bury me in this dress

My day was pleasant although I had a late start. Yeah it was quite nice. I was with some of my relatives for a few hours because we celebrated my departed grandmother’s birthday. I had to go to mass with the rest of them but it was alright. After that we had a not-so-good dinner at a nearby restaurant. My cousin Paul was there so I had a blast and we dared each other to request stupid songs for the singers to sing. I requested the Numa Numa song but the singer didn’t know the song. My cousin asked for “Bawal Na Gamot” and dedicated it to me. The singer didn’t know how to sing that either. We weren’t expecting her to sing those anyway since she’s a jazz singer. We were just being silly.

I had to leave them because I wanted to watch my sister. She was asked to model by an Atenean organization so the place (Rockwell tent) was filled with college cono kids. The fashion show was okay and I liked some of the clothes. I think it lacked organization though but I shouldn’t have expected more since it was organized by some kids and not by professionals. The stage sucked too and it was evident that it was a low budget production. Anyway, my sister modeled 2 outfits and I really liked the first one.

I forgot who the designer is but it had a romantic goth flavor. The second outfit is…uh…poofy? I didn’t like it but the people there did.

I also forgot who designed this. I don’t really care.

Before I end this post, I would like to leave you with this delicious discovery I made last night. The Numa Numa song has never been this appealing. Only Takuya Kimura can sing that stupid song and make my nipples harden.