Rainy Days

I live in a tropical country, meaning, IT IS ALWAYS HOT AND HUMID. I know people who love the sun. But I am not one of them. In fact, I loathe the sun. Yes, I am a vampire and, no, Edward Cullen is not as dazzling as my Lestat. Or my Louis. Or my Armand.

Voice-over: Can someone please explain the outfit already?

Ok, I am wearing a typically untypical getup for my part of the world. It has been raining for days, thanks to the lovely Storm Urduja who is dilly-dallying, taking her sweet time over my town.

But while others sulk in this weather, I revel in it. Why? Because I am vain. There's no better time to wear full leg tights than on stormy days (although someone should have reminded me to wear boots instead of open-toe oxfords. That's you, sister!)

Call me melancholic because I work better under gloomy weather. I am weird/happy that way.
What I'm wearing: Jacket--Chinese label I can't read; Wifebeater top--Old Navy; Skirt--MNG; Tights--Ate's; Shoes--Janeo

Take Me There

I found this dress somewhere near Ma's favorite pottery shop.

The print of this dress certainly breaks my monotonous palette of late: grey, black, white, grey, white, black.

I love wearing boy-ish cuffs and watches with feminine clothes. The contrast excites me.

Shoes are gifts from Ate Diva.

Finally, I have my own copies of Tokio Hotel's Humanoid album. YES, ONE COPY IS NOT ENOUGH. I'm a fangirl. You should try fangirling, too.

Congratulations Tokio Hotel for winning the MTV Europe Music Awards 2009 Best Group award!

Breakfast Run

Don't you just love it when you wake up in the morning and your sister tells you she wants to take you to a breakfast buffet and your mom suddenly decides that its okay for you to wear her wedgies, and your dad finally sent his favorite button-down white shirt to retirement? Plus, your hair is a mess but that's okay, too, because a bed-head actually holds a bohemian hair bun better?

(Top--Dad's shirt; Navy blue short pants--The Landmark; Brown wedge sendals--Alberto; Studded Leather cuff--SM; Necklace--Mango)

And who is this in my Saturday edition of the Philippine Daily Inquirer? It's Bryanboy! Isn't he FEROSH?! I so so so love his blog. I'm happy for him and his bloggity success. He's a sui generis. Genau? Genau.

I'm a silent follower of his blog. I admire the honesty he puts in there, and the hilarious adventures and misadventures, in style, fashion or otherwise, all laid out for your reading and viewing pleasure. And did I mention the minions of hot guys pasted on Bryanboy's wall? Ja, see for yourself.

Toodles for now.

On The Road

(Dress--Soul; Leggings--H.U.E.; Black Flats--Celine; Cropped jacket--Mango)

The weekend saw me taking the longest bus trip of my life to Davao to take care of family matters. Eight hours! I'm usually a very tolerant hag but no, the bus driver, who was running at what felt like 40 kilometers per hour, made me squirm. Hay, why didn't I take the 45-minute plane ride instead? TOINKERS. Thank goodness the sisterazzi was there to drive us back home. The weather was alternately wet and dry so the cropped jacket was perfect for the temperature changes. I love my new dress which looks like a shirt tucked inside a black skirt but it's actually a onesie. No fuss at all.

Photos of the trip after my random fame-whoring of the lyrics to Kings of Leon's Use Somebody (I'm in love with the song):

Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat I hope it's gonna make you notice I hope it's gonna make you notice Someone like me Someone like me Someone like me, somebody...

The fruit that smells like hell but tastes like heaven. Durian.

I love rain, it's like the anthem to my melanchoia.

Only in the Philippines--overloading is not the worst safety rule violation

Lunch at the roadside restaurant. On the menu: Catfish. This is the yummiest fish adobo I have ever tasted. I wanted to kidnap the cook. Can I?

Pinoy meal. The one I would always identify home by.

Ok, off to work I go.

Why I Love August

August is the month of the year when three in my family celebrate their birthdays--my parents and my older sister. At my Ate's (a colloquial address for an older sister) birthday, we ate lunch at her boyfriend's place and then had coffee in the afternoon. Yumyum. The day also marked the city fiesta, one of the many traditions my country inherited from the three hundred and thirty three years (or so) of Spanish colonization. Naturally, the city had a lot of visitors from the provinces and other cities to join in the fun. There was street dancing in the morning but we didn't catch it. By the time Ate took the picture above, everyone was already inside the hosts' homes taking their fill of the free food. I was glad there weren't many people watching my mini shoot. This particular street, by the way, was named after my great grand-uncle who, during his term as councilor, made possible the establishment of the first public school in the city. Im proud to have a little part of the city named after my family.

