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Copywriting Class

2012-01-25T00:33:00.001+08:00

Remember that cutie classmate of mine from last term? Well, we're classmates again in one of my classes. This time, he sits a row behind me. But enough about him. I think I've already mentioned that the prof in this class is difficult. Let's change that to "strict".

The second meeting was way better than the first one. He didn't seem that uptight this time. He made us write essays on our first meeting and returned our graded work last week. While the papers were being distributed, he announced that there were two outputs that stood out and that he would read both in front of the class. The good news is one of those was mine. The not-so-good news mine had the lower score of 97 and the other one got 99. I know, I know. But it would have been really great to score the highest. Oh well. I hope there's more cool activities ahead.

P.S.
I also learned from last week's class that cutie classmate and I are practically neighbors... Stalking isn't technically illegal, is it?

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6

2012-01-24T12:49:00.000+08:00

I feel like such a bad mother. This baby turned 6 two days ago and I didn't even remember. It has crossed my mind several times since last month though.

It's not much, I know. I barely have readers but that's okay. I didn't start this blog for anyone else but myself anyway. I do get giddy over new followers and new comments and hits but ultimately, the goal is to "express, not to impress" as my college mentors said.

It has come a long way from this to whatever it is now. I like to think that, to an extent, it has grown with me. From that boring night in 2006 to this boring day in 2012. Oh how time flies.

I've talked about several issues (personal or otherwise) and has featured many characters by whom, in one way or another, I was touched literally and figuratively. Hahah... I love how I have been able to document all that so once a while, I go back to my own stories and ponder on the changes (or lack thereof) that occurred.

I have to admit. Lately, I haven't been feeling like airing out any of my thoughts. Maybe it's just a phase, I don't know. But come to think of it, I haven't had any blog hiatus since I started this little personal online nook. I know some bloggers do that. But not me. Whether out of town or out of the country, I've always made it a point to update this and save my stories here. I guess it's a commitment that I've subconsciously made to myself and I wish to hold on to that for as long as I can.

As for you, the millions and millions (Hah!) of readers that have shown interest in my stories, thank you.

More stories, more characters and more fun ~~in the Philippines~~ coming up!

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Broken Glasses

2012-01-22T18:41:00.002+08:00

It's the end of an (eyewear) era. I found them broken in the pouch that I keep in my backpack a few weeks ago. It wasn't until recently though that I felt how much of a loss this is.

I got these from Cotton On in Hong Kong. I had the dark lenses replaced with prescription ones. I miss wearing them and the fond reactions I got when I had them on.

But it's one of those good things that had to come to an end. I wore them to their capacity anyway. Besides, soon enough, I know I'll be seeing things from a different view. A better one.

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It's About Time

2012-01-22T01:55:00.000+08:00

There's something wrong with this picture. I study, I work and since October, I have also taken on an internship which is ending in a month. No wonder I've been so tired and stressed and have been getting sick lately. What gets me is I don't think the rewards are worth it.

Well, school is fine. In fact, I find my self excited to go to class every once in a while.

The internship was initially enjoyable. Lately though, it's been a drag, mainly because of the excessive number crunching. I have never done so much Excel work in my life. Talk about brain hemorrhage.

As for the work that I do at my uncle's company, well, I'm not even a regularly employed there. The job is uninspiring and the pay is bad.

I just realized that I've been wasting so much time doing things that I don't enjoy. That has to change. I have to turn things around.

This touching TV commercial hits the spot quite accurately.

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Breaking Down

2012-01-17T22:14:00.000+08:00

The connection between the washing machine and the water supply is ~~leaky~~ non-existent (I had to pull it off). I am so done with this internship. Everyday, I analyze numbers and court Excel from start to end. There are tasks that need to be done at my other office. One of our new professors seems difficult to deal with.

One more little mishap and I'm bald-Britney-with-a-green-umbrella.

I need to go shopping. I want a facial. I want a massage. I have to survive until Friday. I cannot wait for the long weekend.

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Lovely Breakfast

2012-01-15T15:14:00.000+08:00

McDo pancakes and fresh strawberries. Two of my favorite things in one breakfast.

Talk about starting the day right.

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Consumer Corner: Philips In-Ear Headphones

2012-01-12T23:48:00.003+08:00

There's nothing like drifting away from the rest of the world than slapping on earphones and let good music take you elsewhere. That's how I make lemonade out of lemons when taking the bus or the train or when flight attendants play a game onboard when all I really want to do is sleep. So when my Philips earphones broke the other day, I was so pissed. I only had them for 5 months. That was my second pair. The first one also broke after a few months of use. Same problem. Some wires close to the jack probably snapped and only one earphone worked. It could also be my fault as I like to put my tiny, old school iPod in my pocket where it's tight and gets beaten up when I move around and I store it in this small compartment of my backpack with the wire wrapped around it. Still, at P800+, I expected more. It's too bad because the sound quality was really good.

Being the mild hoarder that I am, I've been keeping the original packaging of both earphones complete with receipts and plastic bags. Partly because there's a warranty not that it still matters now as I'm pretty sure it's no longer covered.

Anyway, I'm done with those Philips earphones. I'm now trying Urbanears, a Swedish brand.

It's ~~partly~~ mostly because of it's aesthetic appeal (neat packaging!) but we'll see if it starts and ends there.

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Planners

2012-01-07T00:55:00.002+08:00

For someone who is not really a fan of planning, this is too much.

Blank 2012

One I bought because it's cute and the artwork and text were done by good friends. The other one was gifted to me. I'm still not sure what to do with both.

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Sparklers and Tearjerkers

2012-01-05T00:00:00.003+08:00

It's a new year but for some reason, I feel like nothing has changed except for the last two digits on my calendar.

I welcomed 2012 at home with my family, or at least those who were still there. We sort of celebrated it with my sister too who is in Dubai. It makes me wonder if that's how we're going to spend the following holidays once my parents leave.

It was great to be home. I got to bond with everyone; cousins, nephews, nieces, friends. But a certain pain would pierce through my now less toned chest. It has always been the plan. I've been hoping for it to push through. People asked me how I feel about it and expressed my support for it but it wasn't until recently that I realized how difficult it's going to be when my parents leave for the US and me left here with no immediate family member in the same country.

I always thought I was independent enough. Hah! Now each time I think about it I get so damn emotional making me want to fly back home and just relish the time we have left together.

I understand. I have siblings and I'm sure there have been many instances when they've wanted to jump on the next flight just to hear my parents say everything's going to be okay and feel their embrace.

Oh gawd. The things I'm saying now. This is supposed to be how we spent New Year's Eve with sparklers, polka dots and drinking at the side of the street.

I know I just said it seems like nothing much has changed. Well, now that I'm thinking about it, brace yourself.

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End of Year Thoughts: Friends and More

2011-12-31T22:59:00.002+08:00

I have met new friends and further cultivated pre-existing friendships this year. Some have grown to be more meaningful, some not so much. Nonetheless, I am thankful for the ones that I have at the moment.

Then there are those non-friends. Flames. When I think about it, there hasn't been much in terms of number. I am certain I met much less guys this 2011 compared to the past years. I don't know. Something happened. Changes. I'm not complaining because I have more peace this way. It's like I am more in control.

Anyhow, I am optimistic about 2012. Here's to more fantastic, blossoming relationships ahead!

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NYE Staples

2011-12-31T22:41:00.001+08:00

I'm kicking myself in the head for forgetting my new year whistle. But it's ok. Here at home, my mom has managed to start a tradition several years ago with her polka dot strips of cloth every NYE.

2009-2010

2010-2011

Tonight

Have an awesome 2012 everyone!

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End of Year Thoughts: Family

2011-12-31T22:06:00.000+08:00

I miss spending the holidays with my family all complete and together, one zip code, one timezone. But we grow old and hopefully, apart only physically.

This year, the family was blessed with another member. She's my first niece and I have yet to meet her in person. Based on the photos, she's fabulous!

I'm spending new year's eve at home with my parents and relatives. It's great but I can't help but wish my siblings and their own families were also here. This new year celebration is meaningful because it may be the last one (until God knows when) that I spend with the parentals here at home. They're set to migrate to the US in less than two months to join my brother and sister. It's seriously scaring me but I think I'll be fine.

There are still issues to be settled but I believe that sooner or later, everything will fall in its right place, no matter the distance and time difference.

In 2012, we will begin to live different lives in separate parts of the world. I am hopeful that these changes will indeed only make the love grow fonder and the bond stronger.

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Pictionary: Cebu Overnighter

2011-12-31T20:40:00.002+08:00

This is pretty late, I know.

Once done with work, which is what I was there for, my Cebu tourist-y immersion together with another representative from work include the Basilica del Sto. Niño, Magellan's Cross, the Taoist Temple, Casa Verde and Shamrock.

I want to try the sky walk, the beaches and of course the lechon next time.

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End of Year Thoughts: Faith and Miracles

2011-12-31T16:37:00.003+08:00

It's the last day of the year so I can't help but ponder on some memorable things that happened during 2011. It was definitely not an easy year. Health-wise, I feel like every single challenge was thrown at me. I'm most probably to blame for the most part but despite all that, I'm still thankful, especially for the favorable HIV screening and dengue test results.

Because of health concerns, I didn't get to visit Cebu in September. I was excited because it would have been my first time. I never really had any reason to visit but I thought I should since I've heard so much about it. But that weekend, I was a no-show for my CEB flight and flew home instead. It sucked because I really wanted to go. So I thought "Maybe next year."

Then this internship landed on my lap in October. Just when I thought it's about to end, the program gets extended. I also learned that I'll be sent to Cebu for an event. It was work, yes, and it was very tiring but I'm happy about it because it's my first and the only new place I visited this year.

It's just amazing how He finds ways at the right time.

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Pending Penises

2011-12-30T20:59:00.000+08:00

There are two guys that I didn't get to meet recently because I was too busy.

The first one is an established marketing professional who is so nice he's bordering boring. I've been talking to him for a few weeks now. He texts almost everyday and calls once in a while. He's also 10 years older than me. I don't mind the age difference so much but I wish he would be more interesting and exciting.

