Back to My Curly Roots

I was born with curly hair. I don't have a vivid memory of my hair back then but looking at photographs, it used to look cute. I really don't mind having curly hair. What I don't understand is that as I grew up, my hair looked terrible. It looked so dry, spongy and thick. My curls started to fade away but they didn't turn out to be straight either. Instead, I had the middle hair syndrome... not too curly but not straight enough. Okay, I just made that term up. hahaha It makes me think what curse had been cast upon me that my crowning glory turned out to be a crown with thorns. Corny! Come on, you get my drift.

I decided to have my hair straightened when I was in third year high school. It turned out to be very nice because it was my first time. But as I had it restraightened over the years, it wasn't the same. Medicines piled up so my hair became brittle and difficult to handle. I shifted to having my hair relaxed, then rebonded. Yes, I was really getting into the trends but honestly they were better than the old fashioned strong and damaging straightening that I used to get. But as I shifted, it got more expensive. It wouldn't really hurt much if my hair didn't grow as fast. I got tired of the process. I got fed up of saving up for something that vanished after 5 months. I did this for more or less eight years. Oh my poor hair!

About a year ago, after months and months of contemplating, I decided to throw caution to the wind and cut my hair short. It wasn't the best decision ever because at that time, my hair was starting to curl up again. My cousin suggested I iron my hair to improve the look, plus it would be easier because it was already short. I gave it a shot and I was very pleased with how it turned out. I asked my mom to buy me a more expensive ceramic iron so it would be less-damaging. I had to wake up earlier to fix my hair and I ironed it almost every day. Again, oh my poor hair!

Doing my daily hair fix is tiresome. I always have to allot two hours of preparation before I go out. It’s such a waste of time and effort. Thank God for beanies and hats that save me during lazy times but hats don’t suit all wardrobes and occasions. When I am just at home, I leave my hair alone and I noticed that my curls are unlike before. They’re more defined. I always tell myself that I would leave it alone even when I go out but I just can’t find the guts until I got bored. God knows how lethargy can influence one's mind. I applied some hair mousse and fortunately, I got the result that I want. Hooray!!! I hope I can now say good bye to rebonding and ironing for a long time.

So what to do you think? :)

Godmother All Dressed Up

I missed blogging but I haven't exactly thought of an interesting topic. So tonight I will write something informal. As if somebody really gives a damn whatever I write about. haha Oh well. Writing is such a therapy for me whether I'm way too busy or my brain is rotting from not giving it work that it deserves. Reading other people's writings interests me. Okay, I guess I really have to find other bloggers to exchange blogs with.

What a great Sunday it is! I have a new godchild. Woohoo! I really love kids and being a parent/adult figure. I came from Marvin's nephew Mateo Rei's baptism. He is my fifth god child. Is he lucky or what? hahaha Aside from the two packs of diapers my mom insisted me to give, I made something for Mat. I'm doing so much beanie-crocheting these days for customers, I thought of making him a cute baby beanie. Since I find blue for boy babies such a cliché, I chose green instead. It looked so adorable.

I absented from my usual racerback-jeans-flipflops ensemble and decided to wear a short pink dress and very high stilettos. I'm glad both didn't decompose in my closet. I love buying girly-girl stuff but I don't seem to have the balls to wear them. I have a stash of unworn dresses and shoes because every time I attempt to wear them, I find myself changing. I usually go for comfortable wardrobe. Plus, I get so self conscious. I don't really know why. I guess I just want to be simple but I sometimes feel a little envious when my friends really look all glammed up. Not that I look sloppy or anything, I try to look presentable. I just wish I could dress up more… comfortably. I wore the lipstick that I bought yesterday. The first lipstick that I whole-heartedly owned. I know I sound like a girl in her puberty stage, all confused about the changes around her. I’m 23 years old for God’s sake! Haha

Okay, I have to stop this. I’m starting to disgust myself. Hahah All this bumming around is deteriorating my thoughts. Bye!

More pics at http://neekul.multiply.com/photos/album/163/Mateo_Rei_Viagedors_Baptism

One happy family


For Baby Mat!


