Archive for November, 2006

Today’s Crapulous Outfit: Thursday, 30 November

Thursday, November 30th, 2006

Yes, crapulous is a real word. Look it up.

  • Hair lank, worn clipped off face
  • Cream cashmere turtleneck
  • Cream Banana Republic corduroy jacket
  • Black belt
  • Chocolate brown jeans
  • High pointy black boots

Yes, J, G*d will know. But G*d loves me for my inner beauty. Trust me on this one.

Just Felt Like

Thursday, November 30th, 2006

Posting a random photo of me and my siblings.

‘Yun lang.

Here’s Something You WILL GAD About

Thursday, November 30th, 2006

My baby sister’s on Wikipedia!


Crapulous Rambling

Thursday, November 30th, 2006

On Tuesday night I hung out with A and M2 in M2’s very nice Grunnerloka flat, where we watched the season finale of So You Think You Can Dance and an episode of Grey’s Anatomy. Here they are engrossed in the Benji/Travis battle:
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I stayed until 11, took the tram and walked home, passed out, did my quasi-parental duty at 7:20 (woke the kids in time for school), passed out again, and woke up in time to be only two minutes late for work.


Today’s Rebellious Outfit: Wednesday, 29 November

Wednesday, November 29th, 2006
  • Hair worn down
  • Black pearl and white gold earrings
  • On lips: Carmex
  • Around neck: small diamond cross pendant on white gold band
  • Black and white pinstriped shirt with white collar, cuffs, placket from Benetton
  • Black Merino wool v-neck sweater from Banana Republic
  • Usual rings
  • Black leather belt
  • (Here comes the rebellious part) Casil Kasil jeans
  • Pointy black boots
  • Outerwear: Ellen Tracy coat, gray red and white checkered scarf

Slow Day

Wednesday, November 29th, 2006

Here are some random statistics.

  • Number of male partners at Place of Employment’s Oslo office: 38
  • Number of female partners at POEOO: 3
  • Number of cute partners (of any gender) at POEOO: 3
  • Amount you’ll have to pay me to tell you which ones: US$1M (per person)
  • Number of females listed on website as part of my practice group: 1 (not me)
  • Number of female secretaries: All of them
  • Number of people attending my practice group’s Christmas party: 15
  • Number of attendees I know: 1
  • Number of work-related emails sent and received today: 5
  • Number of non-work related emails sent and received: 32, but mostly to colleagues
  • Number of cigarette breaks: 3
  • Number of partners or senior associates who caught me smoking: 3

Not That You Care, But…

Tuesday, November 28th, 2006

It wasn’t a happy Thanksgiving for Pamela and Kid Rock; they, too, are getting a divorce.

After four months!

Update: Friends say they’re shocked.

To quote A: We’re shocked too!…Not!

Today’s Uninspired Outfit: Tuesday, 28 November

Tuesday, November 28th, 2006

To curl or not to curl, that is the question.

The woman who gave me Friday’s overpriced haircut (the “Liar“) went into rhapsodies over my hair. “So beautiful!” she said. “So healthy! We must embrace the curl!” Then she gave me short feathery layers, scrunched some curl enhancer into my mop, stuck in a hairpin or two, proclaimed the result a-ma-zing, and sent me (the “Sucker“) on my merry way, toting a bottle and tube or two of overpriced product. Trog was whelmed by the results. “You got a haircut?” he asked. “It’s… different. It’s… nice.”

You must understand that my relationship with my hair has been a lifelong battle. In Manila, the land of shampoo commercial models, my hair used to frizz at the first dark cloud in the sky. In college I conceded defeat, grew it to below my waist and never brushed; the mane went with my actress/philosopher persona; then I discovered lawyerin’, chopped my artistic locks to two inches long, and re-joined the fight in earnest. I used to apply massive amounts of hair tamer, tie it back to within an inch of its life (hence my progressively larger forehead), get professional blowouts, get it relaxed, straightened, cellophaned, rebonded, all with minimum return on investment. These days, with the discovery and judicious application of a ceramic hair iron, the war has been reduced to a series of minor skirmishes. Which I still occasionally lose. Like yesterday.

It’s a quarter to eight in the morning and the Sucker is sitting at the dining table with wet hair, deciding whether or not to believe the Liar.

And what with worrying about my hair and waking the kids and getting them ready for school (am babysitting for K and M; will write about that at the end of the week), I haven’t had a chance to put together a cute look. So today’s uninspired outfit is:

  • Hair - undecided
  • South Sea pearl earrings
  • Tight chocolate brown turtleneck from H&M
  • Woven brown belt, stolen from Trog
  • Brown tweed pants from Mango
  • Either brown boots or gold ballet flats

Going for comfort today. And a chance to show off my a-ma-zing hair.

Today’s Cute Outfit: Monday, 27 November

Monday, November 27th, 2006
  • Hair partially ironed, left parted, low pony
  • Small pearl earrings
  • On lips: MAC Innocence
  • Pink and white pin-striped shirt
  • Pink cashmere turtleneck
  • Usual rings
  • Black Anne Klein pants suit with pink stripes
  • Clunky black belt
  • High pointy black boots
  • Outerwear: Black wool Ellen Tracy coat, pink pashmina (last year’s Christmas present from J in HK) worn as scarf

Running a little late this morning. Trog left for Boston, and due to catering to his neediness I couldn’t begin to get ready until his departure. Also wasted minutes trying to call Bilaan. To the folks back home: Why doesn’t anyone ever answer the phone?!?!?!

Happy Six Months!

Sunday, November 26th, 2006

Dear Shiloh,

To make up for our belated five-month greetings, we’re wishing you a Happy Half Year one day early. Here’s our first tip to ensure that you reach your first birthday: never, ever get on a motorbike without a helmet. Even if your mommy and daddy do.