This other guy that I'm supposed to go out on a date with is my friend Jeff's friend. It's so funny because of all my friends, it's him, a straight guy, that is setting me up on a blind date. I don't know anything about the guy except he has a buff body and dresses well. The latter part of course is according to Jeff's own observation. The initial plan was to go out before Christmas but with all the events class craziness among others, that didn't push through. Unless that guy is no longer up for it, we're going to have to squeeze in that date in 2012.

I would have met more guys, either for clean or dirty fun but it's either I was just uninterested or again, busy.

I hope the new year brings more happiness--not necessarily in the form of guys or dates but I wouldn't mind that either because hello, it's about time I get myself into a serious committed relationship. Major changes are right ahead, I can feel.

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Tired Traveler

2011-12-30T01:55:00.000+08:00

Sleepless and with only oatmeal in my tummy, I went to the airport around 11:30 am and found the longest lines, the biggest crowd of travelers I've seen in NAIA Terminal 3. It was crazy. Everyone's going on holiday trips.

It seems like the airlines/airport can't keep up with the volume of travelers though. My 1:30 pm flight to Iloilo was moved to 4:25 pm due to technical reasons. Just what I needed. I was really looking forward to sleeping in the plane and more in the hotel before meeting friends for dinner. But I didn't need to be more stressed about it so I just decided to grab a sandwich and some cookies.

Thank goodness my brother sent me his old Blackberry. It was fun hottie watching (there were lots) but I couldn't do just that for 3 hours.

Four o'clock rolled around and still no boarding announcement. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw the Cebu Pacific ground staff at our gate handing out Jollibee meals. More waiting, 4:45 pm was our new estimated departure time.

As there were too many exhausted travelers waiting, a lot of us had to settle for the floor. I had my Chicken Joy Japanese style. It ain't Bon Chon but hey.

The rest of the time I spent walking around, browsing online and live Tweeting my flight delay debacle.

Surprisingly, I didn't hate the experience so much. I just wanted to make sure that the flight doesn't get cancelled altogether. It was out of my control so I might as well take it lightly. Besides, other people, including elderly and handicap ones, were also subjected to the same inconveniences.

It was already almost 6 pm when we finally left Manila. I was out for the most part of the flight. You can just imagine how glad I was upon landing ILO. I couldn't wait to get to my hotel.

Then, just when I thought things were looking up, it turns out they didn't have the exact room I had my friend reserve.

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A Chill in the Air

2011-12-25T11:33:00.002+08:00

Stop stuffing your face with potatoes and what-not! JK.

How I wish you were here. I walked along Makati Avenue alone last night. I looked for a cake to no avail. Got a cab at the same spot.

I hope you're doing good and taking care of yourself. Happy Hanukkah!

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Holiday Rush

2011-12-24T16:45:00.002+08:00

Just a few hours before Christmas and I still don't know how and where I'll be by midnight. It's my first Christmas away from ~~home~~ any family member. I've attended four parties but really, all I've been wanting to do is get more sleep and relax. It's been pretty hectic lately.

All I did today was do my laundry and clean the bathroom. I've been so busy I haven't had time for such mundane activities. I wish I had more time to do other things. Don't even get me started about gift shopping.

In the meantime, I desperately need a haircut so I have to go. Enjoy the holidays! Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah everyone!

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Pattern at POEA

2011-12-23T23:59:00.001+08:00

Is it just me or is this so Jonathan Adler?

Oh, these government offices.

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The South

2011-12-18T01:19:00.001+08:00

Greetings from Cebu! I'm only here for a night for work but I'm glad to have made this trip because I've never been here. I know.

The way from the airport.

Dinner treat by our host.

I was supposed to visit in October. I even already had tickets. But something came up so I was a no-show. Anyway, I'm beat. The event was insane. Good night.

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Stress Express

2011-12-16T00:09:00.003+08:00

It's a whirlwind of activities. Done with events but there's one more final presentation this Saturday. The former went pretty well. As for the latter, we barely have anything to present. Then there's work. I intended to blog more but alas I'm always out of energy.

It's been some time since I last had a complete 8-hour sleep. Even when I was at home, I didn't sleep long enough. Naturally, my body is reacting to the stress. I've had this heartburn for almost two weeks now and my throat has also given in. I'm a mess.

I'm running on vitamins and a whole lot of stubbornness. I hope I make it to next week when hopefully, everything will be more laid back. Again, hopefully.

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The Neighborhood Tailor

2011-12-10T21:30:00.001+08:00

Greetings from my hometown! I'm here for the weekend to attend my cousin's wedding.

After the festivities, my pops and I walked to the neighborhood tailor today. It's the same one who has been making our barongs since I was a lot younger. He also made the military-inspired pants that I designed back when I was in fifth grade. Yeah, I started early.

It's good to know he's still around. His shop reeks though. I'm glad he's quick so we didn't have to stay there for very long.

I had some old button-down shirts altered. They're pretty decent but are too big. Hopefully the result will be good so I can finally wear them soon after being stored in the closet unused for years. They're too nice to be put to waste. By tomorrow, I'll be able to get one to check the fit. Is he fast or what? I'm not sure how much it's going to cost (thanks to pops) but I don't think it's as much as it is in Manila.

When we got there, he was working on a pair of Levi's jeans which he was supposed to reduce to 31" from 40". According to my father, who is a loyal client, this tailor used to be based in Manila. He also used to have other tailors working for him. But they were too stubborn so he decided to get rid of them and go solo. I wish there were more like him who prioritize craftsmanship and not just money. His work is clean and he really understands tailoring.

Also, there's something wonderful about going to that tailor today with my father. It's just like the old times.

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In Motion

2011-12-07T22:43:00.001+08:00

See what has been draining me physically, mentally and financially.

This Tuesday, our event will cap off this class with a party featuring a fashion show of 60 looks from 4 collections. We have been slaving over this so I really hope everything turns out fine.

Let me know if you'd like to come. :)

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Us and the City

2011-12-03T01:03:00.001+08:00

Well, if you're tired, you take a nap-a, you don't move to Napa! It still makes me laugh. It's one of my most favorite episodes. Plus 'Moon River' is a beautiful song. Everything is just gripping, so emotional.

All I was missing tonight were pink Louboutins. *sigh*

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Penguins in Manila

2011-11-30T23:28:00.001+08:00

It has been around for some time now but I never got the chance or the interest to go to Manila Ocean Park until this weekend. My parents were visiting and they brought my 10 year-old cousin so I suggested paid the place a visit.

I personally thought the rates were quite steep but I guess it takes that much to maintain such demanding facilities. It was a good time to go because they recently launched a new attraction; penguins! They are the cutest! See how adorable they are and the rest of their marine living friends below.

What a fun weekend. I still think of those penguins fondly.

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Fight!

2011-11-30T10:58:00.001+08:00

This battle is certainly not easy. The numbers are alarming and no one is spared.

Even when I'm not active in the playground, I still get scared. And it's not just because I'm paranoid like that. Talking about it is one thing, actually doing it is a different story. It's a long, hard battle--and yes I'm aware of the naughty pun. I'm not one to preach because I've done some mistakes in the past and who knows up to when I can play my cards this well? Then again I think it's the same experiences that warrant me to sound the alarm. It's not fun being subjected to such emotional and mental turmoil while waiting for the test result.

So think about it. Yes, long and hard. Think before you fuck, before you suck or whatever it is that may expose you to risks.

On a lighter note, here's some Gaga goodness for some encouraging musical scoring.

Take care.

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Save the Date

2011-11-27T00:38:00.001+08:00

See you.

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Sweet Saviors

2011-11-19T21:20:00.001+08:00

There's so much going on right now and I can barely keep up. It's one of those times when I seriously, yet again, just want to break away and breathe. But since that's impossible right now, I try to relieve myself with more feasible options.

This one, unfortunately, is not very good for the waistline.

Thanks to relatives in Dubai and a friend who recently visited Austria and another friend who went to Japan.

It doesn't help that I've stopped going to the gym but what the fuck. I need the sugar rush and as much endorphins as I can get.

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The Boy With the Star Tattoo

2011-11-18T20:14:00.001+08:00

I'm telling you it is such a small gay world. Seriously. It's not even funny.

After over a year, we see each other again. The moment I caught a glimpse of him I started rummaging through my brain trying to find a name for that face, for that tattoo. Then I remembered. And because I'm curious and perhaps also stupid, I managed to end up in the same jeepney as him... and his male companion.

So it looks like he still lives in the same place. I think about that time we met. We talked and walked around a spot near my place then ate a little. It was intimate but not carnal. He was charming but also quite lonely. He was also younger so I had my inhibitions, doubts. Then, we stopped talking to each other. After some time, I tried to meet up with him only to be cancelled on at the last minute. Something came up. He admitted it was because he was seeing someone else that night.

Then over a year later, here we are. Me, exhausted, just got out of work, with my earphones on, heading home early on a Friday night. Him, with that tattoo, carrying a guitar, and if I'm not mistaken, more muscular although still a little short. I think he recognized me. We exchanged a few glances. Those eyes. We didn't talk to each other though.

As for the other guy, he might be the boyfriend, the guy he saw that night instead of me, I don't know. I was more interested in what's inside the Topman bag he was holding.

After a few minutes, it was time for me to alight. I contemplated on giving him a look before stepping out but I didn't. I just walked away, picked up my laundry and headed home.

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Random Rants

2011-11-13T20:46:00.001+08:00

November Friday

Italian film fest. Tofu chips. Japanese dinner. City lights. McDo. Late night walk. MFG. 11.11.11.

Bench and Georgina Wilson on ANTM

Georgina for Bench Body. Shot in Greece. Not my favorite photo of her.

This hasn't been shown on local cable yet but I already saw the entire episode online. Uhm, that's it? I expected girlfriend to get more airtime than 5 seconds. Great publicity for Bench though. Filipino fashion designer Michael Cinco is also on the show. His creations will be featured on the final runway show which is kind of a big deal.

The One That Got Away

I'm still warming up to the song but the video is touching. And OMG Diego Luna!

It's refreshingly "normal".

