Friday Night: Birthday Celebration Numero Uno

First stop: Dolce Superclub somwehere in Timog and Tomas Murato Quezon City.

After our first bottles, hunger pangs occured so we decided to go to The Sicilian Express-- love their chicken sandwich.

Time to partaaay!

There were a lot of cuties but I had to behave since I was with my straight cousin. Besides, I really have to quit indulging in cheap thrills. Hee hee...


The place is okay. Dolce reminds me of Embassy although it's been ages since I've been to the latter. It's probably the cloud of smoke that reminded me of Emabajada. More rant on that in a bit.

I liked the music a lot. with the hiphop, house and techno combo. I can't believe they played One More Time and Madison Avenue's Don't Call Me Baby! So late 90s! I think I had a little orgasm when I realized it was Daft Punk. The mixing was fantastic.

The crowd is a mix of expats, chavs, hipsters and hotties with a sprinkling of d-list celebrities and barely-there-pubic-hair youngens.

I hate it when smoking is allowed inside clubs or when there isn't a separate smoking area. My eyes were burning and I was constantly tearing up. Not only was I damaging my liver but was also subjecting my lungs to a disgusting poison. It's unfair because I don't smoke. I felt like a Jew in a gas chamber the entire time. I know, I know, I have no one to blame.

Oh well. I had a good time. We left at 4 AM and went to Wendy's.

I have a hang over right now but I'll try to shop for pasalubong later.

Thursday Stripes and Spa

As a ritual, I went to the mall again all alone since I didn't have anything better to do.

This is the hat I've been planning to buy at Topman but never really got myself to buy it. I don't know. I don't think it will get me very far in terms of mileage. It's made of straw and although it is very comfortable, it's too summery. Besides, I already got one for my upcoming out-of-town escapade.

Since I was too poor to shop, I went on to do some other things instead. I had a much needed pampering for the feet...

...and pigged out on a sinfully delicious slice of cake from Secret Recipe upon Apples' reccommendation.

Yesterday's Look: Comfort Cool

Shirt- Topman

Cropped Pants- American Eagle Outfitters

Bag- Esprit

Shoes- Vans

Sunglasses- Bench

Happy weekend!

P.S.

Gawd, my birthday is in three days! The party starts tonight. My cousin and I are planning to go out.

Packing: Another Test of Restraint

Packing light has never been my skill. I get paranoid every time I pack so I end up hoarding clothes and what not wherever I go. I usually would not stop stuffing my bag until it's about to burst and until I pack at least 2 extra shirts, shorts, undies and hankies.

I started taking some of the stuff I'll bring to my little vacation just moments ago and I have no idea how I'm going to keep my shit below 20kg. I've paid more than P1,000 of excess baggage in the past which means I brought about double the allowed weight. I don't want to spend that much on baggage anymore because there are gifts to be bought, a party to be thrown and more parties to attend.

Anyhoo, I am so fucking excited. Gawd, I hope the weather will be perfect by the time we leave Manila.

P.S.
I will try to post pictures of what else I've been up to lately. I can't do that right now since my laptop is still dead, I'm too scared to attach my phone to computers in internet shops because of possible virus threats and Globe GPRS is acting up. So much for modern technology.

Gotta Love the Japanese: Nozomi Ishiguro

Avant Garde, street couture, lolita, call it whatever you want. All I know is Nozomi Ishiguro is the hauteness. I read somewhere that he used to be connected with Comme des Garcons and it definitely shows. Check out some of the looks from his latest collection.

This is something I'd totally wear. Maybe not here in Manila under the blazing tropical sun but I think I can pull this off with the right weather.

I fucking love the coat and he bag.

This looks like a cross between a Russian doll and a Chinese ancient warrior, no?

Bitch got caught between two hairy balls but she still worked it like she owned it.

Harajuku meets Gaultier?

Love the boots.

Distressed is best.

This, my friends, is one of the reasons why I want to go to Japan. The fashion is glorious and explosive. Do perverts in the land of the rising sun pay good money for some Filipino dick?

Photo credits: Nozomi Ishiguro's official website

Thursday Round-Up

It's pretty obvious that I had a looong day.

Jeezus mother of god, yesterday was hectic. I had a really good time though. I love it that I was able to work out, canoodle, eat out, shop a little and paid the bills all in one day.

