too much fun.

When you are in lace top, a the gold chain and pink harem pants, you mean fun.

With your girls, and few close guy friends reunited after years of roving around the globe, a little booze doesn't hurt. A little doesn't. Too much can be a recipe for disaster. Be careful with mentionitis, do not talk about your boy too much. When out, stay out. Do not wake him up in the middle of the night to tell him how you lost your keys, silly.

Too much fun.

but at the end of the night,

i choose you.

Love, 

Your sorry gf

Little talk, less drama.

That night's mood: Hate that you're not with me now, so I dialed. drunk dialed... you.

Cold feet is better than sore toes

I live vicariously through my sister. This photo was taken on the cold steps of the Piazza San Marco. To me, it seemed much like a Gossip Girl rendezvous: long gown, bare foot, thick coat and cemented steps.

This snapshot appears more glamorous than what it really was. She's been walking on high heels distance after distance and her feet were aching every inch of the way. Taking them off meant walking on cold, cold ground. Well, cold feet is really better than sore toes, she said. Well sweety, beauty has its price. Stop whining, lucky you. (My sister is quite a lucky girl, getting free trips, free passes and an ease in almost everything. I guess it is all a matter of perspective, you will never see this girl running or rushing without her concealer on nor will you see her with any business undone.)

Something about this photo and about that experience unleashes the green-eyed monster in me. I live vicariously through my sister. As much as books and my clinical encounters keep me in dry warm clothes and comfortable shoes, I do want to be barefoot in the cold (hopefully in Venice or Paris), some time soon too!

My sister is not a big fan of taking scenic photos, so I took the liberty of ripping one from the internet.


San Marco, I'll see you soon.








Today's mood: JEALOUS.

Made in Thailand?

We just saw these two pretty girls strolling down the slope of Lan Kwai Fong.  I failed to get their names, but they spoke in Filipino, in deep voices. BOYS, look at them stare. It is a pity really that they look more beautiful than my most feminine smile. Contrast my rain dampened hair, to their dos and my dress barely held by anything up there to their cups... Sometimes being biological is not enough. I was so curious but I didn't want to offend them in any way. This photo was Tonsi's idea, a pun on me. Ha. Ha. Ha. :-| Go laugh it out. I'm made in the Philippines and not augmented in any way. At least, not yet. haha!

That night's mood: Real girls ought to try harder.

Hot tall white choco mocha.

Model: Clarissa Clarete

Photographed by Dave Rodriguez

Every day may seem like a routine. Waking up early on Mondays after having a relaxing or party-filled weekend can be such a drag. That's why I got to have my caffeine fix.

Photographed by Alric Mondragon

Make sure you have that little something that gets you jumping or skipping even in your power heels. It can be anything, a message of sweet nothing, a big breakfast, your flattering tube dress or showing off your sexy long legs. Mine would be the pleasant aroma of a cup of a hot tall white choco sweetness that hopefully doesn't stain my let's-do-it-start-of-the-week attitude. Coffee is from the heavens, and so is this pretty hot tall white choco beauty.

Missing you clang, and exploiting you again. :-p

Today's mood: Fight Bitter Monday mornings with a tad bit of sweetness!