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Crucifix

2011-11-12T01:40:00.001+08:00

Have I told you my mom brought me a crucifix? Yeah. The last time they were here she noticed the absence of such in my room so when they came back last week, she brought me one. Not contented with that, she also left me with this wooden, foldable frame with holy images on both sides. It's like she's trying to perform an exorcism. A simple, minimalist cross would've sufficed really.

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Patchi

2011-11-10T06:56:00.001+08:00

Thanks to my sister, I got a taste of Patchi, the revered brand of chocolate from Lebanon that opened an outlet at The Fort several months ago. Popular among celebrities, savoring this confections may just be considered a luxury.

This definitely ain't Goya. It's creamy, smooth, not too sweet, but I'm not sure if that justifies its price.

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Consumer Corner: Bench Fix Agent Bond

2011-11-07T01:50:00.000+08:00

When it comes to hair styling, I've always favored the bed head look. I like the wash-and-wear principle so I can save time and worry less about locks being out of place. But when I do feel the need to change things up a bit, I normally brush my hair up (when it's long enough) for a sleeker more polished look. I have a thick head of hair so it's not easy. That's when Bench Fix's Agent Bond Styling Gum comes in.

Gum not gel.

I've been using Bench Fix hair products for years now and I'm very satisfied. First of all, they're inexpensive yet innovative, they come in different sizes, and are now available in department stores.

When we went to the SLIMS show at Fashion Week, I forgot to bring my hair paraphernalia (styling gum and a comb) so I went to SM Department Store and thankfully found Agent Bond in sachets (3 for only P15!).

PFW S/S 2012

Never mind that I did my hair with my bare hands. It looked good I think and as with all the Fix products I've been using, it also smelled great. I also like how they rate the shine and hold levels. It makes for easy decision making. Agent Bond gets a 4 at both components.

If I had more time, I would've been able to achieve a cleaner effect but I'm pretty happy with the way it came out. I find it really awesome that I can achieve the shiny, sleek, look free of worries about stubborn locks without getting professional help. It just saves me time and moolah.

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Big Bad Wolf

2011-11-01T22:24:00.000+08:00

OMG. Have you seen this?

I died. It's genius.

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A Visit to the ER

2011-11-01T19:41:00.001+08:00

It's a good thing I no longer get nauseous over needles. As a kid, I'd practically faint.

Waiting for the result at the ER.

I spent an hour or so at the ER today. Not exactly how I would prefer to spend the first day of the month, or All Saints' Day, or any day for that matter but I just had to go because I was starting to freak out.

It started with a rash that appeared on my right arm the other day. I thought it would just disappear but it didn't and even spread to my legs. I called several clinics including those in malls but no derma was around so to the ER I went. It was a difficult decision because I seriously dislike hospitals. I was very uncomfortable there. There's just so much negative energy I think.

Based on my CBC results, nothing seems to be wrong. Platelet, white blood cells, etc. are normal. And except for the paranoia, I feel excellent really. No fever or vomiting so we're pretty sure it's not dengue. The doctor said it's a non-specific viral infection and prescribed me antihistamine. I'm hoping to see a derma before the weekend.

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Hallow's Eve

2011-10-31T20:11:00.001+08:00

The most terrifying images are not the ones you see on TV or anywhere else, it's the ones in your head.

Happy Halloween!

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Random Rants

2011-10-31T15:44:00.001+08:00

Busy

Snapshot from our AVP.

I've been so busy lately I haven't had the time to update this little online nook of mine. About 5 nights a week, I only get to to sleep for 5 or 6 hours. Between this internship and school (Events!), I don't even get to watch TV at night anymore. So you have no idea how glad I am about this long weekend. Enough whining.

Kermit for Gaga

Lady Gaga wearing Kermit Tesoro x Leeroy New

It's not surprising that Kermit Tesoro managed to get into Lady Gaga's wardrobe. But to actually be a part of the official artwork for one of her videos is headline material if you ask me. Whether she's wearing the outfit in the actual video or perhaps in one of her performances, I don't know but it's highly likely.

Friday at Fiamma

Oh. My. God. The Friday before last (I'm that backlogged) was fucked up. It has been so long since I went out so I was really looking forward to having a really good time that night. It was a friend's birthday so he treated us out to drinks at Fiamma.

Maybe I was too tired, or, God forbid, I was just too old for that shit, but I was not having it. We got there around 12am and the club was packed. What I like about Fiamma is they're very strict about not allowing smoking inside. What I don't like so much is majority of the crowd are still in their puberty.

Anyway, one of our friends, let's call her A, got too much to drink because she was "conscious" as the guy she recently went on a date with, was there (he's a good friend of the birthday boy). It's too bad because she was looking good with the towering heels and the cute outfit but bitch could barely walk.

I was ready to go when I went out of the restroom. But on the way back to our seat, I saw her holding on to strangers trying to make it to the ladies' room. So I assisted her and waited outside. Little did I know that I was going to stand there for a good hour. People came and went but no A went out. I could see her standing in front of the mirror holding on to the sink. We were all getting concerned as we weren't sure how to get her home.

After a lot (seriously) of pep talk, we finally got to make her stand up. We asked one of the bouncers to help us out but really, most of her weight was on me. We got her to Jen's car but it was a long time after we figured out what to do. Good thing Jeff egged Nikki to come back, she was the only one who knew where A's house is. The four of us tried to call has the one holding her hair while We didn't want to transfer her to Nikki's car because she was barely conscious I went with Jen and Nikki led the way. Jeff stayed at the club with his friends. That was almost 4am when we left.

Except for a missed turn, everything was under control until A tried to open the fucking door while we were on EDSA. Jen freaked out and pulled over while I snatched the plastic bag and practically wrapped A's head with it. At that point, we lost Nikki so we had to get her directions over the phone. We finally made it in front of A's house and called their helper. She was miraculously able to walk (still in heels) and managed to come inside without kissing the ground. It was around 5am when we finally got to go home.

The following day, A wanted to kill herself. We still tease her about it up to now. The night didn't go as planned but it definitely gave us something to laugh about.

Photo: capitalfm.com

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RiRi Found Love

2011-10-22T13:03:00.001+08:00

The reason why I usually don't blog about Rihanna's videos is because they usually have the same themes. When she's not a sex kitten in severely provocative styling, she's a dominatrix or a troubled sensual damsel. While her new music video is still very much sexed up, its short film quality differs 'We Found Love' from the passé work she's made in the past. The premise is reminiscent of 'Love the Way You Lie' but this one, in my opinion, manages to tell a more profound tale about lost lovers whose love for each other is more than what they can properly handle.

A collaboration with Calvin Harris, whom I honestly haven't heard of until now, the song is a promising club hit.

Also, I'm a sucker for stories of dangerous, consuming, euphoric relationships so this music video is on my good side.

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Trying

2011-10-20T00:46:00.001+08:00

This was the other day at the office. They couldn't get out no matter how much they jumped. It was entertaining.

Mices two pieces.

I've started doing tasks I'm not sure how to do. I do have a mentor but she's always busy. Today, I went home around 7pm and I still didn't finish what I was working on.

It's frustrating. But probably not as bad as getting stuck in the trash so you know. I can't complain.

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Juggling Act

2011-10-15T01:33:00.000+08:00

I need at least one more hour in each of my days.

This Monday, I started going to a new office. As mush as I would like to refer to it as a new job, it's really just an 8-week training. I'm crossing my fingers but only God knows what happens come December. I finished the first week today, err, tonight. I went home at a quarter past 8 which was not good because I kept the parentals waiting. Yup, my folks are in town. Tomorrow, Saturday, they'll go to Cavite/Tagaytay to visit my aunt. I won't be able to join them because 1. I have to go to my old office; 2. I have a dentist appointment; and 3. I have to go to school for a shoot for our events class. So much for a relaxing weekend.

~~I'm tired.~~ I'm really tired, exhausted, call it whatever you want. But I don't hate it. At least not yet. All these activities keep me from entertaining thoughts that don't really do me any good.

That's all for now. I have to cap off this Friday night earlier than usual for obvious reasons. Have a good weekend.

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Backspace

2011-10-10T00:02:00.000+08:00

So this is how it is to lose the ability to erase mistakes. This afternoon, the 'Backspace' key of my computer came off. What a great hassle. 'Delete' is not going to cut it. I brought it to several repair stores today but none of them have the necessary spare part. One suggested I should just replace the entire keyboard. FML.

It makes you think how important this key is. To be able to delete mistakes in an instant is so convenient. Imagine if you can do that in real life. I really hope I can have this repaired very soon. In the meantime, I'll be more careful.

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Hard and Soft at Louis Vuitton S/S 2012

2011-10-07T16:58:00.002+08:00

It's true when Braynboy tweeted that Louis Vuitton's latest collection looks like Marc's audition for haute couture. I didn't plan on writing about it but when I finally saw the pictures, I was in awe. Two words would describe this collection; luxe pretty.

I personally have reservations about Marc taking over Dior but that's just me. If ever that does happen, Louis Vuitton needs to have Marc pass the baton to Phoebe Philo because her sophistication is perfect for the brand. After the whimsical, youthful, playful vibe that Marc has given to LV, I think it's about time it goes back to a cleaner, sophisticated and ultra luxurious aesthetic.

In the meantime, enjoy blooms, croc skin, giant eyelets and pointy stilettos with Marc's latest offering.

Photos: Fashion Gone Rogue

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Strictly Business

2011-10-05T23:52:00.000+08:00

Remember The Chef? Uhuh, from the archives. Well, I just came home from dinner in his new restaurant. I was with friends and we talked to him. It's strictly business though, something for our events class. It was weird because I don't know if he remembers me so I wasn't sure if I should call him 'Chef' or address him by his first name. Also, there was someone else there who may or may not have made an impact on my romantic life. What a small world indeed. It's all good though. No drama.

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Rogue

2011-10-05T00:17:00.002+08:00

Finally, balls. Rogue has been pretty consistent with their covers. They know how to do sexy without being vulgar.

This one is my favorite. It's simply stunning. If you have someone as gorgeous as Anne as a subject, it's a challenge to elevate her already striking sultriness but they were to achieve that with this. Her eyes just grab your attention. I'd be the last one to support smoking but in this case, I understand how it contributes to the story of the image.

