Thought Vomit

For the lack of a better thing to do, I have resorted to drinking. Well, it's just one of the Vodka Cruisers lying in the fridge so I don't know if you can even call this drinking. And it's friggin' blue!

I don't really drink alone. I drink to celebrate and not to sulk and cultivate loneliness. But hey, it's the only interesting thing to do when you don't have plans for the night and nothing good is on TV and you're single, and you're broke with no one to talk to. LOSER. I know.

Anyway, I'm going home in less than a week and I hope this will lift my spirits up soon enough. My parents recently bought a new Christmas tree and although I doubt it's available in Iloilo, I couldn't help but wish they had gotten a black one, preferably the one I saw in Dimensione a few days ago. It must be the emo kid in me.

This is one of the times when I wonder what it's like to be an ultra perky and cheery person oozing with a sunshine-y personality. I have friends who are like that. Don't get me wrong. I'm a generally nice person but I'm usually bubbly only when I'm with my really good friends. The rest of the time, I'm normally quiet, serious and brooding even. I'd like to try to be more optimistic ans perky some time. Perhaps when my friend lends me her copy of The Secret?

P.S.
I really need a haircut. Cecille, the usual stylist at Piandre Ayala who cuts my hair has been unavailable lately so I have no idea what to do or where to go.

Tomorrow is another day. Bye for now.

:)

It's that time of the season again when my confidence is low, my self esteem plummets and I resort to heart-wrenching songs, sulking.

I feel like everyone else around me is moving forward and living their life positively while little ol' me is stuck in this rut feeling all alone and stagnant.

A friend from work is currently hooked on the widely popular book The Secret and it seems to be working to her favor. Good for her. Another very good friend just got a new job which she really loves while another one just got her very first boyfriend. All great and dandy. I, on the other hand, well, still bored, still uninspired.

I can certainly feel the spirit of the holidays but it somehow just makes me feel worse. I'm not taking it in a good way.

I'm looking forward to getting over this.

I want this outfit now!

This is pure perfection. The drop-crotch pants, the shirt, the glasses, the flip-flops, the watch. It's subtly well put together. It's effortlessly chic yet practical. Don't even get me started about the guy. That's a totally different story though.

It's perfect. Enough said.

Photo: The Sartorialist

Rihanna+Chris Brown Concert

It's my first time to go to a concert that massive (with a 70,000 audience according to Rihanna) so I don't really know what to say but Chris Brown is an absolute charmer and Rihanna is a sex kitten on fire.Chris Brown took the stage first with an electrifying set and after what seemed like years of leg aches and an awesome fireworks display, Rihanna followed opening her set with the intoxicating beats of 'Disturbia'. The chemistry between the two performers (and lovers?) was palpable when Chris Brown joined Rihanna in 'Umbrella' which concluded the show.

I'm not even going to attempt to further elaborate the entire experience as words are simply not enough. There's no doubt the event was a success.

Sleepless Generation

They say this is the Prozac generation. But when Prozac, Xanax and Valium are not within your reach, what do you resort to? Antihistamine of course!

My sister and I have been fans of Allerin for quite a while now but it hasn't been working very well for me lately. That's why I started taking Seroquel, a bipolar disorder drug given by Mr. MedRep months ago.
I've been keeping the drug untouched all this time until 2 weeks ago when I desperately needed some sleep. As told by Mr. MedRep, this shit is hardcore. So much so that he gave me only one tablet. I just break or slice a very tiny portion and down it with water then I'd be knocked out after a couple of minutes. It's really promising. It's perfect for long, undisrupted slumber (not for 20-minute power naps).

Seroquel is obviously not an over-the-counter medicine so taking it without any medication from a physician is definitely risky which is why I only take it once or twice a week when the Zs are too elusive.

Jeezus, what the hell happened to us that getting some sleep takes so much?

Anyway, click here for more information about Seroquel.

P.S.
As usual, I am merely sharing my experience in this post and there is no way that I am adveritising/recommending Seroquel, or any drug for that matter, to anyone. And remember, OD-ing and pulling a Heath Ledger is never cool.

Photo Credits: drugs.com

What's Your Number?

My very good friend and I are chatting over YM right now and just moments ago she asked me this question out of nowhere:

"How many guys have you slept with?"

