If there is one word to describe this year's Starbucks planner - it's fugly.
Of course, that is based entirely on my opinions. Despite that little fact, why am I 8 Starbucks drinks away from getting one, when I can simply purchase a Belle de Jour diary for a lesser price?
Why do I torment myself trying to ingest a short Starbucks coffee drink when all the while I am aware that I am not a coffee drinker? Why do I risk being addicted to coffee? Why do I allow myself to be prone to stomach hyper acidity? Why am I allowing my wallet to throw away good hard earned cash? Why am I feeling nauseous but trying to finish off this crappy drink, which I've been holding since three hours ago? Why am I doing this for a fugly planner?
The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind. I don't know!
19 November 2008
My Trouble with Shoes
After braving the floods last week, I have officially departed with my shoes, who didn't make it through the ordeal - it suffered irreparable damage and can no longer be revived. It was a cheap buy, but nonetheless a vital piece in my shoe line-up since its meant for daily wear. Now, I wear sandals to work which I honestly want to throw away soon. They have served me well for the past year and have already absorbed the nauseating scent of my feet. (haha) Regardless of the many washings I've made it go through, it doesn't seem lose the smell and has already shown signs of over-wear.
This morning, as I was choosing which shoe I will be wearing to work, I've realized that I have quite a selection, but have been limiting myself to two sandals particularly. I have two rubber shoes, one of which is at the verge of being thrown into the trash can as well. This is due to the fact that whenever I wear it on a rainy day, the water seeps in from beneath and penetrates the shoes - so I'd be walking with soggy socks enclosed in the shoes. The thought is just menacing. The other is rather special (since I hand painted it) but could be worn only with a select number of clothes and styles. The rest of my shoes are hand me down heels.
Early in college, I used to dote on heels, wearing them on an almost daily basis. As I progressed into my fourth and fifth years, I've developed a love for flat and rubber shoes primarily due to its comfort and since I've began challenging myself to walk from school all the way home, which is a rather far walk. Now, the prospect of leaving home in heels only comes when I have a party to attend, or a business meeting to go to. As much as I'd try to wear heels, I'd usually end up regretting it and returning to wearing flats the next day.
Lately, with the surge of sales and bazaars and online shops popping out left and right, I'm tempted to invest in a good line up of shoes which can serve me well for the next year or so. That would mean - a good pair of shoes for daily wear, decent sandals also for daily wear, a not Made-in-China pair of rubber shoes or sneakers and if the budget allows, a nice pair of wedges.
This morning, as I was choosing which shoe I will be wearing to work, I've realized that I have quite a selection, but have been limiting myself to two sandals particularly. I have two rubber shoes, one of which is at the verge of being thrown into the trash can as well. This is due to the fact that whenever I wear it on a rainy day, the water seeps in from beneath and penetrates the shoes - so I'd be walking with soggy socks enclosed in the shoes. The thought is just menacing. The other is rather special (since I hand painted it) but could be worn only with a select number of clothes and styles. The rest of my shoes are hand me down heels.
Early in college, I used to dote on heels, wearing them on an almost daily basis. As I progressed into my fourth and fifth years, I've developed a love for flat and rubber shoes primarily due to its comfort and since I've began challenging myself to walk from school all the way home, which is a rather far walk. Now, the prospect of leaving home in heels only comes when I have a party to attend, or a business meeting to go to. As much as I'd try to wear heels, I'd usually end up regretting it and returning to wearing flats the next day.
Lately, with the surge of sales and bazaars and online shops popping out left and right, I'm tempted to invest in a good line up of shoes which can serve me well for the next year or so. That would mean - a good pair of shoes for daily wear, decent sandals also for daily wear, a not Made-in-China pair of rubber shoes or sneakers and if the budget allows, a nice pair of wedges.
09 November 2008
My Christmas Wishlist
When my mom found out I was making a Christmas wish list, she reprimanded me for not counting my blessings and was thick-faced enough to put down all the things I want. Christmas, as we've always pointed, is heavily commercialized and due to this, people have lost touch with its essential notes of charity and good will and have focused their attention to buying gifts and preparing noche buenas and other worldly pleasures.
As the Scriptures have said, and as I've heard time and again, "Ask and you shall receive." A wise man declared in a wedding that the only way a man can understand a woman is when she gives up dropping hints, and slaps the information right onto his face. I'm done writing letters to Santa, who doesn't seem to respond very well to my recommendations. Apparently, my friends aren't always keen on reading my latest blog posts to notice the list either.
