Tuesday, 31 July 2007

Lower Expectations?

I’m completely oblivious when people start to flirt with me.

Last Sunday while searching for the perfect birthday gift for Mommie Dearest, I saw the perfect Diane Von Furstenberg tote bag. Granted, Mommie Dearest isn’t really fond of tote bags, but I did feel sorry for her when I saw her balancing her papers in one arm and her LV speedy in another. I think she needs something to just hold all her papers together.

As I perused the selection, I was completely unaware that someone was perusing me. Well, not completely. I did see him peeking at me but paid no notice. I was still mired in what to choose. When I’m shopping, the whole world just kinda goes away and yours truly is oblivious of anything happening around me. I looked over at the Calvin Klein shirts and saw the “50% off” sign. I walked over to the rack and started to quickly review the shirts; picking out the ones I liked. I leafed through it like the pages through a book. Then Asian guy said, “Hey. Be more careful. These are expensive clothes you know…”
I smiled and laughed it off.
Obviously this guy has never heard of what expensive really is. When I hear the word expensive I think Christian Dior Couture or Chanel.
I immediately went back to looking at the shirts.
He was trying to make eye and I wasn’t making it easy.
I picked out the shirts I wanted: a black cotton polo and a long-sleeved striped.
Asian boy once again sidled up next to me to the counter to pay.
“Nice Shirts.” He said.
I smiled.
“These are the ones I picked” He raised the two DKNY t-shirts.
I smiled.
I swiped my Amex.
“Nice card.” He said.
I smiled.
Then I left.
Just like that.
As I sat in the Starbucks, I thought to myself “Why do I just shut people out?” “Is it because I’m not “fully out” I had to wonder.
Had I began my downward slide into becoming one of those old maids that just go shopping?
Come to think of it. I kinda regret not giving him a chance.
Are my standards for a boyfriend too strict and high that it’s virtually unattainable?
Is there a time when everyone must lower their expectations?

Monday, 30 July 2007

Teach Me

I just love love love this song...

It's a classic.

Here's Amy Winehouse's rendition:

Watch Tita Vernie Varga sing it...

Sunday, 29 July 2007

It finally happened.

Just as I was going to bed, I checked Empress Maruja's latest entry.

I won one. I finally won his Bunny Man Hunt!!!!

Many many thanks to the Empress for having such a fun game which gives me headaches at times. Try it out! Everyone! It's not as hard as it seems. Plus his entries are wonderfully entertaining.

Back to bed for me. Must look fresh and smiling for my first meeting with the new boss tomorrow.

Thursday, 26 July 2007

You thought I was joking

This is what my old bathroom looked like:

Now here it is with some tweaking and the Tiffany Blue:

The knick knacks and prints on the walls came from bed bath and beyond, homegoods, and kirkland home. HomeGoods is actually a secret of mine. They have really nice sheets and I mean NICE. Like 600 thread count nice for half the price. It all depends on timing though.

I think it looks way better than the old bathroom. Can't believe I waited this long to do this. Next to go is the vanity and the mirror. I'll do those when my budget allows. I shouldn't have bought Mom the Cavalli dress. I'm getting a new shower curtain also. That rose pink white thingy is just not cutting it. Hopefully, my Tita likes it. She's coming for a visit the first week of August.
So...should I drop out of college and enroll at Parsons??? LOL.

Thanks to all of you who come to read this "blog" and merci tres tres beaucoup to those who actually leave a comment.

I'll leave y'all with a quote inscribed on one of those ceramic plaques that people hang on their walls. I didn't buy one. It said:
"Life is measured not by the number of breaths, but the number of moments that take our breath away" or something like that. Thought it was interesting. Anywho, time for a shower. Ciao!

Tuesday, 24 July 2007

You know, I'd give you all of me...

I had this song on repeat while I was ripping wallpaper off and painting...

I just love her. She's so fantastic.

