Prom Schmom

A year ago, a bunch of 2nd years were asking me if I could talk the Students' Association committee into convincing the higher authority to allow students to have a prom. Pfft, not in a lifetime will that happen.

When you're a graduate at a local secondary school in Hong Kong, you don't go to prom. You go to a Graduation Dinner instead, where you sit, eat, be merry, take pictures, post 'em on the web where they'll start to collect virtual dust and consequently you get your very own virtual dustbunny collection. Too bland for my taste really, but I can never turn down the opportunity to get all fancy. So typical me immeditely rummaged through my closet for something to wear. I didn't wanna go in black. WOAH! Breaking news people, Vhie Fabilla didn't want to wear black. So all I had choice between red or white. I picked the white.

I was also thinking of going in a white and green ensemble cause not many people would think of that combination. Unfortunately I couldn't find the "right" green. I searched high and low yet all I could find was either apple green or olive green or seaweed green. Not the vibrant green with a tinge of elegance that I wanted, so I had to settle for navy blue while mother found a clutch in the back of her closet which matched my black and silver peep toes. And, *drumroll*

 

 Thank you Kuya Ricky for my hair and makeup.

The buffet dinner was exquisite. I especially liked the Italian station where you pick a pasta and other ingredients and a sauce and condiments of your choice and the chef will whip it up in 5 minutes for you. It was very entertaining to watch. And Disneyland Hotel has the nicest staff I've met. One waiter was even sweet enough to hold my chair for me after almost crashing into one another amidst the traffic of hungry people.

And being the obsessive compulsive pastry chef that I am, of course I won't forget the dessert bar where I went back for a luscious 2nd helping of their Apple Pie with Whipped Cream.

The sweet taste of apples with pine nut streusel topping topped with whipped cream. Boy was that one delicious slice of heaven. I haven't gone round to making pies yet. Right now I'm on cakes =D. Cream Cheese Pound Cake coming up next week, since it's my brother's birthday tomorrow I've got to wrap tons of stuff plus my student is coming over to learn Edelweiss, leaving me with ZERO time to bake.

Now, off to wash all this gel off my hair.

- Messer Girl

Gran! Have you seen my Ralph Lauren jeans?

You know those moments when you're already rushing to get ready but you can't find the one pair of jeans to go with the new green blouse you got just two days ago? Then you spend the next 30 minutes searching high and low, desperate to find them that you practically turn your closet upsidedown. You eventually find them, only to realize you're already 10 minutes late for your appointment.

I've cried out, one time too many on a saturday as I get ready for church, "Nay, nakita mo ba yung maong ko? (Gran, have you seen my jeans?). And where do I find them? In my mother's closet!

So this is what half my closet looks like after spending two hours trying to arrange them in a much more orderly manner - trying being the keyword there. This looks relatively neater, I would say

In those two hours I counted at least 7 tees that I don't wear anymore, one skirt with a broken zipper and a PINK scarf - heaven knows how that got there! Worse, it's got Hello Kitty on it.

I also found out that I can't fold a T-shirt, no matter how many times I try.

The good part of those two hours, was I now know where all my clothes are though give it about a few days to a week, it'll all be out of place once again.

- Messer Girl

Productive Shopping

It's funny how a majority of movies and TV series have stereotyped women to shop in packs. I don't think it applies to all women, such as myself - for example.

Before we get on the wrong foot, I do love shopping with my girls. But ever only so when I am not looking for anything in particular and have money found tucked, neatly-folded, in the back pocket of my jeans - those were my jeans...right?

When I shop with my girls, our eyes are in three diffrent directions. And since all 3 of us have a mild case of ADD, you can only imagine what happens when 3 different things catch our eyes at the same time, which -
don't get me wrong - is pretty amusing once you get over it and laugh about the idiocracy of it all.

However, when I shop alone, I am more meticulous and tend to cover more ground. This happens when I'm looking for something specific, like shoes to wear to a formal dinner, say maybe peep-toed pumps or 4-inch heeled MaryJanes, white denim skinny jeans (which aren't distressed yet) - these are surprisingly difficult to find in Hong Kong. If a store doesn't have what I want, I'm outta there faster than they can say "Welcome" in cantonese, at least what I assume they say. If they do - this is funny - I can take ages in that store, talking to myself so much so that some people start looking at me like I'm schizophrenic.

That's just how I am, I come home with more shopping when I go on my own. What about you - that feels so weird to say, by the way - are you more productive when you shop with your friends or on your own.

P.S. Shopping with your parents doesn't count. Cause that can go both ways. If you shop with my mother: non-productive. My dad on the other hand...8D

Meanwhile, I ended up buying the Peep-toed pumps over the MaryJanes

Plus these, cause I just couldn't put them down.

Meanwhile, I massacred my toenails last night. I haven't worn nail polish for four years until last night. I didn't do too bad a job, did I?