tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47539436180260115102024-02-21T10:06:22.199-08:00Inspiration CrushZaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-58712945465633081982013-06-14T14:12:00.000-07:002013-06-14T14:12:35.949-07:00I wish you are happy, somewhereI always wonder where you are. What happened to you. I always go back and wish I had asked you what was wrong? With so many people on facebook, I have searched for you. But no classmate has you, no one has heard from you. How is it that on this day and age I've reunited with people I thought I would never heard from again. People that I only knew from my childhood, from a completely different country, people that I only met once or twice, whose last name I didn't even know, whose first names I didn't even remember, and here we are once again in this virtually world feeling like we are part of each others life, reading statutes and watching their kids grow. And yet no one knows of you. I should've asked you what was wrong? Why did you changed so much. You were the class clown, the guy that had a joke about everything. There was not a day, the teacher would not call your name to please let him continue with his class. Every time words came out of you it followed a crowd of laughter. I admired that, I wished I was like that. I admired those people who were loud, and funny and didn't care what anyone else thought. You walked proud and carefree, always talking to whoever was nearby making seas of laughter follow you. But more than anything, above anything, I loved the way you looked at me. You see, you and I were so different. I was quite and shy and always swallowed by my friends. But the way you looked at me it is as if your eyes made me resurfaced from the crowd, as if i was the only one there. You made me feel so beautiful, so alive. I fell in love with the idea of the image you build of me. I fell in love with how you stared at me. And after all, I never even asked "what happened?" What happened in your life that made you change so much, always in a little corner, hardly even looking up, hardly ever smiling....a completely different person in the shell of what was once you. People moved on, and hardly anyone remembered who you were. Such a dramatic change, I knew it was never me. I couldn't have been, for what we had was too innocent, we hardly shared a kiss. And if I ever hurt you for leaving you, I know nothing was as bad as what happened to you. And every time I think of you, i go back and pictured myself asking you "whats wrong?" What happened to you? Where are you now? Are you married? Do you have kids? Are you happy?........<br />
I still think of you every time I hear the song "Cant take my eyes off of you" by Lauren Hill. I can see myself walking down the hallway in school listening to this song on my cd player. I can see you taking it from me to listen to what I was listening to. I can see you looking at me as I laugh with my friends. I can see you stealing my book while I run after you.... What ever happened to you? How did you become such a quite, mysterious person, sitting all alone always in a corner of the room, avoiding eyes and everyone else?<br />
I am only comforted by the thought that all that is in the past. And you moved on. And maybe you are married after all, you live somewhere far hence why no one has heard of you, and you have kids. And I see the image of you laughing again, telling jokes, and this time is your kids laughter that I hear, and that light that I once saw when you looked at me, is there once again, as you watch your kids laugh. And you are happy once again...............Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-70594309272144984652013-02-17T21:48:00.001-08:002013-02-17T21:48:44.814-08:00back in High School<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I keep having dreams I am still in high school. They have never stopped. Every once in a while I will dream I am back in school. Most times I look like I look now, and in fact it is as If I am the age I am today but it is as if I am taking some sort of classes and back in school, or maybe some classes for work, yet all my friends and classmates are there. And it is such a good feeling. High school for me will always be one of the best times of my life. It is as if when my mind can't deal with the stress, worries, bills, tasks, and problems of everyday life it takes advantage of my dreams and takes me back to simpler times. The dreams may sometimes be stressful, maybe I am taking a test, and I realize I did not even study for this, but then I sit down and see a familiar face, some classmate of mine and then I realize how lucky I am to be taking classes with all my old classmates and friends, and its just such a familiar feeling, like being HOME again.</div>
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Its so hard to explain sometimes, so many teenagers say high school is one of the worst times in their lives and my experience was so far from that. I went to a very small high school, and I mean small- my graduating class had less than 40 students. Because it was such a small school, we were all close, everyone knew every one's name. There was never anyone being stuffed into lockers (does that even happen in real life?), no ones glasses were ever broken, and no one was ever given a wedgie. My memories are staying after school just to chat and goof around with friends, stuffing all our coats, books, umbrellas, in one tiny locker (there was about 8 of us) I never understood why we never though of using our own lockers? Going during lunch hour to Central Park to play on the swings, having class trips to the Museum of Natural