, it annoyed me more than the flood posts about the wedding details on my Facebook newsfeed and Twitter. Someone wrote an article bashing the couple about the 8 bishops and 7 priests who wed them, there was even an article dedicated to discussing about the 7 million peso cake, there was also this article about the couple's violation towards the Philippine's civil code against "thoughtless extravagance". All of these posts made me sad but nothing made me fuming mad than this post.<br />
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Where does this someone, who posts an article from a satirical website who had to use his wife's loaned money for the expenses, get the guts to compare his wedding to another couple's important day who worked hard for years to have the wedding that they want? Are we supposed to praise someone who let his wife spend for the wedding just because it was simple and they were the "happiest"? Well newsflash, marriage doesn't work that way.<br />
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I am sorry for the long post. Here's a heart shaped potato with two eggs and a knife to nourish your frozen hearts.<br />
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<br />The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-58361824453061959722014-07-08T06:36:00.000-07:002014-07-08T23:43:00.301-07:00How To Be A Perfect Single Mother <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I honestly don’t know! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am not a
perfect single mom, I actually think I sometimes suck as a mom! I suck as a mom
whenever I can’t be there for my son just because I have to work. I suck when
my son wants to get my attention because I am too busy working 17 hours
straight. I do sometimes suck as a mom, and it feels awful. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Kobe at 3 months</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">ootd: Pambahay clothes lol </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I know a lot of single moms
who say that we shouldn't blame ourselves for every misgiving we make to our
children because we can’t do everything. That no matter how often we put on our super mom suits, we just can’t be
superheroes because even the best fall down sometimes. But for me, who else is there to blame? We
were the one who chose who to father our children. It was supposed to be our responsibility
to carefully choose a man who is responsible enough to raise a child, OUR child.
And since we were unable to do that, then I believe that we have no right to
cut ourselves some slack on giving our child the best and we definitely cannot
blame it on the fact that their father turned out to be an ass. Besides, if you
fall down then you are not the best. And I want to be the best for my son.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Kobe at 5 months on my 27th birthday </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">my ootd <b>blacksheep </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">kobe's ootd <b>gingersnaps</b> </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">These sentiments were awaken when
I was not able to do my son’s project last week. He’s in K1 and their teacher
required them to bring 5 cut out images of things that start with letter A on
Monday, bring an object that starts with letter B on Tuesday and bring 5 cut
out images that start with letter B on Wednesday. Simple projects right? But I
was not able help my son make them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was too busy with work and with
my starting business that I completely forgot to check his notebook for his
daily assignments. Though I was able to
submit the projects on time, I still was not able to teach my son what images
to cut for things that start with letter A and B because I was such in a
hurry to submit it by 1PM so I did it myself, and why I hastily brought a bible
on the last minute to their classroom for an object that starts with letter B.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Not
only that, I had to find out on Thursday that Kobe was bitten by his classmate
on his left arm the day before, that he was brought to the clinic for a tetanus
injection and that it left a big mark on his left arm and I did not even notice
that night because I-was-too-busy! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I cried for a good 15 minutes
feeling sorry for my son for having a failure mom. I just couldn’t believe I
oversaw those things. I felt like I was the worst mother on earth and asked
myself why can’t I be the perfect mom that my son deserves to have? So I made a
promise. I vowed that I should not let these things happen again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Here are 5 of the things that I am doing in my quest to be the perfect single mother for Kobe. I have been doing the last two already, top three were just developed recently.</span><br />
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<b style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Use Google
calendar.</span> </i></b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">I think we all take a mental note on something very important
and think that we will remember it later. Well unless you are <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgmO32IdwuE" target="_blank">Bryan Mills</a>,
then do not make that mistake! Use a calendar tool that will consistently remind
you on something imperative. I did that to remind me to check Kobe’s physical well-being
and assignments daily. The tool has helped me a lot to be efficient not only to
be a mother but also to be a good employee/business woman. My favorite calendar
tool is Google calendar because I have an android phone. </span></span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Not only will it
snooze 15 minutes before the assigned time</span></span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">You can download it for free in Playstore. If you are an iPhone user, <a href="https://www.blogger.com/"><span id="goog_2003692904"></span>you can follow this instruction<span id="goog_2003692905"></span></a>. I am pretty sure there are other calendar tools that you can download. For
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daily schedule.</span> </i></b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">I use Google calendar of course. I have been doing this
