Then he ate my boy entrancers

If you immediately had green thoughts about my blog title, then shame on you--and you are also correct in doing so, because those are the words of my dear Georgia Nicolson, after whom I've named my pet toy poodle--Gingey. Although by boy entrancers she means her fake eyelashes. Yes yes, believe me. That being said, I want the last installment of Georgia Nicolson's books for Christmas. The last one, so aptly yet hilariously titled "Are These my Basoomas I See Before Me?" is just what I need to get through the holidays with a perky, wide-eyed smile on my face. I don't bode well during the Christmas season, there's something in the cold December nights that render me paranoid and depressed. I suppose I should be thankful mum's collecting a Christmas village set this year. She already has the Nutcracker scene all set up in our living room. She even threw in a couple of kissing couples on park benches and an old couple enjoying a snowy sleigh ride to accompany the outdoorsy theater scene. I have contented myself these past nights staring at the dancers and reliving my childhood memories of watching The Nutcracker. I feel like throwing some fake snow over the whole thing whenever I'm standing there observing it all. Maybe some white glitter will do? Maybe. Anyhoots, back to Georgia. I really can't wait for the tenth book as I've practically memorized her last nine novels and have accepted the fact that I always look like a complete idiot when reading it and laughing out loud in public. Yes, I'm very very fond of that girl. She makes me never want to leave my immaturity behind. As Georgie would say, PANTS! If you find yourself confused on what I'm writing about, welcome to the club. I am me and even I have no idea on what I'm going on about half of the time. But seriously, do yourself a favor and buy her books--they're hilarious and witty and will also cause you to pepper your daily conversations with non-sensical, stupid expressions. Take it from me!

I feel very fat today. Must be the cream cheese chocolate cookie I ate. Granted, I only ate half of it but I still feel bloated. Although, I'm craving for some yummy Italian food and am hoping Jake will, after a loooong time, treat me once again to dinner at Cantinetta or finally take me to BonChon Chicken at Ayala Triangle Gardens. I deserve a treat. For what, I don't really know and care. Speaking of treats, I do hope one of my friends or family members will feel it in their hearts to get me these adorable heart-shapped sunnies for Christmas. It's the perfect accessory for Boracay on March, don't you think? I think I'm gonna wear it with my Topshop Heartbeat City cropped top and get my Katy Perry impersonation on. If you, for the life of me, cannot find my heart-shapped sunnies, then head on over to Aldo and buy me these floral sunnies instead. Kthanksbye. No, it's not too early to plan for my beach trip. I'm already buying and collecting new bikinis as we speak.

AND HAPPY THANKSGIVING, FOOLS!!!

Photo cred:
Georgia books from Confessions of Georgia Nicolson site.
Katy Perry sunnies from Lovelyish.
Aldo sunnies from Aldo site.
Chandler and Monica from Go Fug Yourself.

Because I have the attention span of a goldfish..

...I shall entertain myself with Lord Voldy and Madame Lestrange. It's not my fault my mom left me all aloney by myself at the doctor's office. I unhinge slowly when I'm being made to wait. On another note, I kind of regret turning down a KFC Double Down this morning. I suppose there's some slight comfort involved in stuffing myself with something that sinful. At least I can indulge my flair for theatrics by keeling over and creating a scene when I'm done with it.

I look better posing as a crazy, bitchy witch

To get into the Harry Potter spirit of things, I headed on over to the official site and found this cool app where you can create your own Undesirable No. 1 poster. Since I am a Potterhead, I didn't waste any time uploading my photos and ended up with two posters that I'm quite keen on using as my profile picture. Thing is, I can't decide which one to use. I'm sort of leaning towards the first one where I look like crap doing my best impersonation of Bellatrix Lestrange (although I am guilty of being an ardent admirer/impostor of Helena Bonham Carter in all her roles). I think it fits my personality well, being a bit loony at times. I think I did justice to my role as Bellatrix. Yes?

And then there's this one, which I believe I can pass off as a Hermione Granger-ish poster, if only for my baby doll collar. I've fallen in love with Emma Watson and her pixie cut, and mainly because she's the new face of Burberry and has thus evolved into a little fashionista in her role as Hermione. I was swooning over her outfits in the movie, and did I mention she also goes to Brown? Smart, pretty girl. And while I would love to associate myself with Emma Watson, I still can't help but admit that I look better as a lunatic witch. What is wrong with me? In fact, I like it so much I even downloaded it as my wallpaper for my office computer, seeing as to how I am prone to speaking with a British accent every now and then over useless musings and expressions.