Bitch has been rubbing crotches with this guy who is a potential first boyfriend and who is bound to pop her cherry. Now, she's seeking sex advices from me.

Anyway, I didn't give an exact answer because honestly, I've stopped counting. Not that there's that many of them. I've slept with more than a dozen of them. There. That's the best answer I could come up with so go figure.

Random Rants

Free Time

Psyched would be the perfect word to describe me right now. My one-day leave from work got approved and it's absolutely fantastic. Seriously, that's like rain in the Sahara or a lunar eclipse.

The thing though is I don't know what to do with all that time in my hands. My cousin's birthday party on Saturday is not happening so I have no idea what I'll do. It certainly doesn't help that I'm broke because of the shopping I succumbed to. Oh well. Let's see. I might as well just enjoy this.

Woohoo!

Changes

I'm not really into politics but for some reason I care about the USA election. Congratulations Obama! I trust Momma Oprah's taste so I think America is in good hands. Seriously though, he has yet to prove himself but I think he won't disappoint. If only Filipino politicians would be at least... Oh I won't even go there.

Proposition 8 won?! Boo!

Philip, Aries or Veejay?

I can't wait for the finale of Project Runway Philippines! I saw the first half today and I must say all three collections seem very strong in different ways.

I think Aries is an amazing designer who delivers in terms of style level and construction. He has been very consistent all throughout the show. He tends to boast sometimes but we're looking for the Philippines' next top designer here, not a role model.

Veejay has been in the mainstream fashion industry for a while now and it shows. He may have had a couple of slip-ups in the show but he certainly knows what he's doing. I appreciate the fact that his designs are never overly done yet still chic and edgy.

Philip has a good attitude-- I just had to point that out. He knows what women want. His designs are always very feminine and the construction of his pieces are never compromised. What he lacks in versatility, he somehow makes up for in execution and design concept.

I love all three of them. Each designer is a strong contender, but I think Aries Lagat deserves the win.

We'll know very soon.

P.S.
Please DO NOT even give me a clue or hint whatsoever of who won if for some reason you already know the results. Ok? Thank you.

Photos: smh.com.au, cbs5.com, projectrunwayphilippines.com

My Halloween Tricks and Treats

Five locations. One shopper. Too much goodies.

Today is Friday, pay day and shopping day. I scoured half of town for a major retail therapy. It's very interesting because I did the same thing at Rockwell last year. Since all my loved ones who have passed away are all buried in my hometown and camping with relatives at the cemetery is something I cannot enjoy here in Manila, I thought I'd go shop the Halloween away.

The Lacoste, Plains and Prints and Backstage items are not for myself but I sure did enjoy buying them. Besides, I'm very much contented with my Theodore's and Springfield steals.

On today's episode, our eternal lonesome loser goes to multiple consumerism hubs in Manila to fill the void of homesickness and solitaire. Below are a couple of things you can do should you wish to tread the same path---risk going bankrupt and donate all your money to Store Specialist Inc., etc... Ladies and gents, welcome to How to Spend Your Free Time Spending Your Meager Income!

With barely 5 hours of sleep, head to Makati Cinema Square to look for local indie films and Spanish movies. If you don't have luck finding Spanish movies, just get four Filipino indie titles.

Apres MCS, head to Glorietta to purchase 8 tickets for the Rihanna and Chris Brown concert. Get the bronze ones because you're too poor to get the expensivo tickets.

Go to Burger King and fill your aching stomach due to extreme hunger. Be patient because there's never a vacant table until a couple of minutes of holding your tray going back and forth.

Then proceed to Greenbelt to buy your father's Lacoste shirts. Go to Starbucks and waste all the precious albeit boring time you spend at the gym.

Get a cab and go to The Fort upon learning from Bryanboy and Chuvaness a couple of days ago that there's a major sale going on at Theodore's The Store.

Before going to the store du jour however, drop by Backstage first. Buy a gift for a friend and get your picture taken shamelessly by one of the sales representatives.

This my first time to go to Backstage and I definitely want to go back.

Before heading to Theodore's, wander and get distracted like you always do. Head to Springfield where you remember seeing cute red and yellow shoes!

These jeans are so tight they can pass off as leggings! My nuts were tortured.