Despite knowing that I am running the risk of being labeled a materialistic girl, I decided that I still want to list down my wish list for this year. I know it's not exactly discreet, but who wants to make a discreet wish list? haha Fingers crossed that at least one may be answered, here goes...
1. A good book
(as Jessica Hagendorn's Dogeaters and Gregory Macguire's The Ugly Stepsister)
2. An original CD
(as Lea Salonga's Cinderella, Sergio Mendez' Morning in Rio or Universal Music's The Very Best of Smooth Jazz)
3. A scrapbook/ digital art/ animation/ surprise dedicated to me
4. A La Senza brassiere
5. Scrapbooking or Arts and Crafts magazines
6. An iPod Classic, 80 Gb (though I can settle for 40 Gb, hehe)
7. A out-of-town, all-expense paid vacation trip
8. A Canon EOS DSLR Camera
9. To get a winning lottery ticket (given if I actually join the lottery)
10. Charley to ride a plane home and spend Christmas with me.
11. My grandma to get well soon and be rid of her horrid ailment.
12. Parokya ni Edgar, after three years, will still serenade me with their single, Gitara.
P.S. If David Cook would just dedicate his Always be My Baby song to me, I'd already be ecstatic. A Jose Marie Chan number can also do the trick!
P.P.S. Clothes, bags and shoes are always welcome items! I won't mind for a box of Lindtz orange chocolates, a box of G-tech pens, table/ room organizers, or a box filled with just paper of varying types, colors and sizes. hehe
Okay, enough daydreaming..
Man, it feels good getting those stuff out of my chest.
As the Scriptures have said, and as I've heard time and again, "Ask and you shall receive." A wise man declared in a wedding that the only way a man can understand a woman is when she gives up dropping hints, and slaps the information right onto his face. I'm done writing letters to Santa, who doesn't seem to respond very well to my recommendations. Apparently, my friends aren't always keen on reading my latest blog posts to notice the list either.
Despite knowing that I am running the risk of being labeled a materialistic girl, I decided that I still want to list down my wish list for this year. I know it's not exactly discreet, but who wants to make a discreet wish list? haha Fingers crossed that at least one may be answered, here goes...
1. A good book
(as Jessica Hagendorn's Dogeaters and Gregory Macguire's The Ugly Stepsister)
2. An original CD
(as Lea Salonga's Cinderella, Sergio Mendez' Morning in Rio or Universal Music's The Very Best of Smooth Jazz)
3. A scrapbook/ digital art/ animation/ surprise dedicated to me
4. A La Senza brassiere
5. Scrapbooking or Arts and Crafts magazines
6. An iPod Classic, 80 Gb (though I can settle for 40 Gb, hehe)
7. A out-of-town, all-expense paid vacation trip
8. A Canon EOS DSLR Camera
9. To get a winning lottery ticket (given if I actually join the lottery)
10. Charley to ride a plane home and spend Christmas with me.
11. My grandma to get well soon and be rid of her horrid ailment.
12. Parokya ni Edgar, after three years, will still serenade me with their single, Gitara.
P.S. If David Cook would just dedicate his Always be My Baby song to me, I'd already be ecstatic. A Jose Marie Chan number can also do the trick!
P.P.S. Clothes, bags and shoes are always welcome items! I won't mind for a box of Lindtz orange chocolates, a box of G-tech pens, table/ room organizers, or a box filled with just paper of varying types, colors and sizes. hehe
Okay, enough daydreaming..
Man, it feels good getting those stuff out of my chest.
08 November 2008
Amistad
After my encounter with Lawrence Hill's Book of Negroes, I felt so engrossed in the tribulations of the colored people that I was compelled to venture further and read The Amistad written by David Pesci. The book was already translated into a movie directed by Steven Spielberg starring big names as Anthony Hopkins and Morgan Freeman. I finished reading it, coincidentally, on the day of the US Presidential elections, with Barack Obama winning by a landslide. The first Black (half) president of the United States of America.
Ironically, the name of the schooner, Amistad, meant friendship and yet was utilized to transport the Blacks from one port to the next. And, unlike Aminata Diallo, the protagonist of The Book of Negroes, the blacks in the Amistad, headed by Singbe, later to be called Joseph Cinque, didn't respond kindly to the threats of the slave owners and thus planned and caused a mutiny, killing most of the crew and leaving the slave traders and their young assistant alive. Since the Blacks cannot maneuver the ship, the were eventually scooped out of sea by the Americans who debated whether or not they are to be treated as free men.
