Tuesday, May 31, 2005
allelluia! the internet junkie gets her fix
After days and days of trying to convince PLDT-DSL that yes, we have a problem with our internet, the finally sent someone over the fix out DSL! When he walked through our door, he had a halo around his head. We were so happy!
Life really stops in this household when the internet is down. DSL flows through our veins like an opiate. We experience severe withdrawal symptoms when we cannot secure a good, steady supply of it. But our DSL lives again, and I can now resume my regular posting.
Happy days are here again!time for the grand anouncement
Watch out for the premiere episode of the show *Islamusik*,on ABC 5, June 18, Saturday, 6pm. A show about OPM!, Hosted by yours truly.
Each episode if genre-based so watch out for a jazz episode, a hiphop episode, rock, world, and every single type of music that thrives or survives on our archipelago today.
(I just learned how to make the letters big and colored! Hehe! Now my page is going to start looking tacky. :-p)chocolate castle!
Today's exploits took me to Chocolate Lovers in Cubao, better known as "yung chocolate castle". I journeyed there on my noble steed, my dad's car, on a quest to slay the evil dragon and reclaim all the chocolate he had stolen from the townsfolk and selfishly horded for centuries. And since I was headed there, I thought I might pick up some baking chocolate as well for a bunch of goodies I wanted to make.
I had vague memories of the the castle in my mind during the few times we would pass it. It was a tiny, cute little castle-like structure. It had a turret, battlements, and a lovely pointed roof, elongated at the bottom, done in brown roof tile. Said castle (or "castle-let") was painted to look like it was made of chocolate bricks.
I wasn't expecting to find a massive, four-story structure on the site where the cute little castle once stood. Now this was a real castle. It had a big, black, ornate gate, several turrets, and a tall, tall spire at the very top of the whole teetering thing. Every inch of it was painted to look like chocolate brick. Every window, from the bottom to the top, had shades drawn over them and all the shades had gigantic, real-looking, rainbow marshmallows on them.
I was almost afraid. It was all too castle-like. It looked too real. What if the Chocolate king and Chocolate queen didn't like me? Would they execute me? (death by chocolate?)
I went in through the main entrance and was greeted by a sentinel (ok well, a security guard), behind a brown desk that had a sign on it that said: Please hold on to your receipt for random inspection. Woah.
Before the desk was a staircase to the left saying that the Chocolate Lover's school for chocolate making/ baking/ cake decorating was upstairs. To the right of the desk was a little cafe that served Zagu and a bunch of chocolate pastries and treats. Straight ahead of me was the Chocolate Lovers baking store. I proceeded straight.
Despite the dingy, flourescent warehouse lighting, and the excessive number of surveillance mirrors and, "Hoy, magnanakaw! Huli ka! Nakatutok sa iyo ang camera!" signs, I felt like I had stumbled into some kind of wonderland, or had fallen inside a giant Easter egg.***note: one gets the impression that the management has a severe problem with shoplifters that they're trying to squelch. I don't know if the mirrors are really helping. What they need is a good team of Oompa Loompas to stand guard and carry off the shoplifters after they've turned into giant grapes, or gotten their head stuck in the chocolate machine, or fallen through a hole in the floor. And every time they carry off a criminal, they can start singing "oompa loompa dobee lee dee" with matching choreography for all of us! I swear, those little guys can really get the job done.-end of note-
Maybe it was the rows and rows of every single form of chocolate ever created, bags and bags of them, stuffed into shelves. There were bags of chocolate chips of different flavors. Chocolate rocks. And big, big 5 kilo blocks of all kinds of chocolate in different colors. Those blocks of chocolate could be used as deadly weapons (the phrase "death by chocolate" comes to mind once again).
They also sold other goodies like sugar flowers, every single color and shape of sprinkle, rose stems with real-looking leaves for making candy roses, bags of rice krispies in ever color from neon pink to green, green maraschino cherries, bags of margarine, bags of that flavored powder Zagu uses, bags of ice cream powder that you have to add water to and freeze, huge cans of "ice cream flavoring"... all available in bulk.
Even though all I needed was chocolate, I ended up traipsing around the store in awe for a half hour longer just looking at the stuff.