History, the statue of liberty, Ellis Island and about every other museum and tourist spot you can think of. I remember passing notes to each other (cellphones weren't in back then), stuffing roses and love notes in notebooks from that short guy who just wouldn't leave you alone, walking and singing and playing in the rain all of us under one single umbrella, I remember just hanging in the hallways and stairways with about other twenty people and just laughing and laughing till your tears came out and your cheeks hurt. Then there is the school trip at the end of the year. There wasn't enough money for some unknown reason (maybe the teachers went out partying ;) and we couldn't go to the Poconos for the weekend like every other senior class before us did. We were all pretty upset about that. But we were taken to Bear Mountain to spend the day. We played volleyball, we ate, we rode boats, and we ran and then it started pouring rain. And Harry said fuck it and started running in the pouring rain, and everyone joined and we laughed and played spin the bottle under the rain, and we splashed and jumped and by the end of the day our clothes and hair were soaking wet and it just didn't matter. </div>
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Yeah now I know why I keep dreaming back in school, how could I not? High School was amazing. Every single person from my high school brings me good memories. And so my mind, every time I am stressed, keeps popping them up in random places, to help me deal with whatever I am dealing with, just a familiar face here and there to give me that homey feeling again....</div>
Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-49888545560427071922013-02-01T10:29:00.002-08:002013-02-01T10:29:26.052-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am so nostalgic every time I come over to my mother's place that I couldn't help and snap a picture of her two lovely little bedrooms with my iPhone (hence the bad quality pictures). My mother's bedroom decor has change quite a bit from when I use to live there, but some of the pieces are rather old and remind me of my times here. My old bedroom, on the contrary, is exactly the same as when I left, right down to the picture frames and even the bedspread so it makes my stay quite wistful and cozy every time I stay over. It also reminds me that I need to warm up my own home- which has been left quite empty and cold due to the fact that my husband and I are waiting to move to another place. I can't wait to move and warm up my little apartment instead of just having the necessities like I do now.</div>
Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-711829322739123602012-08-16T13:35:00.004-07:002012-08-16T13:35:52.109-07:00Look to see things in new ways,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-73047178387597522442012-08-15T14:01:00.000-07:002012-08-23T14:51:47.097-07:00Let it Go<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes its time to let go....</div>
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Sometimes we want to hold on to the people we love so much that we don't realize its time to let go. I am not only talking the boyfriends or girlfriends or exlovers or whatever the case may be, but also about friends and family. </div>
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Sometimes you grow so far apart that to let each other grow you must let go.</div>
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It doesn't mean that you stop caring, or that you don't love them anymore, but that the relationship is draining, and you realize that at the end there were more arguments than laughs, and being with them only hurts you.</div>
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<i>Today I had a dream of you. You called and you were crying. I couldn't hear you. You sounded so far. I asked again what happened and your voice sounded like sobs and weeps. You sounded so desperately in pain. I couln't understand what you were trying to say, it cut off and on and it was just too far. The call dropped and I, as desperately as you sounded, desperately tried to call you back and explained my phone is old and drops the calls, and that I would never hang up on you crying, because I knew you would take that the wrong way. I checked where you called me from but the numbers danced around in my cellphone, I couldn't grabbed them, they haunted me along with your pain. I needed to call you back, I needed to know why you were in so much pain and I needed to help you somehow. I was stressed, drained, anxious to catch the numbers that mockinly danced on the screen of my cell. And then I realized, they were gone, for I had deleted your number a while ago, and my screen remained empty. I panicked, I eagerly checked and checked somehow to find where to reach you, but I couldn't and in the panic of my search-</i> I woke up. </div>
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Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-71720499897607646772012-08-09T22:39:00.000-07:002012-08-14T17:29:11.307-07:00Spa at Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Want healthy smooth clear skin with smaller pores? Keep reading to find out how.</div>
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For reference I have combination skin, which tends to be drier in the winter season and a little more oily on hotter weather. I am very acne-prone (I use a prescribed cream for this issue) but with my daily routine my skin is completely clear, smooth, healthy and supple.</div>
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Here is one of my holy grail products for beautiful, clear, soft skin:</div>
