Sunday, September 25, 2011

Oh So Random

Been away from the blogosphere for a while. Sorry for the unannounced hiatus and for not bringing you an outfit post today. Been reading like a maniac this past week, well re-reading the last 5 books in the Vampire Academy series in preparation for the final book: Last Sacrifice. And my god that week was great. See, my ideal day would be staying in and reading a book all day long. And I did just that starting last Saturday! School wasn't even a hindrance. (I may have skipped a class in order to finish a book in this series? Haha!)

So anyway, this post is just about some things that I took photos of this September and during the last week of August. Random post I know. I suppose you could think of this as an update of sorts? :) Photos above include my newly altered zebra print dress, snakeskin skirt, mom's resurrected super ancient beepers and cellphone (it looks more like a walkie-talkie if you ask me haha), new tassel necklace from Bubbles, sequined blazer and furry jacket from F-stop, my new fringe bags, my cousin Mariel's and Mama's cakes and more sweets! I'm especially proud of my homemade wicked oreos though I'm sure a lot of you can do it too. Oh well, I can dream that I'll make a good housewife, right? Haha!

But going back to my intro, (and you could skip this one if you're not interested in reading my review) I really enjoyed reading the VA series. It was sooo much better than Twilight. Then again, Twilight wasn't really good (for me at least so don't hate!) so no point in making that comparison. I know that it's a vampire-saturated market out there but what can you do? It's a classic. Back then Bram Stoker's Dracula, Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles and L.J. Smith's Vampire Diaries were the books that entranced readers (and they still do). So I'm not really ashamed to admit that I like reading stories like these. And trust me, the VA's plot's a bit different from other vamp stories. Vampires were shown in a different light, a bit of teen drama and intrigues were thrown in here and there, some politics and mystery to keep it refreshingly interesting and hallelujah the forbidden love aspect wasn't too cheesy. And the VA never disappointed me...well okay, some parts did but the plot and characters were written very well that I had to overlook the flaws and still give it to Richelle Mead. I especially loved it because of the characters. They all felt very real that reading this series had been such a cathartic experience for me. Rose was sassy, feisty, impulsive, reckless and rude yet all these flaws made her startlingly real. And even though I hated her for being such a whiny brat at times, for making selfish and rash decisions and ending up with Dimitri Belikov while abandoning charming and sexy Adrian Ivashkov (really, even his name oozes with sex appeal), I still think Rose was a badass heroine. Her POV was also very sarcastic, witty and funny which never failed to crack me up. Although the last 3 books didn't live up to my expectations (Rose just became increasingly annoying because she showed no character growth), I still recommend you give this saga a chance since parts 1, 2, and 3 were worth it. I stayed 'til the end due to my love of the side characters who developed really well (like Lissa, Christian, Adrian and Eddie) as the story progressed (and 'coz I didn't want an unfinished collection in my bookshelf). Character-driven plot FTW! Woohoo! Flaws aside, I do think the series was a step above other young adult vampire series out there. I even resorted to wearing my prescription glasses because I literally couldn't put the book down and my eyes started to sting, get blurry and puffy from crying so much. Yeah, it was that good. And now that I just finished reading all the books...I will patiently wait for the movie to come out. I do hope they push through with it. And now I'm moving on to The Hunger Games Trilogy! Can't wait!!! :)

PS. I hope you didn't feel like brushing your teeth after seeing all that sweet stuff above. Heh :))

