I don't know why, but one of my other filler posts disappeared when I posted about shoes (I think). I liked the pictures there too! But anyway, sorry for the lack of updates, I'll get to posting what I've been up to the past week eventually.

I'm not dead yet, guys!

Meanwhile, I've got to set up a blog for my dad so stay tuned, cuties~!

After much postponing and procrastination, you guys, my lovely, lovely readers, are going to see my hair's transformation. Keep in mind though, this isn't going to chronicle my long hair-short hair adventures. Just the most recent (and awesome) one which had me go to the Basement Salon (Rockwell branch) with my mother; a very impromptu decision that I do not regret at all! I heard everything I had done was kind of pricey in total, but in order to respect my mom, I didn't bother asking. If it's free, why complain right?

But enough about that, you guys need to see what went on, not read about it. 


Went a little nuts with the GIFs, this time around.

As you can see above, my hair went through a lot this summer; bleached it around...four times, I believe! 

After a few weeks of really brassy, jeje-looking hair, I put some blue food coloring in my HBC/Hortaleza Virgin Coconut Oil Shampoo to substitute actual toner, and it made my hair a lot less shiny (check out the camwhore photo at Momo's--it's somewhere in the earlier entries, I think). Finally, one day, my mom decides to take me with her to Basement to get my haircut fixed and with a little coercion, she agreed to let me have my hair bleached by ~*~*~the professionals~*~*~.

I realized too late that going to the salon would make a great blog entry so I don't have any legit interior shots. I do have this to say though: Basement has a very homey-kinda-DIY-kinda-grunge-y feel to it that I really liked. All the wood and fauna made you feel really cozy, and the abstract art was a great touch; I especially liked how everything was so neat and sharp to look at (not in a pointy way) because it gave the place a sleek, modern appearance despite the natural elements.

Let's move on to the progress/process shots:

First batch of bleach!

Dude, that machine hovering above my head was the neatest thing. You know how in most salons/TV shows, ladies usually have those huge domes covering their heads? Basement uses this machine that has a huge circle rotate around your head for maximum-coverage (I'm assuming). It was like my mind was being probed without actual contact; it was a very Sci-fi experience.

Close-up of the first bleaching process.
First bleach after rinsing
And now for the roots!

I was actually very, very pleased with that hair color already; I liked the platinum-Malfoy blonde because it looked quite good on me and looked like a very gyaru color as well. Manfred, our awesome hairstylist (is that what you call them), had another thing in mind though! Perhaps some of you are thinking, "What kind of dumbass doesn't complain or speak up when their satisfied with the result already?", and I agree that it was silly of me to not have specified or whatever, but you're about to see what Manfred had in store for me!

But first, have a picture of my mom getting her roots rinsed!

Back to me:

And a new X...X-Man? X-Member? Is born!

That's right kids, that isn't photoshop, that's my hair. It was pretty fuckin' silver. Or well, really pale-ass pearl blonde with some anti-yellow agent.

Letting Manfred rock the scissors, while I camwhore.

After the haircut (or before) the haircut, I was subjected to a much-needed Keratin treatment that revitalized my damaged hair. Interestingly enough, they seemed kinda impressed that my hair was still sturdy after all the bleaching I put it through. The lady who did my mom's roots was really worried about my scalp getting burnt as well. I pushed through though! When I bleached at home it just itched, but at Basement, where it was done properly, it felt like a whole lot of Salonpas was pasted onto my head; kinda cool and kinda scalding, just the way I like it.

Excited for the end result? Well, here it is (+ a before shot):

Taken before Momo's despedida

Goodbye jeje/Zonrox-ed hair, hello Storm! Well, actually, I've had to say goodbye to Storm after 2-3 days because my hair started to yellow a little. Don't worry though, I still look like a very special snowflake and I think I'll be getting my hair retouched after my roots grow out a little more. To anyone who's thinking about getting a haircut at Basement, whether at Eastwood, EDSA Shangri-la, or Powerplant, I totally recommend it. The staff are skilled at what they do and they're very friendly to boot! How I wish I was actually being sponsored to say these things, haha~

Anyway, that's all I had to show you guys. You're probably underwhelmed so let me just leave my regular pole photo for today and I'm off:

I'll be hangin' around if you need me!

