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When I started this blog, I hated shopping, didn’t wear dresses unless I had to, wore nothing but Chuck Taylors, and thought stockings were only for the 80s. Around the same time, I was also wishing that I could muster what I needed to fulfill my high school dream to travel to Japan. (I really like Japanese food.) Continue reading →

It makes such an almighty sound

Even if you hate shopping, you won’t not have a shirt, because, most likely, there’s a souvenir shirt in your closet somewhere. (Unless you frequently clean out your closet and donate those shirts elsewhere.) Everyone has, at least once in their lives, received a souvenir shirt. Recently, I’ve removed most of mine from my closet, though I still kept a few that I like, or have special significance for me. Continue reading →

Oh not that old

As someone who hates shopping, I try to take care of my things so that I won’t have to shop for its replacement in case I wear it out or lose it. This is why the phrases “from ages ago” and “I can’t remember where I got these” pop up lots of times in this blog. Continue reading →

They’re going to better places

I had the big chop.

I was nervous. I wasn’t sure if a pixie cut would suit me. My salon would style it, of course, but I had no idea if I could pull it off on a daily basis. Plus, I was comfortable with braiding and curling and styling my long hair. I’ve always had long hair, save for that one time in high school when I tried cutting my hair short myself, and those few months from late 2009 to early 2010 when I had an apple bob right before I started this blog.

But I needed a change. Continue reading →

And I do my little turn on the catwalk

And I do my little turn on the catwalkPurple dress, SM Department Store. Sequined shoes, Manels. Silver earrings. White gold and mother of pearl necklace. Mother of pearl bracelet. Black sequined bag.

This is what I wore to a friend’s fashion show-themed debut. I’ve worn it only once before, so I’m SO glad to be able to wear it again. It seems such a waste to buy formal clothes to wear only once.

This is what I had in my bag in this photo. Same make-up, same accesories, same shoes. Different dress, different bag. Obviously.

My hair in this photo is a mess. Boo.

Title from “I’m Too Sexy”, Right Said Fred.

I mistook you for a stranger, my lady in a golden outfit

I mistook you for a stranger, my lady in a golden outfit

A plum-and-gold-and-brown top, Apple & Eve. Blue jeans, Jag. A black knit bag. A white gold necklace. Silver earrings. Silver shoes, Manel’s.

I wonder how many followers of the fashion rules are cringing right now. LOL.

On my way out to Tin’s debut in Esplanade. I was not about to get a cab wearing my formal dress. At 3 PM. No way. If it was already in the night, it would’ve be easier: I probably would have just thrown on a coat and I was fine. But no. It was 3 PM. So, no. I packed my dress into my mom’s bag before leaving. Haha!

Title from “Goji Berries”, Rubik.

and it can work for you

and it can work for you“Let’s make this happen, girl
you gonna show the world that something good can work
and it can work for you~
And you know that it will.”
– Something Good Can Work, Two Door Cinema Club

Green cocktail dress, Occasions, Trinoma, P1900. Pearl and diamond earrings from a friend. Pearl and hematite bracelet, Fashion Market, Trinoma, P100. Grey sequined strappy sandals, Trinoma. Green shawl, black hand bag and pearl necklace from my mom’s closet.

There will be rare times when you will see me in a dress. This is one of those rare times.

Let it be known that I don’t hate dresses. Hate is a strong word. I just don’t prefer them. I wear them when they’re needed, like in formal occasions. And when I need to wear them, I actually like wearing dresses. But only when I absolutely need to.

(The same rule applies to skirts, if anybody’s wondering.)

Shot at Armand and Crisa’s wedding. My legs are at a weird angle because my heels kept digging into the ground. Photo by Art Torres