Fume upon knowing that the same guy you saw shopping at Glorietta came there first and was clever enough to reserve the last remaining pair of the same size 42 shoes in red that you were planning to get. Request the lovely sales rep to call their other branches and check availability of the same kicks. Since there's one pair left at Robinson's Manila, have it held.

Finally, hit up Theodore's while ogling over the fantastic costumes of kids and adults alike as you work your way through the crowd.

You step into the store and you can't decide which direction you go first. Your heartbeat goes hysterical while checking out the amazing selection of S**** London shoes on sale.

The very accommodating sales rep with brown eyes points to a white True Love & False Idols shirt with a gold "THIS SHIT HERE SELLS ITSELF" (or something like that) print. You fall in love with it but later forget about it because it's stained, which is why they're cutting the price in half, and they don't have it in medium.

Gawd. Look at my skin!

You settle for another white TFL shirt but still continue to loiter. The sales rep suggested that you check out their Cheap Monday jeans selection. You try one on and bam! Perfect fit. You decide to get it. You're convinced Mr. Sales Rep is very good with his job, it also helps that he's quite cute.

Sold!

As you sign the guest book, you see Celine Lopez's name and number. You entertained the thought of getting her number just for shits and giggles.

Intoxicated with consumerism, you exit the store and find throngs of people, young, old, beautiful, hot, not, running laps around the block, some of whom in complete Halloween regalia.

I really should have brought the camera!

I would've considered joining this marathon(?)/race(?) had I known about it. I'd be Elvis.

What's up bitches?

Not giving up without a fight, you race to Robinson's Manila to pick up the apparently coveted red shoes in size 42. Three lbs of sweat later, they're yours at 30% off.

Just before going home, you drop by Plains and Prints and get leggings for your sister.

You go home with contentment, high with the wonders of shopping.

A big chunk of my salary went to:

• Red canvas shoes from Springfield
• Jeans from Cheap Monday (Theodore's)
• White True Love & False Idols shirt (Theodore's)
• DVDs from MCS

Theodore's even threw in a cute notepad!

Shop 'til you drop? I say shop 'til you lose a limb.

Today's outfit: Oversize shirt from Fossil (a hand-me-down), uber skinny jeans from an ukay-ukay store in Iloilo, shoes from People are People, vintage wayfarers, and wooden ring from Boracay.

Whew.

I can't pay my rent, but I'm fucking gorgeous.

What's the combination of heavy, black eyeliner, intoxicating glam-rock music, and gorgeousness in obscene amounts? Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Semi Precious Weapons!



Thanks to Perez for yet another marvelous music recommendation. Check out this NYC band's MySpace page here.

They're like the gay Franz Ferdinand. Too hot.

My Sunday All-Day Bender

This is the last rant about Philippine Fashion week. I swear.


This is supposedly the ticket that would have let me take a peek into this season's Philippine Fashion Week yesterday (Saturday). It's for the luxe wear collection. The ticket was issued by Ilonggo designer Eric delos Santos and was given by Vincent (Thanks much!), my friend H's sister's friend.

Meanwhile, I would like to thank Xernan for offering to give me his slot at today's shows (see comments on last post). That's really awesome.

Speaking of today, my Sunday was very hectic but fun. I only had 3 hours of sleep because I had to go to H's sister's place in Makati for a little lunch party. I spent the entire day with H, her sister Frances, their cousin Patricia and their friend Vincent at Greenbelt---oh and with Ellesse, Frances' pet chihuahua.

Together with 2 of their nephews, we hit up Timezone for an afternoon videoke spree, then went to Fresh Bar for some drinks, went around Greenbelt 5, and attended mass at 7:30 PM. We headed back to Frances' condominium unit afterwards to have dinner which was followed by Coke and Black Label. Yes, we had Johnny Walker at 9 PM on a Sunday night.

By the way, M and I coincidentally met up this evening just shortly after the mass ended. It turns out he was also in Greenbelt so he, I repeat he, told me we should meet up. We did. We talked about a couple of things but not enough to clear things out. One thing surprised me though. He has been reading my blog so he knows what shit I've been up to lately.

Oh well. I feel and look like a zombie right now so I'm out of here.

Fashion Frustration

The cosmos are playing with me. Everything about me is a mess.