At first I thought this one is a waste of ass-baring nudity but I get it now. This shoot looks like it was very well directed. I like how the light hits her body. Very sensual.

This one I'm not so sure of. It's not a bad picture but I personally wouldn't put it on the cover.

It's good to see that Filipino magazines are stepping it up, trying out new things---for the local industry at least. Hopefully, more publications will follow suit and experiment more. Enough with the generic movie stars in passé covers.

Photos: Rogue

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Home Care

2011-10-01T22:22:00.000+08:00

Greetings from home. Not even a month after my last vacation, I'm back here again. Not exactly for a vacation unfortunately. I'm here for a second, err fourth, opinion.

Except Tuesday when Pedring hit, there wasn't a day in the last week that I didn't visit a dentist. Apparently, that root canal didn't do the job. The problem is unfortunately worse than I thought. Naturally, I got concerned, freaked out, cried and got paranoid. My parents are not totally convinced with the advice of the dentists I consulted in Manila so they suggested that I go home and ask the opinion of my pops' dentist friend. I think my case is getting better but I won't know whether I'll need a surgery or not until several weeks from now. It's exhausting, not just physically.

This doubly sucks because I was supposed to be in Cebu now for a short weekend trip. Good thing that ticket was cheap.

Anyway, I'm glad to be home, even for just a short time. I've been eating heartily. My parents are awesome at keeping me sane. Here's to getting better.

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Greg

2011-09-25T23:57:00.001+08:00

Ever since I first saw this clip, I've watched it multiple times. I die each time.

I need more of this. Not the gayness silly, laughter.

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Challenging Class

2011-09-21T14:10:00.000+08:00

Ohmigodmycutieclassmatesatinfrontofmelastnight! And now, I'm 100% sure he's gay. Must. Not. Get. Distracted.

Also, the professor for our events class is Fashion Pulis! What a character! Think 'Joshua' from Temptation Island fame but louder. He spruced up his Fred Perry shirt and dark, denim pants combo with red, suede loafers; an orange, snakeskin bangle; diamond encrusted watch and ring plus a big, tan Birkin (of course) which sat on his table like an altar. At one point, he brought out a gigantic fan as if the air-conditioning wasn't strong enough despite the fact that we were freezing our balls off. Then again, he just came from Iceland.

Just like him, this course is bound to be extravagant.

"Kidneys, meet eBay."

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Bruni La Musique

2011-09-20T01:56:00.000+08:00

You have to hand it to the French. Their first lady is a former model who is not only stunning but can also sing. And to say that her music is not bad would be an understatement. About four of her songs have been in my playlist for a few months now. I don't listen to them everyday but when I do, it's always a treat. Now, I cannot stop downloading more.

Her version of 'You Belong to Me' is warm, soothing and romantic. Just beautiful.

This other one, if I'm not mistaken, is also a cover. It's the kind of music that speaks to you despite it being in French like most of her songs. It evokes emotions that are hard to explain, not so different from the way Beethoven's classics would.

This one has a slight Jack Johnson quality to it, only sexier.

Her music often transports you to a cinematic setting straight out of a French film. Thanks to Mrs. Sarkozy, quiet Sunday afternoons or cold, stay-in nights such as this one become enchanting and more interesting.

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Fashion Shmashion

2011-09-19T12:11:00.001+08:00

It's Twitter's fault. That's my excuse. Being bombarded with updates about this year's Fashion's Night Out and the shows at New York Fashion Week has somehow washed out my enthusiasm for putting out my own opinion on the collections. Truth be told, I haven't even checked a single show online. There's just something about the influx of real-time information from different sources about a single subject that throw me off. Fashion this, fashion that. It's like so much has been said and for some reason, I find myself separating from the herd. Lately, I've been thinking more (than usual at least) about food. I've stuffed my face with ice cream, pancakes and doughnuts. Am I going the Tyra Banks route? Ugh. No.

Oh but do not turn your back on me dear fashion forces. This is nothing but a phase. Perhaps the upcoming Paris Fashion Week will be more interesting.

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Random Rants

2011-09-14T01:40:00.000+08:00

Obrigada Obrigado

I believe there is no single correct answer, only an honest and well-delivered one. Miss Philippines' question was difficult and controversial. It deserves a series of debates. I personally have a different opinion but her conviction is certainly admirable. She was sharp, confident and honest. She spoke sincerely from the heart which was the best way to defend her stand.

Having said all that, I think she deserved at least 2nd runner-up. As for Angola, she was lovely and she is not undeserving. She was one of my bets after all.

That's all. Muito obrigado bitches.

Last Night on the Island

There's something happening.

During the last night of our stay in Boracay, I met someone. It wasn't a surprise but it's not planned either. We found each other online that evening and it so happened we were both going out that night so we decided to meet outside Epic. I have a vague recollection of the few minutes we spent together as I was already a little hammered then. I remember him to be tall, quite cute with chinito features and an average body. There was a naughty moment but we both realized we didn't want it or want each other enough so we eventually decided to part ways never to hear from each other again. Perhaps we were just up for different things? Not important. I am more interested in what I feel about it--or not feeling really. Sure, it would have been fun if we took things farther but I am amused at how I didn't care so much that we didn't hit it off which is really, in my opinion, how such situation should be handled. And it's not just with this guy too. It's refreshing, this kind of apathy.

Based on history trends, this is supposed to be the season when my dating life is relatively active; when my fumes are luring in potential partners. But alas, I'm barely talking to guys and it's cool.

School Again

School has just started again and I'm already getting stressed out. Gawd, I hope this is not a prelude of the things to come. Not fun. Ooh, by the way, I have a cute classmate. Hah!

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Miss Universe 2011 Bets

2011-09-13T00:56:00.001+08:00

I'm no pageant expert and I don't exactly scream my tonsils out during the airing of the annual Ms. Universe competition but after last year's brouhaha, this year's event should be an interesting one.

Of course I do hope the Philippines' representative, Shamcey Supsup, at least gets in the Top 5. She's in good shape and thank goodness the girl is smart and articulate. However, securing that spot is not easy. There are some tough competition.

Mostly based on pictures only, here, I think, are some of the other candidates to watch.

Costa Rica

This girl is oozing with sultry Latina appeal. I'm not sure how tall she is and I'm doubting she's elegant enough but she certainly has strong presence.

Brazil

We all know she's getting in the Top 16, right? (Or is it Top 15?) Well, she is stunning you know.

Greece

Ms. Greece has striking facial features and she seems to know how to move and pose. Confident and gorgeous. A strong contender this one.

Angola

I love how sweet Ms. Angola looks. There's just something about her.

France

Hello, Niki Taylor is that you? I'm not so sure about this Parisian lass but I'd watch out for her anyway.

Other girls that are also worth noting are Israel, Korea and Czech Republic.

As much as I would like to stay home and watch the show live, I can't because of work. I guess I'd have to settle for Twitter updates. Tomorrow, err today, should really be an official holiday for gay guys.

Photos: missuniverse.com

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Shore Time Lovin'

2011-09-12T01:26:00.000+08:00

What was supposed to be a 2-night alone time in Boracay to celebrate my birthday turned into a 3-night beach extravaganza with friends from school and also with 2 of my cousins.

As with any trip, I did my research in advance for the accommodation. I have been to the island many times but Boracay is ever changing which is one of the things that I love about it. This means new establishments, renovations and new attractions. After reading the reviews and a few phone inquiries, I "presented" Shore Time Hotel to my friends. The good deal price and the inclusions as well as the positive reviews sealed the deal.

Penthouse. Nice and neat save for that stained stool in need of new upholstery.

Yes, the name is a little off-putting. It was awkward explaining it to my parents when they asked on the phone where me and my friends are staying. When I said the name, I immediately had to spell it out. Then I heard them talk to to each other, laughing while trying to make sense of what I was saying.

When I found out the property is not really beachfront as stated in several websites, I got a little disappointed. It turns out the hotel is across the street from Obama Grill, a beachfront restaurant which has the same owner as Shore Time and the Andok's next to it. Guests are welcome to lounge on Obama's beach chairs.

Shore Time is relatively new having opened only 3 years ago. The property is well-maintained and everything seems to be working perfectly save for the wifi and the hot shower which acted up a few times during our stay. But the real charm of the hotel goes beyond the neat rooms; the soft, spotless, white sheets, the Kohler bathroom fixtures; and the hefty, delicious, complimentary breakfast meals. I wish I took a picture of the staff because they really are the star of the accommodation. The service is just excellent; from the phone booking to the transfers. I have to be honest; I'm not the most generous tipper but with Kuya Raffy, the guy who assisted me from the airport to the hotel, I gladly gave a handsome amount (for me at least) because he deserved it. When we left, we also left the front desk staff a few hundreds and I even suggested that they put a tip box. They were all lovely. I don't know how they were trained but I wish all personnel in the hospitality business are the same as the ones in Shore Time. They were genuinely warm, proactive in giving recommendations and they willingly served with a smile.

Roomy, clean and modern bathroom.

The big, lower balcony of the penthouse has a view of the beach, of the street under it and of Obama.

Partial ocean view. Full fresh air access. This balcony is massive.

The fridge is inside the middle cabinet.

A few minutes before leaving.

My friends surprised me at the loft.

Darn magic candles.

I realize I sound like I have been paid to make this entry but no, I just like to give credit where credit is due. Shore Time was obviously an excellent choice and it was a great part of our stay in Boracay. It made my birthday even more memorable.

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Birthday at the Beach

2011-09-07T23:39:00.001+08:00

Has it been a week?

Three nights in Boracay and another 3 nights at home. Now, I'm back in Manila and my back is itchy. It could be the sunburn but it could also be the longing for a longer, more envigorating vacation. Then again, what's a vacation without some hard work? (Uhm, a really cool and amazing one?)

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25

2011-09-01T18:45:00.002+08:00

It's my day today. I'm overwhelmed by the greetings and warm wishes.

