Seeing Dots

Top, UNICA HIJA | dress worn as skirt, H&M | Boots, OLD NAVY | Necklace, Mom’s | Ponytails, GOODY

Ended the long weekend by chilling in Ateneo and munching on twister fries, which then led to a lengthy conversation on orgasmic dishes and restos (your suggestions are very much welcome). Having never jumped on the whole polka-dot bandwagon, I was intent on wearing the only dotted top that caught my eye so far, shoutout to Unica Hija. Minutes spent bottom-hunting turned futile, with each skirt/pants/shorts tried on adding to the clutter – or in my mother’s eyes, garbage – in my room. Finally ended up with a dress worn as a skirt (further inspection, inside of course, would reveal straps dangling around my hips). I actually like it. The only drawback? Slivers of exposed skin with each bend/squat. Next time an improvised waistband is a must.

Cinderella for a Day

Shirt, OLD NAVY | Denim polo and shorts, SM GTW | Heels, PARISIAN | Sunglasses, FOREVER 21 MEN

If Cinderella’s curfew is midnight, I’m proud to say I’m knocked out an hour prior (at least recently) – totally making her the party animal and myself the good one. Or the one devoid of a social life. Despite that intimidating heel height, I couldn’t find it in me to resist this pair from Parisian. Come on, glass slippers? In my eyes Disney references know no impracticality – making me their ultimate consumer. Realizing that if anybody made mermaid shoes I’d probably be the first one to sport em. Creepy. Maybe I do have to revisit my affinity for the big Walt.

On second thought, I’d rather be addicted to Disney than Grimm. I don’t want to gross you guys out by sharing Grimm’s version where Cinderella’s evil stepsisters had to cut off their toes and heels to fit into the tiny shoes. Oh, I just did? Oops. 

Strides that Flow

Sweater, FOREVER21 | Pleated maxi skirt, EXPRESS | Booties, ALDO | Ponytail, GOODY

Whoever said loose on loose couldn’t work? It can. Especially if the goal is to flow like Morticia Addams with every stride. I kid. But there is something interesting in the way a head-to-toe loose outfit only just skims the body’s outline. To blame my opting for comfort on the fact that I had a whole day styling gig would be moot knowing I would’ve worn this still without it. As a result, a random 10 year old boy kept insisting I was a teenager “because of the way I dress” – the ripped sweater detail probably tightening that noose. Seriously debating whether I should be happy I look young or whether to go to my next shoots with a placard saying: grinch in her twenties. watch out.

Home Sweet Home

Top, thrifted | Shorts, SM GTW | Heels, R2 | Bag, COACH | Stayput ponytail, GOODY

Hello, Manila, I’m home. Would’ve played games and made you guess where I’m at but I’m sure that santan bush in the background completely gives my location away. Shrubs are no fun sometimes.  Spent a fun night with my good friend Dan getting kicked out of Starbucks (they close early, don’t get any ideas) and driving around to finish oily snacks we only really bought to continue what fun conversations we were having. That’s an assumption but I’d like to think I make a good conversationalist (as my friend he’s obliged to agree). I  also think it’s quite fitting I wore a thrifted top on a night I realized twister fries are really all it takes to get me ecstatic. Luckily, I was wearing a loose top to cover all the added centimeters from that night. My penchant for loose tops certainly has its benefits.

Reignited Fires

Shirt, SEXY WHITE SHIRT | Skirt and necklace, FOREVER21 | Rings, CHARMING CHARLIE | Sunglasses, CHANEL (friend’s) | Purse, FORME | Flats, GUESS | Stayput ponytail, GOODY

Photos by Monette Navarro

The panicked mood on Twitter has subsided and so has my hesitation to do outfit posts again.

I can probably say I’ve seen more of Michigan in my friend’s 48-hour visit than I’ve had in 22 years.  I have her to thank for booking a flight after 30 minutes of finding out I was here and, therefore, forcing me to get my lazy ass off the couch and go ‘sight-seeing.’ Not much to see here so we ended up going downtown and boutique hopping instead. Not that we bought anything, mostly bringing business to restos/cupcake/coffee shops- pointing fingers at them as the cause of my bulging stomach (see greedy sushi pic.) Shoutout to Monette Navarro for a lovely weekend of firsts and for unknowingly putting things into perspective. Pushing it and saying the gold in my outfit is symbolic of my own torch/ reignited fires. We shall see, Manila.