This story occurred years after Aminata Diallo has established herself as a fluent and remarkable citizen in London. The Freetown was already present in Africa, but was not sufficient to hinder the acts of slavery happening within the continent. Although there were plenty of countries that have pledged against this abhorred abduction of men, there were some, like Spain, who have not seen its inhumane gravity against their convenience.
With the election of Obama into presidency, it illustrates how these men of color have moved on from their shady, disrespected past into becoming one of the most powerful people in the world. I don't believe that people in the 1800's could possibly fathom such an occurrence as what has just transpired in the last few days. In the course of a century, women have finally found voice in society and the Blacks have gained their due equality with the Whites. Though there are still pockets of people protesting against it, I believe the situation has improved dramatically and hopefully continue to do so in the years to come.
Ironically, the name of the schooner, Amistad, meant friendship and yet was utilized to transport the Blacks from one port to the next. And, unlike Aminata Diallo, the protagonist of The Book of Negroes, the blacks in the Amistad, headed by Singbe, later to be called Joseph Cinque, didn't respond kindly to the threats of the slave owners and thus planned and caused a mutiny, killing most of the crew and leaving the slave traders and their young assistant alive. Since the Blacks cannot maneuver the ship, the were eventually scooped out of sea by the Americans who debated whether or not they are to be treated as free men.
This story occurred years after Aminata Diallo has established herself as a fluent and remarkable citizen in London. The Freetown was already present in Africa, but was not sufficient to hinder the acts of slavery happening within the continent. Although there were plenty of countries that have pledged against this abhorred abduction of men, there were some, like Spain, who have not seen its inhumane gravity against their convenience.
With the election of Obama into presidency, it illustrates how these men of color have moved on from their shady, disrespected past into becoming one of the most powerful people in the world. I don't believe that people in the 1800's could possibly fathom such an occurrence as what has just transpired in the last few days. In the course of a century, women have finally found voice in society and the Blacks have gained their due equality with the Whites. Though there are still pockets of people protesting against it, I believe the situation has improved dramatically and hopefully continue to do so in the years to come.
04 November 2008
Three Generations Trailer
Rummaging through my CDs at home, I found my copy of this..
Back in college, for our Litera1 (Philippine Literature) final project, we were tasked to adopt a short story written by a local author and translate it into a trailer. Our group opted Nick Joaquin's Three Generations, which we renamed Sugatang Langit.
For most of Nick Joaquin's works, there is always the contrast between the liberals and the conservatives, a defiance of societal norms and a justification for such. In Three Generations, the story revolves around a grandfather, a father and a son. The grandfather is a lecherous man, very worldly and rough - a man of vice, if there should be any description to be made. His son, the father, disgusted by his father's acts had vowed never to do the same to his son, never to raise his hand to hit his son. But with the turn of events, apparently, things won't go as planned and blood shall reign over acts.
The trailer was directed by Cara Carriaga and Will Josue. For the lack of girls in our group, I had to take on two roles, that of the mother and the mistress, which was very funny since the characters were treating me in different sorts of ways that wouldn't be understood had this note not been highlighted. None of us have ever had any directing or acting experience during this shoot, which would explain the really bad acting. For the sake of the grade, we really did our best and this was the trailer we submitted.
Sigh.. Memories...
Back in college, for our Litera1 (Philippine Literature) final project, we were tasked to adopt a short story written by a local author and translate it into a trailer. Our group opted Nick Joaquin's Three Generations, which we renamed Sugatang Langit.
For most of Nick Joaquin's works, there is always the contrast between the liberals and the conservatives, a defiance of societal norms and a justification for such. In Three Generations, the story revolves around a grandfather, a father and a son. The grandfather is a lecherous man, very worldly and rough - a man of vice, if there should be any description to be made. His son, the father, disgusted by his father's acts had vowed never to do the same to his son, never to raise his hand to hit his son. But with the turn of events, apparently, things won't go as planned and blood shall reign over acts.
The trailer was directed by Cara Carriaga and Will Josue. For the lack of girls in our group, I had to take on two roles, that of the mother and the mistress, which was very funny since the characters were treating me in different sorts of ways that wouldn't be understood had this note not been highlighted. None of us have ever had any directing or acting experience during this shoot, which would explain the really bad acting. For the sake of the grade, we really did our best and this was the trailer we submitted.