Afternoon Stroll

To celebrate, I decided to treat myself to a fun getaway. I'm here on the beautiful island of Boracay with friends. I intended to go alone but they decided to join me. The girls even surprised me this morning with a cake, balloons and banderitas in the hotel room. So thoughtful!

My life is far from perfect but still, thank You for the blessings. Here's to more celebrations, friends and love! Cheers!

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Carbon Copy

2011-08-31T01:14:00.002+08:00

First of all, I like Carbon. I believe it's a great Filipino brand. Which makes it all the more disappointing to see this.

Carbon's Prada-esque Platform Brogues

The phenomenal Prada Spring/Summer 2011 footwear.

They look well-made, and light too!

I like these ones, but, ugh.

How does this make you feel?

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Milk Tea Mania

2011-08-26T15:35:00.002+08:00

Is it the new frozen yogurt? The new gelato? The new pearl shake?

I finally tried Chatime today. Some friends and bloggers have been raving about it; based on the long lines at its counters, it's quite the hit. But I personally don't get it--or at least not yet.

I ordered the generic Pearl Milk Tea (Large, P90) and while I did enjoy it, I don't find anything so special about the drink. I do like the fact that they allow you to freely decide how much sugar you want, but flavor-wise, it was rather underwhelming. I can whip up something similar, if not better, at home minus the pearls. Perhaps other variants are better? I'm willing to try. Meanwhile, I'm skipping lunch because those pearls certainly filled me up.

Photo: Chatime

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Emo Purge

2011-08-24T23:07:00.005+08:00

How much is enough? Gradually, I think I'm starting to see and hopefully truly accept that things are not going to work out as I had hoped. I'm fucking tired.

When you continually hurt and disappoint people, you lose them.

The term just ended and I am entitled to enjoy about 2 weeks of time off from school. While I do find relief in that, it's funny how all the personal, emotional issues are surfacing lately. It's not fun. I thought I was doing good then that little crack becomes a humongous whole; the next thing you know, everything crumbles. If only I could manipulate myself to not feel this, not feel that and be more this way and think of it that way. But alas, I'm nothing but a lowly human being. No telekinesis, no super strength.

In addition to my own issues, my sister just got herself into another relationship mess yet again. I'm so angry like hell I can barely contain it.

How timely all this drama is, my birthday is coming. Is this quarter life crisis? Based on historical records, I should be partying, dating and getting laid around this time of the year. Instead, I'm cooped up at home feeling like shit if not extremely bored. I need a real break.

To be honest, I'm scared. I think I care too much even when I feel like I shouldn't. Ugh. The fuck. I need a drink.

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Good Vibes

2011-08-19T00:27:00.000+08:00

I cannot find the words, really.

Just be happy, yeah? Oh, and thank you. For everything.

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Dental Debacle

2011-08-18T22:53:00.000+08:00

With the way a lot of people talk about root canal procedures, I have had the impression that it's pretty much hell on earth as if Satan himself is stabbing the insides of your mouth with ~~his trident~~ needles. It was a relief when both dentists I consulted said otherwise. Those lying mofos.

The past few days, I've been in terrible pain taking Mefenamic Acid like it's snack. When I was told the only options are a root canal and an extraction, you know I questioned The Powers That Be. But it's my fault. I should have listened more to my mom when I was a kid.

I booked the appointment with the dentist near the office so about 2 hours ago, I took a break and walked to her clinic. She wasn't there yet. I tried to brush off morbid thoughts and entertained myself by taking pictures of the place which is pretty cute.

It's not just about the dentist, the clinic also matters.

Not so depressing.

Not a pretty sight.

Things of torture.

Then it began. The most painful part was when she injected the anesthesia on the swollen part. Fuck. That. Shit. I was literally in tears! It's like getting your peen stuck in the zipper x 10.

The rest of the treatment was tolerable but not painless. In fact, as I walked back to the office, I felt like crying because there's a part that still hurt. It's normal though according to my dentist.

I'm feeling better now thanks to Dolfenal. The next appointment is in a week so yeah, it ain't over yet. FML.

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Gaga Goes Country, Becomes a Mermaid

2011-08-17T23:54:00.001+08:00

Finally, something new and not overly dramatic--even though she does appear to be crying in one scene at the beginning. The song is a fresh departure from her usual dance, pop tunes. It's more country this time and I don't hate it at all.

As for the video, the usual Gaga elements like over-the-top outfits, sex and unusual characters are present--she even becomes a man (Jo Calderone) and a mermaid in it. One of my favorite looks is the one reminiscent of her Vanity Fair cover. It's like 'Children of the Corn' (grown-up and slutty version).

Like I said, the song and video are not heavy on the drama but still captivating. Good job I say.

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Isabelle Daza for American Apparel?

2011-08-16T16:11:00.004+08:00

I was on The Sartorialist when I stumbled upon one of its ads and did the online version of a double take.

Please explain.

Is it her? If so, isn't that sort of a downgrade even if you consider the fact that American Apparel is an international brand? With the company's questionable business ethics and taste in ads, is it a name you'd want to represent--in high waist shorts and a crop top no less?

Thoughts?

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Online Overhaul

2011-08-12T21:38:00.002+08:00

Old Look a.k.a. Look Zzzz

New Look X

New Look Y

What do you think? If only I could get rid of that unnecessary horizontal scroll bar at the bottom. I've been toying with the template all day. No dice. But I'm happy with this look. Now let me start on that 'About' page.

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Peg: Rustic Charm in the Sky

2011-08-12T10:36:00.003+08:00

Welcome to stylist and vintage store owner Charlotte Rust's home in Auckland, New Zealand.

The moment I saw the first photo, I immediately felt a pinch in my heart.

My future home is going to be something like this but with more gloss and shine to provide the contrast that I always lean towards.

Killer roof deck. Imagine this at night time.

See more images of Charlotte's home and other inspiration at The Selby.

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My Life As Told by Yesterday

2011-08-12T00:49:00.007+08:00

Yesterday I watched a movie alone. I had a jumbo tray of nachos bathing in melted cheese, donuts and a Sprite. I just wanted to collapse in a nice, comfortable seat with my full attention on the screen as a reward to myself after an exhausting afternoon. The first step of my latest job application appointment involved walking several blocks along E. Rod and a few more in Ortigas. After the 4-part exam, I decided to hit the mall to check on the leather sandals that have been haunting me since I saw them last week. They're gone. I didn't make the impulse purchase because I was in the process of buying shoes when I tried it on. Leather. Velvety soft. Brown. On sale. And now, gone. It would have been irrational but good gawd I still can't get over it.

I watched the much talked about Cinemalaya entry Ang Babae sa Septic Tank. It was funny and quite insightful. It's interesting how something so indie is doing well in a commercial run.

Dissatisfied, I retreated to Bon Chon after the movie. It was rather odd eating there alone.

Once home, I had a chat with MFG. The usual banter.

Yesterday I watched a movie alone. I applied for a job. I walked a lot. I lusted over footwear. I pigged out. I had a quiet evening at home.

Here's to hoping tomorrow tells a different story.

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Dogs and Waiting

2011-08-05T23:10:00.004+08:00

'Hachi: A Dog's Story' is really more than just about a dog who didn't get the concept of his master's passing. It's a tale about loyalty, friendship and undying faith. Faith so strong it's ~~almost~~ crazy.

Friends raved about this movie but I didn't get to watch it until a few minutes ago on HBO. I knew it was a tearjerker but I watched it anyway thinking it can't tug at my heartstrings that hard. Well, surprise surprise! Just minutes before the credits roll up, I'm all tears with both hands cupping half of my face.

I think I know why I got so emotional. I know what it's like to wait for something that you know, no matter how you mask it, will never come. Hachiko sat there, waiting because of his unwavering faith and loyalty. The thing about faith is it's a good excuse for insanity. It's like waiting for rain in the middle of the desert. You know it's impossible but you believe in it anyway because at the end of the day, it's all you got. And somehow, one way or another, some get lucky and it does rain.

Also, this movie reminded me of our wonderful dog Skipper. But I'll reserve his story for a different entry.

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Alexander McQueen Fall 2011 Ad

2011-08-02T13:54:00.004+08:00

What do you think about the latest Alexander McQueen print ad campaign for fall 2011? I know I love how confetti seems to be blasting and sun rays bursting from the back of her head.

Perfect canvass. Raquel Zimmermann can do no wrong.

Look at that dress with those shoes. The McQueen brand really knows how to bring fantasy to reality in a strikingly desirable fashion. I'm glad Sarah Burton is doing a good job in maintaining this.

P.S.
The scenery just reminded of '300'. Can you imagine if there's a sequel and this 'being' appears in it along with those gorgeous Spartans? She'll give that fierce Oracle bitch a run for her money.

Photo: nymag.com

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Firsts On The Last

2011-07-31T23:16:00.002+08:00

Today, on the last day of the month, I was devirginized in several ways, all wholesome.

My friends and I went to another friend's son's birthday celebration which was held in Jollibee. As with many children's birthday parties, there were balloons, music, dancing, dancing mascots and the dreaded kiddie games. I don't know about you but that part of the program scares me. I get the same anxiety when the tossing of the garter in a wedding reception comes.

At one point, some of use even went out just to avoid being picked. But just minutes after going back to our table, I heard my name being called.

I obviously survived and thank goodness it wasn't that bad. We didn't have to dance and there were no vegetables involved.

The party was in a rather isolated part of town--Alabang. I've passed by the area before but I never really hung out there. Alabang Town Center was just something I hear from people who talk about the nice, laid back vibe of the place until after the party when we decided to stroll around the mall.

It's like a mini Trinoma basically, but with a larger percentage of rich people I'm assuming.

We went home pretty early. Three of us were dropped off by our friend at the LRT station. Engrossed in chit chat, we missed our stop and found ourselves in Baclaran Station, the last one. That marks another first for me. Good thing there was a foot bridge to the other side and the train was still open.

July is about to end. The month brought about many realizations. Some minor, some not so much. I'm excited about August. I hope tomorrow will be the start of an awesome month filled with more worthwhile realizations, accomplishments and fun firsts.

