Holly Golightly

Today felt like a textbook good day—it included many of my favorite things. I went to a contemporary art show, tried a new Japanese restaurant in BGC called Kei (run by the same team behind WildFlour), sampled the coffee at Baristart BGC, explored Fully Booked's Hauliday Sale, spent time with friends, and bought my mum a back-up Samsung phone for our upcoming trip.

I revisited during the pandemic and stayed at Amorita. The resort is tucked away from the crowds, offering comfortable beds, a good breakfast selection, and exceptional service. It's my top choice for accommodation in Bohol.

This glass of wine in front of me. Blech.

Japan is the only country where I feel safe enough to travel solo. I've visited three times and spent time in Kyoto, Osaka, Kobe, Nagoya, and Tokyo. I always go in November and December when the weather is pleasantly cool. I love doing my Christmas shopping there, and the lit-up trees that line Omotesando are such a vibe.

For 10 months in 2018, I slept with a guy from work. Our offices were on different floors, and our roles didn't intersect. Nobody knew about us. Whenever we'd bump into each other in the hallways, he’d give a smile or a casual “hi,” which I would usually ignore. Shortly after, I’d get a message from him—anything from a compliment like, “You look gorgeous” to something vulgar, like, “Want to take it up your ass later?" or "Come sit on my face tonight." The last two were always serious invitations. I never saw him as a friend. Perhaps what made the sex so explosive was that, to some extent, I actually hated him. We fucked often during that period, regardless if I was tired from travel or if he was sick. I was so desperate for his cock that I allowed him shoot his load into me on several occasions. On weekends, he was a frequent last stop after a long night of partying. No matter how wasted I was, he'd open the door when I came knocking, even if it was 5 in the morning. He'd take me to bed and pound the heat out of me. So much time has passed since then. We were messaging just yesterday about vegetables. He still isn't a friend, but at least I don’t hate him anymore.

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit. ― The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

My new lash artist commented that I looked like I was in my late teens. Tipped her well; the hell I care if it was bola.

Having a girl weekend. Went to wax, hair, and lash appointments. About to head out now to have a glass of Chardonnay at a nearby bar before calling it a night. Then, spa and wine night with the girls tomorrow. Just a regular spa, not the fun kind you guys go to. Hope everyone's having a great weekend.

I miss Balay Dako's quezo de bola ensaymada.

Had to convert funds from USD to PHP earlier, and the dollar's up.

Lunch: Pasta arrabbiata Dinner: falafel, hummus, veggie sticks, protein shake

Greek yogurt + pure honey

Gifting my mom a Euro trip for her birthday later this month. I can share the cost breakdown if anyone is interested. Our itinerary covers the Swiss Alps, Paris, Amsterdam, and Iceland. I miss Reykjavik so much—I have many fond memories of giggling under the aurora borealis with my best friend. Looking forward to visiting.

Malbon is opening a store in BGC.

I caught him cheating, so I slept with two of his closest friends. We never got back together, and he never found out what I did. That was 8 years ago.

I'm weak for decisive, take-charge, problem-solving men. When a guy says, "I'll pick you up at 7; let me know if you prefer French or Mediterranean," he's instantly 10x hotter than the ones who just say, "I don't know, what do you want to do?"

3 Body Problem

I find Diptyque fragrances lacking in depth. For instance, while Diptyque Eau Rose is pleasant, I prefer Parfums De Marly Delina Exclusif (middle note: Turkish rose). The latter is more complex and takes me on a journey from the opening through the dry down. That said, if I were to choose, Diptyque Ilio and 34 Blvd Saint-Germain could be good options for unisex scents.

Half of SaladStop's seared tuna wrap for lunch; likely having the other half for dinner later

Completed a few units of French in university and later studied Finnish and Swedish.

Late night drinking and dancing with my best friend at some bar in Reykjavik while it snows.

Single-handed steering with a veiny hand and arm. Very sexy.

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat. Jorge Luis Borges, 1934

Quality beans, oat milk, no sugar, extra hot. Cheers.

But you've come to offer, I'm here to receive Your face is my gospel, your body my creed Bring me to your altar, drop me to my knees The more that I worship, the more I believe You know I love it when your kisses bruise me Like a river running straight into me Wrap me in your warm embrace Strip me of my sins and pain Heaven written across your face The way your body can breathe life into me Satisfy me until my undoing Wrapped around you like a vine Humble me in your divine Heaven written in your eyes