Sigh.. Memories...
01 November 2008
Crimes for Christmas
November has just arrived on our doorsteps and already I've been hearing all sorts of rumors about children being nabbed, houses being robbed, civilian assaults and many such ungodly deeds. My mom has informed me that just a couple of streets away, a bunch of houses in a compound have already been robbed and she suspects that the security guard assigned in the area has something to do with the crimes.
Annually, once the -ber months turn the corner, people claim that crime rates escalate rapidly and policemen become double observant of traffic rules (and this isn't meant in a good way).
Just a couple of days ago, our maid told me to call the Barangay Tanods to make rounds along our area. Apparently, she has overheard a group of men talking about some pretty suspicious stuff at the corner of our street. The men, according to her, were huddled together and were talking about blocking front and back entrances, and when she passed, one of the men eyed where she was going - and the poor thing went straight to our gate.
A neighbor friend of theirs also confided that he noticed some guys sitting on the porch of our house, like they were waiting for someone. Now, I usually go home around 8 to 9 in the evening, and I would often be walking alone, so that piece of information alarmed me greatly. Our maid offered to fetch me where I get off so that I can be, at least, safer with the increase in number.
It is possible for me to point that she was paranoid, but the last time she informed me to call the Tanods because of suspicious characters lingering in our area, we had a big battlefield outside our doorsteps the very next day. Yes, there were big Armalite guns, firearms and policemen were screaming all sorts of commands. Our wall even secured two bullet holes. Thankfully, because of what she had done, our house was spared from being forcefully entered. There were three dead in the incident, and I saw our neighbor's maids wiping the blood stains off their gates and scrubbing the floors of their driveway.
Isn't it ironic that Christmas is meant to be a season to be jolly, a season of goodness and a season to remember and cherish the birth of Jesus Christ, and yet all these monstrosities would surface and dampen the joys and hope that the season is meant to bring? Isn't it ironic, and unchristianly, that men would steal money, kidnap children, threaten people and even corrupt another's peace of mind, just to bring gifts of joy and happiness to his family for this wonderful season of giving?
They have lost the essence of Christmas. Christmas is not about the gifts, although we all want to receive one, it is the celebration of our Christian faith, the celebration of family, and the celebration of hope, love and peace. It is the time to be thankful despite what one receives, because God has blessed us with another year, with our family and friends, with our lives.
Annually, once the -ber months turn the corner, people claim that crime rates escalate rapidly and policemen become double observant of traffic rules (and this isn't meant in a good way).
Just a couple of days ago, our maid told me to call the Barangay Tanods to make rounds along our area. Apparently, she has overheard a group of men talking about some pretty suspicious stuff at the corner of our street. The men, according to her, were huddled together and were talking about blocking front and back entrances, and when she passed, one of the men eyed where she was going - and the poor thing went straight to our gate.
A neighbor friend of theirs also confided that he noticed some guys sitting on the porch of our house, like they were waiting for someone. Now, I usually go home around 8 to 9 in the evening, and I would often be walking alone, so that piece of information alarmed me greatly. Our maid offered to fetch me where I get off so that I can be, at least, safer with the increase in number.
It is possible for me to point that she was paranoid, but the last time she informed me to call the Tanods because of suspicious characters lingering in our area, we had a big battlefield outside our doorsteps the very next day. Yes, there were big Armalite guns, firearms and policemen were screaming all sorts of commands. Our wall even secured two bullet holes. Thankfully, because of what she had done, our house was spared from being forcefully entered. There were three dead in the incident, and I saw our neighbor's maids wiping the blood stains off their gates and scrubbing the floors of their driveway.
Isn't it ironic that Christmas is meant to be a season to be jolly, a season of goodness and a season to remember and cherish the birth of Jesus Christ, and yet all these monstrosities would surface and dampen the joys and hope that the season is meant to bring? Isn't it ironic, and unchristianly, that men would steal money, kidnap children, threaten people and even corrupt another's peace of mind, just to bring gifts of joy and happiness to his family for this wonderful season of giving?
They have lost the essence of Christmas. Christmas is not about the gifts, although we all want to receive one, it is the celebration of our Christian faith, the celebration of family, and the celebration of hope, love and peace. It is the time to be thankful despite what one receives, because God has blessed us with another year, with our family and friends, with our lives.