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1. <b>Aztec Healing Mask</b></div>
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This mask is amazing. There are hardly words to describe the miracles this little gem has done on my skin. Clays have been used for centuries in beauty products because they include advantageous minerals that help get rid of toxins such as blackheads and zits and heal and nourish the skin. This mask itself comes in a powder-form that you mix with apple cider vinegar or water. When you use apple cider vinegar you get a much smoother consistency which is super easy to work it, and it also leaves the skin amazingly smooth. However, I prefer water for its convenience and the results are still remarkable. Even though my skin is fairly clear, I still get a zit here or there specially in the summer when my skin tends to be more oily than combination. I use this mask mostly in the summer on my entire face and in the winter mostly around my nose only to tighten the pores. Every time I use it, I literally see the difference, if I have a zit it seems to reduce the size and appearance, and by the next day it is dried up and gone. When on, the mask gets so tight you literally cannot move your face at all, and don't even think about smiling or talking. It gets so tight you feel your pores shrinking- this mask is no joke! So readers beware- it may hurt a tiny bit- it literally feels like cement on your face, and you actually feel your face pulsing! Once washed off, don't worry about the redness, it will be gone in 20 minutes or so. So make sure you stay indoors for the next thirty minutes. I usually do this in the nighttime before going to bed and I feel my face just thanks me in the morning, my face is left amazingly smooth and tight and I can immediately see a difference in the size of pores and in any zits if present. It is my number one Skincare staple.</div>
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First (<b>for my little spa treatment</b>) I like to fill a kitchen pot with hot water and let it boil. After it is boiling I place my face next to it for a few seconds- this opens up the pores. I then clean my face with my favorite scrub to get rid of any dirt and have a clean, clear canvas to work with before applying my Aztec healing mask. I then proceed to put on the mask which I leave for 30 minutes or so or until completely dry. I then wash my face with a wet towel and make sure I get rid of every little bit of trace of the mask. And then I'm ready to hop into bed and wake up to beautiful, clearer, softer skin :)</div>
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<b>2. Tazorac</b></div>
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<b>3. Ole Henriksen African Red Tea Foaming Cleanser</b></div>
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<b>4. Biore Pore Unclogging Facial Scrub</b></div>
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<b>5. Dickinson's Original Witch Hazel Pore Perfecting Toner</b></div>
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<b>6. Ceraphil Moisturizing Lotion</b></div>
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<b>7. Biore Skin Preservation Dual Fusion Moisturizer with SPF 30</b></div>
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Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-39208545281067159912012-08-02T13:34:00.000-07:002012-08-02T14:02:17.768-07:00Dreamy Bokeh Effect<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here is my broad tutorial on the Dreamy Boken Effect</div>
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2. Get a Bokeh picture of your choice. You can go on google for this and just type Bokeh Picture.</div>
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I chose the same Boken picture as a <a href="http://lisaedoff.blogspot.com/2011/11/photoshop-tutorial-dreamy-bokeh-effect.html" target="_blank">A Piece of Lisa</a>.</div>
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3.Open new layer and drag Bokeh picture on top of picture of your choice.</div>
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4. Change your Bokeh layer from "normal" to "screen." </div>
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5. Change opacity to desire level. I chose 75% or so.</div>
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6. Play around with layer size and position until desired results.</div>
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Here are my results:</div>
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I followed <a href="http://lisaedoff.blogspot.com/2011/11/photoshop-tutorial-dreamy-bokeh-effect.html" target="_blank">A Piece of Lisa</a>'s tutorial. Check it out for more information and precise steps :)</div>
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You can also add bokeh hearts for a romantic dreamy effect. Here is one I tried:</div>
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Tip: I also have found that these effects looks best on soft pictures unlike bright color pictures. Try to pick a neutral picture with soft backgrounds for a more dreamy effect ;)</div>
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1.Open up picture of your choice.</div>
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2.If the picture of your choice is already in color skip the next step and go to step 4</div>
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3.Since this picture is in black and white change hue and lightness to convert it into a color picture. The picture will still remain black and white. The point of this step is to be able to add color lighting instead of black and white lighting in the next layer, otherwise the lights will remain grayish instead of colorful. </div>