Headed home~

Once again, unfortunately, you'll have to wait for me to post the hair transformation post another day because I've got something more exciting to talk about! Not that my hair is boring or anything; it's been changing colors lately so it's pretty darn cool, teehee. But that's not the point. If you take a look at this entry's title, you can guess that what I'm going to be talking about is...

This won't work well with wedges, I think
Okay fine, I haven't done any research about that so I can assure you that I'm not talking about those at all. What we're really going to be talking about are my shoes, and most especially Asianvogue's shoes (my favorite pair/s, to be exact); to start this off, I'd like you to take a look at my "shoe closet". 

So organized, right?
Until recently, I was never really one to care about my shoes. In high school, I had destroyed so many pairs because of all my running through the shit terrain that composed this huge field outside our classrooms. Thinking about it now though, I was a very terrible and dorky otaku in high school so fashion didn't really interest me at all (until I got a boyfriend and my lady hormones finally decided to show up). Sad to say, while I love looking at shoes (and buying them, of course), I still have a hard time choosing pairs that work for me, much less taking care of them!

M&S Footgloves, I think? They're those wedge-type ballet flat kinda shoes. 
Take those shoes, for example. My mom "lent" them to me since I really had no decent pairs, and when she did, I totally loved them. Super soft and ultra-comfy to wear, I wore these shoes with almost everything I wore back in late high school-early college until the front parts slowly started to degrade. If it wasn't for puddles/rain/>insert water here<, these might've lasted longer, but with all my running and all the rocky roads and "sidewalks" in this country, it wouldn't have made too much of a difference. I still wear those shoes from time to time, but last time I did, they fucked up my feet with blisters and overall soreness.

Shiny, glossy shoes that are perfect for semi-formal occasions! I
 think I got these somewhere in Greenhills. Not the tiangge though.
These shoes that I picked with my mom were only ever used when I had some sort of happening, well, happening. They were made of some kind of firm material so they fit very well at first, but when my default black flats started to stink up like crazy (tmi, I know), I turned to these! I don't think these were meant for my lifestyle so, as you can see, the tips are quite worn out. They also tend to slip off now since they've become loose, so they sound like flip-flops sometimes.

Blue wedges from the Greenhills tiangge, Yellow flats from Tomato
Oh man, I really loved the blue shoes but the straw/fibrous things that comprise the wedge--I forgot what you called these kinds of shoes--started to come off and exposed the black wedge heel underneath. Also, the striped fabric has started to come off and the overall shape of the shoe has started to warp because of overuse and, I guess, weather conditions. The yellow ones, while not as obvious here, are really fucking dirty because of this time I got drunk and slipped in the mud. I've tried cleaning them but it's not really doing much, tbh. They're also quite loose now huhu.

House slippers I stole from my mom
I haven't had these for too long but look! Already the straps look like they're about to come off. Maybe since they're a little too big for me they flip and flop around too much. Hnngh. Good thing I've got another pair of slippers (but they aren't as cute as these!)

More shoes, lah
HAHA, it's a complete mess. Some of these shoes aren't even worn anymore because they're so ugly and don't match any of my clothes. Some are just old and broken /sigh. What's cool though, is that this country is so fucking full of places to buy shoes! From cheap shoes ugly shoes, expensive-ass pretty ones, and everything in between, Metro Manila will never run out of shoe stores. Another cool thing about the Philippines-- or well, Filipinos, is that when Multiply became such a huge hit, online shopping also started to bloom as well; cyberspace will not escape the Filipina's desire for shoes.

To be honest, I was never much of a Multiply person until I found out that quite a few of my friends bought a lot of stylish clothes and shoes off the brand new Multiply Marketplace! After checking it out for the first time, looking for "Asian/Korean/Japanese" clothes, I seemed to have stumbled upon Asianvogue! At the time, I wasn't really into shoes, but lately, oh man, looking at it again, I realized how fucking amazing shoes can really be.