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Rachel Zoe's Best Dressed Baby

2011-07-28T23:31:00.001+08:00

Ralph Lauren? Check! Tod's? You bet. Missoni? Only from Angela and Margherita themselves. Gucci? Shoes, a leather bomber jacket and perhaps even diapers.

Because really, what's the point of having a baby if you can't dress it him in head-to-toe designer clothes?

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Milestone

2011-07-25T13:45:00.002+08:00

Finally, my own .com. That's right bitches. I finally figured it out.

Uhuh.

I feel like a proud parent sending a child to school. My little baby is, albeit very slowly, growing and evolving. Hopefully soon, more changes and improvements will be accomplished. Like I said, momma's not so well-versed with the technical shiz so it really is a challenge. That guy from the company that registered my domain deserves credit for being calm and patient with me. I was on the verge of a meltdown this morning because I was lost in multiple tabs about DNS, nameservers, A records and CNAMES. It was nauseating. I almost gave up and cried "Who do I have to blow around here to get this thing to work?!"

Luckily, nobody has to blow anybody. Not until I start on the other changes at least.

Yes, I realize I'm blogging about my blog. lol

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RIP Wino

2011-07-24T23:17:00.003+08:00

Why does it always have to be the most talented ones?

What a loss. I thought her Fred Perry line was the beginning of a fresh, sober start but apparently not. She was only 27. Amy joins the 27 Club.

Rest in peace Ms. Winehouse. You will remain in our playlists.

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Published

2011-07-21T01:34:00.000+08:00

Since ~~the other day~~ last week I've been busy tweaking this little online corner of mine. It hasn't been easy because of my very limited knowledge about these technical stuff. Last night I couldn't even figure out what to say to this representative that I called via Magic Jack. I was inquiring about their services and I had to call thrice just to make sure I got it right. I've been doing my research so I want to know all my options you know. Nothing major for now though. Baby steps.

In other online publishing news, my article just got published at the Yahoo! Contributor Network. A good friend told me about it last week so I immediately signed up and whipped up an article. I'm so bad with titles however. It's one of the reasons why I'm not linking the said write-up. But it got published anyway so yay to that!

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Random Rants

2011-07-18T10:22:00.004+08:00

Favicon

How do you like my favicon? It's professionally done. By that I mean I did it on 'Paint' last Friday. Don't hate though. It took me hours to decide on that. I'm still not100% settled on it but that will do in the meantime. It's personalized, not too stiff and boring and it echoes my affinity for doodles.

Midterms

This weekend marked this term's midterm examination. It wasn't easy but I'm glad it's over. Oops, that's all the time I have for that subject!

Red Truck

I'm feeling a little emotional about the sale of our red pick up truck. We've had it since 1993 when I was still a kid. I feel like it's not just the family's but the whole clan's. My cousins, siblings and I have fond memories of it. One of which is riding at the back whenever we'd visit our grandpa. We'd scream our lungs out while parking in front of his house. There's also this time when we welcomed Christmas at the back of it while en route home from another city.

But we're all growing up and are mostly based in different cities and countries now. My mom was driving that truck for the longest time usually for business but she's using a different vehicle nowadays so 'red' hasn't been very active for some time. I hope it gives its new owner good service because despite the repairs and costly maintenance, it certainly did us well--not plainly as a truck but a means to go places together.

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Chocolate Fire

2011-07-14T00:08:00.004+08:00

It was the perfect sanctuary on a stormy afternoon. After waiting for its opening for an hour, my friends and I left the nearby Starbucks and walked in the drizzle. Chocolate Fire. The name alone conjures deliciously explicit images of sin and pleasure which explained our utter excitement.

Even before it opened at 4 pm, as we peeked through the glass doors, I could tell the place was promising ambiance-wise. When we finally stepped in, it felt like the adult version of Willy Wonka's famed factory minus the freakiness.

When I walk into a place, say a clothing store, a cafe or a restaurant, one way to tell if I really like it is if I'd love to convert the space into my own apartment. Chocolate Fire is one of those places. It's a 2-storey establishment with exposed ceilings and walls adorned with paintings and unexpected trinkets. The interiors are a mix of wood, steel and concrete. Think downplayed, modern, industrial appeal.

As for the main attraction, well, it took us some time to decide what to get. There's a smorgasbord of anything chocolate from pyramids to frogs and several interesting chocolate covered items from Pringles to dried mangoes. They also offer (non-chocolate) sandwiches and baked goods. Among which is this spinach quiche that our friend ordered that the rest of us ended up eating about half of.

The six of us decided to share three desserts. I don't remember exactly what they're called but it was basically chocolate cake, ganache and banoffee. The banoffee was incredible. I still think about it. It's the obvious winner among the three, followed by the moist chocolate cake. I disliked the other one. Some opted to match the sweets with equally sweet drinks while the rest of us with Chardonnay. I think it all went down smoother with alcohol--as with everything else.

What I also like about Chocolate Fire is it's tucked within the thick cluster of tall buildings in Salcedo Village, Makati yet the place is very relaxed and comfortable and most importantly, there were no TVs in sight.

If I were to die to and go to chocolate heaven, Chocolate Fire won't exactly be the place I'd want to end up in but I'd surely like to come back and spend more time here if only to remind myself how sweet life could be.

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Online Visibility

2011-07-13T12:12:00.000+08:00

OMG. If you Google 'Kermit Tesoro', my blog would come fourth in the search results! How does this happen? Does this mean my blog is somehow relevant in the local blogosphere? It even comes before Divine Lee's and Indiebon's blogs!

How do you explain this when I only have 23 followers? Most of whom are not even 'regulars'.

This makes me want to get on with the improvements even more. I've been thinking of giving this humble, little online nook of mine a face lift. I want to update my blog roll and add a few extra functions here and there. I'm not sure how and when I'll be able to accomplish all this because unfortunately, I don't speak geek fluently.

P.S.
Ok, I tried it again several times. The results are not consistent. Ugh.

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Not Another Sunday Night

2011-07-12T17:35:00.000+08:00

The other night, MFG and I met up at Greenbelt for a late dinner--well, dinner for him and supposedly just dessert for me which turned into a midnight binge since he made me finish half of his humongous burger. He's on a *diet.

The night, of course, was filled with food, stories, lectures and ~~giggles~~ snickers. The best part I think was when we headed to Makati Avenue.

As per tradition, we walked to his neighborhood where I would get a cab to go home. While walking in front of Pacific Star, passing by five drag queens, MFG lamented about how he misses living in Makati. He has been exiled in Alabang during weekdays for his new job. While he was telling me how there's nothing to do there, this street kid walking towards the opposite direction suddenly stopped beside us and pointed at MFG as if he were the latter's long lost friend. We were both stunned. After about 3 seconds, the kid proceeded to walk without saying a word. We burst out in laughter. I don't know if he was a practical joker or just stoned.

"That's Makati's way of welcoming you back," I said.

It doesn't end there. Around 1 am, while walking around the red light district, out of nowhere, this middle-aged guy came up to us asking us to help him "produce" P18.00. He didn't look homeless. He spoke good English and even looked mixed-race. He was, however, drunk I think. MFG appeared very stern while I got a little nervous. I shook my head and we went on walking. But the bastard was persistent.

"Ok, P10! P5!" the guy bargained.

MFG was ignoring him so the guy focused his begging on me probably thinking he had more chances with yours truly. I was starting fucking panic. Honestly, I could've just given him the money but I didn't because I knew I'd get endless flak for it later.

"You don't have money? So how are you going to get home? Are you taking a cab? You're going to walk?! Where do you live? Do you live here?" he exclaimed.

"Yes." I said, while walking behind MFG.

"Where? Do you live here?" he asked profusely while pointing at the next building called Sunette Tower.

"No. The other one," I said, startled. Good thing I didn't mention MFG's address.

The instant I said that, MFG turned left and disappeared into the entrance of the said building. I followed suit ignoring the security guard. We stayed inside just long enough for a couple of sighs then went out and explained to the guard what happened. Thankfully, that lunatic was no longer there. Whew. I wouldn't have known how to react had there been a physical altercation of sorts.

Based on the night's events, I guess Makati really missed MFG too.

It was getting late so we got me a cab. I bade MFG goodbye through the cab's glass window as he oddly looked on while he stood still at the pavement capping his visit to his old neighborhood.

*rolls eyes

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Kermit Tesoro

2011-07-11T11:02:00.003+08:00

Filipino fashion prodigy Kermit Tesoro has made his avant-garde shoes available for online purchase. The designer, whose footwear made it to the Lady Gaga + Gilt sale a few weeks ago, now accepts orders of his sky high kicks through his website kermittesoro.com.

Kermit Tesoro shoes for Lady Gaga + Gilt. Gaga loves Kermit alright.

If I'm not mistaken, Divine Lee, who has been rocking Kermit's creations for some time now, helped make the online store happen. She has been after all wearing them a lot from the last PFW--which is when I got to see her in the flesh in those spiky, heelless 'Kermits'--to her Mega cover.

You know the fashion queens are all scrambling to get a pair. Some of them may in fact already have placed their orders. Although the ordering process is a tad complicated, I think this is such a great leap for Philippine fashion. Kermit's shoes are customized upon finalizing the orders after all. I hope more designers follow suit. It's about time we get on with the program. Teh interwebs is the gateway to globalization!

I was lucky enough to have sat in one of Kermit's shows during Philippine Fashion Week Spring-Summer 2011 and even then I thought he was really good. His work is very reminiscent of McQueen and sometimes Gareth Pugh but I don't think anyone else in the local industry is doing what he does.

Slighty Gareth Pugh-esque, don't you think?

I do hope that he gets sufficient funding. Sometimes, it's hard for an artist to have his fantastic ideas translate to actual pieces with the same if not more beauty because of funding constraints. This is probably why one or two of Kermit's shoes look like they can do better in terms of hardware and stitching. But I have faith. One day at a time perhaps.

Photos: Missosology, Nicola Formichetti's Blog

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Consumer Corner: Price Discrepancy

2011-07-10T22:05:00.002+08:00

It's not a product review. I'm just glad to have caught the price discrepancy at Robinson's supermarket today.

