SexyintheCity

Because of Blair Waldorf, my love for fashion has been rejuvenated to the maximum. Thanks to my style goddess, there has been some sense knocked into this season’s line of clothing, much to my joy. Because…

Ruffles and ribbons and headbands are in! Cutesy, flairy, girly, huge billowing (okay over-exag) ruffles and ribbons are in! I’m even impressed with Urban Behaviour. It seems to be leading the pack! The clothes are fantastic, and I’ve noticed they’ve upped the prices too. Of course my favorite Sirens has its own lineage too, and the best part is: they’ve tagged BETTER prices!

Summoned the recent pages of Forever21.com, I’ve compiled my much coveted Blair-y profile. Can’t wait til summer hits!

The 7th was JC’s condo birthday jam. At first I felt nonchalant, not wanting to mingle with anyone except the friends I came with. I tend to be VERY anti-social.

I know I *should* network, but I wanted to let things flow naturally. And I earned me a new girlfriend.

But it was in that jam when I got turned off by concept of being a single woman thrown into a massive pool of bachelors in one small room. Some might think it’s man-shopping, but it’s uncomfortable.

Especially when I was LITERALLY stuck in between a leechy white dude who kept saying he was planning to buy a condo unit in SOHO and kept saying he’s “eccentric” and a Pinoy whom I called my personal ‘Chuck Bass’ a few posts back who kept asking me “Can’t you tell something about the way I’ve been looking at you all night?”

It was like Twilight Zone. I was waiting for one of them to reach over me and punch the other in the face. It wasn’t also fun when visibly, the married birthday boy himself was flirty.

But I had a nice slow dance number with a friend of ‘Chuck Bass’ near the end. He stuck out his hand and pulled me to the dance floor, and I just majorly suck at slow dancing a la twirling motion that he had to lead the dance.

“So when was the last time a guy danced with you like this?” he whispered. Then I thought, actually back in December, during Christmas party, with my ex. And I got sad all over again. *sigh*

My friend’s boyfriend had to jump in, pick me up and carry me away from the crowd of men around me while I was trying to leave the party.

It was frivolous. I felt free. No holds barred. No rules. No restrictions. The shiny fabulous single girl in the party, amidst the flood of bachelors, that turned vicious over my attention. But did I really want this?

I don’t want to participate in this kind of game anymore. I felt awkward. I would just like to be cuddling under a blanket and watching sports with the one I love.

It’s been a month now since the breakup. I was once told; “Don’t look for Mr. Right Now. Look for Mr. Right.”

Or. Not look at all. I’d rather chill.

My girl Cristine celebrated her birthday at Republik nightclub on the 6th. Prior to the celebration and the events that led to it; there was drama afloat involving an annoying girl who forced herself into the party just to see her ex. Plus, my group was late.

What crap Republik has become. The crowd was lousy; full of weirdos. No hot guys AT ALL.

Regardless, I had super fun with the girls, did not let anyone dance with me and made sure the birthday girl was having a good time. And indeed she was. Everytime I looked at her she was smiling. Lol.

(birthday girl 2nd from the left)

The highlight was my drive back home, when I took a different route to test my direction skills which was a total FAIL, because I got lost. I panic when I get lost. I made a huge U-Turn, and slightly hit a snowbank which made my car wobble a bit.

Little did I know there was an approaching police car, and they saw the whole thing unfold. The lights glared on and I got pulled over! I made sure my charms were on full blast. I got to sit in the back seat of the police car; and trust me it was not very generous on the leg room! It was crampy.

They made me take a test (haha) and concluded the alcohol level in my blood was .012. They said I wasn’t drunk, but I’m only a novice driver therefore I CAN NOT have ANY alcohol in my system AT ALL. EVAR!

One of the officers was cute. When the older one was away, the cute one turned around and proclaimed “If it were up to me, I would’ve let you go, but he’s training me right now and can’t really do anything.”

I swear I only had one drink; vodka with cranberry juice. Vodka you bitch.

To rub salt in the wound, on the taxi ride home, we encountered a drunk driver who almost side-blinded us and drove in the middle of the white dotted line, and was doing 100 on a 60.

Where are the cops when you REALLY need them?

We were at the entrance to the subway station; I was on top of the stairs and he was a few steps down, with the most bamboozled look on his face because by fate we saw each other, him clutching the sparkly Guess watch because I ripped it off my wrist and threw it at his chest. I usually throw like a girl, but at that time I had good aim.