I have young Desiree of the Homestuck PH group to thank for reintroducing me to Asianvogue. It's really quite smart of her to check this store out for shoes to use for cosplay! But of course, while we did find some great pairs to use for our future plans, after looking around some more, oh my god, somewhere inside of me, a tiny fashion diva started freaking out and shit. EVERYTHING LOOKED SO GOOD MAN. My current shoe collection is so crazy pathetic-- I was fucking enchanted.


Click here for more info
SO CUTE RIGHT? OH MAN. If I wasn't so fucking broke right now, I would've already filled up the order form and pre-ordered these babies right-fucking-away. I don't really know what clothes to wear these with (I've got a couple ideas), but man, just having these cuties in my closet will make me the happiest girl in the country. I've been slowly wrapping my head around sexy pumps and stilettos, but wedges--especially adorable, colorful ones like these--will always be my favorites. They give you the height you get from heels, but give you a whole lot more comfort! Hnngh, I'll need so much poise and shit to pull these off.

Here are my other two favorites:

Here and here, respectively
Man, I'm such a sucker for stylin' wedges.

This is how our relationship would be if I was rich.
Anyway, the lovely Asianvogue Store is actually having is actually on its 3rd year so 


to the lady/ladies/boy/s who run the lovely store! When I get more money, expect me to buy a fuckton from you for sure. Or, you know, I could always win that raffle, teyhey. COME ON "THE SECRET", DON'T FAIL ME NOW.

If any of you guys are interested in buying from Asianvogue, you can click on the badge to your lower right, in the Links section, or check them out on FB here, visit their tumblr here, and you can check out their Twitter over here! And if you're curious about that raffle I mentioned, here's a link to the 3rd Anniversary Giveaway's details! Good luck to all of us who enter, and may whoever wins choose her shoes wisely~

Just a short filler post before I get to posting that hair article (oh god); here's some of the stuff I've been up to in the past...week, I believe? Yeah, I'm pretty sure all of this stuff happened last week. Okay, so maybe not this past week, but last week. You get the picture. OHOHO, get it? 'cause this post is just gonna be full of pictures of random things I was able to capture throughout those days! So witty, lah! So puntastic, desu!

Okay, seriously:

Dani the baby, spacing out in the cutiest-patootiest dress ever
That picture was taken on the way to my voice workshop/lesson thing courtesy of the 2012 Blue Repertory Core, teehee! Man, I never realized how little my control over my voice had become. Ever since I stopped taking formal voice lessons, I've been doing weird pop-y, jazz-y kulots and vibratos and scoops-- it's kind of gross to listen to sometimes.

It's Jodie struttin' her stuff in a hat that's way too big
My lovely niece on her regular Thursday visit to our house! She's already 4 years old, man. It's crazy how time just seems to zip by. I was, what, 15 or 16 when she was born? She made the cutest faces when she had to poop! Oh man, I have to dig that picture up. It's really cool how babies change appearances as they grow--it's like they're shapeshifting over and over and over. But then again, we never really stop shapeshifting do we?

Shots of my first game of Journey at Tasha's house!
GOD GUYS, IF THERE'S A GAME YOU NEED TO BUY, IT'S JOURNEY FOR THE PS3 via the PSN. I need to save up for this because, oh my GOD. It was such a wonderful emotional investment. It was so fulfilling to encounter your first companion; so painful to lose him or her for the first time. I felt bad that I lost my first friend because of my impatience and the lack of proper communication, but at least I didn't finish it alone.

To Star-Shine, if you find this, it was totes fun drawing that endless DNA sample with you on our way out ;Q;! /cry
She-who-cannot-be-named-on-the-internet because her
parents can't know about her poledancing activities.
My lovely friend,                  ,, executing a pretty good "Dreamgirl" pose. Lower your hands a bit more next time, babe! Payat mo na, girl. Nakakataranta!

Look ma! I'm a flag!
Forgive the blur, that photo was supposed to be of me holding the position and not getting into it, but that's more or less what it's supposed to look like~

And finally, this is what I cooked for my breakfast yesterday: 

Oh god, I want this in my tummy again.
My yaya left for her vacation so we're to fend for ourselves while she's gone. My mom cooked most of our meals for the past few days because of our laziness, but this time, I wanted to give it a try. I made a pretty decent Spam + Parmesan + Mozzarella omelette and it was totes delicious even though I couldn't fold the egg properly. NNNNGH, I'd make more but there aren't any eggs anymore /wrist.