for a while now but only for work. But I found out just last week that it is
also very important to set an extra time for my son. Being a mom with a home based
job, this is a huge advantage for me because I can now set a time to be with my
son at least 15-30 minutes in the morning without hurting my schedule. </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">I don’t know with moms who have corporate jobs
but I am pretty sure setting a time to call the child/children or the nanny to
check on them for 5 mins wouldn’t hurt either right? I set schedules for as
little as “Ask yaya if Kobe took his vitamins” or “Check Kobe’s teeth if
brushed, check ears and nails if cleaned and cut”.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">I swear, it really works! </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">I now have the time to not only check on my
son’s physical but as well as emotional well being. Organizing my time allowed
me to set 6PM-7PM for a study time with him. Because of my busy schedule the
past months, it has been very hard to find the time to put him to sleep but ever
since I put a “son time” on my daily schedule, I am able to do that now too and
it feels great!</span></span><br />
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a letter to teacher.</span> </i></b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Last night, I saw my son’s exam results and I got
a bit sad. He scored poorly on defining the parts of an ant. Out of 5, he only
got 1 and it’s the head which is nice because a 4 year old kid should recognize
an ant’s head, right? But I was surprised though that they had a quiz on
something that was not in the pointers and subject discussions as stated on my
son’s assignment notebook. So I wrote a letter to my son’s teacher</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This would alert
the teacher that I am keeping an eye on my child. Teachers usually
favor children whose parents are well aware on their child’s activities. I got
a text right after Kobe’s teacher received the letter.</span><br />
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you are a single mother? Who says you need to be “losyang” looking? Who says
you can’t have a love life anymore? Well, a lot of people say that, especially
the narrow minded ones. “Unsa mana siya uy laag-laag unya ang anak gibiyaan”,
or “Jusko, perting pulaha ug lipstick nag two piece two piece pa jud, anakan
naman unta!”, or worse “Haaay Ginoo, nag uyab uyab pa, maypag gi focus na lang
niya iyahang time sa iyahang anak. Igata uy!” and other stupid things people
say. Tell you what? F*CK THEM ALL! (excuse my French!)</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You have more time to party or with your friends than with your child.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You can buy a Mac Rubi Woo lipstick but not your child’s vitamins or milk or NEEDS. (Good Lord!)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You spend a lot of money and time with your boyfriend (??) but you can’t even send your child to a decent school.</span></li>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">As what I have said earlier, I have no right to cut myself some slack because I am now a mother and it’s a lifetime job, but it doesn't mean I can’t have a life or look good or be happy again either. But I always make sure that in everything I do, my son is always on top of my list. I was still able to <a href="http://thestreetsmartfashionista.blogspot.com/search/label/Travels%20and%20Places" target="_blank">travel to a lot of places</a> but I make sure that I leave my son to the best person who can be his 2nd mom. He has a nanny that’s been with us for almost 4 years now and treats him like a son too. </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Kobe's white shirt <b>GAP</b></span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I still go out but I make sure that he has everything that he needs and everything is taken cared of before I go out to see my friends or buy something expensive for me. I have an amazing boyfriend who understands that my son is my FIRST priority and that he comes second. It’s not easy to find someone who can understand that, I am one of the lucky few. The key to this is to not do the same mistake twice. Your ex (your child’s father) should be a perfect example on who to NOT date. LOL. I remember last June, my boyfriend set a dinner with his family on Father’s day and he already told them that I will be joining. His parents are amazing people and the last thing that I wanna do is disappoint them. His parent’s house is an hour away from the city so it means that I would have to spend the night there. That same week, we just moved to our new house and the house is not gated yet. The thought of leaving my son with the two nannies overnight in a house without a gate terrified me a lot so I decided to cancel the father's day plan even if I already promised my boyfriend that I will be cooking dinner for his parents. Should he have done that to me, I would have bitched about it but he didn’t even budge. He told me that he already figured it out when he saw the ungated house and that I should watch my son first. That’s the kind of boyfriend all single mothers should have. </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Before, Kobe would always annoy me whenever I work and it used to upset me. But ever since I made him realize that there is a time for me and a time for him, he would now leave me alone whenever I am facing my computer. There are times when in the middle of my work time, he would ask if we can go to bed together and hug each other. He would eventually let go of me after 5 mins and say "Okay mommy, you can go back to work now" which is really sweet! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Again, I am not a perfect single mom, but following these 5 steps made me feel like I have accomplished something as a mother because I can see it on how my son behaves. He is a happy, disciplined and sweet child.</span><br />
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white blazer <b>Attitude</b>, blue satchel + denim shorts + white shoes <b>ukay-ukay</b><br />
