Tuesday nights are always Ponti Nights (Ponti being the bar at the 2nd floor of our building). I try to make it a point to at finish by 8pm on Tuesdays (since I end much later the rest of the week anyway) lest I go crazy from work-related stress. I think I’m nearing my burn out point.

So anyway, Tuesdays. Ponti Nights. My friends from work and I would buy our set of beers (3 for P100 if you’re a VIP which we’ve become thanks to being at Ponti every Tuesday since January and nearly everyday 2010) and a pizza or a platter of wings (if we have more than P100 in our pockets), and gossip for the next 2 hours.

More often than not, we would sing our hearts out to 90s pop music that the dj would be playing. If we’re lucky, it would be Rocke-oke night so we get to sing our hearts out to 90s pop music in front of a group of equally-drunk people with a band to back us up.

But then, sometimes, we have the bad nights.

Bad nights can be defined as nights when we go down too late like say, 10pm and a gaggle of giggly yuppies fresh from college or law school students come in. You can tell by their outfits, usually. And for this post, let me focus on the giggly girls fresh from college.

They’re giggly. And there’s a gaggle of them. With their designer bags and a glass of cocktail in their hand they fleet from table to table air kissing friends. They seem to know everybody or have a friend in every table. They probably went to college, party, drink, together or whatever the case may be, the whole bar is a clique (minus us, the oldies).

One thing I noticed about them is that… NOT ONE OF THEM IS FAT! I’ll be damned if any of them is over 120lbs, heights ranging from 5’2 to 5’9″ most probably high heels included.

So they can wear skin-tight jeans, tank and or cropped tops, unforgiving polyester dresses and you will not see an iota of bulge,fat,stretch marks, cellulite or even a misplaced pimple. WHAT DID THESE KIDS DO? Was there something in the milk they were drinking that we didn’t have that made them this… (nearly) perfect?

I find myself envying them and how they carry themselves. They can walk without a problem (and some people can even dance and run) in 5 inch heels (which are very pretty, mind you). No matter how short their skirts are, they still manage not to flash anybody! And let’s not even talk about make-up coz for the life of me I can’t even put on lipstick without getting some on my teeth.

basically they all look something like this minus the coat and the knee high boots

And yeah, they’re all so pretty.

I know that they don’t represent the norm of the society. They’re just like 10% of their age group.

But they’re all so different from the girls I’m used to. (The hipster kids)

but 10 lbs heavier hehehe.

But at least the universe is fair. When I run into these kids in the restroom, I hear them puking in the stall next to mine and I laugh on the inside. I see them stumbling and barely able to walk in their 5 inch heels while severely drunk and I thank the gods I have enough sense in me to wear shoes I can walk in. So yeah they may have looked good when they walked in, but with their runny make up and the zombie walk – I look much better than they do (at least in my head I do).

And let’s not even talk about the “talking”. High-pitched conyo speak has the same effect on me as nails scratching on boards. Grating.

But I have friends who are these kids and I still love them to bits. And I love how they let me make fun of them :)

But I will never ever understanding how they can bring themselves to snort alcohol.

Because the weather is so much cooler on your side of the planet, I hope you’re taking good advantage of it. Because these outfits need to be worn without getting weird eyes from people especially during commute. Mahirap pumorma dito tapos sa Masinag ka lang sasakay! haha So ate, make me proud!

except maybe for the last picture, these are all so you!

lovelots,

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It’s part of my must have list sooner or later. Preferably sooner.

michael kors = i can’t afford it ever.

if you look right behind me, you can see a portion of my dad.

black shirt (bazaar); plaid bootcut jeans folded (i forgot which brand but i’ve had it for over 6 years now); white sneakers (converse)

at least every day i’m reminded that i have a perfectly decent camera just within arm’s reach every morning. but blogging straight from my phone is such a joy. yes, i can be such a geek.

will post the my backlog soon enough. i just realized yesterday that i’ve been cross-posting my posts here in my <a href=”http://penguinsforlunch.tumblr.com”>tumblelog</a> for the longest time. so that means i’ve been subjecting my tumblr followers to my vanity (sorry guys!). oh well just a few more days left to this challenge, anyway. but i fear that my followers have already seen the sorry state that is my room haha! dirty laundry usually behind me, and sometimes the rare appearance of my parents’ backsides for whenever they’re in my room using my computer. oh well. my

plaid green shirt (vintage); army green skirt (f21); red dirty sneakers (converse)

excuse the fat face, i woke up bloated having dreamt that I was a giant whale and then a zombie chasing a cow on a horse.

leopard print shirt (greenhills); black trousers (H&M); beige oxfords (juan)

Posting from my phone has been a pain these days. Thank you very much for the hassle, Globe.  And I really need to bust out the camera soon (if only I had the time to take decent pictures in the morning).

Boyfriend Shirt (F21) ; Black Skinny Jeans (Dorothy Perkins) ; Cherry Red Dr. Marten’s.

This is my take on the following:

1. Judy Santos circa Mara Clara, Esperenza sans the rubber slippers.

2. Iglesia ni Cristo chic.

Men’s Shirt (Bench) ; Black Maxi Skirt (SM) ; Red Doc Marten Boots

Last Friday was pretty dry but cold by Manila standards. Too tired and not feeling particularly cheery, the word drab again fit perfectly when trying to describe this day’s outfit.

Striped Sweater (F21); Black Jeans (F21); Brown Slouchy Boots (Zara Kids)

The days have been pretty bleary lately due to the onslaught of storms left and right (well mostly right since they’re coming from the Pacific). On this particular day, however, the sun decided to grace us with its kingly presence hence the more summer-y look.

Denim Jacket (Mango); Gingham Dress (Zara); My sister’s Chuck Taylors.