Tu Ressembles a Comment Tu Parles

Here is what I wore on a particular rainy day where one of my best friends in the whole wide world and I switched from one Makati mall to another and then back to where we started again just to satiate our compulsive shopping desires. While she looks clean and polished in her midi skirt and black flats, I look a little too casual. Haha!


Long cardigan: Festival Mall bazaar area | Flowy top: Mango | Shorts: Topshop | Slippers: Havaianas | Bag: Victoria's Secret

I love rainy season more than the dry season. For some reason, rain has the power to romanticize almost anything and everything. I am either a wallflower or an overbearing contender.

I'm trying out my all-too flashy teeth smile. I'm still feeling my way through my now braces-less teeth.

"You resemble how you talk". Talk confidently and no one will know how jittery and unsure you really are. Talk as if you believe in everything you say and you'll trick not only your audience but also and more importantly, your own self.



I patiently waited for three straight nights the TV debut of History channel's World Wars series. It's a 3-episode documentary which was divided into 6 parts. The moment I saw its marketing tag line "World War 1: The world changed them. World War 2: They changed the world.", I knew it would be exceptionally interesting. And I was proven right. You know what the similarity is among the war leaders Mussolini, Hitler, Churchill, Stalin, and Tojo? It's that, they speak effectively. (Of course I'm discounting their personal weaknesses and faults which became their identifiers later on. I intentionally didn't include Roosevelt as I think his involvement was more of a retaliation to a provocation.) They started with an ideology that they believed in then imparted it with those who were seeking for something that can unify their nation, and finally acted upon what they thought was the truth.

See, there's an error in cultivating a thought. Because normally it's on a personal basis, there's nothing that can convince us that we have an erring  philosophy. Only when we've lived through to see the aftermath do we get to stare at our faulty reasoning.

I found the sentence I used in my title in HERE. 

Sale Season Continues

You know it's sale season when... 

Steve Jobs shirts and plain colored shirts from Giordano 

DLSU slippers from Havaianas

 Everyone is being so generous <3

... when  my brother goes home from his shopping spree with bags that are meant for me.

Sale Season - Bringing People Closer Together

You know it's sale season when...

my schedule miraculously coincides with that of Lina's.

She's so busy with her Accounting majors, and me with my Marketing majors, that the only way we get to bond is when there's a sale in any of our favorite retail brands. We've been doing this for more than 2 years already so somehow we know each other's taste and preference to the core. Oh, have I mentioned her choices resemble mine, so much so that when we try out our selected items in the dressing room and check each other out, we look as though there's a specific theme for each of the times we go out of the curtain separating the rooms the saleslady direct us to? 

1st Show: 

On Lina: white cropped top, white short shorts with palm tree details

On me: white dress with lace details on sleeves and at the back

2nd Show:

On Lina: mint green dress with lace

On me: gray long dress with sheer bottom

3rd Show:

On Lina: black lace shorts

On me: white lace shorts

4th Show:

On Lina: white cutout flowy top

On me: basic white daydress

And our favorite:

On Lina and on Gellie: glitter sleeveless top

 All the clothes that were tried on came from Zara and Topshop. Should these photos offend anyone, then deal with it. Just kidding! Don't worry, we abide by my self-implemented rule of "Thou shall not try clothes if you won't buy at least any of it".

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No way, people! I won't close this post without  explaining the logic or whatever reason for posting these photos which are of low quality, in case you have missed that obvious detail. 1) I used my "Peter Parker's phone from Amazing Spider Man" in taking them. 2) I haven't taken photos with Lina for so long. 3) I want to show you that there's also a beauty behind my physical flaws - particularly my 125cm height. Growing up, I've always looked up to tall people. I've dreamt of someday becoming as tall as them. I mean, my reasons behind this desire might be very shallow but still, they are reasons. And as long as someone has a fair argument, I believe s/he has the right to be heard. Defensive much? Hahaha. Moving on. I won't be a hypocrite by saying that I wouldn't try to increase my height should I have the power to do so. I would've traded my beloved shoes for height if I can. But the thing is I can't. So I have to settle with whatever I have. Besides, it has its perks. I used to be a member of my HS cheering squad. I was short so I couldn't be the lifter, or the one who has to carry the small ones. I was usually the flyer, or the one on top. I loved it that way. I couldn't imagine myself lifting one of my co-members over and over again during practices. And the other great perk? I could wear the shortest of the shorts and mini-est of micro minis and get away with it. I'm 'blessed' with short gams or child-like legs so when I wear short shorts, I can pass as a child wearing short shorts. I've nothing against ladies wearing micro minis or the pekpek shorts. In fact, I'm a strong believer of the philosophy "If you have it, flaunt it". And I don't even want to delve into the "When too much has been revealed already" topic. I'm just saying that there are cases or events where the length of the bottoms greatly affect the sanctity or the theme of the ceremony. But this is my opinion. And I say there's a right time and place for wearing short-length bottoms, and that time is not always, UNLESS of course you have short legs like mine :)