30 October 2008
Drooling Over Scarf Dresses
I mentioned earlier that my boyfriend's sister has an online store called PinayenKikay, where she sells beautiful dresses for relatively cheap prices. Recently, she just posted a new collection - scarf dresses, and I am going crazy-drooling over them.
These two are my favorites:
Since black is really out of the question, I think these selections (green and violet) are really cool to get. Christmas is fast coming and I'm going to be needing some nice presentable dresses to wear especially for the many upcoming parties...
If you'd like to see more of her scarf dresses, just click here. Love em, love em! :D
These two are my favorites:
Since black is really out of the question, I think these selections (green and violet) are really cool to get. Christmas is fast coming and I'm going to be needing some nice presentable dresses to wear especially for the many upcoming parties...
If you'd like to see more of her scarf dresses, just click here. Love em, love em! :D
25 October 2008
RMG Fun Day - My First Attempt using Flash
A couple of months ago, my friend asked me to edit their video since I am a Communication Arts graduate and have had experience in video editing. Wanting to be ambitious, I offered to do it using Macromedia Flash. There was only one problem - I don't know how to use the program. I took the challenge as a push to pressure myself to learn and understand it, and this is what I came up with...
Ladies and gentlemen, my first attempt at Flash...
As a note, none of the pictures belong to me. I was merely responsible for conceptualizing, organizing, photoshopping (at times) and animating the videos and images provided to me, or which can be downloaded from the internet. The pictures are pixelized only upon uploading in YouTube. The original copy is crisp and clear.
Also, I would like to thank Charmaine Cobankiat and Nenzie Lapid for mentoring me as I completed this project.
The video was made for my friend's outing with her workmates as a part of their work's benefits. Their office gave each employee $100.00 to spend on a vacation and to document and present their vacation in a video. The winning video in the Philippines will compete with other winners in the Asia Pacific, then International categories. With God's grace, our video had made it to the International level, but unfortunately, didn't garner the winning spot. But, for a beginner, that was really something worth boasting! :D
Ladies and gentlemen, my first attempt at Flash...
As a note, none of the pictures belong to me. I was merely responsible for conceptualizing, organizing, photoshopping (at times) and animating the videos and images provided to me, or which can be downloaded from the internet. The pictures are pixelized only upon uploading in YouTube. The original copy is crisp and clear.
Also, I would like to thank Charmaine Cobankiat and Nenzie Lapid for mentoring me as I completed this project.
The video was made for my friend's outing with her workmates as a part of their work's benefits. Their office gave each employee $100.00 to spend on a vacation and to document and present their vacation in a video. The winning video in the Philippines will compete with other winners in the Asia Pacific, then International categories. With God's grace, our video had made it to the International level, but unfortunately, didn't garner the winning spot. But, for a beginner, that was really something worth boasting! :D
Analog Soul's Ninoy "I Can" Tee
When Analog Soul came up with this shirt, I was extremely giddy over it. It's their fourth Ninoy Shirt, in collaboration with the YoNinoy group and I confess that I really like it.
The shirt was designed by AJ Salazar and sells for P550.00. It was inspired by the life of Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino, and carries the manifesto of the YoNinoy/AnalogSoul project:
I've never had the privilege of seeing Ninoy Aquino. He was long dead by the time I was born. Assassinated as he was getting off his plane. Hailed as the hero who inspired the toppling down the Marcos regime via the EDSA revolution. He was the man I read in history books, who was exiled, but I stop reading once the plot gets political-boring. I know him as the man who impregnated Corazon Aquino and spawned the irritating existence of Kris Aquino. He is the man on the 500 peso bill and the man whose name is coupled with the Philippine's international airport. Aside from those facts, I know nothing of him.
In celebration of his 25th anniversary, a bunch of design houses collaborated and came up with a Ninoy collection. Among these houses are Team Manila, Bench and Analog Soul. Their aim, as I understand, is to inspire the youths to copy and imbibe Ninoy's sense of patriotism, his virtues and his stand for change and equity. A modern day hero, they call him. Bringing Ninoy back into Filipino consciousness is perhaps the very first step in calling people to reexamine and reevaluate his short lived but fruitful service and become modern day heroes in their own ways.