Kobe's ootd: Spiderman shirt and short pants <b>SM Department store</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">my ootd: black dress <b>Soul,</b> Knitted blazer <b>Divisoria</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Attend school meetings, never miss their first day of school, attend daddy's day for them because after all, you are a daddy too! Make sure to have them prepared for the next school day, do NOT miss anything that is happening in their lives because if you do, you will never know why they suddenly became silent and aloof. You will never know why they changed and what happened just because you missed that single life changing moment. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I want to be a good mom. I don't want to be a single mom who will ask myself someday, "Where did I go wrong?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am not a perfect single mom, but I want to be a perfect single mom to the eyes of my son. This is going to be a lifelong challenge but I don't care. With prayers and with deed, I know I will be okay. </span></div>
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I've always had an OCD problem ever since I can remember. I don't like having it because it usually stresses me out from the littlest things. Everything has to go my way. From cleaning the house, to storing my meds, storing food, to organizing my son's daily schedule, everything needs to be immaculate in my eyes and mind. So when I noticed my bags just sitting on top of my make up table, almost decaying because of my lack of care (got too busy earning money), I was completely horrified. I had to do something!</div>
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It's not easy having the need to <a href="http://thestreetsmartfashionista.blogspot.com/search/label/Life%20Hacks" target="_blank">organize everything</a>, and it doesn't come cheap too! Most of these organizing stuff are expensive. You have to be really creative to be able to afford these organizing kits, stands and closets especially if you are on a tight budget. I'm glad I have that talent.</div>
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It was actually pure luck when I found my 99 peso bag organizer. I was originally looking for wood hangers to organize my belts and necklaces when I saw them and I thought, "I could use this for my bags too!". And it didn't fail me!</div>
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You can also use it to organize your belts. It can hold up to 20 necklaces, 10 belts, 6 big bags and 20 sling bags. I just recently held a garage sale and my things are almost sold out so I can't take a picture of the wooden hanger holding that much since I only have a few of my things left. I have yet to fill it again! Haha! </div>
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I bought 4 of these wooden hangers and they only cost me Php 396.00. Way cheaper than Php 2,800 plus they look posh so it's a steal!</div>
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Having gained 40 kilos from a high risk pregnancy and was extremely fat for three years because of the steroids, I swore to God never to return to the body that I had 7 years ago.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">me with friends last September 21 in <a href="https://www.facebook.com/PriveLuxuryClub?fref=ts" target="_blank">Prive Luxury Club</a> celebrating my 30th birthday </td></tr>
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So when I first noticed the body changes first week of December 2013 (roughly 6 months ago), I got really worried. I was <a href="https://www.facebook.com/VegetableJuicing?fref=ts" target="_blank">juicing</a> that time and was having a no rice diet, imagine the horror when my favorite shorts won't fit me anymore considering that it still fit me the week before. I was so confused! I started running every morning, did the 10 minute ab routine, and even started to write down daily food intake just to keep track if I am over eating or not but I was still gaining weight. It was horrible!</div>
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Cardigan P150 Divisoria<br />
Dress P110 Divisoria</td></tr>
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People took notice of my weight gain, and I didn't like it. I started to hate myself. I went through some rough moments when I had to fight the urge to eat and just drink the juices I make everyday. I got bitter. I would complain on <a href="http://8list.ph/annoying-things-pinoys-say/" target="_blank">how rude people</a> are whenever they tell me that I got really fat. But the truth is, I was more angry at myself because I just couldn't lose weight.</div>
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I first thought that it was because of my strenuous exercises. But when my legs swelled again on March 25 and with an intolerable pain this time, I knew I had to have myself checked.</div>
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When my doctor told me about the <a href="http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/info/lupus/" target="_blank">rare disease</a> that I have, I got very upset and depressed. I just won a health battle last year and I couldn't believe that I am going to have to face another health problem again. It was awful. I thought, so that explains the weight gain, that explains the extreme exhaustion even if I'm not doing anything, so that explains the swelling.. and so on.</div>
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It was really hard to be okay with it. There were so many things that I had to sacrifice.</div>
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I had to stop singing, I had to stop exercising, and I had to accept that I can't do anything about my FAT body. I had to stop hurting myself and accept people's criticism and looks of surprise especially when they saw me months earlier.</div>
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It was not easy at first, it was awfully and bloody hard. I had to endure seeing posts of my fb friends with their hot bodies <a href="http://thestreetsmartfashionista.blogspot.com/search/label/Travels%20and%20Places" target="_blank">last summer</a>, but at the same time, I was relieved. I was relieved that there was a reason why I gained weight and it was not because I didn't take care of myself.</div>
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Now, I don't get upset anymore when people would call me fat or comment on my weight gain rudely. I eventually got the hang of it. So how did I do it? I researched a lot. I followed health blogs. I followed blogs and <a href="http://instagram.com/bikinibodymommy" target="_blank">instagram accounts</a> of people who talk about their struggles on gaining weight. I took notes on things they did to regain their confidence.<br />