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4. Next, add new layer.</div>
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3. Go to gradient tool and I choose the first gradient and then "radial gradient"</div>
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4. On the layers section change the opacity of the layer. In here I chose to 16%</div>
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And tada your done.</div>
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And here it is with the Bokeh Effect (See next post for tutorial):</div>
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Wise words to live by...</div>
<br />Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-20247538911075157052012-03-21T12:05:00.000-07:002012-03-21T12:05:16.460-07:00spring!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmf6yu6kup1qis6mmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmf6yu6kup1qis6mmo1_500.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxl9w3mxVh1qfztgfo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxl9w3mxVh1qfztgfo1_500.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljt2qg4nit1qciek8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljt2qg4nit1qciek8o1_500.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://media-cache1.pinterest.com/upload/166422148700227363_monfYBHt_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://media-cache1.pinterest.com/upload/166422148700227363_monfYBHt_c.jpg" /></a></div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-89389759568844187842012-03-16T20:32:00.000-07:002012-03-16T20:32:34.608-07:00wedding nightmares<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://shannoneileenblog.typepad.com/.a/6a0120a5c8d9a9970c016763dfc62d970b-400wi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://shannoneileenblog.typepad.com/.a/6a0120a5c8d9a9970c016763dfc62d970b-400wi" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I still had nightmares about my wedding weeks and months after it was over. Its finally fading into the past. I have finally convinced myself that theres nothing I could do now. Its over. It wasn't a complete nightmare, actually far from it. It was a good wedding but so many little details went wrong. The problem is I had too many expectations like most brides. The one thing I do still regret till this day is that I had gone to my aunts house to get ready with all my family and bridesmaids instead of staying alone with my mother in a hotel room with my hair and makeup artists. I missed out on all the family chaos and girls getting ready and the bonds... Instead I felt kind of lonely (if that makes sense), stressed out, and completely out of it. Sometimes I even wish I could do it again. Sounds crazy since to so many people my wedding was "beautiful." But in reality, inside I was in commotion, so many little details left out, my husband didn't even get his mother and son dance and neither did I with my father. There was no toast. To the professional eye- it was completely disorganized. However that's the past and I need to leave it behind. I have realized its okay not to be happy about the way your wedding turned out, what you have to be happy about is that you marry the man you love. And so hopefully my marriage would be the opposite of what I felt that day- so instead of chaos, pressure, stress, and "alone", it will be tranquil, loving,"together," happy, and beautiful.</div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-47338450207418927422011-12-21T15:15:00.000-08:002011-12-21T16:12:02.173-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQzQr0zMo46tRt76-HKlB0NT8E8W6HcurfJiZe8QKR-a5i9y4PiCL8xvezxnklwzY3DSVTgCuplD21RijiY69WUBTGovInXd9PFhVqh7ljwqSnBq7iK5FC1ElYzSAPKZiy_7qVA6gTY5A/s1600/6a00d8358081ff69e20120a85eac8d970b-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQzQr0zMo46tRt76-HKlB0NT8E8W6HcurfJiZe8QKR-a5i9y4PiCL8xvezxnklwzY3DSVTgCuplD21RijiY69WUBTGovInXd9PFhVqh7ljwqSnBq7iK5FC1ElYzSAPKZiy_7qVA6gTY5A/s400/6a00d8358081ff69e20120a85eac8d970b-800wi.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<tr><td>Vuelve a empezar<br />
aunque sientas el cansancio<br />
aunque el triunfo te abandone<br />
aunque un error te lastime<br />
aunque un negocio se quiebre<br />
aunque una traicion te hiera<br />
aunque una ilucion se apage<br />
aunque el dolor queme tus ojos<br />
aunque ignoren tus esfuerzos<br />
aunque la ingratitud sea la paga<br />
aunque la incompresion corte tu riza<br />
aunque todo parezca nada<br />
vuelve a empezar. /></td><td></td><td> Start again,<br />
even if you feel tired<br />
even if success has failed you<br />
even if a mistake haunts you<br />
even if your business is bankrupt<br />
even if infidelity has hurt you<br />
even if your faith seems weak<br />
even if the pain burns your eyes<br />
even if your hardwork is ignored<br />
even if ingratitude is the pay<br />
even if indifference cuts your smile<br />
even if everything seems like nothing<br />
Start again. /></td> </tr>