Me all dressed-up

Beanies are Keeping Me Busy

I never thought I could be this busy! I just had to pause from this fiasco and write. Four days ago, I officially opened a made to order beanie business. I started to crochet beanies for myself and my friends for fun. After I gave my friend, Alex her beret, she immediately took a picture of herself and posted it on her facebook account. I don’t know if they got attracted to the beanie or Alex was just pretty, people noticed and inquired about the head piece.

The next thing I knew, my friends contacted me and requested me to crochet something for them. I already resigned to the thought of making this a business. The same day, Alex made me an advertisement and a logo. Orders started pouring in from my friends and people I don’t even know. At the end of the day, I already had eight orders! Then next day, there were more inquiries for my berets and bonnets. Unbelievable! I would like to thank you, Alexandra Nicole Lorenzana for your big help! To add a personal touch, I printed Alex's logo for the tag. The beanie with tag looked like something bought from a boutique, not made by me. I was very pleased.

I learned how to crochet when I was in third grade. And honestly, I sucked at it. It took me so long to even crochet a first chain. The project that I submitted was so sloppy that I got a low grade. It makes me smile to think about it now. I was so worried at that time and I cursed crocheting for giving me a hard time. Who could have thought I would make a business out of something that I used to be terrible at? Finally, some creative and artistic cells in my body decided to take over!

Everyday I receive more orders that my July schedule is already packed! August is almost full as well. I hope I can meet the deadlines, but I assure my clients that my beanies are not rushed. I believe in quality over quantity, that is why I limit the number of orders I take. I also want them to know that

Okay, I want to stay and chat but my yarns are calling me. Wish me luck!

For more pictures, go to http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=190470&id=542831905

A Visit from Death

Today marks the ninth, the last day of novena.

I mentioned in my previous blog that death recently visited our family. My uncle died of a heart attack and it was such a painful situation to be in. It’s hard to believe my uncle left without saying good bye. It pained me to see my relatives feel the loss. Our Tito Jun was just 54, too young to leave this earth. There’s so much he ought to do. We were very close, or so we thought. Come to think of it, he never really opened up to us about his problems. When he was with us, he was happy and didn’t talk much about his personal life. All we knew was that he had a heart problem and that he wasn’t doing well with his business that he worked on for 23 years. The business he loved so much and didn’t want to give up. The same business that was supposed to give him a new lease on life, but instead was the nail in his coffin. Figuratively and literally.

We will surely miss our Tito Jun. Our family gatherings and outings won’t be as fun. We enjoyed videoke-singing with him and I don’t think our videoke and inuman sessions will ever be the same. He always made us laugh with his sarcastic and funny remarks. I guess it wasn’t enough. We needed more than just laughing. Serious talking could have helped us get to know him and his life. There was so much we needed to learn about him. We regret not knowing. He was so secretive. If only he opened up to us. We could have shared his troubles and helped him deal with all of it. But that didn’t happen, simply because death didn’t allow us to. He stole him just like that.

I truly despise death. Who doesn't? It's cruel, cold, unkind and haunting. It steals our loved ones without warning. It brings so much pain, and takes away your happy glands, leaving you empty and frightened. It scares the hell out of you, making you paranoid as to when and how you would die, and where you would go after. It causes you sleepless nights, waking you up to the reality that nobody lives forever. Everybody leaves.

I could go on with the negativity about death, but as much as I refuse to admit it, I believe God gave us death so we learn from it. We learn that everyday is a gift we should be thankful for. We realize that our loved ones should not be taken for granted because once they are gone, we can never bring them back. We also look back at our own lives. What have we done so far? Have we lived to the fullest? Have we made a difference to other people’s lives? Have we told the people we care about how much we love them? Death also brings people together. We see our relatives and friends we haven’t seen in a long time. We grieve together. We bond and realize we need each other. While death doesn't bring back our loved ones, we learn that there is hope that we can rise from the poignant state, stronger. We recover and learn to move on.


To have a loved one die is one of the hardest trials we can ever encounter, but I truly believe God has His reasons. We will never forget our Tito Jun. He is in a better place right now. The reality is we all go there, right? He just went ahead of us.