As usual, I started my day by dragging my ass to the gym. Then I went to the bank and the mall to take care of my dues and buy some meds. I forgot to mention that I have been suffering from pharyngitis again for the nth time this year. Gawd, I've spent over P600 on meds and I know it's not that much but it's certainly enough to be spent on something else more fun like a movie or a good meal you know. I hate being sick.

Anyway, just when I was preparing to meet up a good friend at the other side of the city, someone dropped by for some good, clean fun. It's refreshing because we didn't go very far unlike the first time we met last Saturday. Sometimes, it's more fun to just sit around, cuddle and laugh, and kiss. Oh god, listen to me.

Moving on...

My friend H and I went to Trinoma supposedly just to have dinner. We were both very particular not to spend so much because we have to save up for our upcoming trip but alas, she ended up shopping for some clothes and accessories while I settled for a straw fedora from Diego because it'll come in handy for our little vacay. So much for restraint.

We then headed to the much talked-about JT's Manokan restaurant and stuffed our faces with grilled chicken and garlic rice. Oh my god, the food was so good and sinful and cheap! The ambiance is very laid back and casual but the grilled chicken, my god, scrumptious. The keyboard is drenched with drool right now.


Apres JT's, H and I strolled around the Timog Area and ended up in Gloria Jean's. I just had hot tea since cold/sweet drinks will basically burn my throat. H had a cookie.

We went home around 3 AM. Whew. It was a long day and I loved it.

P.S.

He dropped by again this morning. Dulce De Leche anyone? Now if I can just get myself to run this afternoon so I can burn off all that extra rice and sugar.

Crash

I'm like Amy Winehouse without coke. Like Lohan without booze. Like a whore without sex. I'm like a decent rock star without all that.

My stone-age laptop crashed again.

Guilty Pleasures

Turon LoveWhen you simply do not have the time to (try to) cook, nor the gusto or funds to eat out all the time, you have to explore all possible options.

Lately, I have been eating turon for breakfast. Fine, it's more like an appetizer since a tuna sandwich follows but I simply love eating it. Tres chic? Not really. But it's one of the few things I would actually eat that's sold along the streets of Manila.

I know it looks like sugar glazed turd but it's really good. Seriously, it's so good I had to blog it.

Lipstick Jungle of Cougars

This show is basically a Sex and the City spin-off with three Samantha-aged women in it. It's entertaining enough though and for some reason, I got hooked. Too bad I can't really keep up, thanks to my new work schedule.

Bye Bye Jacket

I just fucking lost my jacket. It's no expensive piece or anything. I've had it for over 5 years now. Fuck. I hate this. It's not for the fashion nor monetary value. I just really want it. Like I said, I've had that jacket for a really long time! It's sporty, cotton, mustard yellow and gray with 2 stripes on both sleeves. I don't even know what the hell the brand is, all I know is I got it from a tiangge years and years ago. It's the same jacket I wore to Wowowee! Shut up! It was a school trip ok!

Ugh.

I fucking hate losing clothes. I swear. It really bothers me mentally.

I placed it on top of my bag in between the handle. Dammit, I really should have just put the damn thing inside. I'm pretty sure I left it at the jeepney I took on my way home. I actually think someone called my attention when I was about to alight but I was too tired to notice and I was listening to some music with earphones buried in my ears. I didn't even notice it was missing until I checked my bag. Fuck. I am sooo upset right now.

How does it go again? You find some you lose some? Is that right? When I got home, I found the missing pair of a sock I was desperately looking for last night. Jeezus.

Full Friday

Today was hectic. I did so much the entire day my legs are still aching as I type this. I literally went through rain and shine, dry and flooded as I shopped, ate out and visited some relatives within the last 15 hours.

During the morning, I woke up so early at 8:30 and went to the gym.

Some friends and I were supposed to go to ultra luxurious shopping destination Divisoria but the bitches cancelled at the last minute. We then decided to just go to Greenhills and we would meet up at Robinsons Galleria around noon.

I arrived at the mall early so I haphazardly looked around. Naturally, I visited Topman. I have to say that I deserve some sort of commendation for having the restraint lately since I've dropped by this store a couple of times and managed to get out empty handed. This time however, nothing could stop me. I blame half of this to my friends by the way.

I have a little vacation to enjoy in the coming weeks so I really should be saving up right now. My logical side got paralyzed however when I tried on these shirts. The pictures do not give them justice.

These items were on sale (30% off) so I think that's a perfect excuse for yet another impulse purchase. And yeah, basically, I already started shopping even before getting to the destination. I actually didn't buy anything at Greenhills but I got to be a pseudo fashion consultant. Let me consider this as one of those "it's not the destination it's the journey" things.


