Carbon Copy

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

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

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

I cannot find the words, really.

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

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Dental Debacle

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

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?

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

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

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

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

'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

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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