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<b>1. <i>I accepted the fact that I am sick.</i></b> And I cannot do something about my weight gain.</div>
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<b>2. <i>I accepted the fact that I am now FAT</i></b>. Because I did gain weight and that's the truth. </div>
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<b>3. <i>I let go of my dresses (and shoes)</i>. </b> Looking at my smaller size clothes used to depress me because non of them would fit me anymore. So I sold them. (and earned 5k+ from it!). Now, I wouldn't have to see and try them on which would only depress me more. I bought myself nice clothes with bigger sizes from my garage sale earnings and it made me feel better!</div>
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<b>4. <i>I stopped caring about what other people think</i>.</b> This is a cliche, but maybe it became a cliche because this works big time for a lot of people! When I stopped caring about what other people would think of me and started focusing on my well being, I became more comfortable with my fat self. </div>
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<b>5. <i>I followed all of my doctors advice</i>. </b>Well this is self explanatory. I want to get well, FAST!</div>
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<b>6.</b> <b><i>I accepted and recognized the love and care of the people who were truly there for me.</i></b> When we are angry at ourselves, we tend to pin this on people who really care for us. And that's one of the mistakes that I did. My family have been very supportive but my boyfriend played a major role in my battle against depression and weight gain. I was so afraid that my weight gain would somehow lessen his love for me that I became defensive. I even blamed my weight gain on him! But he knew that it was my depression talking and not me, so he didn't leave me. He supported me instead of being angry at me. And support means, researching on food that I can eat and not eat. Planning for my daily exercise that would not exhaust me and jumping on things that would stress me out. It's a wonderful feeling when someone still loves and adore you like a beauty queen even if you look like someone who spent a month in McDonalds.<br />
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I am not saying that it's okay to be FAT because it isn't. It's utterly unhealthy and I think this is a popular opinion. The above mentioned only apply to those people who are suffering the same disease as mine or suffering an illness that would make them bloat and gain weight like crazy. Hope this will help you guys!</div>
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The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-61907767044022059212014-05-21T01:25:00.000-07:002014-05-22T02:35:39.825-07:00Of Love And Betrayal <div style="text-align: justify;">
For more than a year, I have been staying away from toxic people in my life and I became a happier person since then. 7 months ago, someone knocked on my door at 3am and said he needed my help. Because he's a family, I welcomed him in my house with open arms. I gave him food to eat, water to drink, clothed him and gave him his wants like cigarettes and booze when he asks for it in an attempt to save him from his misery. As a single mother, the financial burden is a big added deal but I wanted him to trust me like a parent, and confide to me like a sister.<br />
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As a 25 year old grown up man, I never asked him to look for a job. I figured that he'd be wise enough to know that he needed to get a job in order to finance his needs and wants. As a child, I have always hated it when people have to tell me what to do. There's a thin line between teaching and "pangunahan" ka. I hate the latter. So I thought he would hate it if I do that, so I didn't. A month went by, two, three and came his 7th month living under my roof, he still didn't look for a job. There were times when I asked him to do my job for me which he obligingly did, though I always end up finishing it for him. And I paid him. I paid him well.</div>
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You see, I have this reputation of being emotionally abused by people that I love. It may be a friend, a relative or a boyfriend. My bestfriend once told me that I am not good in socializing with people that I don't like. I don't kiss asses. If I don't like you, then I wouldn't go through lengths of moving a single nerve to even give you a smile or a nod. But when I like a person or love a person, I go to the extremes of showing you my love and care. As a child, I thought that's a good trait. But growing up, I am not sure anymore. This trait has led me to making bad decisions, and this, is one of the worst.<br />
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It wasn't until I became aware that I lost a huge amount of money two weeks ago, and it wasn't until I found out that he pawned my cellphone (just this morning) that I realized that I am making a huge mistake. Helping him was a bad idea and my idea of "help" and "therapy" was not good for him. </div>
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I became really angry three hours ago, who wouldn't? I felt betrayed, abused and tricked. I said things that were so hurtful that it hurts to even hear those words coming from me. When he opened his mouth, I thought he would say sorry, (because that's what you do when you hurt people right?) But instead, he said "Mulakaw na lang ko uy, pabug-at raman ko dri!" (I'll move out of this house then! I'm a burden for you anyway!")</div>
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I watched him wash his clothes. I watched him cry. I heard him when he said 'Goodbye and Thank you". And I watched him go out of the door. Crying. </div>
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I love my brother. I love him. God knows that. And I wish I never said the words that I said to him. Albeit everything that he did, my heart is bleeding right now. </div>
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But he has to help himself. So I need to carry this burden so that I can truly help him. I need to teach him resilience, something that our parents never did because of their undying love for us. </div>
