Polka Loca

A few years back, I was obsessing on skulls. I've bought a few items with skulls printed on it like bangles, earrings, clothes, etc. Save for some, I find it too awkward to wear skull printed accessories for my age anymore. Specially because I'm not into grunge. Haha, that's fashion fad in my face!

Fast forward into today's scene. Ever since polka dots became a hot fashion trend last year (am I right?), I've been so into polka dots lately. Sure I wear polka dots in my bag, pouch, socks, etc but not in my clothes. I guess I don't want to be associated as someone who dresses like a granny. I mean I've always love vintage fashion except in it comes to polka dots. Not my favorite.

Well, look at me now! I have a few items in my closet and it's still growing! I guess it's because the clothes are a bit modern. Hehehe!

Reminiscing

We've been married for more than eighth months already and finally, we were able to get our wedding album and video! We so love it!

Since I married before my kuya, it was the first wedding in our family and so my mother was actually the one who kept asking for the album and video. I bet she can't wait to show it to all their friends and our family. Hahaha!

It wasn't really our supplier's fault that it took this long for the album and video. But if you're only required to submit a maximum 200 pictures out of the more than 3000 shots taken, it might also take you months before deciding on what pictures to include in your album. It also doesn't help when the husband left all the picture selection to you. Gosh, all those pictures, it was really overwhelming!

Hay... It really feels great reminiscing our wedding. =)

Dreaming of Ballet

I was watching the movie, Center Stage, one Sunday afternoon on HBO when I remember how ballet dancing used to be my passion and greatest dream. For the benefit of everyone, the movie Center Stage is about a group of hopeful ballet dancers dancing their way to a limited slot for a final dance workshop, which would showcase their talents.

I love collecting ballerina figurines. You see, when I was a kid, I've always wanted to be a ballerina. I remember in second grade, our teacher asked us to draw what we want to be when we grow up. I was tempted to draw a teacher since it was easier to draw a stick figure with a blackboard at its background. But since I know I would have a difficult time explaining it, I asked my classmate instead to draw me a ballerina. And it felt sooo good telling everyone that I wanted to be a prima ballerina when I grow up.

I thought that childhood dream will soon be a reality when my parents enrolled me in a ballet class when I was in third grade. I enjoyed every minute of it and I also loved our attire - black leotard, pink tights, and pink ballet shoes. But it was really hard - the pointed toes, plie', and splits. I had to endure all the body pains that was just too uncommon for a regular 8-year old.

Looking back, the thrice a week class and a couple of recitals proved just too much for me. My relationship with ballet lasted for just 3 years. At an early age, I realized that no matter how much you wanted something, if you're not that determined and willing to exert a lot of hardwork, then your dream will just be a dream.