</tbody></table></center>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-5456223484645917752011-09-25T13:09:00.000-07:002011-09-25T13:09:23.661-07:00goodbye summer...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls00p1WUdx1r3ztolo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls00p1WUdx1r3ztolo1_500.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls00s6oPsE1r3ztolo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls00s6oPsE1r3ztolo1_500.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/00015/5056509045/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">source</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls00tkntkw1r3ztolo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls00tkntkw1r3ztolo1_500.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/illusive-pictures/5146648600/in/datetaken/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">source</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I will regret it after I type this, but I am actually glad summer is over. Did I really just type that? Trust me, I do not like winter at all, I do not like layering tons of clothes, and I hate that I cannot run out in my shorts and slippers to say go to the market to get the missing sauce for my pasta. I'm the type of girl that loves taking walks in the parks, wearing light summer dresses, and getting out of the house just as I am dressed. However, this time, I am looking forward to changes and maybe a change in seasons will bring different scenes and outcomes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-43440521797114909712011-09-22T10:59:00.000-07:002011-09-22T10:59:07.477-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrm9rrRBTJ1qb4hv5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrm9rrRBTJ1qb4hv5o1_500.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lro40ruPXx1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lro40ruPXx1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52922830@N04/5623090208"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">source</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today we are moving to a temporary place and do you know the first thing I think when packing to a new place? Shower curtains! Such a small little detail you cannot forget, unless you want your bathroom floor to be a pool of water by the end of your shower.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-78866512196891754802011-09-12T15:21:00.000-07:002011-09-12T15:21:49.989-07:0010 Tips to Start Living in the Present<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/3486159/4525503649_d1ccaef5cb_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/3486159/4525503649_d1ccaef5cb_z_large.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/phaliyp/4525503649/">source</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.” - Buddha</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of the best, unforeseen consequences of simplifying our lives is that it has allowed us to begin living our lives in the present. Eliminating nonessential possessions freed us from many of the emotions associated with past lives that were keeping us stuck there. And clearing our home has allowed us the freedom to shape our lives today around our most important values.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Choosing to live in the past or the future not only robs you of enjoyment today, it robs you of truly living. The only important moment is the present moment. With that goal in mind, consider this list of ten tips below to start living your life in the present:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Remove unneeded possessions. Minimalism forces you to live in the present. Removing items associated with past memories or lives frees us up to stop living in the past and start living in the present.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Smile. Each day is full of endless possibilities! Start it with a smile. You are in control of your attitude every morning, keep it optimistic and expectant.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fully appreciate the moments of today. Soak in as much of today as you possibly can – the sights, the sounds, the smells, the emotions, the triumph, and the sorrow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Forgive past hurts. If you are harboring resentment towards another human being because of past hurts, choose to forgive and move on. The harm was their fault. But allowing it to impact your mood today is yours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Love your job. If you just “survive” the workweek constantly waiting for the next weekend “to get here,” you are wasting 71% of your life (5 out of 7 days). there are two solutions: 1) find a new job that you actually enjoy (it’s out there), or 2) find something that you appreciate about your current career and focus on that rather than the negatives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dream about the future, but work hard today. Dream big. Set goals and plans for the future. But working hard today is always the first step towards realizing your dreams tomorrow. Don’t allow dreaming about tomorrow to replace living in today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Don’t dwell on past accomplishments. If you are still talking about what you did yesterday, you haven’t done much today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stop worrying. You can’t fully appreciate today if you worry too much about tomorrow. Realize that tomorrow is going to happen whether you worry about it or not. And since worry has never accomplished anything for anybody, redirect your mental energy elsewhere.