XO.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Fierce and Colorful

Gloomy weather calls for a bright and cheery outfit! But really, don't mind that lame reasoning, this outfit was actually semi-inspired by a Taiwanese drama series called The Fierce Wife. Haha!
So yeah, aside from shoving some Murakami up your browser the last time you went to visit, I'm now going to passionately blab about this new drama series that I (together with our household help) recently got hooked on. Bear with me people! Give it a chance. :))
Although the story of FW (Fierce Wife) may seem targeted for a more mature audience, it actually isn't just mainly about marital problems and the like. This could very well be anyone’s personal story, which makes FW all the more believable and possible to understand for viewers like me. I mean, I may not know much about divorce or marriage, but the sense of betrayal in any relationship can be easily understood by almost anyone. So here goes the story. Ever since the couple got married, Kristine had been nothing but a perfect wife to Louie. They had the cookie-cutter type of family. That was until Me Ann, Kristine's younger cousin, arrived from the US to stay at their home for a while (the girl needed to land a job and find her own place to stay in first). As the story progressed, Me Ann developed an attraction to Louie who soon fell for her too. They then start an affair that led to the disintegration of Kristine's marriage.
That's roughly the plot of the story. As you continue to watch the it, you will realize that it's not entirely about Kristine's failed marriage to Louie but about the journey she embarks on to become a confident and independent woman. A mom, an ex-wife but more importantly a w
oman who loves herself as much as she loves those around her (we have a saying in Filipino that goes---bago ka magmahal ng iba, matuto ka munang mahalin ang sarili mo / you must love yourself first, before you love someone else). The problem with Kristine was she forgot to love herself and live her own life when she got tied down to Louie. Her life revolved around him. And there's no problem with that. But the thing is, she let herself go. She forgot to take care of herself and abandoned the dreams that she once had. So yeah, after her divorce she strived to improve herself. She found a job, started dressing up (not to impress people but because she loved herself enough) etc. Fast forward to the ending, she became even more beautiful (eat your heart out Louie!), his life became miserable (ain't karma a bitch) and Me Ann (being mentally ill and all) learned she only liked Louie because she was in love with the idea of him being a successful man---someone she cannot have---and soon left him. Louie asked for Kristine's forgiveness and she acknowledged his genuine apology but she chose not to be with him again. Getting back with him would put everything to waste because to turn back means to revert back to her old self and to forget about the progress she’s made to become the independent, confident woman she is today. Hence, it was only reasonable for both to go their separate ways.That ending was such a bittersweet moment but it totally made sense. It made me admire Kristine more because she had the courage to move on and reject Louie's offer to get back with him. It's always easier to return to old convenient ways than to move forward, perhaps even alone. It also made sense that she didn't end up with anyone after her divorce. Aside from all the symbolism, jokes and metaphors (that I truly enjoyed) used and thrown in this drama, I guess what made me love this series even more was the natural ease in acting by the actors. Oh.My.Gosh. THE ACTING. The acting wasn't overly dramatic. So subtle. So simple yet so poignant. Kudos to these brilliant actors! Pero higit sa lahat, nakakaloka 'to kasi nakakagigil si Me Ann at Louie. I swear, when me and Ate Gina (our household help) watch it together, namimilipit na kami sa inis. Pinagpapapalo namin yung unan sa isa't-isa! HAHAHA! :)))

So I appear to have rambled on long enough. Haha! I hope after reading this, you'll give FW a chance and watch it yourself! You guys can watch it here! Now. Going back to my outfit, how was it inspired by FW, you ask? Well, that's my "If-I-were-a-fierce-mom-slash-wife" outfit. *laughs* I know it looks a tad too young and that's why I said it was only "semi-inspired". Oh excuses. Just agree with me please. Haha!

PS. Can't wait for "Nasaan Ka, Elisa?", a remake of the Chilean version "Donde Esta, Elisa?" which was based on Stieg Larsson's Swedish novel (originally entitled as Men Who Hate Women) "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo"!!! Hmm, interesting. I've watched the Swedish film version and it was really disturbing. If the story's based on the novel...then Filipino viewers are in for a big surprise. I wonder how they will receive it. :)

XO.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Haruki Murakami: On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful April morning

Just got home from school and I'm really upset 'coz I didn't get the schedule that I wanted. Well, actually I got a good sched but because I wasn't satisfied and wanted a better one, I dropped this particular subject in order to make room for another one. But when I went to adjust today, apparently they couldn't grant my request and as a result I waited and wasted an afternoon for nothing and am one subject short for this term. Because of this, I now have a very messed up (butas-butas) sched and need to kill time (5 looong and agonizing hours) on Tuesdays and Fridays for the next 3 months. Le sigh. Anyway, here's a little Murakami to perk myself up. A very apt story too if you ask me since it's about letting go and passing up an opportunity (or love) when it's really unnecessary to do so, without thinking that once you let it pass you can never get a hold of it ever again (or maybe it will come again just not in the same way). So yeah, what a great--not to mention ironic, way to cheer myself up. Only reminds me of being the failure that I already am (both in life and in love haha). One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.

Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.

Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.

But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.

"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.

"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"

"Not really."

"Your favorite type, then?"

"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."

"Strange."

"Yeah. Strange."

"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"

"Nah. Just passed her on the street."

She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.

Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.

After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.

How can I approach her? What should I say?

"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"

Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.

"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"

No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?

Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."

No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.

We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.

I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.

Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.

Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"

Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.

One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.

"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."

"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?

And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"

"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."

And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.

The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.

One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible inluenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.

They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.

Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.

One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:

She is the 100% perfect girl for me.

He is the 100% perfect boy for me.

But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.

A sad story, don't you think?

Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.