The shirt was designed by AJ Salazar and sells for P550.00. It was inspired by the life of Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino, and carries the manifesto of the YoNinoy/AnalogSoul project:
I CAN CHANGE THE COURSE OF HISTORY
I CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE
I CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE
I've never had the privilege of seeing Ninoy Aquino. He was long dead by the time I was born. Assassinated as he was getting off his plane. Hailed as the hero who inspired the toppling down the Marcos regime via the EDSA revolution. He was the man I read in history books, who was exiled, but I stop reading once the plot gets political-boring. I know him as the man who impregnated Corazon Aquino and spawned the irritating existence of Kris Aquino. He is the man on the 500 peso bill and the man whose name is coupled with the Philippine's international airport. Aside from those facts, I know nothing of him.
In celebration of his 25th anniversary, a bunch of design houses collaborated and came up with a Ninoy collection. Among these houses are Team Manila, Bench and Analog Soul. Their aim, as I understand, is to inspire the youths to copy and imbibe Ninoy's sense of patriotism, his virtues and his stand for change and equity. A modern day hero, they call him. Bringing Ninoy back into Filipino consciousness is perhaps the very first step in calling people to reexamine and reevaluate his short lived but fruitful service and become modern day heroes in their own ways.
Wii in the Office
Check this out!!!
We have 42 inch LCD monitor and Wii in our office.
And the office people are really going ga-ga over it. It's been a week and I haven't tried it though :( Loser! hehe
We have 42 inch LCD monitor and Wii in our office.
And the office people are really going ga-ga over it. It's been a week and I haven't tried it though :( Loser! hehe
24 October 2008
Philippine Project Runway at SMX
Last night, my best friend, her sister and I went to SMX (where the Philippine Fashion Week is being held) to witness the collections of the first top three contenders in the Philippine's Project Runway. It started an hour later than scheduled, of which I am dreadfully thankful for since I arrived unfashionably late (I wasn't wearing anything fashionable, just my work clothes!) because I had to rush from my second work to the event venue.
When Theresa, the beautiful host of the show appeared to open the ceremony, I couldn't help but stare at her. She was an actual person, she actually exists! Sure, we all know she does because we get to see her on television, but it's an astounding experience to see her in front of you for real. To be honest, seeing most of the contestants and judges in person was overwhelming - this is really happening, and someone's career is really at stake!
The first to showcase his collection was Phillip and I must admit that his clothes were absolutely gorgeous. The models had the same hair that resemble pots on their heads, of which reminds me of ethnic groups. His theme, in my opinion, is more grounded on the Philippine culture and carries the natural barong colors. Most of his work are highly detailed, and would often bring a memory recall of his innovative use of the table cloth during the wedding gown episode. I'd assume that his target is of an older and more sophisticated class. In one word, I'd call his collection deliciously "Imeldific"!
The second to present his set was Veejay Floresca. Being the designer of my friend's gown for our upcoming high school reunion, I was really intrigued with what he has to offer, and I was badly disappointed. His collection appeared to have a light mocha, modern day urban lifestyle theme. Contrasted against Phillip's intricate collection, Veejay displayed a rather minimalist line, which my friend commented, "Looked RTW". Some of the dresses appeared unflattering or difficult (the fit didn't seem right) for the models. Sorry Veejay.
Last, but most definitely not the least was Aries' line. It was, as he mentioned, dedicated to his mother and entitled, "More Than A Woman". Coupled with a very catchy song, the audience generously gave him a hearty applause for a lot of pieces in the collection. The clothes were dark, modern urban (mostly for night wear) and are exceptional with their daring but tasteful cuts. They were fresh and classy, but at the same time very sexy. The crowds cheered more enthusiastically as one of his dresses was transformed into a three piece ensemble that the models paraded together and individually. My friend and I absolutely loved his collection! I must say that I have no doubts Aries is going to bag the winning title, but of course people have different opinions so I may be wrong.
When Theresa, the beautiful host of the show appeared to open the ceremony, I couldn't help but stare at her. She was an actual person, she actually exists! Sure, we all know she does because we get to see her on television, but it's an astounding experience to see her in front of you for real. To be honest, seeing most of the contestants and judges in person was overwhelming - this is really happening, and someone's career is really at stake!
The first to showcase his collection was Phillip and I must admit that his clothes were absolutely gorgeous. The models had the same hair that resemble pots on their heads, of which reminds me of ethnic groups. His theme, in my opinion, is more grounded on the Philippine culture and carries the natural barong colors. Most of his work are highly detailed, and would often bring a memory recall of his innovative use of the table cloth during the wedding gown episode. I'd assume that his target is of an older and more sophisticated class. In one word, I'd call his collection deliciously "Imeldific"!