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If he's ready to change, I will still welcome him with open arms. </div>
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I miss you Noy. :'(<br />
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I have always wanted to go to Surigao when I first heard about how Enchanting this much talked about Enchanted River is, so when my friend mentioned about it on our <a href="http://thestreetsmartfashionista.blogspot.com/2014/05/my-first-time-to-love-at-first-sight.html" target="_blank">Dahican Summerfrolic 2014</a> getaway, I immediately asked ze boyfie if we can go and of course as what good boyfriends always do, he said YES! </div>
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The trip was going to be 2 weeks after our Dahican getaway so I was hesitant about our (Siege and I) wallet situations, but when my friend said it's only 2k pesos per head, I was like "Really?!" and the friend was like "Lagi! (Yessss!!!) and I was like "with breakfast, lunch, entrance fees, van and gasoline and all that??!!" and the Surigao trip had us when she answered "Yup".</div>
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To be honest, I had some hesitations. Aside from my health situation which would make my body bloat like a balloon when stressed and tired (was so sick that week), I was also having some apprehensions because of how cheap the tour is going to be. I know, I'm THE Streetsmart Fashionista and I'm supposed to blog about cheap finds and travels but this tour is unbelievably cheap. But as what I always do, when in doubt, I trust my first instinct and so, I went. </div>
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Because I was not feeling well and my legs were already starting to swell, I wasn't able take any pictures from that really nice karinderya (food kiosk) that we had breakfast in. I was more focused on how painful my legs were than remembering that I needed to blog about the trip. What I can say is that the place was nice and clean and they served really yummy Filipino food that it reminded me of my lola's (grandma) weekend specials. They served different types of food like dried fish, bulalo, pinakbet, shrimps, giniling and menudo. They also served us instant coffee. We literally have to tell them to stop serving us food before we explode. I was not kidding about exploding though because my bloating quickly escalated from feet to my upper body... Ugh! </div>
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Next stop was Tinuy-an Falls. Alright I may get a lot of boos from here and there about this observation but I'm sorry, I have to say this, I was really disappointed with the place. Having seen a lot of great <a href="https://www.google.com.ph/search?q=tinuy-an+falls&es_sm=93&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=oJxzU-3IKMSC8gWu2oBw&ved=0CAgQ_AUoAQ" target="_blank">pictures of Tinuy-an Falls</a> from blogs that I read that showed it's bluish-green colored water that made me wanting to go to the place since God knows when, I was really disappointed. The water color was not even close to the pictures that I saw. And the water was dirty. </div>
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I don't know, it may have rained the night before or whatever the reason is.. All I can remember was there were times when I didn't want my feet to touch the water especially when I saw bubbles which to my knowledge are a group of bacteria in the muddy part of the falls. BUT, this didn't stop me though from getting on that floating bamboo and go to the middle of the falls even on my three-fourth shirt and enjoy the water falling on my back! </div>
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We also went to the 2nd level of Tinuy-an Falls. It was challenging and exciting at the same time. Challenging because I was suffering from a swollen body, exciting because the view on the 2nd level is magnificent! </div>
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Next stop was Enchanted River. And man, it is REALLY enchanting! I don't even know how to explain it. You have to visit the place in order for you to see what I mean! The water is so blue and clean plus you get to have the chance to swim with hundreds of fishes! Here's some great pictures. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Super bloated and swelling me with Nicey and the enchanting Enchanted River. This is an unedited pic. Can you see how blue the water is? Magnificent! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The hundreds of fishes under the Enchanted River. And oh, can you see the cave? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Siege holding The Streetsmart Fashionista hehehe!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend Albert swimming with the fishes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend Kim as she swam to the deeps of the river</td></tr>
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We stayed for a good 2 hours swimming in the Enchanted River. We never wanted to get off but we got really hungry from swimming so we had to go.<br />
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Next stop was le lunch. And it's probably the best lunch I've ever had in my entire life! We had lunch in a neat little resto made of bamboos, it's not lavish looking but it's clean. And man, did we enjoy our unlimited shrimps, crabs and fish!<br />
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The food was great! We could barely finish all the crabs that were served. I particularly loved the sweet and sour fish fillet that I wasn't able to enjoy the shrimps and crabs as much as the group did.<br />
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Next and last stop was the Britania Islands. My bestfriend Ken have been telling me for 3 years now that I needed to go to Britania Islands and that's one of the many reasons why I wanted to go to the place. I did not regret following my bestfriend's advice!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The 4 islets of Britania Islands<br />
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It takes at least 5-10 minute boat ride to get to the first island that we got on which is the farthest among 4 of the islands. I saw a lot of foreigners swimming in the area and it looked like they liked the waters.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ze super bloated me and ze boyfie. This is an unfiltered pic taken from my phone<br />