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Think beyond old solutions to problems. Our world is changing so fast that most of yesterday’s solutions are no longer the right answers today. Don’t get locked into a “but that’s how we’ve always done it” mentality. Yesterday’s solutions are not today’s solutions and they are certainly not tomorrow’s solutions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Conquer addictions. Addictions in your life hold you hostage. They keep you from living a completely free life today. Find some help. Take the steps. And remove their influence over your life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you can only live one moment at a time, you might as well make it the present…</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-by Joshua Becker <a href="http://www.becomingminimalist.com/2010/04/05/10-tips-to-start-living-in-the-present/">(source)</a></div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-28645939207344586252011-08-18T18:14:00.000-07:002011-08-18T18:14:54.316-07:00foggy days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lplqq2lBLq1qbyi3no1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lplqq2lBLq1qbyi3no1_500.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/katherinesquier/5349473635/in/faves-elisabelleb/">Source</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My blog is named "Inspiration Crush" because I wanted it for inspiration, but from the beginning I always stated it is for me to blog about anything I love, anything that inspires me, life in general, and my own life including my ups and downs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These are my downs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope you still stay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-36597645791879315722011-08-09T15:39:00.000-07:002011-08-09T15:39:55.050-07:00Dear Diary,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7F4kkDY-1M-bHboEeXooO4HgWT4XIGblXItxub3-PjK20zZSnMmRWoSsQAvE96KnskB6Nnvi6kEdsyVIzLIXeLlN-Fu2bnR2sAB5E5wmHHPtMqxkmHWK_jRPOGgMMQZesDljZYr_dZo/s1600/tumblr_kznzwesbUe1qa4w2fo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7F4kkDY-1M-bHboEeXooO4HgWT4XIGblXItxub3-PjK20zZSnMmRWoSsQAvE96KnskB6Nnvi6kEdsyVIzLIXeLlN-Fu2bnR2sAB5E5wmHHPtMqxkmHWK_jRPOGgMMQZesDljZYr_dZo/s1600/tumblr_kznzwesbUe1qa4w2fo1_400.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-74892168251056426782011-08-05T19:15:00.000-07:002011-08-05T19:15:03.031-07:00what will you choose?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://poundingheartbeat.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/dreams-and-reality.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="352" src="http://poundingheartbeat.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/dreams-and-reality.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Sometimes we walk down the road we want and even though we see warnings like rocks on the way that we stumble upon on, we keep on. It isn't until we fall in the face, break our lips and bleed, that we notice maybe this is not the way....<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Nc7qbLwaM7g" width="425"></iframe></div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-20009732333824674932011-07-07T09:23:00.000-07:002011-07-07T09:23:33.683-07:00Dear Happiness,<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="8968653_0ursml6j_c_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10309780/8968653_0uRSmL6J_c_large.jpg?1306815690" /><img alt="Tumblr_limliq7h1w1qb6t6wo1_500_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8276891/tumblr_limliq7h1W1qb6t6wo1_500_large.jpg?1301242545" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">would you stay here for a while? I have missed you so. And while you're here can you bring along relaxation with you? Thank you so much ^_^</div><div style="text-align: left;">I've had a few of those weeks where everything comes to perspective. Here I am planning this wedding, making sure every detail is perfect, and then something happens that makes you realize its not that important. Yes, I am getting married for the first time and hopefully the only time, but after this day the whole world will remain the same. My life may change, so will my fiancee's, and maybe our family members who will miss saying goodnight and seeing our grumpy faces in the breakfast table in the mornings, but about everything else will remain the same. There are so many things in this world, so many kids starving, so many people with no homes, so many illnesses, so many deaths. And sometimes, just sometimes, you think, "is this all worth it?" Spending so much money on one event when there are so many that don't even have enough for a meal, their medicine? My friend answered this with: "Yes, it is. This is your day. And there will always be people suffering wether you get married or not, whether you throw a party or not. A lot of people can't afford this, but if you can then why not? You are not spending millions on it like so many other do. As long as it's a reasonable budget like you want, then what's the big deal? You deserve this." Simple words, but yet it helped me so much. But one thing is for sure, my wedding is going to be simple. Tasteful, elegant but nothing grand. We have a budget for it and we are not planning to go over it. Because at the end of the day, yes this is our day, but I never want to have the feeling that it was too much. Just a day to have fun, dance, eat and share our happiness with those we love. And then one day, when I start working again, I can give a little something at least once a month to an organization that helps others. Because that is what will make me completely happy. Its something that has always been in the back of my mind, to someday give back, and I can't wait for that day that I can put that little money in that envelope and help bring a smile to someone's face. And for now, I am happy that when that day comes I will get to do it standing next to my other half ^_^</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-15321375666400008122011-06-25T19:39:00.000-07:002011-06-25T19:43:44.312-07:00summer 1964<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5239/5870951597_db6e59cbcc.jpg" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't