Monday, 23 July 2007


For the longest time, I have been plotting to redo my bathroom from it's fugly state. The previous owners put up pink seashell wallpaper which had started to turn yellow. Furthermore, the wall paper edges started to peel. It felt like I was in that short story "The Yellow Wallpaper". On Saturday night, out of frustration due to work and my non-existent love life, I started ripping the wallpaper off the walls like a stripper on crack. I became a madman. Before I knew it, the walls were bare and with the help of solvents it was clear.

Then came the hard part.
What color to choose...

At first I wanted to stencil in interlocking C's sort of like an homage to Chanel or do an LV on the walls. But I thought that it would be a bit much. Suddenly an idea hit me. I rummaged through my closet and found an Hermes paperbag and a Tiffany&co. bag. I decided to go with the same color that Tiffany's uses on their bags and boxes. I had the people at Home Depot match the color. Sooo now my bathroom walls are Tiffany Blue.

Now that's an homage.

Wednesday, 18 July 2007

Hopelessly Romantic

Yes. I'm guilty like *most* filipinos out there. We're all hopeless romantics and we just love love love romantic comedies.

I finally got to watch My Sassy Girl which my friend R had been raving about for so long. Thanks to crunchyroll, you can watch most of your favorite Koreanovelas and Asian movies. They even have Pinoy movies too!

Watch My Sassy Girl. Now!

I've now moved on to Lovers in Paris...Man! I think these Koreans are Filipinos except whiter...and they don't feel the need to have a song and dance number in all of their movies.

My Girlfriend(s)

I would like to pay homage to the women in my life who first taught me about the importance of fasyon...of Manolos...of Jimmy Choo. They introduced me to Dolce and Gabbana and to Valentino,and Chanel. They opened my eyes to the legendary Birkin and it was because of them that I discovered the cosmopolitan. More than that, they encouraged me to find my true self. I couldn't have survived high school without them. Because I loved and still love them...

Please say Hello! to Cary, Charlotte, Samantha, and Miranda my eternal idols.

Sex and the City will hit the silver screen very very soon.

I just love the final scene of the series...

"...but the most exciting, challenging, and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself..."

Can't wait 'til the movie comes out!

Monday, 9 July 2007

The Fabulousness of Rap Music

Perhaps one of the MOST masculine things about me is my penchant for rap music. I would choose it over rock, dance, techno, etc. I think it's all about the beat. A Great beat can make anyone move. Plus, they also love designer clothes, and lots and lots of expensive things.
I just love how they have another language and how words can have different meanings...
These are just a few of my favorites...

"Believe me Sweetie I got enough to feed the needy." LOL. How great is that!

The videos are awesome. It's just all about Money, Clothes, and hos...

"I put hoes in ny onto dkny /Miami, d.c. prefer versace /
All philly hoes, dough and moschino /Every cutie wit a booty bought a coogi" haha. It's a classic.

This video was the one playing when I went down on J , my first ever BJ...

Ah. Memories. Sex is definitely better with music.

Wednesday, 4 July 2007

Happy 4th.

So it's another Fourth of July. It's a day when we as Americans celebrate the founding of our country. The mightiest, greatest, most powerful nation to date. Well,... someone had to replace Rome. They don't call us a Superpower for nothin'. Eh?

I think we as Americans are misjudged by other countries. My old Civics Professor, Dr. Preston, had us write an essay entitled "What is an American?" That just stumped me. Is an American the typical stereotype of the White Anglo-Saxon Protestant? Well, not anymore. There are no distinct physical features of what constitutes an American. Simply go to New York, Chicago, LA, San Francisco and even the farthest reaches of the country and you will find Asian Americans, African Americans, Hispanic Americans etc.--by definition ALL are Americans.

In the end I wrote about the ideals of being an American which are espoused in our Declaration of Independence:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.

I don't think any other country in the world guarantees the pursuit of happiness. They even mention it twice in the same paragraph. Since it is guaranteed, I encourage everyone to actively pursue his own happiness...well, What are you waiting for? Men died so you can pursue it! GO!

I'll leave y'all with an anecdote from a very old,wise Black man. (I think it was Richard Pryor...It could have been Uncle Ben...)

He once said, "There's No other country in the World where a poor Black Boy can grow up and become a Rich, White Man...

and that boy was Michael Jackson."

God Bless America.