Three is not a crowd (Ate, her boyfriend Bryan and me)

(Dress: Mango; Sandals: SM; Leather wristband: People are People; Ring: Celine)

Oh, yesterday was the birthdays of my favorite twins in the world ( The Kaulitzes Bill and Tom of Tokio Hotel). They're 20! My inner fangirl is leaping with glee. I want to thank Issa K., also known as Sunshine, my equally crazy 'twin sister', for squealing with me on the phone as we always do. It's going to be tradition, I tell you. We can't wait until the new album drops.

Ok, I have to go to work now.

Mwah!

Goodies!

Last week two people very dear to me sent me lovely, lovely gifts. The black and white striped top was from my twin sister Issa (yes, I do have a twin but we have different parents) and the killer pumps from Ate Farrah. Kisses to you both!

I met smart and sassy Issa online last year, thanks to my hormonal obsession with everything Tokio Hotel. We have lots of stuff in common, including crazy ideas, love for Anne Rice's Lestat, girl-crush on Angelina Jolie, arts, makeup, MickeyDees, Japanese animation and of course, the almost criminal fangirling on a 19-year-old Bill Kaulitz (who will be 20 in nine days). I met her in person last summer and let me tell you she is even more amazing face to face. After that meeting we constantly check the other for makeup tips through multimedia messaging (we live a plane ride away from each other) and in one occassion she showed me a picture of her in a purple version of this top. When I told her I was looking for something like it but in black and white, she said she had one and in a heartbeat she told me it was mine! Thank you zwilllings, I am so loving and rocking the striped top. *hugs*

The camel colored patchwork shoes is also a gift from Ate Farrah, my very feisty and stylish family friend who now lives in San Diego, California with her husband and their cute dog Sharpie. She loves high heels, but hers are skycraper-high, and the lady has a bag collection to die for! Thanks Ate!

Today was a very chill day and the only time I went out of the house was when I did a Jollibee run to get lunch. Tomorrow I go back to work with a renewed spirit, knowing that tonight I'll be laughing my a** off watching Ally McBeal. I love love love the men in this series. Billy? Larry? Cage? Fish? Ah, Billy takes the pie, hands down.

By the way, I want to shamelessly plug Tokio Hotel's new album Automatisch coming to stores on October 6, 2009. I hope I'll survive that day because I'm sure I'll be squee-ing from all the excitement. Hahaha! Zwillings!

Sisterazzi M thinks I should post a silly picture of me here. So , here you go. Have a great week!

(Top: I can't read the label, sorry.Short pants--Express; Shoes--Delicious; Bag--Mags)

Happy Birthday Mama

Yesterday was my mother's 56th birthday. It was a slightly busy day which I spent going with my mother as she made last minute trips to the grocery, the wet market and the cake shop all in preparation for her birthday dinner. Dinner menu consisted of yummy Filipino food: Lechon (roasted pig), Kalderetang Kambing (goat meat stew), Adobong Hipon (shrimp sauteed in soy sauce and vinegar), Bopis (pork chitlins). Bopis is not for the faint of heart. But then so are ice cream and moist chocolate cake in enormous servings, right?

So while the shrimp was cooking on the stove, I snapped some photos below. Sorry, no "lookbook" picture for today as I did not have time to switch to more stylish clothes. I thought I should spare you from my shameless posing for today, except this self-portrait *giggles*:

First visitors to arrive, munchkins Mahal and Jan! Jan got a lollipop from mother.

I told Mahal to smile for me but the little girl was shy.


Wine glasses for the booze.


Alcohol versus Non-alcohol

Who can resist red and juicy watermelons?

Sisterazzi M's green salad in mustard and maple syrup dressing

That's my glass of wine. In the background (blurred for your viewing pleasure) are Jackie, who is Sister J's boyfriend's sister, Bryan, Sister J's boyfriend, Sister J and Sisterazzi M. By the way, I love mudshake, the little bottle on the right, because it has coffee in it. Yum yum!

Childhood in a glass

This is a birthday post, but how come there's no photo of the birthday girl? Well, mother said she'd appear in my blog only if she was dressed to the nines. Oh well.

Happy week ahead!