Today's outfit: Cheap Casual

The shirt is from a store called Muradito in Tutuban, Divisoria.
The rolled up cropped pants are Gloria Vanderbilt from relatives abroad.
The shoes are from Vans which I had customized by having patches added.
The aviators are from Bench. I've had these for almost 4 years now.
The bag is from Esprit.

Watch Out Bitches

Somebody's going on vacation. Somebody's going home. Somebody's flying coach.

Don't you just love cheap airfare? Thank god it's only a 45-minute flight. It's still a couple of weeks away so I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Con You

While at lunch, a good friend of mine at work told me the other day that two of our other workmates think I'm cono (konyo).

"What?!!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah. They just don't tell it to your face." she responded. She then further explained that it's because of my seemingly snobby demeanor towards other people.

This really got me thinking. It doesn't piss me off nor does it infuriate me but it just bothers me because it's not true. First of all, my idea of cono guys are those who usually favor the preppy fashion (think Lacoste) with the perfect Taglish accent donning clothing labels most average guys cannot afford. Throw in some braces and a fancy car and what do you have? Someone not me.

And you know what bothers me more? It's the fact that it bothers me.

I need to get over it. This is nuts.

How the hell do you type in enye here by the way?

The Age Issue

Oh my god, Tanya fucking Dziahileva is just 17 years old?! Ugh.

This bitch is practically a baby. A hot and fierce baby.

Jeesuz. Did you look like this when you were 17? I know there are a lot of other beautiful models out there who are probably zygotes compared to Tanya D. but I just didn't expect this uber successful model to be so young.

I just got from a workout and was watching F TV when I realized this. It turns out she was born in 1991. She didn't even make it to the 80s! Another thing I learned is she's from Belarus. I'm not sure where the hell that is (I'll Google it later) but I love Tanya. She has a really unique look and she knows how to work the catwalk.

Tanya giving love to another ferosh bitch Bryanboy.

By the way, what ever happened to Daria Werbowy? Gawd, I need to catch up on Models 101 instead of fucking around. However, the more important question is: What were YOU doing when you were 17?

I personally, was still in college struggling with Algebra, spending my allowance going to parties and still 99% virgin.

Gawd, and to think I'll be 22 in four weeks.

Photo Credits: nymag.com and news.com.au

He ate the squid (just whe I'm about to throw it away).

Blah, blah, blah... Sex. Blah, blah, blah... Mr. MedRep. Blah, blah, blah... Goodbye.

Like a zombie rising from the dead, out of nowhere, he was suddenly alive again. The next thing I know, I was in his car driving up to the parking area.

It was intense. It was hot. It was good. But what else is next?

Well, he ate lunch at my place. Turns out he likes squid (very much)--even after knowing it's been sitting in the fridge for a week already. He insisted on eating the bowl of viand and yesterday's leftover rice despite my warnings. He happily ate his past-its-prime food while I munched on a tuna sandwich I made for myself.

A dry kiss, a loose hug and a belly rub later, he goes back to oblivion probably never to return again for at least a couple of months or ever.

From One Ho-mo to Another: J. Harvey Gives Me Some Adivce

Ohmigod you guys! My letter just got published on A Socialite’s Life! It’s fucking unbelievable. Hahahah… Okay, it screams desperate pervert but whatever. It’s so exciting. Gawd, I love J. Harvey. I really appreciate the advice. The comments are both touching and hilarious.

Click here to see why I'm creaming my pants with excitement. It's just the jolt I needed during a hard time at work.

"What the hell is a mall comfort room? Like when you didn't get it on sale so you need to cry and be consoled?"

Hahahahah... I didn't realize these bitches do not know what a 'comfort room' is. My bad. At least I didn't use CR.

Retail Therapy of a Bipolar Shopper

The weather was lovely today, well at least during the entire morning. It was rainy and very windy. It would've been perfect without the rain. Everything was ruined though when the sun came out this afternoon just before I stepped out.

I went to the mall without any concrete purpose but to kill time and browse around just like the usual date I have with myself. I checked out Topman to see if they still have the hat I've been eying on and hoped it was part of their end of season sale. The good news is it was still there. The bad news is it's not on sale even though it's a straw Panama hat which screams summer. Hello?! It's a summer apparel and the Philippines is very well into the wet season. End of season sale! Ugh. I had mental bouts whether I'll finally buy it (plus a shirt) and spend the rest of the week on a very, very tight budget. Logic got the better of me.

