Dry Clean Only

When I go shopping, I wish there would be more:

1. Bras without underwire
2. Boots without 3-inch heels
3. Pants without flares

I swear, I'm living in the wrong era. But maybe, the only thing I really need to do is to stop shopping in the Juniors Department.

Realizing the solution to my own problem, I went to Ann Taylor Loft today. This was a truly hard thing for me to do because by shopping at Ann Taylor, I'm pretty much admitting that I am getting older. LoL. Anyway, as soon as I stepped into the store (the first time ever!), lessons from Oprah's "What Not To Wear" episode, which aired last week, came rushing back to me. I was looking at all these nice dress pants and tops and thought, "Hmm, maybe it is time for me to start dressing up like a 20-something." I quickly dispelled the thought after realizing that I'm unemployed and broke. HeHe. In the meantime, I concentrated on getting what I had set out to buy: a 2-piece business suit. I had already expected that it's going to cost me (and cost me it did!), but I didn't expect the nice feeling of the silk lining. It's really nice! LoL Then, I was only a size 4 in the pants! Can you believe that?! If I had known this, I would've stopped shopping at the Juniors Department a long time ago! HeHe.

With this newfound love affair for clothes that won't make look like I'm 12 years old anymore, I hope I don't turn into those heel-clicking, tight-black-pants-wearing, too-tweezed-eyebrowed (is that a word?!), overdressed-for-shopping women that I see everytime I go to the mall. To my Adidas gear, you have my loyalty now and forever, amen. This I promise you. {=P

Dreaming About Summer

After watching Blue Crush and all of the bonus DVD material, I was so sprung to try surfing once summer finally gets here (August to be exact). Then I remembered one small, yet important, thing: I can't swim. Dammit.

Beautiful in Every Single Way

I just got my eyebrows threaded for the first time ever and I am oh so super duper sprung! I finally found an alternative to the brow waxing at Gene Juarez that ridiculously costs me $20 each time! At $5, I can get my brows done every month instead of waiting until my brows look like they need a lawn mower. HeHe. Besides, the last two times I've gone to get my brows waxed, my skin broke out around the brow area. The aesthetician said that it was probably due to hormones (why is everyone blaming my hormones these days?! LoL), but I think I'm just allergic to the wax/powder/crap they use. Man, I am just really giddy right now; being kikay is affordable again...and I'm not even in Manila! Now if only I can find make-up lessons for less than $75 ...

Questioning the Questions

Five! Five love recruiters...ha...ha...ha! (as Sesame Street's Count von Count would say)

Although, I'm now having second thoughts about going on dates with guys in Manila, thanks to Korina Sanchez and today's episode of Morning Girls.

Do guys in the Philippines really ask the girl first if they could hold her hand, kiss her, hug her, and basically anything of that sort?

Life is a Dance Floor

After five months of dancing hiatus, I'm back in the studio. Hopefully, going back to my preferred form of exercise will allow me to tame my hormones (to which someone attributed my very melodramatic entries as of late). And may I add how refreshing it was to hear Usher on loud speakers after subjecting myself to Nyoy Volante/Paolo Santos/Nina for a number of weeks? I'm also happy about this newfound studio for a couple of reasons: a) I don't have to drive 25 miles each way to get to/from the studio, and b) it's a different crowd without any cute "is he or is he not?" guys around. Yay for some peace of mind. {;P