It's official. This is not the fashion week I will get to attend. My friend and I had to give up our tickets because of work. So we're not going to tomorrow's shows. I won't get to wear the outfit I had in mind and I especially won't get to rub elbows with the local fashion scenesters.

This got me so depressed I thought cooking would get my mind off of it and make me less frustrated. Bad idea. It's edible but it's the worst tuna pasta I've made so far.

Anyway, my pimple and I will stay in tonight for a quiet, Philippine Fashion Week-less evening.

I know it's crazy. I hope this is the last time I write about this season's third world fashion week.

Caption Corruption

Here's one of the pictures taken one summer afternoon a few months ago in Manila Zoo. I just think it looks funny.

"How many bags do you see?"

Sorry for the picture quality. It's a picture of a picture.

Fashion Week Should Be a Holiday

Like I have mentioned multiple times before, I really want to go to Philippine Fashion Week. A couple of days ago, my good friend H, told me we can go with her sister who knows some Ilonggo designers and has a friend who works in a fashion magazine. So naturally, I was thrilled. Seriously, I have been planning my outfit ever since. I even tried on a couple of looks.

The other day, H and I visited her sister who told us we can attend one of the shows on the 25th. That's on a Saturday which means I have work--no, we (H and I) have work. But I figured maybe we can just call in sick or perhaps come in a few hours late.

Now, I'm not so sure anymore if that's a good idea.

Schedule adherence at work is highly regarded and rewarded now. If H and I ruin our team's record, our supervisor and teammates will kill us if we don't get the incentives. I honestly don't give so much shit about what these people will say. Okay maybe I do, just a little. But the thing that bothers me most is the fact that our supervisor has been pretty lenient to us and I don't want her thinking we're abusing this. Ugh. I'm such a fucking good person, I know!

I hate work right now. In fact, if it's not for my fucked up work schedule, I'd be in Pangasinan this very moment for a weekend trip with relatives.

If only I can get into the October 22, 23 and/or 26 shows, I will be a very happy person because I will be free on those days. And since, I can not offer a first born, and my virginity is out of the question, I will pray for the soul of who ever will hook me up... Or maybe I (meaning my cleaning lady of course) can do your laundry for a week? Or do I just do you? JK.

Oh well...

Sure there's always next year but still... Ugh. I can't stand it.

P.S.
I just realized what's indicated on the title still wouldn't help because our company doesn't honor holidays. None. Zero.

*vomits*

Socks and Sucks

Today was very jam-packed (both litrally and figuratively).

I think there's too many people in Manila. Fine, I think there's too many people who take the MRT/LRT in Manila. Commuting around the city is absolutely excruciating. Don't even get me started about the people traffic in malls. It gets worse as the holidays come nearer.

Anway, I went to the gym this noon. Afterwards, I took care of the bills, my passport, the rent, and did a little grocery shopping as well. I even went to a freakin' job fair in Glorietta. Good thing I had one hard copy of my resume left with me.

To cap things off, I had someone come over earlier for a little Friday fun. No raping this time. We've been talking online and through text for months but it wasn't until today that we met up. It was all good.

So there. Just another day in the city.

P.S.
This is my 200th entry and it's boring as hell. Such a shame.

Kate Lanphear(osha)

Browsing through Street Peeper, I took notice of this supremely stylish woman with the platinum locks mentally marveling over how effortlessly chic she looks. A quick Google search later, I found out she's Kate Lanphear, fashion editor of Elle.

It's quite obvious she's not into a lot of color but I have to say that her look is dead-on, super gorgeous matched with a seemingly non-chalant attitude.

I love Nina Garcia but Kate wins my vote for the street stye chic category. She pulls it off so flawlessly.

She's amazing. Love, love, love Kate Lanphear.

Photos: The Sartorialist, Refinery 29

Raped

Trinoma. Park Square. Greenbelt.

Documents. LBC. NBI Clearance.

World Chicken. Marciano's.

Guy re-emerging after 6 months.

Bajo Las Estrellas.

Taxi.

Sex.

Friday.

Thursday Recap

Can someone check the streets and see if my legs are there? I think they fell off somewhere along Taft Avenue.

I am so tired. But not work-tired. I'm malling-hanging-around tired which is so much better than work-tired.

