Halloween Costume: Cheshire Cat (Again)!

Although most people find me the life of the party, I've always been the party pooper when it comes to Halloween parties. I'm an 80's kid, you know. Back in the days, Pinoys haven't fully embraced the American way of celebrating it. Instead of costumes and trick-or-treats, we kids busied ourselves with cemetery visits and the renowned Magandang Gabi Bayan horror stories. Fast forward to 2012: I'm joining the trend. Ha!

I actually wanted to be dressed as a round girl for our office par-tey, but I found it pointless if my sparring partner won't be around. Besides, I didn't really have ample time  to prepare for it. That led me to my Plan B: recycle my old Alice in Wonderland costume during my goddaughter's 1st birthday par-tey! This time, with whiskers.

The cheshire cat (I know, where did the cat ears go?)

Purrrfect! Collage via Instagram by @lovelotschookie

Getting some help for my tail

What balloons can do for my tail. Hurrah!

The kitteh feels ready for photo opp with Luffy

Kittykat meets Psy

Gang Nam Style back-up dancers?

With Iza, Achi, Psy and Elaine

The par-tey begins!

But, wait. Where did the pussy cat go?

The team, minus the busy cheshire cat

Pusang gala naman oh! Just when the par-tey was about to begin, there was an urgent bid to work on. To make matters worse, I had to create the pricing case on my feet all morning to keep my tail stiff and cute. When I was done, the bilao-ful of palabok was almost empty and there were no marshmallows left for me. Purrrr!

Luckily, I was idle to join in one of the afternoon games. Thinking it might be an aggressive game and fearful of any nip slips, I grabbed my teammate's shawl for protection. Imagine my relief when the game turned out to be Longest Line.

The shawl and the starting line. Bow!

There goes my flats. What about this stupid headband, too?

To cut the long story short, we lost to the other team and we felt bitter about it. Up to now, we all think we should have won and bagged home the prizes. Haha!

So how do you like my costume? It kinda feels less cute to wear it by myself, actually.

Photos by Edric.

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The Philippine Fashion Week| Spring Summer 2013 Experience

You probably know by now that I don't find fashion shows as riveting as football matches and live rock gigs. Neither do I like dressing up as much as I love dressing down. But this year, I resolved to give the Philippine Fashion Week a try even if I am super sure that plus size women won't get represented in the catwalk. So what am I doing in this year's Fashion Week, you ask? That's something I'll divulge in the near future.

Thanks to this giveaway post, I earned my ticket to the Arnold Galang | Jerome Salaya Ang | Philipp Tampus | Renee Salud show last Saturday night. Then, I realized watching a fashion show by myself (my first Fashion Week, to be exact) would be such a snorefest. This is something different compared to going to the cinemas or seeing your suking waxer or shopping alone. Who'll take my photos? Who will argue with me that outrageous outfits can be worn in real life? And so on and so forth. All of a sudden, Feastful Life pinged me to say that she won't make it to the Burdang Taal Habing Filipino show due to hectic schedule and - brace yourself - she has 2 tickets for the same show I'm watching! I can drag friends to join me! Hurrah!

As soon as Jona confirmed she's giving me her ticket, I immediately asked what I would wear. I expect most guests to be clad in their eye-catching and/or branded outfits and, as usual, I prefer to be the laidback spectator. In fact, the sudden shift to rainy days inspired me to go anti-fashion (read: t-shirt, shorts and sneakers). Thanks to my poor memory, I forgot my favorite plaid shorts in the apartment and thanks to my boyfriend's brilliant last-minute plans to switch backpacks, he unknowkingly took my leggings (Plan B) with him. It's currently inside our backpack for the upcoming trek to Baguio next weekend. So, I ended up wearing this flowy Plan D (world premiered as a kaftan here) instead.

Which reminds me, I had a recent debate with some officemates about wearing shorts underneath miniskirts and dresses. I like it extra presko down there and they attempted to change my mind about this preference. That night, I sent them SMS saying: "I'm pleased to inform you that I'm currently wearing my mother's cycling shorts underneath my dress tonight." Ooops. Sorry for too much info.

 That floral dress and black cycling shorts (not seen in this photo)

With my BFF Carl!

We were seated quite far from the catwalk which means we can't even check out the shoes the models are wearing. We can't stand from our seats in respect to the ones at the back. Oh, well.

Our vantage point

Arnold Galang and his mostly leather-and-bling designs

Jerome Salaya Ang's designs

Renee Salud and his red-hot designs

Halata bang di pa kami nagpapa-wax? Hahaha!

