Entrance Exam Season

Every time Mati would randomly ask his sibling about what’s their dream job, Meg’s default answer is “author” while Migi is “building glass cleaner” (because of his “love” for wall climbing probably).

As much as I wanted to be so open-minded, embrace my kids’ whateverness, deep inside there’s that “scientist or astronaut” wish for your kid. So I always feel that maybe Migi is just joking or maybe change his mind.

But Migi’s high school / grade 7 entrance exams results / ordeal is saying that I should be taking more seriously his “building glass cleaner” dream.

He did not get in to the list of PISAY. He is not in top 10% of graduating class to even fill out Sci-High’s application form, and he’s too “middle class” for UP High.

I know that part of not judging a kid on some grades etc churvalo.

So there, I might have to start looking at having a “building magnate” for the first child instead of an astronaut.

On to greater heights with you bebeboy.

Waiting in Vainness

A friend gave me a wonderful “healing charm” bracelet for Christmas. It made me think if I’m still in pain, grieving, or unwell? 

It was my mother’s 1st death anniversary last Jan. 17. Sometimes, I wonder if I did not grieve enough, felt sad enough over her death.

When emotional issues like this comes up, I crochet. I crochet so my mind will not be idle, and no emo thoughts would get in. I hook and hook and hook and hook and hook.

I started crocheting when I was watching my mother in her last days; while we were waiting for her “rebirth.”

And, now she’s gone, I’m crocheting to put death to thoughts I don’t want to entertain; while (yet another) waiting. 

I felt like Life is a one big waiting. In between is a series of waiting. I won’t preach about making the most of waiting blahblah because at the end of it, seriously, no one will hold it against on how you make it so lame or good except for the memorial company who will ask photos of you for a slideshow presentation. Of course, you want to give photos of #yolo and happiness to St. Peter memorial. 

#yolo
Ate Mona/Elsie and few friends have been asking why I’m givinng away all the things I crocheted. Well, it serves its purpose already. I made them to fill in the gaps of waiting. And, I honestly, I don’t really want to see the finished stuff I made after. I dunno if I find them ugly or I hate to be attached. 

But not these latest 2 finished items:

I don’t like making table runners and motifs but they actually turn out cute. ­čÖé

Who wore it better: the table or me?!?

(Finally, I got a photographer. But a photographer does not necessarily means it makes me look more beautiful.)

I got this yarn for free from a raffle by Ashley’s Crochet. I’m not a violet/purple person so this yarn color was not something I was excited about. But it’s perfect for this cousin-in-law who loves purple. She was messaging me about making her some thing so receiving the yarn was the perfect timing.

Anyhow, I love how the color gradient turned out. I also love the feel of it; and most of all, I love how I make it look pretty.

(Panuhot lang po iyan.)

I so want to keep it.But I can wait.On to the next “waiting.”

OOTD: cropped top by i

Lippy from @keihlasmom travel loot

Shades from Color Me Run

Yarn Therapy

So I quit my job, and went yarn hoarding. Not really! My yarn numbers are not that massive. 

This batch arrives today from Baguio. I love the acrylic yarns (indophil & lanalon)  from Baguio. You can check Baguioyarns.com for solid colors of acrylics.

These ones are lanalon. Compared to indophil, Lanalon looks and feels rough at first, but it gets fluffy as you use it. 


If you want those color mixes, you can check Baguio Yarns by Miss Crochet A Lot, and Ashley’s Crochet. There are a lot of other sellers but these 3 from Baguio are whom I have experience. And, they’re very super fast and professional. 

The cotton yarns from Baguio is something I kinda have a love-and-hate but I do have a few cakes of them.

So that’s why I tried dying my own cotton yarns. It’s very hard to find the “thicker” type (worsted) of ply-ed cotton yarns. There are a lot of imported but they are quite expensive.


The cotton we used mostly here locally are the “threads.” They’re just slightly bigger than the thread we used for sewing.

I’d been avoiding using them because I find awkward to hold the tiny hook for the tiny thread. And, because it’s tiny, the project may also take more time to finish. 

But I’m loving the feel of it.

And, also thanks to friends who donated yarns to me! The latest fancy yarns from Boyeng from JPN. @.@

Ang Hindi Marunong Lumingon

This 2017: to become a fulltime fashionblogger of her own sustainable handmade fashion studio — You know social entrepreneurship, the fancy term for capitalism. 

Welcome to my environment-friendly pool. Look fabulously breezy in this top from my Summer collection whether by the beach, in the pool, or doing laundry.

Wanted penpal. Perfect to look extra sultry for souvenir / memorabilia / profile pic photos.

This top perfect for sun bathing; not tested in water bathing.

Insert caption: Ang taong hindi marunong lumingon sa kanyang pinanggalingan ay “talikodgenic.”

Photo credits: Ate Mona / Top for an Aunt.

Now accepting orders for Summer Collection. Free loofah. 

[Day 3 Negros] That Last Sip

“Sagada has no tableya because cacao only grows in low-level altitude. We only have coffee beans,” said this senior lady  vendor in Sagada’s market. Yes, Sagada people like Cebuanos prefer to answer back in English than in Tagalog. And, yes, I was stupid enough to look for “tableya” in Sagada. @.@

But, yes, I was no longer stupid to look for coffee beans when we went to Dumaguete (Negros) last week. 

We were able to try “painitan” in Valencia when we were in Negros last week, but not the popular in Dumaguete. I wanted the kids to try it but the place we’re staying was so far up in the mountain that it’s going to be “paniudto” when we get to “painitan” in Dumaguete. Kidding! (Painitan usually refers to tsokolate (hot cocoa drink) & puto (sticky rice cake of sorts).)

Going home, we went via RORO in Sibulan port. If ever we’d relocated in Dumaguete area, I’d pick Sibulan because Dumaguete is getting too city; Valencia is too much tourist spots & expats favorite. 

Violin Mountain, one last shot.

The following photos have no relation to this post; but I need to show them off. They’re all taken by Mati, the only willing person in the family to do this favor for me.I crocheted the top as a gift for my aunt so it deserves to be flaunted.

We arrived 1-hour earlier in Sibulan for the Roro schedule. The ADD in me just cannot do nothing while waiting. So I went alone (because the rest were lazy as Mark) to check the nearby market in the hope that I could chance upon a “painitan” center. And, I got lucky!

The stickiest “tsokolate” I ever tasted in a painitan. It was like melted chocolate.

Bohol “tsokolate” has always been on top of my favorite, but I guess it’s Sibulan now. But their tsokolate/tableya has a distinct “tangy/sour” kind of taste like when you have that too dark pure chocolate kind of sourness. I love it; but the kids kind of look for the usual chocolatey-sweet tableya.

My tableya loot from Negros: the melted was from Valencia; the rest from Sibulan.

Last sip before boarding…