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All in all, the Surigao day tour was a blast and the money burned was so worth it! I remembered when we dined at Boiling Crabs Davao. Siege and I was so annoyed to shed off 2k on seafood that was not worth it (in our own opinion). There was nothing unique about the style of cooking and we only ate like half kilo of crabs and 1/4 kilo of shrimps. At the end of the trip we were like, "Wow, all those places and unlimited seafoods for only 2k, NO REGRETS."<br />
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What really amazed me was the experienced tour guide that we had, Arthur Yap of <a href="https://www.facebook.com/thertoursmindanaotravelescapades?ref=profile" target="_blank">The RTours Mindanao Travel Escapades</a>. If you are not the type to document every move that you make in your travels then no problem at all, he has a DSLR camera that he uses to capture everything for you. He even has an underwater cam that was really nice because we got to have pictures taken underwater. The van also has leather seats that was so convenient for us. We didn't have to change to dry clothes because it was okay to just get in the van all wet transferring to places. We also got back home on time. We arrived in Davao City around 12mm too!<br />
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Contact Rtours if you want to book your tour now. You must have a minimum of 12 people to avail this package.<br />
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7 tips for the tour:<br />
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1. Bring only one swimming wear. There's no need to change. Best to use a <a href="https://www.google.com.ph/search?q=rash+guard&es_sm=93&biw=1302&bih=707&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=VYl0U5DGD4qqkgWA4oDYBQ&ved=0CAYQ_AUoAQ" target="_blank">rash guard swim wear</a><br />
2. Bring at least 1 liter of distilled water.<br />
3. Bring antihistamines if you are allergic to seafoods or even if you are not, just bring. You might save a life.<br />
4. Bring alcohol, vicks and efficascent oil. These essence helped me so much!<br />
5. Bring a big cellophane for your wet clothes<br />
6. If you are suffering from any kind of illness, DO NOT forget your meds. I'm glad I didn't.<br />
7. Bring at least 500 pesos for extra money.<br />
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It was that Good Friday of 2013 (last year) when I first saw him. It was unexpected actually. We weren't supposed to meet. Me and my friends had plans but I have heard so much about him and I have this urgent need to see him that day so I asked my brother if he could drive me to his place. My brother was hesitant to go because he was tired but because he loves his elder sister dearly and I think he pitied me and my pathetic love life that time, so he agreed. (He bribed me into buying him a pack of cigarette though, totally worth it!).<br />
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The 45 minute ride from our vacation house in Banaybanay, Davao Oriental was probably one of the longest rides in my life. I just couldn't wait. I was so excited to see him because I heard he was so handsome that you can't help but dip into his hotness..</div>
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And they were right.. ladies and gentlemen, my first time to love at first sight and his name is <a href="http://www.backpackingpilipinas.com/2014/03/16-best-unspoiled-philippine-beach.html?m=1" target="_blank">Dahican Beach</a>.</div>
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I have always been a beach bum. Bohol beaches, Cebu beaches, <a href="http://thestreetsmartfashionista.blogspot.com/2014/02/how-to-wisely-spend-your-7-thousand.html" target="_blank">Boracay Beaches</a>, Samal beaches but nothing beats Dahican Beach for me!</div>
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See the color of that ocean? That is the actual color of Dahican beach! It's sooooo BLUE! It is soooo enticing that I believe I stared at my beloved Dahican for a good 30 minutes before saying goodbye. I would have loved to dip in but as what I've said, my friends and I have other plans so we had to leave immediately.</div>
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It was August 25, 2013 when I came back to see my beloved. I was so sick that time that I had to stop working by July. I got very depressed, bored and impatient. I need to be healed emotionally and I knew the only thing that could make me happy was to go to the beach, and it has to be Dahican beach! So I dragged along my favorite travel buddies with me!<br />
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Aside from being the most beautiful beach I've ever been into, Dahican is my favorite beach because you get to enjoy nature's best without having to spend much. Which is the motto of <a href="http://thestreetsmartfashionista.blogspot.com/2014/04/welcome.html" target="_blank">The Streetsmart Fashionista</a>!</div>
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From Davao City to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mati,_Davao_Oriental" target="_blank">Mati City</a> (which is where Dahican beach is), you just have to spend Php 1500-2,000 on gasoline (diesel) if you have a car. Dahican Beach strip doesn't require any entrance fee. You can practically go there even if you only have gasoline money and some home cooked food which is what we did. If you don't want to dip in and just want to enjoy the sight, you can build a tent or set your hammock on trees in the area.</div>
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There are actually resorts in Dahican Strip if you are more into cottages and rest houses for an overnight stay. There's <a href="http://www.dahicanbeachclub.com/kanakbaiHOME.html" target="_blank">Kanakbai</a>, <a href="http://www.wayph.com/botona-dahican-beach-resort-mati-davao-oriental/" target="_blank">Botona</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Dahicansurfresort" target="_blank">Dahican Surf Resort</a>. I've never been into one of these resorts though I passed by them and they looked like good resorts. Just check out the links for their rates and amenities.</div>