have anything to write about..but this <a href="http://www.modestjune.com/2011/06/summer-1964.html">girl</a> sure does and its always amazing even when she doesn't even try, and her pictures are always a breath of fresh air on a hot summer day. Her <a href="http://www.modestjune.com/">blog</a> is just so beautiful and inspiring and I want every single dress she's worn ^_^</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Note: title is hers and so is the pretty picture :)</span></div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-66255366675184210172011-06-24T09:09:00.000-07:002011-06-24T09:09:20.674-07:00final decision on flowergirls dresses<div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjHVKl_QhPSDuBKZP-FkPCsqhF-ebS10278ldLAPH9aazXq-hs8oM-lOEVh0P1cQMrxq3RqpTn8alpmiDxXPlkDBs8HBnTGLPJs3aPwiJ70MaNcGwsDTOn0X89VZOlDYotimai8c5dlA/s1600/1175420.jpg" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJqbqfDDlQKAOJXaoK-THXEbUd672tjAvXl1Yos0MTEmw09PI-0dOYExwjesnJBg3nQFb24O3p4fhikIzCPuOl2g6lvx39HURUW_hY6f0QZzEAAYnE5PNgP-9CU2smvmlBo2IRW8t-5o/s1600/16694151_az5j2IrA_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJqbqfDDlQKAOJXaoK-THXEbUd672tjAvXl1Yos0MTEmw09PI-0dOYExwjesnJBg3nQFb24O3p4fhikIzCPuOl2g6lvx39HURUW_hY6f0QZzEAAYnE5PNgP-9CU2smvmlBo2IRW8t-5o/s400/16694151_az5j2IrA_c.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8pqZEp8CZCk2zYh5np4SgXYsKOboxVXRrOqAW85i3NVIWvx662fsThIZnJPE3w4FEOOJpXBFjiuUroNsH7mC3jbWDDKGTa3nBmiz3QGAZP5tFFWtYZwonOjkiCYCewlnDBVfgBl8PCxY/s1600/Katina-Katoo-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8pqZEp8CZCk2zYh5np4SgXYsKOboxVXRrOqAW85i3NVIWvx662fsThIZnJPE3w4FEOOJpXBFjiuUroNsH7mC3jbWDDKGTa3nBmiz3QGAZP5tFFWtYZwonOjkiCYCewlnDBVfgBl8PCxY/s1600/Katina-Katoo-3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMCekWZvIqLePjdP491SV_MRYFgQJFBFcapluHYE7iQPTHXtaN99AGzOrsiYNDOw3aqkTG5W4hJjOxqebVCzfpEJb3wMCBYul27z_yKQPbLVcjiT8xYd2V3GfMFU1_eqRgH8YctTGgG7I/s320/ballerina3.jpg" width="256" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-The ballerina style dress with tulle skirt, thin straps, low back, little buttons and big bow at the back. White/ivory dress with pastel color bows and ballerina flats.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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text-align: center;">NOTES:</div><div style="text-align: center;">-The Ballerina dress style which consists of little thin straps and tulle skirt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-ivory white dress</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-The band/bow of the dress the color of the ballerina flats (ballerina pink, lilac, whitish green?) If not, all white.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-Ankle length 3/4</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-hair down with flower wreath (large flowers look best) as first two pictures.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-441533702211068312011-06-01T09:00:00.000-07:002011-06-01T09:00:00.592-07:00the perfect bridal shower<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxd84kcdbKWRJc4FA3a3FA-iH1m_yT3EhG0cfMOZwArRRgT3aNk1nmSuikjPZYmSPxjZmjtnPC1yUkiOaele31Ci58rfmsZY81ApUBOTecAxjHFcUSdEXBRnofxKUurgwjzPUZrM_jzfc/s1600/bridalshower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxd84kcdbKWRJc4FA3a3FA-iH1m_yT3EhG0cfMOZwArRRgT3aNk1nmSuikjPZYmSPxjZmjtnPC1yUkiOaele31Ci58rfmsZY81ApUBOTecAxjHFcUSdEXBRnofxKUurgwjzPUZrM_jzfc/s1600/bridalshower.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150146040785913.284864.21415640912"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">source</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now isn't that just gorgeous? I saw this simple bridal shower that one bridesmaids put together for her bride-to-be bestfriend and it was absolutely beautiful. I just love how easy it can be achieved and that it actually took place in a park. I wish I can find the original picture but this one from h&m is the perfect inspiration picture. To achieve this all you need is:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">- a few bright balloons or paper latterns which retail for about $10 for a package of 4 or 5. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-A few old borrowed colorful blankets, sheets and pillows. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-A table or two to place snacks/drinks on (preferably cupcakes yum!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-A tablecloth or two to achieve a more "whimsical" look</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now ask all your friends to bring in drinks/snacks/cups/plates/napkins/ice</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And ta-da your all done, and this pretty look is all achieved with less than $50 dollars! Now um all I need is for one of my friends to get engaged as soon as possible so I can do all this :) I can't wait to be on the other end being a bridesmaids!</div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-28995520414786479052011-05-28T08:06:00.000-07:002011-05-28T08:06:00.913-07:00i think i saw you in an ice cream parlor, drinking milkshakes cold and long<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/12113840_If3WYDyY_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/12113840_If3WYDyY_c.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/22377937_xLZqx17O_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/22377937_xLZqx17O_c.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/27391536_chSF4AOI_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/27391536_chSF4AOI_c.