The Heinz ketchup was P77.10 at the shelf but P81.25 at the counter. Good thing I saw it. I guess it would take more time to void the transaction since I put it on my card so they asked if they could just give me P4.00. I agreed.

I'm sure they didn't mean to put the wrong price since they took it off the shelf right then and there but I've read stories about how supermarkets cheat their customers by charging more than what they should so beware.

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Revolving Doors

2011-07-08T17:47:00.003+08:00

It's crazy how people walk in and out of your life whenever they want to. It makes me wish I had guard dogs to make sure they don't carry any bombs.

Meanwhile, I can't get over this song lately. It's so cute, and it puts me in a romantic, cuddly mood.

*sigh*

I miss cuddling.

Then there are those who you let in anyway thinking they're worth the explosion.

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The Test (Part 2)

2011-07-05T14:04:00.002+08:00

It's bad enough to be gay and not 100% out. Imagine how it is to be that and HIV/AIDS positive. It's like having to fight two battles on your own at the same time.

My bruised arm days after the test.

After my first test in 2009, I vowed to do it safer and wiser. I believe I did but I realized I was still exposed to risks. See, it's not about the frequency. It's about the manner of how you do it which means you can get it on your first time or that only time you did it in a year.

I was in the office bored and quite bothered when I suddenly thought to myself, "Fuck it." I wanted to do it right there and then. I went home, had lunch and on my way back to the office, I dropped by a clinic and inquired. I wanted to do it immediately but they told me the results wouldn't be out until Monday which means 4 days of waiting in paranoia. But I knew if I didn't do it then, my mind would change later or the following day so after a trip to the ATM, I went for it.

It was good that I already knew what to expect. I had the impression I knew more than the male nurse about the procedures of an HIV screening. Before the actual test, they let me talk to a doctor about it. She asked me several questions and I shamelessly asked her about my queries regarding oral sex and possible government support in case of an undesirable result among other topics. Her answers were not uplifting but helpful nonetheless.

Naturally, I was tensed the entire time. During the actual blood test, I chatted up the nurse to relieve myself. She was very nice. I told her how I used to faint during blood tests. It's true. When I was younger, my mom always had to buy White Flower because I would always get nauseated and drift to unconsciousness. I do not like blood at all. I still don't but I no longer faint thank goodness. This means I no longer need nor want my mom to hold my hand during such procedure--especially not this one. She doesn't deserve it (emotional stress).

After the test, there came the longest days of all. Grueling would be an understatement. It's so heavy and stressful it changes your perspective. I sent a few messages to about four good friends and started a prayer brigade. I didn't want to tell a lot of people because I didn't want to subject them to such worries. I didn't want them to treat me differently if I turn out to be positive. I was even considering lying just so nothing would change.

During the weekend, I tried to go on with my days as normally as I could but it was impossible. I went to school, hung out with my friends, laughed with them over drinks and had a generally good time but my mind was occasionally adrift with very emotional thoughts that came with a stab to the consciousness. It's like when you're in the middle of a good laugh, then it hits you--hard. Being a perennial worrywart didn't make it any easier at all.

Monday came and my mind was a total mess by then. I held it together pretty well though. I went to the office like I would everyday. Then at 9:30 am, I stepped out and called the clinic as instructed. The result was ready for pick-up. Cold and shaking, I walked to the clinic and contemplated if I should have worn my sunglasses. I specifically chose this clinic because it's very near the office and close enough to my place so in case I break down, it's easier to go home and sulk. As for the glasses, well, heading home with teary eyes out in the open is not my cup of tea. But I decided to forego the damn glasses and continued walking just to get this ordeal over with as quickly as possible.

When I went to the counter, the same male nurse assisted me. I was surprised to see when he picked up the result from a shelf a few feet behind the counter. It was not in an envelope and neither was it folded. My fate was right there, exposed to the clinic personnel. Within the few seconds that I stood there as he picked up the legal-sized bond paper that bore the test results, I managed to be optimistic based on his nonchalance and the pleasant expression on his face. Then I saw it. 'NONREACTIVE' in striking capital letters. I was naturally elated but being the paranoid worrier that I am, I asked the nurse what I already knew the answer to.

"Nonreactive means negative right? That means I don't have HIV?"

"Yes," he said.

I had the urge to get down on my knees and thank the heavens for the good news but my moment was ruined by a phone call. Even so, I couldn't afford to be snide in that state of relief and happiness. I was too grateful. I told friends about the great news and thanked them for the prayers. I felt lucky.

The truth is I'm still worried. I may be spared now but who can say I won't go through this all over again? I certainly don't want to but I'm not one to make any promises. It takes a great deal of restraint and commitment to reach a point where you're absolutely sure about your decisions with your judgement not being clouded by any foolishness. It's not easy but neither is being subjected to this kind of experience. It's a matter of choice and it takes only one to change the course of a life, or several.

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The Test (Part 1)

2011-07-04T10:31:00.003+08:00

The last few days have been major torture. I have been more careful but you really cannot be too safe. Besides, the last time was almost 2 years ago.

Thrusday, June 30-- I don't know what came into me but I just found myself wanting to get the test and get it over with. Naturally after that, my head has been fucked up until I got the result just a few minutes ago.

~~Excuse my mug.~~

Thank You!

Robyn + Rye Rye

2011-06-30T11:59:00.001+08:00

So smooth. And look at that styling. Been listening to this everyday.

Robyn can do no wrong and Rye Rye deserves a bigger break.

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Hunting Mode

2011-06-28T23:27:00.000+08:00

Tired and sleepy. Why am I doing this again? What was supposed to be a three-month stint has lasted for a year now. I want out. ASAP. If only I can get a job that I really, really want. It's serious. I'd rather be in a job interview that in a date these days.

This morning, I got the feedback that I've been anticipating for days. Sadly, I didn't get the job. It's no dream job but it would have been a good stepping stone. I do think that I could have done a better job expressing my ideas during the few minutes they were grilling me but damn, I didn't even get to the second and final interview? I appreciate that they let me know promptly though.

That was the third interesting job opening that I had the chance to be interviewed for. The other two went more smoothly but obviously didn't lead to employment either. The first one was in January when I thought I was really going to get the job. Then weeks passed after the second appointment and I never heard from them. I think I know what I did wrong there. Too bad because I really wanted that job.

The second one was in March up to May when I thought I already got it in the bag. They told me so. I was told I was going to start part-time since I lack professional experience then we'd take it from there. It all was fine with me. After the second interview, I wanted to do cartwheels. It went so well we actually discussed the contract, possible assignments and schedule for chrissake! The contract was never emailed to me. I actually didn't hear from them for weeks until I emailed the owner/director who first interviewed me. He was kind enough to respond and after that, I was given my first assignment. Everything was done via email and text but no contract was signed. I didn't even have an ID. The job excited me so much so I didn't even bother to insist on the technical matters. Then mid-May, they told me to put my assignment on hold due to some changes. After that, I never heard from them. I sent a text once to check for updates but I didn't get a response. I'm not sure what the hell happened.

Come to think of it, the job market is not that different from the dating scene. The first two jobs that I wanted are like those guys who seem really awesome and cool. Then poof! They disappear leaving me clueless about what's going on. At least the last one had the decency to send an email to let me know they're not interested. It's a bummer but it saves me a lot of time really. "He's just not that into you."

And like in dating, just because you got your heart broken doesn't mean you should stop and lose hope, right? The only difference is, instead of waiting for the right person, you actually have to hunt for the right job. Err, wait...

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It Just Got Better

2011-06-25T14:04:00.000+08:00

Well, what do you know, yet another reason to go to New York! How awesome is this? Fashion week, Sex and the City, and now marriage!

We're doing it you guys, one day at a time, city by city, sequin by sequin. Now, Condé Nast knows they need to come up with a new wedding magazine, right? Seriously, there's a fabulous emerging market.

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Falcon Friday

2011-06-24T17:28:00.002+08:00

I know it's very wrong to celebrate when others are suffering but our professor just cancelled our class for tomorrow morning and I can't help but feel happy about it. You know what it's like to learn that classes are suspended just a day or even hours before you're supposed to be in school. You know that feeling, right? It's one of the best. It makes me feel like celebrating tonight since it's very rare these days that I'm free to stay up and out on a Friday night. Then again with this weather, curling up to Sex and the City seems like a more plausible idea.

I hope everyone's safe. Last night, even I had trouble going home and my place is just 10 minutes away. I have a friend who had to bring their cars to a mall just to save it from the flood. Then they had to walk home. All thanks to tropical storm 'Falcon' which I hope does not turn out to be another 'Ondoy'.

Speaking of which, I'm the only one left in the office so bye and be safe!

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Random Rants

2011-06-22T00:10:00.002+08:00

SATC

Watching Kathy Griffin videos has been replaced by watching Sex and the City DVDs. I think this show has influenced me more than it should have. It's one of those things that needs to be relived during different points in one's life.

Nowadays, I'm not watching it just for the witty lines, the fashion, and the jack-off scenes. I'm understanding the stories, little or big (or Big), from a different perspective. And ok, I'm still into it because of the clothes. Besides, it wouldn't be Sex and the City without the awesome Patricia Field styling.

Nonetheless, it's such an iconic show because it not only represents sexual liberation and revolution but also friendship and of course, love in all forms... and sizes... and positions, etc.. But seriously, SATC ~~was~~ is a major social phenomenon.

Teflon

Carrie Bradshaw put it best when she said Big was like Teflon for relationships, nothing sticks. I'm more of a Carrie, Samantha and Miranda rolled into one but this analogy struck me. Always 'It's Complicated' never 'In a Relationship'--and unfortunately, not necessarily by choice.

The Edge of Boring

That's it. I seriously miss the old Gaga. The one in a disco ball bra riding her disco stick. I wish she wouldn't things so seriously and stop shedding tears in her videos like a damsel whose shoulders the world rests on. I mean, she already started singing about her hair like it's the cure to cancer. Not that I don't like that song but come on. ~~Also, are all the songs in her new album the kind sung during the opening or closing of a variety show?~~

I actually like 'The Edge of Glory' but the dancing is a little too 'Confessions on a Dance Floor'. It's a surprisingly uneventful video considering it's Gaga. I like that she's wearing Gianni Versace though.