XO.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Skin Tone

Two posts in one night. Now that's something. I feel like I'm blogging like there's no tomorrow! Don't get used to it though, once term 2 resumes for me it's back to sporadic posts again. But since I'm still enjoying my term break, here's yesterday's outfit post! I wore this to this event so click this! Hee.

So much details in one look, yeah? But I liked how this outfit was sort of like a blank canvass for me. It was the perfect outfit to showcase some interesting little details and accessories. Looking at these photos now, I can't help but feel so happy. 'Coz this is what style blogging is all about for me. It's about documenting the day I wore this particular outfit and how I felt so freakin' good inside 'coz I loved what I was wearing. It's preserving the memory of these clothes and capturing that moment, that glorious moment of feeling so damn great in these clothes on photos. So yeah, some people might raise their eyebrows and think of what I'm doing as shallow but this is not just about being materialistic and conceited (although it is a bit conceited if you ask me haha). Because for me, fashion is a beautiful beautiful (and I had to repeat the word twice for emphasis...and I really have to stop this intrapersonal talk haha!) avenue for self-expression. I love fashion because this is my art. It's your art as well, my dear reader. I believe that I wake up everyday for my family, friends and for that one thing that I am supposed to do while I exist in this world. I don't have to be busy with different things, as long as I get to do that one thing that I love doing. I know of someone who was so awfully committed to his art. In the past, I thought it was a bit much that he never got tired of drawing even though it's what he always did on a daily basis. He even said that he loved his art more than any girl in the world. Well, I understand you now my friend...and I miss you. :)

So yeah, I really don't know why I just typed all of that. I'm just feeling really passionate about fashion tonight. Oh dear me, I need to sleep this off. Fast. Haha!

PS. I'm an outfit repeater. I wore this exact same shorts here. Haha! :)

Beige leotard-ish top- Bench
Tan culottes- ShopCapricious
Spike necklace- The Ramp
Floral watch- Guess
Bow belt- The Landmark
Muted gold flower bracelet- gifted
Black bead bracelets- Love Eyecandy
Apricot studded heels- Manels
Cambridge-inspired satchel- Coconut Gold
Single feather earring- Top Avenue

Pageant Judging + Dinner Out!

Hi y'all! This isn't an outfit post but I'll get to that later as I'm going to create another blog post for that. So for now, here's what happened last night when my childhood friend Camille and I were asked to judge a beauty pageant for JCFAP where students from different universities gathered for this event.
I wore my Bench leotard-ish beige top, ShopCapricious tan culottes, Top Avenue single feather earring, Apricot studded heels from Manels and tan cambridge-inspired satchel from Coconut Gold.
The judges' table. Dun-dun-dun.
I wasn't really jotting anything down. Just posin' for the camera! Haha!
Cams and I hate flash photography (only 'coz we don't know how to come up with stellar photos using flash and...maybe 'coz I need an external flash?), but anyway, we think it's too harsh and we always end up with our eyes closed in pictures! Hence, our weird poses here. Haha!
So good of En and Rej to come with us! They're my grade school chums, you see. :)
Thank you to our sponsor Presto Creams. Chos!
The emcees and the president of the organization. :)
The girl who won the shortest shorts award. No kidding! You can barely see her shorts! Haha!
Ay bongga si ate. Kabog! This is what you call...Labas-bra-fasyooown. :)
Thank you to Leni for being so caring and accommodating! T'was nice meeting you! Sobrang bait niya swear. :)
Super duper mega late dinner at Johnny Rockets in Tomas Morato. Hihi home of the dancing servers. :)
Kawawang jukebox. Di namin tinantanan to. Haha!Nakasalalay sa piso ang aming kaligayahan. Haha!
Doing some old school moves. The "I'm drowning" dance.
I've had better milkshakes but...ah the hell with it!
Oh how I love soggy fries.
May gatas pa ako sa labi. :))
Cams felt so full she can't even smile. Haha!
And that's that! Cams and I had a fun time judging. Frantically looking up to see the candidates and glancing down our score charts (man they walked sooo fast!), sniggering as the male candidates took their shirts off while the girls screamed in delight and trying hard not to burst out laughing when those who weren't so blessed in the "buff" department walked down the ramp. Haha! It was a great night because it felt sooo good to be out after locking myself up inside the house during finals week! Anyway, I'm just glad that I'm officially on term-break mode and that I got good grades! But it's still a bummer that term will resume for me this coming week. KJ ng school namin! Di ko man lang na-feel yung vacay ko! Haha! :)

Will blog about my outfit on the next post! :)

XO.
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