Hold on a little longer guys, the hair post is coming up next, but for now, I hope you enjoyed these pictures~

Today's post is not going to be full of pictures or anything extremely fantastic; today, I'd just like to say that I'm extremely grateful to have such good friends and a raburi boyfriend. I'm not going to delete this post, but it's more of a filler than anything really. I'm working on a long-ass post that's just going to be the documentation of the day I got my hair insanely bleached at the lovely Basement Salon at the Power Plant Mall in Rockewell, so stay tuned 'til then <3

Love you guys ;Q;

If you're anything like me, you will have scoured the bowels of the World Wide Web and turned it into your second home. You'll have encountered the dreaded 4Chan and learned to love it. You know how to use Google and Wikipedia; weeding out false info is easy with all the tips and tricks you've learned without the help of Facebook friends sharing useful links on their walls. If you're from this lovely country, you might have even learned /been taught how to pirate popular media instead of hopping on over to Greenhills to get your NDS/PSP games  downloaded into your favorite handheld devices! But of course, the Internet isn't just a scary pit of viruses, porn, and Comic Sans sites. It's home to the most beautiful things ever created: Food Blogs and Food Porn.

Photo courtesy Google
Am I becoming more cultured? Is that why I'm paying more attention to food? Or is it because digital cameras and all these swanky new DSLRs are making it easier for people to share the lovely concoctions they discover or even cook themselves? While I have extremely high regard for Food Stylists, technology has made it easy-as-pie to make a pie look like more than just a pie. Food bloggers need not hire a photographer to shoot their meals. They can make lugaw look like fancy-ass foreign porridge with a little Instagram magic and Photoshop! Hell, my own sister is a food blogger and a good photographer, but she uses Instagram as much as my own photographer father does. But, I digress, this is not what this post is about.

This is just one of the many food styling tricks out there!
I'd like to go back to talking about the Internet and food. If you're a carnivore like myself, you should love bacon. I'm not talking about imitation bacons like turkey bacon, I mean crunchy-ass pork bacon. And if you live on the net, you may have started to associate this wonderful meat product to the macho men and beautiful babes that comprise the crew of the hit Youtube sensation:

Thank you to DJ who introduced me to this beauty.
They may disgust a lot of people out there with all the booze, grease, and vulgarities that riddle their videos, but they've made me feel things I've never felt before (mostly insatiable hunger). If I wasn't aware of the health and cosmetic risks, I'd eat their food for the rest of my life. I'm a picky eater who can't stand seeing, tasting, or feeling vegetables in my mouth. Sure, I'm learning how to deal with garlic, onions, and some leafy greens like spinach, but it's not always pleasant; not a big fan of how veggies smell (I don't like fish either). It's gross, but I love the smell of meat getting deep-fried, grilled, or sizzling on a plate. I apologize to all the vegans and vegetarians for my brutishness, but pork, beef, and chicken are some of the things I cannot and will not live without.

Ick, lettuce water /shudder
But still, I digress. This entry was written not to talk about the food blogging trend or the greatness of Epic Meal Time, but to rave about the beautiful and not-safe-for-vegans food establishment that is Zark's Burgers. Ever since I saw what you could do with all that bacon and meat product, I've been wanting to try making something ala Epic Meal Time, but that looked messy, time-consuming, and expensive. Luckily, I had stumbled upon a picture of a huge burger comprised of thick beef patties and strips upon strips of bacon--this looked far too unhealthy to be Burger King; what was it? After finding Zark's page on Facebook, I was determined to make my way there and try out this rumored deep-fried, bacon-wrapped burger and this is, well, the story.

After coming from DLS-CSB to help Daryl with his enrollment, we headed on over to the building across DLSU where Zark's Burgers was located. It was nothing particularly fancy; just a regular burger joint which seemed to attract a lot of hungry boys; action movies played on the TV that hung above a few tables in the far corner of the room, pictures of big guys who've successfully completed the Jawbreaker challenge, if it wasn't for a pair of girls who had used Zark's as a meeting place, it would've been quite a sausagefest (let's not forget the helpful ates who served us as well).