That reminds me, Deathly Hallows 1 review coming up soon, if I ever get to finish my report for work.

To make your own Undesirable No. 1 poster, visit the Deathly Hallows official site. Spread the Potter fever, Potterheads.

Deeeeear Santa: Here's my Christmas wish list. Kthanksbye.

I've been a very good girl this year so I'm already putting together my (INITIAL!!!) Christmas wish list (ehem, mom, friends, Jake). Off the top of my head:

1. The most adorable knit sweaters from Dorothy Perkins! I'm getting butterflies in my tummy just looking at it. I tried them on the other day and now I dream about them every night. Please?

2. Pull & Bear's clothes, all of them! I've been researching on shopping sites for when we go to Singapore on April and found this amazing line, also from Spain, so I'm expecting Zara-ish clothes. I'm ready to go crazy over there in five months but I'm hoping to get a few pieces for Christmas.

3. Gorgeous, gorgeous flapper dresses from Topshop that remind me of Sophie Kinsella's Twenties Girl and princess-y chiffon dresses that I absolutely have no use for but would love to have. I can stare at these dresses hanging on my closet all day. I'm already planning on trying them on at home and prancing around in them. I can't think of any occasion appropriate to wear these dresses, but I must have them.

On another Topshop note, I also want these sweaters and all the key pieces of these outfits for Christmas. I don't care that we really don't have winter season here but I think I can pull them off. I just need to hang around highly air-conditioned places and avoid going out in broad daylight.

4. I'm still a frustrated wearer of boyfriend jeans so, instead of trying to make my loose MNG jeans work, I'm setting my sights on a Zara pair. I also need their brogues, vintage tees, knitted sweaters, country/winter-inspired skirts, or basically anything from TRF will make me a very happy girl. I'm a size small, thanks!

Thought I'd throw in a selection of boots, too. Mom already got me an awesome suede pair but I want one in camel or gray. And maybe in leather. I don't know. I'm still gravitating towards brogues or more oxford shoes. Gah.

Hugs and kisses!

Warm happy Christmassy thoughts! PULL & BEAR - FW 2010/2011 CAMPAIGN

My boyfriend loves his Magnum face

Jake has perfected Derek Zoolander's gayface years ago. He always does the Magnum whenever he's in the mood to camwhore with me (which is once in a blue moon so I maximize my opportunities). I swear, he is prettier than me when he's in the zone. Gaad. And say hello to my Rudolph nose. I'm missing my antlers so this costume is still in the works.

We were bored watching Pacquiao's fight with the epicly long commercials so we resorted to taking photos of ourselves. Yes.

Victoria Beckham + Karl Lagerfeld = I am giggling like a fool

I'm having a serious case of Posh envy. I have always considered Victoria Beckham one of my role models in life, mainly because she's married to David Beckham and has named one of her sons Cruz. Any woman who has managed to snag him up and names her child Cruz deserves my lifelong adoration. On another note, I need not explain how totally ferosh she is when it comes to fashion. Some call her crazy, I say she's a genius. However, nothing compares to how I am drooling over this picture right now:

KARL LAGERFELD! I am so envious! I am making it one of my life goals to touch him in real life.  He scares/mesmerizes me. You know how the Fug Girls always caption imaginary scripts on his pictures? If you don't, feel sorry for yourself because you have no idea what all sorts of hilarious you're missing. Check out their Lagerfeld and Friends archive and do yourself a favor. Fooor example:

POSH: Er, Karl... Karl, don't tell anyone, but... I'm having second thoughts.

KARL LAGERFELD: Thoughts are for the DULL, darling. BE AMAZING.

POSH: Fine, babes, but my problem is just that I don't think I should have worn this after all. I think I look a bit stupid, actually.

KARL: RIDICULOUS! You are a DIVINE dish served cold. I would eat you with caviar if I could and then polish my glove with the CRUMBS of your GLAMOUR.

POSH: See, David said this looks like a bad rug that the royal family rolled up and stuck in a closet in Windsor Castle. But my sister disagreed -- she thought this belonged in Camilla Parker-Bowles' nightie drawer.

