Famine of Inspiration

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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"

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.


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One For Japan

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

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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A Wedding, A Death and A Gala

Across the world, so many significant events have taken place within the past week. Thankfully, such occurrences have been positive---well, sort of.

Prince William who?

First, there's the royal wedding which my friends and I watched at the beach via live streaming. I know a lot of us have been hoping Sarah Burton would make it. At first, I thought the dress was a let-down considering it's McQueen. I was personally expecting something more edgy and young. I definitely do not hate it though and I guess it's more sensible that she went for something more classic. For what it's worth, the cut and the construction are incredible and Kate Catherine looked radiant and happy. Also, kudos to Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie for the audacity to wear the most talked about, Gaga-ish headpieces. Then there's Pippa, stunning!

In other news, Osama Bin Laden is dead, or so it has been reported and confirmed by President Obama. That's good news but I know I'm not the only one who has this sense of foreboding following his death. Did they really need to throw his body into the ocean?

Monday night marked the most anticipated red carpet event in the fashion world, The Met Costume Institute Gala featuring the works of the late legendary fashion designer Alexander McQueen.

Having known for his risque, avant garde pieces, you would think the guests would come to the Metropolitan Museum in more than the usual designer duds and perhaps even wear McQueen's most exquisite creations. This, after all, is a tribute to the art genius that he was. But apparently, most of them didn't get the memo. Thank goodness for Christina Ricci, Dakota Fanning, Leelee Sobieski, Liv Tyler and of course the ever reliable Daphne Guinness who is a good friend of McQueen. Among the immortals models, Shalom, Gisele, Natalia, Crystal Renn and Raquel Zimmerman brought their A game. Hamish Bowles and Jenna Lyons also deserve major credit for their fantastic, unconventional outfit choices.

Daphne Guinness in Alexander McQueen never disappoints.

The little girl with no front teeth is now a lovely, young lady in Valentino.

Vogue's Hamish Bowles in custom Alexander McQueen. Look how tight those trousers are. Awesome!

Supermodel Shalom Harlow is a vision in Marchesa. 

Look at her. Gisele being all Gisele and shit (in a floor sweeping McQueen gown). 

Christina Ricci in Zac Posen. This girl has been acing Red Carpet 101.

Oh, and Bryanboy was also at the event rubbing elbows with the queen bee Anna and with models, celebrities and designers. He was in head-to-toe Dolce and Gabbana. Wow.

Photos: nymag.com, msn.com

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Happily Burnt

So I got back yesterday from a super awesome weekend at the beach and I'm now looking fiercely toasted. Seeing how dark I got brings joy to my heart.

I already miss the beach and the gang.

More pictures coming up!

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