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iVWWp4FYKCRYWAujIt5JnPugSLdPdTK0VeVM0e75BwU501yF0DK1JaHxky3-0nHBvg2SnVA8KqOodeOHD53EMaBpx4Lq1q5rBmLVOu-6mkHMSR-9WIiBardJnWoJSqwbpYN0Gf3OCk4/s1600/953678_009_e.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iVWWp4FYKCRYWAujIt5JnPugSLdPdTK0VeVM0e75BwU501yF0DK1JaHxky3-0nHBvg2SnVA8KqOodeOHD53EMaBpx4Lq1q5rBmLVOu-6mkHMSR-9WIiBardJnWoJSqwbpYN0Gf3OCk4/s400/953678_009_e.jpeg" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6tb5h5NTJDmHlQsdtgm82AIBhEM0VtsQ0g7hBsgaU-Jj66SmWrOVd0isdVdk6p7eKcfe6TyWnunaQOzLEs3Bo5iW_h4Ikb6e7UB8B70IwUSfL5fkDzUMhwZabnFLwmAhy9WRivGh18E/s1600/21071121_015_e.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6tb5h5NTJDmHlQsdtgm82AIBhEM0VtsQ0g7hBsgaU-Jj66SmWrOVd0isdVdk6p7eKcfe6TyWnunaQOzLEs3Bo5iW_h4Ikb6e7UB8B70IwUSfL5fkDzUMhwZabnFLwmAhy9WRivGh18E/s400/21071121_015_e.jpeg" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uXUefEi6Oyw9HZbDvf94PPnoi1DV9UdOJO0ckYR4UQm71BcNcsu0tPZGQQ7iPi5CzvHsLK9hzOaD5CfAqWdEZUvuuw09u_Pnk3we8agBvPSqAJm989xJF2z6Wv_sb2pFd2d1b-t7h6c/s1600/20747861_015_e.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uXUefEi6Oyw9HZbDvf94PPnoi1DV9UdOJO0ckYR4UQm71BcNcsu0tPZGQQ7iPi5CzvHsLK9hzOaD5CfAqWdEZUvuuw09u_Pnk3we8agBvPSqAJm989xJF2z6Wv_sb2pFd2d1b-t7h6c/s400/20747861_015_e.jpeg" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZ0TzLbO_gCtwOcjR1Xop6sltzES5E-grRktguYuwJ6QGGi2TThYjmBmwHYDG2UcUeBv-YagiWEZRh890TDrqPLUKd66HZu9HxbtWUi3RhXYseTqadS0dKtPr0CUHfUG3sI09uG_6cnE/s1600/21071089_069_e.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZ0TzLbO_gCtwOcjR1Xop6sltzES5E-grRktguYuwJ6QGGi2TThYjmBmwHYDG2UcUeBv-YagiWEZRh890TDrqPLUKd66HZu9HxbtWUi3RhXYseTqadS0dKtPr0CUHfUG3sI09uG_6cnE/s400/21071089_069_e.jpeg" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Don't you just love retro-vintage swinsuits? I have a bit of an obsession with swimwear but can you blame me? just take a look at <a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/category.jsp?id=CLOTHES-SWIMS&pushId=CLOTHES-SWIMS&popId=CLOTHES&navAction=top&navCount=6&templateType=subCategory&itemCount=8&displayNumber=8&viewAllOnOnePage=yes&_DARGS=/anthro/catalog/common/subcategory_viewall.jsp_A&_DAV=true&_dynSessConf=-2076248216545300988">Anthropologie's</a>, <a href="http://www.jcrew.com/womens-swim.jsp">Jcrew's</a>, or <a href="http://www1.bloomingdales.com/catalog/index.ognc?CategoryID=5609&PageID=24090636758812&kw=Swimwear&loc=leftnav">Bloomingdale's</a> swimwear and you will be hooked too. Luckily, I love my wallet a bit too much so I have just splurged in one for my honeymoon. I have not worn a one-piece since I was like twelve years-old, but trying to find the right one for my body was surprisingly easy, the hard part was choosing just one. I finally decided on <a href="http://www.victoriassecret.com/ss/Satellite?ProductID=1265482108824&c=Page&cid=1304338692046&pagename=vsdWrapper">Carmen Marc Valvo's retro one-piece in Aquamarine</a> from Bloomingdales, but you can find it online on many stores including Victoria's. I can't wait to wear it with my big floppy hat and some oversized sunglasses :)</div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-18076070211900617302011-05-27T06:53:00.000-07:002011-05-27T06:53:05.756-07:00I scream, you scream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Tumblr_ll3r2wcvf41qdhu7co1_400_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9807928/tumblr_ll3r2wcVF41qdhu7co1_400_large.jpg?1305506204" /></div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;">WE ALL SCREAM FOR BRIDESMAIDS!</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">haha yup! This is how excited I get everytime I get good news about my bridal party and guests. So heres the story.<br />
I had first decided I wasn't going to have a lot of bridesmaids. I was going to do the official thing done in Quisqueya- which is to have the young/single girls as bridesmaids. And since I am the youngest from my generation this meant I would only have two younger cousins as my bridesmaids along with my little sister who is 18. My maid-of-honor is my oldest sister who is already married with kids. And of course my flowergirl will be Anabella. I wanted as many flowergirls as possible, always did, always will. However there are not many girls in the family that are young enough to be flowergirls yet old enough to do it, so I am only left with two. Nevertheless, let me tell you these are two of the prettiest, sweetest girls you will ever laid eyes on and this will be enough to get all the oohs and ahhs and maybe even some ooh-la-las, yep Anabella who just turned four and Ana Amelia who is 3 are just that adorable! Now, I had assumed my bridal party was complete and that all my friends were fine with this, especifically since one of my friends (who is older than me) had expressed she didn't want to be a bridesmaids AT ALL. As a matter of fact, before I had announced anything early in the days, she said she did not want to be a bridesmaids at all and to please not make her be one because she already felt too old to be one and she likes having the choice to choose whatever she wants to wear. I was fine with this and assumed my friends felt the same. How silly of me huh? It wasn't until my mother expressed some girls might still want to be bridesmaids that I thought "Oh My God what was I thinking?" To make the story short: I asked, they said yes, I went from three bridesmaids to nine! Yeap, thats right- Nine of my closest girls to be there with me, and I couldn't be happier. However, the problem now is that the seamstress who lives in Quisqueya will not have time to do all these dresses and I don't know what to do :/</div>Zaira Mabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888noreply@blogger.com1