Feel free to browse more kikay photos (and some badly-captured ones) here.

WORLD PREMIERE: That Lacy Dress (Sort Of) / Overheard in the Mosh Pit OUTSIDE Cosmo Bachelor Bash 2012

It's the time of the year again when Carl and I primp and prettify ourselves for some voyeuristic adventure from a very distant vantage point and go home empty-handed. Do I sound bitter? Hell, no. Like I mentioned here, it doesn't hurt to ogle at attractive, scantily-clad men and hang out with a cool gal at the same time. Besides, it's another excuse to bring out a dress I was supposed to wear for a good friend's afternoon tea par-tey before she exchanged I do's waaay back in February. Thanks to the unsightly overlap of tanlines from this number from Zamboanga in July and that one from the past weekend in Coco Beach, I resolved to avoid any low-cut tops and finally world premiere this not-so-lacy dress.

To our dismay, this year's long queue (up until the gates of World Trade, mind you!) led us nowhere. Carl and I were already near the entrance door when someone issued a public apology that probably only 9.5 people heard. We gathered the venue can not accommodate any more people - regular and VIP guests alike. So what's the rationale behind the release of tickets to multitude of celebrities, media practitioners, VIPs and regular guests if they can't all fit in World Trade in the first place? How come no representative/s from Cosmopolitan joined the guards absorb and/or appease our words of pissdom? And, most importantly, how come some seemingly insiders promise all-access wrist band for the right price? Do I sound bitter? HELL, YEAH! I know I said it's not about the parade of those fine specimens, but I'd prefer a solitary slumber party in my own apartment over this hassle. Anytime! It's all about making the best use of my time. OUR time!

Nothing can cheer me up at this point! Not this, this, this or this!

Our unhappy feet (note: Carl slipped on these flats after the long queue)

Exhibit A: So near yet so far from the entrance/exit doors 

Exhibit B: The exit door that serves as entrance door for, uhm, last-minute all-access guests

Hearing the party inside made me want to march out of the place and feed the angry monster within me instead. However, Carl was still a portrait of desire for Kodak moments with the models. I don't have the heart to decline to her request to wait until the show is over and come inside to enjoy the leftovers. After all, the evening was all about spending quality time with her.

With my BFF Carl

Surprise! Surprise! There's Jo-Anne in the par-tey!

Yeah, the party's over

Egress mode na si Kuya. Wait lang!

 Is that you, Michael Scofield? Ah, no.

High school friend Clark Reyel, is that you?

Can't contain my kilegs over Wolverine!

With crushie John Spainhour

Why do I have a feeling there's no third time with John Spainhour?

With Eruption! Wee!

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Overheard in the Mosh Pit OUTSIDE Cosmo Bachelor Bash 2012

Sure, this experience made us feel pissed and disappointed, but I can't help but appreciate how people's reactions mirror our sense of humor and, at times, feel sad at our tendency to take out our anger to innocent people (case in point: guards). Here are some of the statements I overheard while waiting for the miraculous reversal of that sorry-for-the-inconvenience announcement earlier that evening:

Galing pa ako ng Mindoro! Ang hirap magbiyahe pa-Maynila ha!

Galing pa ako ng Tawi Tawi!

Taga-Valenzuela pa kami ha!

Pag kita dibdib, pag maraming alahas, pinapapasok!

(to the guard) Sagana ka sa aircon ha!

(to the guard) Papasukin nyo na kami! Para makuha naman namin ang San Mig Light namin!

Di kayo papapasukin sa langit!

Pa-pa-tattoo nga ako! Para next year, madali akong makakapasok!

(to the guard) Kuya, kamukha mo si Enchong! En-chonggo!

(to the guard) Kuya, pag may lumabas, dapat may papasok!

VIP kami! V as in Bachelor!

(to the guard) Gutom ka na, Kuya! Umalis ka na dyan!

Di na kami bibili ng Cosmo!

(to the guard) Why were they (pertaining to two tall, well-dressed women) in? They don't have tickets! I have VIP tickets. Kararating lang nila. What's your name? (then to his friend) Uy, suportahan mo ako!

Sobrang dami nang lumabas, wala ba kayong habag?

Sana nag-duty na lang ako.

Mare, di na ito mauulit. Last year na natin 'to. - Carl

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Outfit of the Day:

Grey dress with lace details

Big black belt from Forever 21

Black wedges from VNC

Spiral earrings

Black bag (gift)

Photos from Carl Tendenilla

Side-by-side with Spainhour design by Wini Layug