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Dahican is becoming one of the country's <a href="http://www.backpackingpilipinas.com/2014/03/16-best-unspoiled-philippine-beach.html?m=1" target="_blank">Top Beach Destinations</a> that event organizers have held parties here and of course, I didn't miss it for the world! </div>
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Last October 25, 2013, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/mustardseedeventsph?fref=ts" target="_blank">Mustard Seed Events</a> of Davao City organized the Sembreak 2013 Beach Party. </div>
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The beach party was actually held in Sibala Beach Resort which is roughly 5 minutes away from the Dahican Beach Strip. I wouldn't say that the event was organized well. I would be lying if I say it wasn't fun either. The party was fun, mostly because Deuce Manila and my favorite <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Magic89.1" target="_blank">Dj Rod Rodriguez from Magic 89.1 Davao</a> were there and that I was finally able to party under a pouring rain. What I didn't like about the experience was the location. The beach in Sibala Resort is almost impossible to enjoy because of the rocky beach bed so you have to get on a trike or a motorcycle for 20 pesos so that you can finally enjoy Dahican's beach without fatal wounds on your feet or legs. There were also times that the party music got cut off because of a short circuit or something. Which was awkward... But I still enjoyed it! Because it was the first out of town party trip that my anti-social boyfie went to. And that made it extra special. :)</div>
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The second beach party that was held in Dahican was the most talked about <a href="https://www.facebook.com/SummerFrolicEMF?fref=ts" target="_blank">Summerfrolic 2014</a> which was held last April 4-5. The party started on April 4 but because all of my travel buddies including me have jobs til the 4th, we opted to attend on the last day of the party instead. The location was great because it's on the actual Dahican Strip which was really nice!<br />
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My friends were able to enjoy it though and they said that it was really fun! I even had fun just listening to them! I heard stories about boys and their fascinations with my friends and some relationship turned sour but was immediately fixed the next morning. Hahahaha! The only thing that I didn't like about the Summerfolic 2014 event was the lack of communication from staff to staff. One staff told us that we have to buy color dust because it's not free so we bought Php 200 worth of color dust. Turned out we have one free color dust each! We completely wasted our 200 bucks and have to force ourselves to finish it all and throw it to people who don't know what a color dash party means (One person got annoyed when I threw a color dust at him and gave me the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMQeuR8oGAo" target="_blank">"I-kill-you"</a> look, so I threw more color dust at him. My pleasure!). Other than that, the whole experience was better than the Sembreak '13 event.<br />
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..and I have no idea how to get there and when but what Cassie wants, Cassie gets. </div>
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I am new to the blogging world. Started only 3 years ago. To be honest, I don't have any idea why I give streetsmart fashionista tips to people when most of them won't even give a single care. Hahaha! But I love blogging and I love reading blogs.. and answering questions too! So I was really thrilled when THE <a href="http://allthegreatkates.blogspot.com/2014/04/pluto-why-not.html" target="_blank">Great Kate</a> tagged me a blog with questionnaires that I need to answer in order for me to be qualified for the blogging conference to be held somewhere in Pluto. Wow, that was a long sentence. But Pluto deserves long sentences, so whatever.. Let me answer them questions already! </div>
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Yes. My first name Ckassandra was given by my foster parents in an attempt to give some class on a name that my biological parents gave me. They loved the Cassablanca movie and thought it rhymed with Ckassandra. However, this first name was not listed as a legal name because my smart biological parents won't sign the adoption papers.. so there.. not a long story at all. My second name however has an even shorter story. My biological mom loved Alma Moreno (only God knows why) and Alma Moreno's real name is Vanessa. And that's why I loath that name. Seriously. </div>
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5 hours ago because of Angel Locsin's acting in The Legal Wife. (What? I can't help it!)</div>
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No, because I would be annoyed of her. Wait, what? </div>
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Yes. Seeing my ex live a miserable life. Sweet! :) (Answering this particular question gave me pleasure!)</div>
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Yes. I'm in love with it. </div>
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The ones with dried fruits in it! </div>
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The way they dress and their shoes. Says a lot about a person. *winks Kate. </div>
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Happy Endings hands down. My friends berate me all the time for being the only one who hasn't seen Insidious yet because I don't watch scary movies. -- I don't have to edit this. Kate's answer is exactly what I have in mind just like in Q #8</div>
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There are a lot of TV shows that I got hooked on like Desperate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy, 2 Broke Girls, Heroes, etc.. but there's only one sitcom that I won't get tired watching over and over agaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiin. </div>
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I'd love to experience snow but I'm a beach babe so summer all the way! - Same here! Sorry Kate I'm too lazy to edit. You know I love the beach. :p</div>
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Hugs! They are warm and genuine and comforting! - Like seriously Kate, why are you copying my thoughts? Ughhhh. </div>