Since I wasn't spending the money on anything else (or so I thought), I decided to treat myself to a drink at The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. I wasted this morning's 1-hour workout on a regular-sized Ultimate Mocha Mud Slide while introducing myself to Haruki Murakami's The Elephant Vanishes.

This shirt looks nice but it requires major sucking in. It's something I cannot wear to a buffet dinner.

I went for a stroll around after that and found myself liking a shirt in this shop called 101 New York. I really liked it and I thought it was a steal at roughly P700; two shirts (which can be worn together or otherwise) for the price of one. So I tried it on (the Large-sized one! I've never been a Large!). It's one of those things that's just not meant to be since the damn thing was too damn tight AND it was the largest size they have. Jeezus. It's not the kid's line is it? Ugh. Too bad. I really liked the design and the fabric. I'm just not sure about the construction though.

That's a small tear right there.

It's funny how I managed to brainwash myself that the only money I'd spend was for the drink and for fare but I almost bought a shirt which was never on the plan in the first place. It must have been all the hip and almost chica people that I saw here and there that got me in the mood. In fact, I was so "inspired" that I actually raided the ATM to buy the Topman hat and lost all logical sense whatsoever like any typical bipolar retail moment.

The sudden change of heart doesn't end there though. On my way to the store, the wares at Aldo caught my eyes so I just had to check out this joint. Fine. I lied. It was actually the cute sales clerk that had me tracing my steps back and drew me into the store. I pretended to be interested with the seemingly so-so men's selection until I spotted this pair of sunnies with the tortoise shell frame. I tried it on and just when the cutie approached me, I made a decision to ditch the hat (for now)-- another impulsive shopping moment with a little flirting on the side. Not only are the glasses more than decent looking, they're reasonably priced as well.

Nice? Yes? No?

Needless to say, I bought the freakin' glasses. While in the middle of the purchase, the chinky-eyed clerk asked if I have a loyalty card. I said no and naturally, he asked if I'd like to get one. I didn't show much interest since I don't really shop at Aldo and the establishments it is affiliated with like Bench, Fox, Belo, Human, Celio, etc. When I was handed my item however, as undignified as it sounds, I caved in if only to spend more time talking to this friendly cutie. I also thought it's a great chance to leave my number so yeah, I'm desperate. Hahahah... It was kind of fun. The P100 fee for the card gave me a few more minutes to interact with this guy and he addressed me by my first name when I was about to leave. Jeezus. Yes, I'M disgusted with myself too. LOL

I may have some sort of disorder but that's not an excuse to look horrible.

By the way, I later realized he's not just your regular sales boy. I think he's the store manager/supervisor since he was very well dressed and he was giving orders to the other bitches around.

After a brief brush with my future ex and my hopefully worthwhile unnecessary buy, I went to the comfort room to be slapped by reality.

Do I honestly think, all this flirting/playing around is going to give me what I want? With this skin, do I actually think this guy's going to miraculously text/call me? I need to work out a lot more.

My insecurities, which would shame the Chinese population, were about to stream in when I was able to get a hold of myself just in time and shifted my thoughts to the cash incentive I'll be getting from work.

I cannot wait until next pay day! I wonder if that Topman hat is ever going to be on sale. Should I just buy it anyway? Should I still consider buying that other pair of sunnies from Zara? They looked gorgeous on me and I looked gorgeous in them. These assholes need to wake up and smell the semen (on their hair) and realize I'm a good catch.

I went home feeling pleased with myself.

The 3 Cs

Can you believe it's August? Just one more month and we'll be well into the 'ber' months. Not only that, exactly one month from now, I will be turning 22! Jeezus. I'll save my age rant until then though.

For now, let's talk about what's here and what's new. And what a better way to kick off the month than with a new haircut? Fine, not exactly new since I've had this style a couple of times already but whatever.

In honor of August and my new hair, I give you my first narcissistic pictionary in a long, long time.

Commercial

Catalogue

Couture

Do you think Bennie Ninja would be proud? Do you think Tyra would be handing me my picture? Hahahah... I'm having ANTM Cycle 10 withdrawals.

Please cut me some slack. I took those photos right when I got home from an eleven-hour shift at work so I look used. Oh who am I kidding, I look like that all the time. One thing's for sure though, right is definitely NOT my angle--something I've discovered years ago since I started cam whoring.