KARL: David is a PRECOCIOUS flesh nugget INDEED. Dip him in mustard. HE IS A DELIGHT. But kill your sister.

POSH: Look, I just sort of feel like a 19th century prostitute, Karl. And I'm not sure it's the look I should be going for now.

KARL: It's like I told that delightful Lindsay Lohan -- "To look like a freak is to be ALIVE WITH FASHION, and also, WASH YOUR FACE IN CHAMPAGNE."

POSH: You're mad as pants, aren't you? You're more bonkers than a shed in a limousine.

KARL: I've grown tired of your complaining. You're just AFRAID TO BE FABULOUS. Now leave me unless your breasts make martinis.

LOL, this picture totally made my morning. Two of my favorite people hamming it up for the cameras. On top of that, it's a payday on a hump day! Now I'm off to get my moolah, and to possibly concentrate on staying away from the shops this week (which only reminds me that I haven't shopped for the last week or so), because I am hell bent on saving my money for Christmas and next year. Ommmm. I can do this.

Photo cred: IHT Luxury twitpic

Go Fug Yourself

This is our New York date

My Jakey is a New Yorker-in-training. We didn't realize our date was NY-inspired til dessert at Borough when Jake, with a touch of sweetness, said "it's our New York date!" He was obviously missing New York and we were talking about how we both wanted to live or work there. I really think it's his city, he has that thug swagger and the sarcasm of a New Yorker. He even got the porma down pat when he went there this year:

Too lazy to head to Makati for Wingman and to get my heart-shaped sunnies at Sundae Shop, we stayed in the area and had lunch at Buffalo's Wings and Things at Home Depot. 1 pound of NY-style wings, mini buffalo cheeseburgers and fries were too yummy and had us craving for more. We were very tempted to order another batch of wings after we finished our orders but we wanted to save room for dessert and we didn't want to appear matakaw, hee. Call me stupid, but I just found out they call it buffalo wings because it originated from Buffalo, New York. I (and Jake) thought it had something to do with Texas or something. Yes, we're idiots.

On our way, distracting him while driving:

Me: Humming, I'm feelin' so fly like a G6...What's a G6?

Jake: You don't know what a G6 is and feel na feel mo yung song?

Jake instructing me to eat with my hands, Buffalo style.

Nomnomnom! Thanks for lunch, Jakey!

I'm trying to capture his smoke circles on camera. Fail.

I love how quiet and peaceful it is on a Sunday afternoon at Ortigas Home Depot. Jake and I had the place to ourselves and I even managed to sneak in a shot for my Chictopia. We argued for a bit on where to eat dessert because we were too lazy to head to High Street for my cupcakes. We were hoping to get cheesecakes at Cafe 1771 but booo they were closed on Sunday afternoons. (I wanted to sit at The Whimsy!!!) We finally decided on Borough at The Podium 'cause Jake's been meaning to eat there as he wants to eat NY comfort food--their specialty.

wearing vintage denim shorts, Babo sheer polka top, Kickers moccasins, Espritt bag, Accessorize necklace

YB for Jake. Say hello to Lebron 8 and I love his get-up! He should have a lookbook, too.

Apparently, Borough's another concept restaurant of the owners of Ponticello. The place is dim and swanky, with a friendly staff and a great menu. We're definitely coming back to try their NY comfort food. For desserts, we both ordered the oven-baked Brooklyn cheesecake. I wanted to try the Molten Chocolate Souffle but it wasn't available and I couldn't get the cookies with cold milk because I'm on a date for chrissakes, not a slumber party, so we both had the same order. Haha. Very very nomnomnom with the pecans and caramel sauce. I'm already craving for another slice. Ladeeda. Gotta love Sundates.

Hmmm, what to order what to order

Back from his YB.

Oven-baked Brooklyn cheesecake FTW!

No, this isn't a monthsary date. My boyfriend's apparently too "mature" to celebrate monthsaries nowadays.

Friday Night Lights: Heartbeat City + Charlie's + I'm CEO, bitch.

We always head out on Friday nights lately. Guess we're too excited to start the weekend. Lalalala Jake finally completed his shopping spree and got me skirts at Forever 21 and my coveted Heartbeat City top at Topshop. The whole time we were there, he was either hiding from me or dismissing me whenever I would ask him which clothes would look nice on me. He had a gentlemanly moment for a bit there but he compensated by threatening to leave my stuff on the floor if I don't stop yapping daw. I know I'm too talkative for my own good but I only wanted to tell him about the other stuff I wanted to buy. It was still my birthday week, after all. Hmp. Yummy dinner at Cafe Mediterranean though, but I've had enough of Greek food for this month.