'Electric Chapel' is a hot track and she should make it her next single methinks and I hope she accompanies it with a fresh, smashing video.

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Dreams

2011-06-16T09:57:00.000+08:00

It was the other night. I can't even remember what happened but he was there. It was the first in a long time, if not ever, that I saw him in my sleep. It was him! He was there with his tall frame and sheepish smile that I miss so much. He was there until of course I rose to consciousness.

Then last night (or this morning), I didn't see him but I thought of him half the time. I was about to get married with a guy whose identity I forgot. He seemed like a nice guy though, or at least nice enough to marry me. His family were there too, supporting our union. But just minutes before the ceremony, it hit me. He's not the one, I thought. I want someone else. If there's someone I want to marry now, it's him, not this nice guy whose face and name escape me. How do I get out of this mess though? I figured I'll go through with the wedding but not the marriage just to spare the guy and his family the embarrassment. I wasn't sure of it though so I came up with a better plan; wake up.

It's crazy. Me getting married! Now!

It may not be real but I know the feeling was. After all this time, I realized, despite the emotional stress and these complications, if I were to choose someone to spend the rest of my life with, it would still be him.

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Make You Feel My Love

2011-06-09T23:21:00.001+08:00

I'm going through something right now. There's confusion. There's doubt. Sure. But I hope you won't be too quick with your judgment and your decisions. I'm figuring it out.

If you only knew.

In the meantime, listen to this.

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Sick As a Dog

2011-06-09T22:10:00.001+08:00

Walking is a struggle, each muscle hurts with the slightest movement or even touch and just the overall feeling of shittiness. I have a fever and I've been coughing so bad I think my throat is starting to bleed. The only thing worse than getting sick is getting sick away from home. I'd kill to be home right now being taken care of by my mother who would surely cater to my every whim.

Today, I had to go home early from work because I really couldn't bear it anymore. I've been so weak the entire day. I was already feeling horrible yesterday and today it just got worse. To make matters even worse, I have a homework that I haven't done yet.

Gawd. Pray for me, yeah?

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Mary Grace

2011-06-07T23:13:00.001+08:00

~~Almost~~ Every Saurday after class, my friends and I would hang out and spend the rest of the day talking and eating if not doing school work... and eating... and eating. The past two weekends we spent great conversations over almost equally great food at Café Mary Grace at The Fort and Greenbelt, respectively.

Mary Grace has been known for it's wonderful, homey baked goods. Recently, it has made the good move to open restaurants that serve salads, pasta, rice meals and of course more dessert.

If you haven't been to one of their restaurants yet, you seriously have to check it out. The one in Greenbelt is lovely. The whole garden setting with the charming furnishings and trinkets matching the delicious, hearty eats make for a really enjoyable dining experience. Even the restrooms are nice and dainty.

When you visit, try their Velvet Cake and Spicy Lemon Scampi.

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Night of the X

2011-06-05T13:42:00.001+08:00

Two months ago, I thought the only way I would see MFG again was through an awkward and unexpected run-in at Rockwell or some other place we used to frequent. I often imagined how I would react. I always thought it would be dramatic with a lot of furious heart pounding involved.

Thankfully, that's not what happened last Friday night when we saw each other for the first time since that night in ~~March~~ February. We reconnected and started talking to each other almost every night a week before. It was weird seeing his name again on my YM window and on my phone.

As what he had already told me, he had his hair dyed. I wasn't crazy about his mane's color but he looked good. We were both coincidentally in black polo shirts. Hahah... Mine had polka dots though which of course didn't escape his teasing.

That night was just like the old times; teasing, laughter, banter, eating. We watched X-Men, thanks to the tickets I won. As mutually agreed sans discussion, the night was pretty much drama-free. We walked to his place just like we used to do but only after we dropped by Salcedo Park. For a few hours, we were just like what we were before--laughing at the world and at each other, having a good time "with or without color".

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Famine of Inspiration

2011-05-31T23:31:00.001+08:00

You know that scene in 'The September Issue' where André Leon Talley lamented about how " there's a famine of beauty"? Well, I have a similar frustration. Sort of. I feel like I'm stuck in a rut. There's just not enough inspiration around me. Nothing amazing to the senses. Nothing that really strikes my sensibilities so hard that it blows me away. I want to do more, be more. I need more amazing things; thoughts, ideas, sounds, tastes, experiences, sights.

Random beauty on the back of my door

Just like this, but magnified by a thousand times. I love the contrast of shine and matte. I love the different neutral tones with the metallic accent. I want something like this to translate to my lifestyle. Do you get what I'm saying? No? Well, to start with, I seriously want/need a new, awesome job. I want more dynamic elements on my mood board. That's another way of putting it.

May is ending in a few minutes. June, it's up to you to turn things around. Help me make it all better, yeah? Thanks.

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Nuffnang and Hapee Special Screening

2011-05-29T11:33:00.004+08:00

It's really simple. Nuffnang is definitely first class because it is the first of its kind to grace the Philippine blogosphere. As the pioneer and the numero uno advertising community in the country, it has brought blogging into a different, more exciting level. And despite its non-Filipino origins, it has managed to build a niche in the local blogging scene making Nuffnang our very own.

Hapee, on the other hand, is first class because it is the leading (and the only?) local toothpaste brand to make Filipino smiles brighter and whiter. It's one of the products that's proudly Philippine made.

It's all about locale love. That's first class!

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I'm Not Giving Up On Love

2011-05-27T23:48:00.001+08:00

It's back to early Friday nights for me since school starts tomorrow. As for those who have more freedom however, enjoy the following track I stumbled upon. It deserves to be on repeat.

I miss Sophie Ellis Bextor. And this song, how appropriate for this unexpectedly not-so-ordinary night.

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Apocalypse? No, thank you.

2011-05-21T23:33:00.002+08:00

So the world was supposed to end at 6pm today, May 21. It obviously didn't. But others say Armageddon doesn't strike in the Philippine islands until 2am later which is technically May 22. Had it happened this evening, I would have been in church hearing mass. I had to be clever. Can you believe this heat? Imagine how it's like down there.

You know, if the world is going to end, it's going to really suck. Today was just supposed to be the last Saturday of my school vacation, not the last day of everything. I visited the campus today and paid for the coming term. That was money I could have spent on more important things like clothes, food and vodka---just some of the goodies that could have made my supposed last day of existence more interesting.

Lately, I've been feeling uninspired. This day in particular was pretty boring albeit productive. But don't get me wrong, I'd rather be bored than be wiped out by a giant tsunami or be eaten alive by the earth. Besides, this is what Kathy Griffin Youtube videos (which I have watched for nth time) are for. So, no. The world can't end yet, not only because I have not worn Lanvin, Burberry Prorsum, Gareth Pugh and 3.1 Phillip Lim yet. There's still so many people to meet, so many tasks to accomplish, so much food to eat, countless places to visit and most of all, so much love to make. (Ooh, that last bit is a song, right?) Also, if the world crumbles, Cher's going to need some company besides the roaches.

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Run The World

2011-05-19T10:31:00.001+08:00

Not so crazy about the song but the video is not bad. Beyoncé's dancing is sick. Oh, and I love that gold ensemble.

I like it that she doesn't seem trying so hard to outdo Gaga or anyone else for that matter. She's just Beyoncé doing Beyoncé.

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Consumer Corner: Now Toasting

2011-05-16T18:25:00.001+08:00

Not a lot of people get it, but I love having an oven toaster. It's just awesome having one really. It goes beyond just toasting bread. For some reason though, I never got to buying one considering it's not really an expensive home appliance. When I recently got one, I was so excited I almost broke into a song and dance number.

I got it at SM and being the picky, fickle buyer that I am, it took me at least an hour to finally decide which to get. (Seriously, I'm blogging about a toaster. Get over it.)

Here's one that I didn't get but made me learn about how SM does business.

This Kyowa toaster was priced P849.75 at SM Homeworld. It's not even discounted.

The same exact toaster with the same model code was at around P600.00 at SM Appliance Center. The sales rep confirmed the price difference. Sorry for the picture quality. I used my phone.

It really helps to take your time. This is why shopping can be so exhausting for me. I always need to check all my options. But knowing you picked the best buy makes it worth the time and effort.

P.S.
This is a new segment that I intend to do from time to time. Some give love advice, I'll be dishing out raves and rants on cook wear, trinkets, appliances, services, and what have you.

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Just Saying

2011-05-11T13:53:00.001+08:00

Is it just me or is this a little too Lanvin?

What do you think?

I actually like it but it may only be because I love the Lanvin aesthetic. I'm not sure. But let's not alert Alber Elbaz until the full look and the rest of the collection come out this Saturday.

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Tina Fey: Mother and "Poet"

2011-05-11T11:41:00.005+08:00

Here's a late mother's day entry featuring a poem by the comedy genius that is Tina Fey. Love her!

"The Mother's Prayer for its Daughter" by Tina Fey

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered,

May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half

And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her

When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the nearby subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock N’ Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance.

Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes

And not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.

Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long,

For Childhood is short -- a Tiger Flower blooming

Magenta for one day --

And Adulthood is long and Dry-Humping in Cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever,

That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers

And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister,

Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends,

For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord,

That I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 a.m., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.

“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck.

“My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental note to call me. And she will forget.

But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.

Amen.

Source

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One For Japan

2011-05-07T23:39:00.000+08:00

Bench has come up with baller IDs to benefit chaos-stricken Japan. I read about it the other night and I thought it's awesome since I've recently developed a liking for these rubber wrist bands.

Each band costs only P50.

They're not Jac Vanek but the purchase is for a very good cause, plus they're cute enough. I bought mine today and wore them immediately. Get yours too and spread the word.

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Pictionary: Tanning and Other Things at Taramindu

2011-05-04T23:51:00.004+08:00

This weekend was all about fun drives, overpriced squid, relentless tanning, swimming, food and alcohol sneaking, blissfully doing nothing and LOL-ing at Laiya, Batangas.

Good, good times.

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