Then I stretched out my hand and gestured he give me back the $300 Tommy Hilfiger watch I bought him.

That was the last transaction between me and my ex of three years. I made sure I exit with a bang. Or, a thud, rather.

Then. One summer afternoon in 2008. I rang the doorbell of a nice big house in Winston Churchill, with a plastic bag in my hand, and behind the ajar door appeared a disgruntled and irritated guy who had a grain of rice sticking to his face and I was standing there thinking, “Yuck. I went out with this guy?” but what came out was “You have my stuff? Here’s yours.”

I grabbed my belongings and turned around, strutted along the paveway leading to my car as if it was a catwalk, in my white denim mini-skirt and the strings of my bikini top peeking out of my thin white shirt. I was about to go to the beach. I needed my emergency towel back.

That was the last transaction between me and my summer ex.

Now, I’m actually nice to my winter ex. I asked him verbally and NICELY if I could have my hot pink lingerie and sleepwear back. I even texted him afterwards to remind him which was where, because he has bad memory.

NADA. No reply. What do I have to do to get my lingerie back? Does a girl have to keep chase? Do I repel him that much that he doesn’t even have the courtesy to meet me halfway (he lives far) and do our last transaction? He probably thinks I’m just scheming around so we could see each other again that gago.

So vain.

If I asked the third time, I’m gonna look pathetic. But that hot pink lingerie is the sexiest piece of thing I ever owned, and didn’t even get to wear it alot! For only $20, I’ll never see that bargain again.

Please come back to me

I was glad to escape all the drama and friction after I graduated from highschool. Especially the “popular” chicks that never liked me because boys paid attention to me. We still don’t like each other til this day.

But now that I’ve stepped on to my career, into an office environment, I feel like I’ve been thrown into an even dangerous battle arena, like a Mortal Kombat cage, full of snakes.

I’m required to be more careful, because now the people I’m up against are older and more experienced in life than I am. Office politics is so dirty.

You will learn who is plastic, pretentious, ass-kisser, who is the favorite of who, who you’re not good enough to be spoken to, who my boss is pissed at (ha-ha). I figure out who’s sketchy and I’m just about done.

And at one point I was in the middle of everything.

Everyone was telling me their opinions and issues with others. Everyone sniping at each other behind each other’s backs and in front of me. I had to step back and see the big picture.

It’s bad enough that most of the time I can’t relate to the women in my department. Nothing wrong with that, it’s just that I don’t care now if I don’t totally fit in.

I’m here to get paid. And this is not highschool anymore, even though women here treat this environment that way.

I’m not miss popularity, and no one can make me give two pieces of crap.

Did anyone enjoy that almost-spring-like weather on Sunday?! Because I did! It was so beautiful; the sun was shining, the snow was melting, the air was crispy fresh!

It was 2 degrees! How pathetic is that when you think 2 degrees is actually a nice warm temperature. Definitely a break from the normal -20 feel of harsh Canadian winter.

So even though my body was out of condition to step out of the house yesterday, I sucked it up and threw myself out there, to the awesome yet short-lived weather. Mission: Give my car Diego an oil change.

Oh yeah he’s running smoother now.

After that I drove across the street to Sherway Gardens mall. Kamusta naman Sherway Mall yesterday. It was JAMPACKED! And the Antique Roadshow was on. So many beautiful and FRAGILE accessories; you just wanna kinda throw yourself at ‘em.

I was reminded how poshy this mall is. And the people shopping there too. I visited Holt Renfrew, Mango and Costa Blanca. I was drooling over Coach bags, but then again, I already have a Gucci. So through the mall I kinda had to flash my freakinly awesome gold Gucci bag because the girls looked stuck-up and they were checking out my bag.

My friend told me; I might as well collect them all, so my next target will have to be a Coach.

So I bought a cute black sleeveless top with detailed sequins along the neckline and black ribbon to tighten around it; on sale for $30 from Mango. And a creamy white (with black line pattern) poplin jacket on sale for $30 as well, from Costa Blanca.

Mango is love!

And of course, both styles have a bit of Blair air to them! My style goddess. This Gossip Girl addiction is unhealthy for the pocket. And I believe I’m turning into something I’ve been trying to avoid all my life. A fashionista. Argh! There are so many hungry people all over the world and I’m thinking of preppy clothes and endless hairbands.

Voila my growing collection so far.

Next mission: Must. Stay. Away. From. Malls.