The second to present his set was Veejay Floresca. Being the designer of my friend's gown for our upcoming high school reunion, I was really intrigued with what he has to offer, and I was badly disappointed. His collection appeared to have a light mocha, modern day urban lifestyle theme. Contrasted against Phillip's intricate collection, Veejay displayed a rather minimalist line, which my friend commented, "Looked RTW". Some of the dresses appeared unflattering or difficult (the fit didn't seem right) for the models. Sorry Veejay.
Last, but most definitely not the least was Aries' line. It was, as he mentioned, dedicated to his mother and entitled, "More Than A Woman". Coupled with a very catchy song, the audience generously gave him a hearty applause for a lot of pieces in the collection. The clothes were dark, modern urban (mostly for night wear) and are exceptional with their daring but tasteful cuts. They were fresh and classy, but at the same time very sexy. The crowds cheered more enthusiastically as one of his dresses was transformed into a three piece ensemble that the models paraded together and individually. My friend and I absolutely loved his collection! I must say that I have no doubts Aries is going to bag the winning title, but of course people have different opinions so I may be wrong.
22 October 2008
That's Not Fair
My mom's cousin was married last Saturday. In preparation for that event, my mom told me to buy a dress since it is a formal party and I needed a long gown. Most of my dresses at home are black, which is an absolute no-no, according to my mom, since being traditional Chinese, my relatives may misinterpret my intentions as unsupportive and malicious.
I purchased a long violet dress that flatters my busty figure. When my mom saw it, we had an argument because "her side of the family" doesn't wear such revealing clothes. Sexy can be tasteful, and a cleavage showing dress is not the way to go. Therefore, I'd have to set the dress aside and look for another one. Luckily, I found one of my aunt's old dresses.
On the day of the event, I learned that my other aunts and cousins were wearing black dresses with such low cuts that I could see almost half their breasts bulging out of them. My grandaunts, who are already in their 60s, were wearing knee short dresses, which my mom said was too sexy for their age. I was the only one, who is not among the entourage, wearing a powder blue, floor length gown. You can just imagine my horror.
When I complained to my mom that all the rules she told me were not even followed and her allegations that black is not acceptable were refuted by the fact that almost every other kid my age was wearing it, she just told me.."Well, they came from Canada so their culture is different there."
Am I sensing a bias here? Just because someone came from Canada, means they'd be excused from prying, criticizing glances. Just because they came from Canada, they are no longer held back with their options? I am from the Philippines, but I know what I want to wear, can't have I have that luxury to choose?
What happened to the conservative people in "her side of the family"?
Just to point it out: I don't have any issue with my mom telling me that I shouldn't wear particular clothes. I just don't like the idea that others are allowed/ excused to wear anything they want, (and thus didn't have to SPEND) because of their nationality - it just sounds so "double standard".
I purchased a long violet dress that flatters my busty figure. When my mom saw it, we had an argument because "her side of the family" doesn't wear such revealing clothes. Sexy can be tasteful, and a cleavage showing dress is not the way to go. Therefore, I'd have to set the dress aside and look for another one. Luckily, I found one of my aunt's old dresses.
On the day of the event, I learned that my other aunts and cousins were wearing black dresses with such low cuts that I could see almost half their breasts bulging out of them. My grandaunts, who are already in their 60s, were wearing knee short dresses, which my mom said was too sexy for their age. I was the only one, who is not among the entourage, wearing a powder blue, floor length gown. You can just imagine my horror.
When I complained to my mom that all the rules she told me were not even followed and her allegations that black is not acceptable were refuted by the fact that almost every other kid my age was wearing it, she just told me.."Well, they came from Canada so their culture is different there."
Am I sensing a bias here? Just because someone came from Canada, means they'd be excused from prying, criticizing glances. Just because they came from Canada, they are no longer held back with their options? I am from the Philippines, but I know what I want to wear, can't have I have that luxury to choose?
What happened to the conservative people in "her side of the family"?
Just to point it out: I don't have any issue with my mom telling me that I shouldn't wear particular clothes. I just don't like the idea that others are allowed/ excused to wear anything they want, (and thus didn't have to SPEND) because of their nationality - it just sounds so "double standard".
21 October 2008
Discourteous Waitress at Teriyaki Boy, Greenbelt
My friend just came back from the States today and we decided to have our lunch together. Of all the restaurants, we chose to have it at Teriyaki Boy, along Paseo de Roxas corner Legaspi Street. It would've been a pleasant visit, had it not been for one waitress who needs to be reminded of proper customer attendance.