Me, myself and consumerism went out today. Just the usual; Robinson's Manila, walked non-stop, bought a lip balm and some lube. I also brought the articles I was evaluating and I must have looked like a freak at The Coffee Bean laughing by myself. I couldn't help it. The students' write-ups are hilarious (unintentional most of the time).

I think I almost passed out during dinner time becauseI couldn't decide where to eat. I hit up The Old Spaghetti house just in time when my stomach started to digest itself.

After dinner, I met up with a friend and had dessert at Starbucks over juicy, juicy gossip! Apparently, someone, or some people rather, have a crush on me! And because I'm shallow and full of myself, I absolutely love it!

Anyway, it's funny how I work out in the morning or noon then waste it all moments later by indulging in sweets, or drinks loaded with cream, sugar, calories, cellulites and love handles! Oh well, what are you gonna do?

I still don't know how I can go to Fashion Week. Joey Espino are you reading this?

And I'm dead.

Random Rants

Fashion Week - Third World Style


Whose ass do I have to kiss around here to attend the shows?

I have been wanting to go to Philippine Fashion Week shows but I have no idea how to make it possible. Can anyone tell me how I can score a ticket aside from the text raffle Smart is offering?

I'm a nobody so invites or front row seats are out of the question. I just want to be there and witness the local fashion scene unfold before me.

Photo from nimrodel.net

Me?

Remember that trip that I made to Ilolo while on vacation? Like I said, I was invited by a friend who is also a former editor/teacher of mine at the univeristy to speak in front of his class. It turns out the students were tasked to make a personality profile story starring yours truly.

Now, their manuscripts were sent to me for evaluation and my god am I blown away by the things they wrote about me. It's fucking hilarious, embarrassing and touching all at the same time.

Apparently, one of these bitches thought I was wearing a tigh-fitting blouse, another thought I look chubby, and a lot of them agree that I have pouty lips and I dress up well! Craziness all over. I'd cringe once in a while but it's all good. Just the right diversion I need while drowning in a sea of boredom bordering to depression.

Boring Friday

I'm so bored right now I can just die and I'd still be bored. My life is really pathetic. Don't get me wrong though, I'm thankful I don't have "real" problems. Seriously. Boredom beats cancer any day.

As usual, just so I can say I am doing something with my life, I hit the gym and went to the mall afterwards. I didn't really have anything important to do except for small personal errands. I just wanted to get out and walk around AND take my new bag out.


I know it doesn't look special but I love it. It's simple and it has lots of compartments. It even goes with a laptop jacket. The picture doesn't give it justice.

The world seems uninteresting (or perhaps uninterested) today except for this Topman shirt which is so me, so I bought it.

Gawd, I'm so bored. I mean, thank god I'm healthy.

Christmas Blues

We’re on our second (of four) –ber month people. Can you hear the bells jingling? Can you hear the fat, bearded man’s ho-ho-ho? Can you hear the carols playing?

Me? Sure. I can hear the ho’s bell jingling while playing with the fat bearded man.

This is me being bitter, I mean cynical.

For people like me, Christmas is deemed to be the most depressing time of the year along with Valentine’s Day (depending on one’s dating status). It’s during the yuletide season that we feel this pressure to be unusually joyful and nice. However, what with all the cheery Christmas songs filling the air, once in a while, one cannot help but give in to the infectious Holiday spirit. It’s the kid in all of us I guess.

What I personally love about the holidays would be the weather (because it’s the most appropriate time to layer clothing and wear scarves in a tropical country), then there’s all that celebration and the eating, and of course, the usual family gatherings. But with me miles away from my family and with my loved ones scattered in different parts of the world, how do I celebrate? What do I do once the eating and the partying is over?

See, the depression is kicking in already.

Take last Christmas for example. I flew back home to celebrate with my parents and sister. It was fun of course but not as fun as when my other sister and brother (and his family) were still around. I just couldn’t help but long for the old times. Those were the days.

I guess what’s happening is, the Christmas season reminds us of the things that really matter and the things that are important to us which are also the same things we can no longer enjoy, the things that we have to move on from as we grow up, the things that we miss so much.

This year, I have no idea how or where I’m going to spend the holiday season. It’s very likely that I’ll spend both Christmas and New Year ’s Eves in the office which is one of the worst things that can happen, but who knows? Maybe will work out differently this year.

Santa, are you reading this?