Went out with the white boys, Gian and Jake, for dinner at Charlie's. The boys ordered beers and burgers, I got my own and their supposedly authentic rootbeer float. I was a bit disappointed 'cause they used to serve the vanilla ice cream with real sarsaparilla syrup. They gave me a Mug can instead, boo. I had a blast listening to the boys' version of girl talk. Funny and enlightening, really.

wearing Bayo loose tee, vintage denim Calvin Klein shorts

And just this last Friday, I met up with Jake a bit early to open his mutual fund account. Heehee, we were like kids playing around the board room. We were laughing the whole time because we were clueless about the whole thing--financial terms and all. He had a CEO moment and we were soon both daydreaming of being gazillionaires soon. Yesyesyes. We had dinner after at Don Henrico's, after debating where to eat (Behrouz, North Park, Man Hann all came up) when we finally decided it's best to stick close to Promenade so we can catch our movie on time. Jake's been wanting to see The Social Network to feel some inspiration, and then he fell asleep in some parts hahahaha. I love the Winklevii, yes, I'm referring to them plurally. I must get Jake to start rowing, men rowers are HOT.

And say hello to Jake's new Nike kicks, the Lebron 8. Sigh. I almost stepped on it accidentally and he almost threw a hissy fit. Harhar. Hence, the brat face. Bleh.

wearing Zara Peter Pan collar top, vintage pleated skirt, Kickers mocassins, Nine West bad

Adios, October: Masquerade & road trips

Rounding up Oktubre, here's what I missed blogging about no thanks to my easily-distracted mind, I still can't believe I only have 12 blog posts this month:

We had an awesome time masquerading for Timmy's 23rd, I snagged my sister's old Lady GaGa mask and pulled off my own Phantom of the Driveway look. Beer pinacoladas, screwdrivers, and lollipops make for a good party mix. Yes.

wearing Vivienne Westwood polo, tank top, Aldo belt, vintage denim shorts, Converse sneakers, Esprit vintage purse

We finally pushed through with our Southbound roadtrip and headed off to Tagaytay and Caleruega last weekend. We've been planning it forever and so we decided it's about time we head out of town and take our crazy shenanigans elsewhere. My legs hurt from all the driving but it was worth speeding thru Tagaytay trying to get to Caleruega before the sunset.

Trying to kill ourselves at SLEX. Going crazy trying to keep my eyes on the road while posing for pictures. The girls wanted a YB so we stopped over at Nuvali where it proceeded to rain like hell. Heehee.

The rest of the day was spent arguing where to go, what to do, and we ended up giving in to each other's whims, rain or shine. We had lunch at Josephine's, took A LOT of photos at Sonya's Garden, zoomed off to Caleruega (where you apparently have to book years in advance just to get married), then had hush-hush desserts at the cozy Restaurant Verbena of Discovery Country Suites. We didn't get to do some horse-back riding coz it was muddy and we didn't get to drink coffee at Bag of Beans because it seemed like everyone was there but we managed to amuse ourselves. We were all ready to head home after a late-night dinner at Charlie's at Greenhills. Nom nom nom.

Bulalo, tawilis, liempo, gossiping while eaing, and a view of the Taal Lake. Perfect lunchy!

wearing Topshop Strawberry top, Forever 21 skirt, Bayo oxford shoes, Ray Ban sunnies, Aldo necklace, Esprit bag

Camwhoring at its finest at Sonya's Garden, I should have brought my tripod so we didn't have to resort to asking foreigners to please take our pictures.

Silly girls at Caleruega, even the grumpy guard couldn't stop us from taking photos and soaking up the place. I am in love with this church.

Breezy night, perfect for desserts at Restaurant Verbena's veranda. I've always wanted to check-in at Discovery Country Suites but their restaurant will have to do for the meantime. Bouchon's Chocolate Marquise and Panna Cotta with my brewed coffee's too good to pass up. Yes, desserts before dinner. Charlie's would have to wait, we were lucky SLEX traffic was bearable on the way home.

Up next: SUBIIIIC! Get your bikinis and tree-top adventure outfits ready, bitches!