I am a Supermodel Wannabe, I admit it, I strike a pose whenever a camera is pointed at me or even remotely near me! If I had listened to mom’s nagging when I was young I would have at least grown a bit taller and would have a slim chance in becoming a supermodel (dreaming, I know) Sadly, that would always be a fantasy. My height could pass up for a kids height! So you can imagine how “petite” I am.

But if not me then maybe you want to check out http://www.lookoftheyear.com
and see if your up for it. Why not? Great opportunities come for young & beautiful models! Imagine traveling to Paris, Milan, New York and all over the world! Who would not want a chance at that right?

Be the next world’s super model now!

During the Holy Week, I was stuck watching the boy all day because his nanny just left. What kept me sane was watching Project Runway Season 4! They were making beautiful couture pieces with their bare hands.

I was amazed. I was thinking to myself, I can still indulge in my inner fashionista and follow my dream of becoming a designer; there are fantastic fashion schools in California. Like Monique Lhuillier, I want to conquer Hollywood. I would prefer enrolling myself in fashion schools in Los Angeles where I can be challenged to excel. It’s free to dream right?

Gosh, I’d want to follow this dream someday, I’m not too old right? If I can, I’d enroll myself in a fashion school in California right now.

I AM… ME, love me or hate me. Can’t stop the flood ladies.

I WANT…to have my very own domain & hosting someday.

I HAVE…a secret society.

I WISH…for my family’s well being for all times.

I HATE…calls I get from agents asking for me to apply for credit cards. C’mon 4-5 calls a day? Grrr.

I FEAR…a long, painful, slow death.

I SEARCH…for answers in turn I got more questions.

I WONDER…why when you’re looking for something its not there.

I REGRET…having regrets.

I LOVE…my new theme!♥

I ALWAYS…look at the brighter side of any dark situation

I AM NOT…a prissy princess rather I love to get down & dirty.

I DANCE…like there’s no one watching even though everyone’s staring at me the crazy girl.

I SING…songs in the shower and I think I am pretty good…teehee

I CRY…everytime I watch the movie Lilo & Stitch. “Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind” - Lilo

I WRITE…because I want to be heard.

I WON…really? I won?

I AM CONFUSED…did I really win?

I NEED…to remove my new piercing; it hurts my ears.

I SHOULD…start looking for a new yaya.

THE LAST THOUGHT YOU GO TO SLEEP WITH IS…I am a lucky girl.

Thanks for thinking of tagging me with this Iris..hihi ^_^ and yes, I am matino in my answers. Took me a long time to complete this. Had to use my brain. Tsk. Tsk.

It’s your turn to use your brains. Diane Lao , Francine , Mitch , Eds , Em & Apols

Did I tell you? I finished the book, Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella. It took me a few days because I kept stopping but I finally finished it last Sunday afternoon when the boy was napping.

Any girl who loves to shop will enjoy the book, learn a thing or two plus have a good laugh! The main character, Becky is quite a character. She loves to shop and indulge in the finer things in life but the reality is she can’t afford her lifestyle. Anyway…if you want a quick summary of the book read here.

I can relate to the main character in some levels, but I quickly realized that I’m totally different from her. Although like her, I enjoy shopping I know when to stop. I can never be caught stuffing bills in the bottom of a drawer or throwing them in holes just to avoid reading them. Yes..yes..I have a thing. I am the type who can’t sleep if I have overdue bills or anything to do with late payments.

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Being a girl is plain tedious don’t you think? I just hate how we have too many unwanted hair. I’m complaining because I cut my knee the other day. I was shaving my legs (quite hurriedly) because I was running late for something (my fault I know!). Anyway, now, I can’t wear shorts or a skirt out because my knee has an ugly dark scab.

Girls are just like cars; high maintenance. There’s hair to pluck, tweeze, wax, thread, shave and cut! Imagine all the time we have saved if all unwanted hair is gone. Kaput. Just like that. No more stubby hairy legs! Yey. And that’s just hair, don’t even get me started on how much time we devote on make-up! And there’s outfits to pick as well.haaayy!

Sometimes I wish I was a boy.

♥Vanessa♥ 

My baby’s trying on mommy’s shoes. Walking slowly like a duckling so as not to fall down…Looks so cute…

…except my baby’s a BOY! hahaha..must.delete.photos.so.dad.won’t.see.PRONTO!!!

I did it ~ actually I did it again. This time it will be here to stay. Want to know what I did? Read more… »