It’s taken me a while deliberating whether to post about the recent tragedies  (still ongoing, I fear) in the Philippines or not. I feel absolutely useless and most of the time fidgety reading tweets halfway around the world with absolutely no way of helping aside from retweeting. This post is not going to be a directory of relief operations/twitter accounts to follow to keep updated. (If you want lists of where/how to help, check out these blog posts by Kryz and Danika.) This post is a personal prayer which you are absolutely welcome to share.

Dear Jesus,

Another Ondoy? 

I was talking to a friend and he had an awesome point. Acco. to the news the damage of this monsoon isn’t as intense as that of Ondoy’s. Is that comforting? The knowledge that the numbers are lower? Yeah, to some extent.  To those who were only slightly affected/not as affected as before, a sigh of relief is probably due – ‘thank God it wasn’t as bad.’  (And yes, I guess a thanks to You is in order, for sparing more people.) But I can just imagine the pain of those affected – such a traumatizing ordeal of seeing their houses, their possessions, life-long savings, even pets, engulfed by water. Numbers will not comfort them. 

but oh, how You turn normal people into heroes! and over Twitter! I’ve been  seeing so many people stepping up in organizing relief operations, utilizing what resources they have to lend a helping hand, storming groceries to get goods to donate, and even individuals acting as rescue-coordinators making sure each and every person reported is, indeed, helped. 

And I find it absolutely amazing, how everybody seems to be #prayingforthephilippines. Goosebumps. 

But more than praying for the Philippines, which I know will (should) go back to normal – water levels will go down, streets will hopefully soon dry up, and houses can be rebuilt (albeit after a long time) – I pray for the Filipino. 

J, the Filipino is a rare soul.  A Filipino puts everything aside to help others when needed, lends a helping hand without hesitation, and, as we’ve witnessed several times already, every Filipino becomes a hero. My favorite proof of the Filipino spirit? The fact that they still smile and wave to the cameras in the midst of tragedies. Because of these it has even been said that the ‘Filipino spirit is waterproof.’

But even if as a nation that seems to be the case, and even if I admire this trait of the Filipinos so much, I also know that spirits can be dampened. There is such a thing as too much. Houses can be rebuilt much, much easier than lives can. I pray for the Filipino, J. I pray that the pain of this tragedy will not be too much too bear. I pray that those affected find the strength to go on and if they do have to start over, the grace to do so. I pray that whatever tragedy comes their way they find the will to keep fighting. More importantly, I pray that they keep going through life with a smile plastered on their faces with their heads held high with the belief burning in their hearts that no matter what happens You will make things okay. Keep that famous spirit alive. 

No more disasters please? I think we’ve had more than enough. This goes for every other country as well. Keep your people safe. Please.

I love you. Amen.

p.s. Sorry for questioning the tragedy. 🙁 

No matter how many gold medals the Philippines wins in the Olympics, I will never be more proud of the Philippines than I am now.


 Dress, OXYGEN | Eyelet brassiere, boots, sunglasses, FOREVER21 | Ponytail, GOODY

I seem to have no shame in taking pictures in highly populous places, a good thing for this blog else it be filled with pics in dark places only. I also seem to have an aversion to irons very much evident in this creased dress.  This dress, a total snag from Oxygen‘s Shocking Sale at P299, is also a large – which shows what little care I have for pieces being in the ‘right size.’ Oversized is the way to go, especially when I get to exercise my draping skills. On myself.

Tribes and Blankets

Top, FOREVER21 | Skirt, SABRINA by TEENA TAN | Booties, ALDO | Mother-of-pearl necklace, Bazaar | Stone necklace, DONDI BELEN ACCESSORIES | Stayput ponytail, GOODY 

For the longest time I’ve been adamant about wearing bodycon-anything trying to veer away from what I have dubbed ‘partywear’. Wore a top that can probably be mistaken for a blanket with this fitted skirt from Sabrina too cute to pass up. Picked up these two necklaces on my way out (one mistaken for a Play Doh by a 5 year old, true story) in the hope of looking all tribal – that vibe immediately offset by the lake. Just this once I will let you assume  my way of balancing outfits is by posing in miss-matched backgrounds.