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New York.. because my mom is my home. :'( But seriously? Manila... </div>
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I consider singing, dancing, and song writing my regular talents so my special talents would be annoying people and making them leave me. </div>
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Rumor has it that my biological mom gave birth to me in a trike while trying to reach the provincial hospital and that it was raining heavily. I never got the chance to confirm that. We never really had that mother-daughter talk. I hope it's true though, being born in a neat hospital is so mainstream. </div>
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Singing. I won't last a day without singing. </div>
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Reading books. Keeps me sane. </div>
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Oh gosh, there are a lot! But here are the movies that I can watch over and over again like I've never watched it before. </div>
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UPDATE: Thanks to one of the best people that I know, I finally have someone to tag here! Check out her her <a href="http://avysilva.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">tumblr</a> account, pretty cool stuff! She has a <a href="http://avysilva.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">wordpress</a> account too if you want to see more of her personal stuff. Thank you Avy! </div>
The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-87028044865243042242014-03-06T09:23:00.000-08:002014-04-29T18:16:08.794-07:00How To Fix A Broken Face Powder<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hello everyone! I have been very busy the past week that I wasn't able to write a blog. I was originally thinking of blogging about How to make an 80 peso dress look like 10x it's price but thanks to a batchmate, I have a better blog for you guys and it's absolutely fantastic! Even I was amazed and thankful that this beautiful angel posted her powder problem in Facebook and I am very excited to share this to you!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When Rosmar (my batchmate) uploaded this broken Mac powder last Tuesday, I immediately felt bad for her. Why? Because it happens to me all the time and I know just how inconvenient a broken powder is! A broken powder is like a broken woman. It'll make you feel it's presence. Even if you try to fix it by throwing the broken pieces, it just won't stop breaking! And if you are not that keen on taking care of it, it will keep on crying, breaking and spreading in just about every single stuff in your bag which is so annoying! (I told you, LIKE A BROKEN WOMAN) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So I immediately scoured for that tutorial that the girl was talking about and OMG, I was flabbergasted! I just couldn't believe that I haven't seen this video before! Would've saved me a lot of money from buying new face powders, eye shadows and highlighters every time I break one of them because as what I've said, it happens to me ALL THE TIME! I hate to admit it but yes, I am a clumsy woman that's why I am soooo glad that I was able to find out about this! A little late, but it's better late than never. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And because this will surely help me a lot, I am sharing this to my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheStreetsmartFashionista?fref=ts" target="_blank">Streetsmartie people</a> so that you too can save your make ups and save your hard earned money (or your parents money)! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I love Michelle, but this video is mostly focused on acting than teaching. I actually thought that the intro is just one of those annoying Ad that I searched for the Skip Ad link. Still helpful though and I was entertained by Michelle's cuteness. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: center;">The actual tutorial will start at 2:23 (You're welcome) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If you need a step by step procedure on how to make it right, here's a video that I found and its from 2 years ago (Michelle's video was uploaded 8 months ago). It's a simple video but it's precise and doesn't have unnecessary scenes. Also, it's obvious that Michelle used a new powder that was not used yet and purposely broke it for the tutorial. This video actually has a used powder that was obviously broken accidentally just like how normal people break theirs. </span></div>
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The Streetsmart Fashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15704458036797009143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028639343292139993.post-58121226857862703352014-02-20T23:48:00.003-08:002014-04-29T18:22:04.904-07:00Save yourself from stress: 2 easy ways on storing your bedlinen sets! Do you find yourself always stressed out from looking for the other pair of pillow set that you just can't find? Do you always mess up your room instead of cleaning it because you have to over haul your entire closet to find the right bed sheet that would match your pillow case? Well save yourself from those stress! <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheStreetsmartFashionista?ref=hl" target="_blank">The Streetsmart Fashionista</a> is here to save you! Eww, that doesn't sound right haha! But whatever, let me help you! (being a female Jerry Macguire doesn't sound right either) Geez, please spare my oh so tired brain. I just got out from working and endless meetings. I just have to post this one before I hit the sack because I find these tips really useful. You might want to clean your room and change your linens this weekend and these tips are going to be very helpful.<br />
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This amazing idea that I got from Martha Stewart's <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/308036/how-to-keep-matching-sheets-together-in?xsc=eml_org_2011_02_03" target="_blank">website</a> will not only save you time from hunting through piles for a match, it will also save you from buying new set of bedsheets because the O.C you just can't sleep on an unmatched bedsheets and pillowcases. Eeaaaazie, breeezieee, streeeeetzmartie! </div>
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