Having a little fun with my Pudding Camera app since Instagram's a bitch.
If it wasn't for the lettuce and possible tomatoes that lurked underneath the meaty goodness of the Jawbreaker, I would've ordered that in an attempt to beat the challenge, but no. I will conquer that mountain another day. I had other things planned, after all! I scoured the menu, growing hungrier and hungrier as I read about the different burgers and meals that were available, but where was that deep-fried burger? I don't have a picture of it, but on a small chalkboard next to the counter, I found what I wanted: 
Only 220 PhP, complete with Iced Tea and muy delicioso french fries!

The bacon gave the entire burger a nice, salty crunch on the outside, while the soft buns and tender beef practically melted in my mouth. You see that sauce on the side? That's a BBQ Rum sauce, guys. I don't like BBQ sauce, but oh man, that sauce. OH MAN, THAT SAUCE. I've been told that I'm not very good at telling stories, but in all honesty, there is no way to describe this Nirvana-esque moment in words. Daryl will probably say otherwise since he loves his salads, but I am a carnivore and I felt like I had found my "body of Christ".   Reuniting with the Lord and all that, herpderp. Not that being a Carnivore is a religion or anything. 

I mean no offense to the Catholic church.
I haven't got the skill to write about this burger like a professional food blogger, but I hope my above reactions will suffice. UGH, I LOVE MEAT. Anyhoo, if you're getting tired of my meat spazzing, up next is Daryl's slightly less unhealthy burger, the Black Mamba.

Looked good! Pity it had veggies.

The burger looked quite big in his large hands!
Don't let my silly (blasphemous) photos lead you away from the majesty that is Zark's Burgers. The prices are similar to Brother's Burgers and Burger King but the experience is something else. The ates were actually very nice! They helped us order wisely and saved us the hassle of spending more for less-- they served with a smile as well. The fries were a little bland, but they tasted quite good when fresh. Uhh, what else is there to say? Perhaps it's a hassle to get to Zark's because the only two branches in existence are in Taft and in Paranaque, but I'd say it's definitely worth the trip. While the commute may starve you, it's hard to believe that anyone can exit this store feeling less than full.

The only reason I regretted eating at Zark's was because I had hardly any room left for the food at Momo's despedida. Sorry Mo! Maybe when you come back I'll take you to Taft to pig out heehee~ Perhaps when Celine sends me the pictures from the party I'll write about it in more detail, but for now, have a silly camera phone picture of yours truly dicking around in the bathroom.

My hair is actually chin-length now!

First thing's first!

I had the greatest (and most emotionally distressing) weekend last April 27th-29th with a few of the people I had spent a great deal of time with in the past year until the earlier parts of this year. It was kinda nuts because I was swinging back and forth between insanely depressed to frighteningly happy but I was able to balance everything somehow. Avengers on Friday, Villa Escudero Saturday to Sunday--it was all quite fun and maybe even worth the stress!

So let's talk about the first thing that was on my Weekend To-Do list: my cavities getting filled and my first experiences with Novocain Watched Avengers with a whole bunch of friends! It was exciting, I guess, since everyone had been raving and practically orgasming on the Internet because of this movie so my body was totally ready for this supposedly OMGSOGOODWTF blockbuster of the year. In the end though, I was just...okay with it?

Tony Stark says "Stop! The overhyping!"

To be completely honest, my dentist trip earlier that day was a whole lot more exciting. It was funny though and the visuals were spectacular (better than X-Men: First Class which we re-watched at the villa for Donna who had not seen the fabulous faggotry-- pardon my French-- friendship), but I mean, come on guys, it's no groundbreaker. It was well-written though. I could definitely appreciate how they stitched all the separate stories into one cohesive thing, but as someone who isn't much of a Western Comic reader (I can't really distinguish Marvel from DC) I'm unable to achieve fangasm. Sorry guys, call me a hipster, but it really wasn't anything special.