There were already hints of her being rude at the ordering phase of our visit, but I didn't pay it much attention. Whenever we needed anything, she would just drop the item on our table and walk away briskly, like she was trying to avoid any communication with us. I would understand a very busy store with lots of customers, but her treatment was deliberate and discourteous, as my friend later observed.
After our meal, we asked for the bill and she did the same thing - she walked beside our table, and WITHOUT STOPPING, just drops the billing folder on our table, mutters "bill" then goes away. She came back while my friend was still computing our individual expenses. My friend was slightly leaning over the OPEN folder, tapping on her cellphone and checking if the figures match, and as the money was already in the folder, the waitress, WITHOUT ASKING, tried to take away the folder; my friend had to stop her to tell her she isn't done paying yet.
I felt extremely disrespected as a customer and have decided to fill in the customer feedback sheet in order to express my unhappiness. Since both of us didn't bring any pens, we asked to borrow her pen while the waitress finally got to take our bill. While walking she turns and says, "GINAGAMIT KO EH, MAMAYA NALANG. (I'm still using it. I'll lend it later)". She didn't return with the pen.
BAD SERVICE. DISRESPECTFUL.
That does it. I'm posting this complaint in my blog.
There were already hints of her being rude at the ordering phase of our visit, but I didn't pay it much attention. Whenever we needed anything, she would just drop the item on our table and walk away briskly, like she was trying to avoid any communication with us. I would understand a very busy store with lots of customers, but her treatment was deliberate and discourteous, as my friend later observed.
After our meal, we asked for the bill and she did the same thing - she walked beside our table, and WITHOUT STOPPING, just drops the billing folder on our table, mutters "bill" then goes away. She came back while my friend was still computing our individual expenses. My friend was slightly leaning over the OPEN folder, tapping on her cellphone and checking if the figures match, and as the money was already in the folder, the waitress, WITHOUT ASKING, tried to take away the folder; my friend had to stop her to tell her she isn't done paying yet.
I felt extremely disrespected as a customer and have decided to fill in the customer feedback sheet in order to express my unhappiness. Since both of us didn't bring any pens, we asked to borrow her pen while the waitress finally got to take our bill. While walking she turns and says, "GINAGAMIT KO EH, MAMAYA NALANG. (I'm still using it. I'll lend it later)". She didn't return with the pen.
BAD SERVICE. DISRESPECTFUL.
That does it. I'm posting this complaint in my blog.
18 October 2008
Say Hello To My Manga
Recently, I've noticed that many of my peer's are uploading comic-like edgy avatars. Not wanting to be in the dark, I asked one of my friends, Edge, where they had their cartoons done and he pointed me to this site, Face Your Manga.
Following the instructions, I've come up with this.. say hello to my manga!
To those who don't know what a manga is, it's a Japanese term that denotes a cartoon or a caricature often "convey(ing) a sense of free-flowing composition and quirky style."
Following the instructions, I've come up with this.. say hello to my manga!
To those who don't know what a manga is, it's a Japanese term that denotes a cartoon or a caricature often "convey(ing) a sense of free-flowing composition and quirky style."
17 October 2008
Christmas Gifts for Guys
Once the -ber months start, we all know that December is just around the corner and Christmas songs will begin to ring in every other mall you go to. It also signals the need to save and prepare one's Christmas give-aways. Even at this early time, I've already prepared my list and their respective receivables - I've even purchased some of the items so I won't feel the absurd pain in my wallet, or brave the anarchic traffic and fighting of shopping crowds during the merry season.
My list is almost complete, but I still have a couple more blanks to fill. In all my years of giving, I've always felt stumped when it comes to giving gifts to my guy friends. Shirts are usually out of the question, as I am not sure of their sizes, especially with the inconsistent sizing here in Asia. I've been giving bags, drinking games, Parker pens, sketch pads and books for the past years and this year, I want to give something novel or at the very least something that they'd appreciate, but within budget.
Can anyone help suggest any gifts for guys?
My list is almost complete, but I still have a couple more blanks to fill. In all my years of giving, I've always felt stumped when it comes to giving gifts to my guy friends. Shirts are usually out of the question, as I am not sure of their sizes, especially with the inconsistent sizing here in Asia. I've been giving bags, drinking games, Parker pens, sketch pads and books for the past years and this year, I want to give something novel or at the very least something that they'd appreciate, but within budget.
Can anyone help suggest any gifts for guys?
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