After the movie, everyone said their goodbyes; some had dinner at McDonald's while my lovely group
decided to head on over to my place for the pre-Villa sleepover! Sad to say, I don't really have any pictures of this part of the adventure, but it was just comprised of Daryl playing MW3, Phoebe (this is a boy, by the way) trying to sleep while playing hipster music, and Tomo and I unintentionally dozing off until around 9 AM the next morning.

While the call time to get to my place was originally 10 AM and Nikki, Donna, and Dani the baby were quite punctual, Emile, Mon, and Peter had arrived late. Oh! But wait--

No one's gonna wanna look for
you if you make that face, girl.

So, well, as you can see here, Emile had forgotten to pick up Patsy on his way to my house so we had to wait for him to pick her up and get back to the house. The Bulacan Babes + Baby decided to seize the day and take their naps:

Tried to make it look spooky, but lol /fail.
Shoulda blingee'd it up instead!

DaNikki: A Modern Madonna and Child
SO. After a whole lotta slow moving and delays, we finally set out at around 11:30 - 12 and made our way to Laguna. Frustratingly enough, what is usually a 2-3 hour ride from my house, became a 4 and 1/2 hour ride of terrible traffic traversing so when we arrived, the free gulaman at the reception area was a definite treat for my exhausted guests. We got our stuff and made our way to the Carabao cart that just arrived and soon after, we were being brought to the resort area. Too bad the usual serenaders that sat at the back row weren't there! I loved sitting with them as a kid and pretending that I knew the music they were playing herp (´∩`。).

I don't really have a lot of pictures of our stay so I'm just gonna post some of what I stole from Nikki's FB album. In short though, we had a lot of fun despite a few dramatic hitches. Hopefully the next time we go back will be flawless and everyone will finally stop being lazy and get on the fucking rafts! It's been forever since I got on one of them, tbh, but I would've gone if more people went! Also, it was kind of refreshing to go back to the actual resort since a lot had changed since I stayed with my block last year. Great to know that the new Cafe Indigo had speedy WiFi (Emile was able to enjoy the Guild Wars 2 Beta just fine) and tasty drinks with matching adoraburu coffee art (there were plastic coffee glass-thing-whatevers with the resort's logo on it! Talk about asenso!).

Come Sunday, we had to check out by 4 PM, but that was definitely not the end of our little Villa vacation. After putting our stuff in the cars, I brought everyone to the family museum just before it closed for the day and, to my surprise, they had more fun than I imagined they would have. Donna and Emile were going nuts over the ridonkulous collection that my family's amassed over the years-- I was kind of impressed too, since I've always made it a point to make a hasty escape from the museum since it's super creepy for me.

Don't let the MMDA pink fool you! It's not fun being alone in this place! (Photo courtesy: Flickr)
Last on the list of things to do at the Villa was to do my routine relatives round about the residential area, but of course, before I split with the group I took them to our rinky-dink house. We share the lot with my aunt so I had to keep everyone quiet so as to not disturb them. To my surprise, the field was crazy wild and Gucci the Iguana apparently moved out of the resort into our area. The amount of flora and fauna in our lot is crazy, but as maarte as I am, I wouldn't have it any other way (well, maybe if there were less bugs and a little more lighting at night, I'd be happier; I'm so tired of swatting away gamugamo when I'm eating dinner/trying to sleep in our house).

Dani and I having a moment in the field by my family's house

Taking Peter and Daryl with me as I hunt down my relatives

Before we left, we had a little photoshoot in the field full of war memorabilia then we finally head on home at around 6 - 6:30 PM.

Sentai formation with a Japanese soldier statue kinna thing.
The Straight Man's Lament. Or well, not really.
And to cap it all off, an obligatory group photo "taken by" Dani
And that's that I guess! I got home at around 10:30 - 11 I think, but I can't really remember. Anyway, let me end this post with an obligatory pole photo!

So painful, lah. This fucking ballerina pose hurt my shoulder hakjhdlkadsh.
Looks great in the air though! Need more practice~


You are about to witness Angela Emmanuelle's attempts at becoming "a real girl". Please prepare yourself for a gratuitous amount of camwhoring as I venture into the worlds of fashion, food, and lifestyle-- actually, you're just really going to see what it is that I do in my spare time, so be prepared to be exposed to a whole lot of craziness, and hopefully, a whole lot of fun.



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