I was disapointed, however, that there were no Oompa Loompas in the vicinity to take me on a tour of the Chocolate Castle. No Oompa Loompas in sight, only some very surly cashier women who didn't even sing and dance for me when I asked them to.
In the end, I had to leave early because I tried pickpocketing a marshmallow and I could feel myself becoming a giant, long, skinny marshmallow (a twizzler!!!).blogetiquette- from denise!
I thought her entry dated May 30, 2005 on Blog Etiquette was worth sharing. There'll always be that one person on your comment box who'll read something you wrote and either
a. take it personally or
b. think what he/she just read makes up the author's entire person
and will proceed to post something war-freakish, insulting, or just plain insane. Like if I write "I hate dogs", some person who loves dogs will get offended, or think I am cruel and inhuman for hating dogs and react accordingly.
Whatever. You get my point.
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Sunday, May 29, 2005
being sick does this to you
For reasons I am unable to explain, I feel the tides changing again. I know it by the twisting in my gut, that something's coming, that I'm ready to usher in a new wave of the unknown.
There's been too many reasons for me to put my life on hold the past year. Had those reasons not been there, I'd be closer to where I want to be at this point. Admittedly, there's a certain note of resentment in my writing this. Why do I have to wait? Why do I have to delay, delay, delay the life of potential I see here to start from zero in a new place less than a year from now. I can't help but feel resentment that anything I do here at this point won't really amount to anything because I have to leave it all behind. And there's so much I want to do. But what good is starting anything you're going to have to cut short?
I don't hate this place like other people do. But if everyone keeps saying life is better somewhere else, well... ok then. Guess, I'll just take their word for it.
Not that I don't believe them. But isn't life good here, too?
And why am I the only one in my family who was never absolutely crazy over getting my butt out of this place?
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Saturday, May 28, 2005
when technology turns on you
This is the 2nd time I'm typing this entry and I'm too picon to do it over again.
My internet has been down for a week, so I hauled my sick, feverish carcass over to my lolo's house to try his connection, only to have it malfunction as well.
I just found out that Mac OS 10.3 (aka Panther) was responsible for erasing half the contents of my external firewire harddrive a few months ago when I bought this Powerbook. I love Mac, but this just spells lawsuit, lawsuit, LAWSUIT!!! As if. I hope someone else sues them. Operating systems can't go around erasing people's precious data. And no, it can't ever be retrieved. It's not just lost, it has ceased to exist. Goodbye photos, essays, and old projects I was so fond of.
Mac better make a big deal out of this problem.
Anyways, too sick and picon to write a decent entry. Ciao!
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Sunday, May 22, 2005
sunog lang ng sunog!
May 18, 2005! The sky was heavy with dark clouds, and there was a lightning show on the horizon. The stage was decked out to look like a warzone, with tattered flags, tires, and a menacing, balsa-foam jester smack in the center. The crowd trickled in in multitudes as the first band, "Sabon", played. By the time the 2nd band, "Bandido", played, the gathering crowd amounted to approximately 5,000-6,000 in number.
This was the Greyhoundz launch of their 3rd album "Apoy" at Fiesta Pasiklab. Graced by bands Sabon, Bandido (my brother's band!), Kapatid, Mayonnaise, Kampai, and Radioactive Sago Project, and hosted by Jay of Kamikazee, NU 107's DJ Dylan (?), and myself, what started out as a simple album launch morphed into a major production.
By the time Greyhoundz came on stage with a 20-song set, the crowd was just as electric as the band was. They had the best concert I've seen them do this year!
My friend Jake took an awesome picture of Nino here. (please do check out his site! It's an absolute must-see.)
My brother Mio played a good set too, although they were jeered at by the crowd in the beginning because they were the youngest band there and practically unheard of. That made my protective instincts kick in and I had to stop myself from yelling, "Hoy! Huwag niyong mumurahin kapatid ko!!!", and starting a fight with 5,000 people. Thankfully I restrained myself, saved myself from an early death, and saved mio from a potentially embarrassing situation. Bandido recovered too and soon there were even a couple of audience members moshing in the pit!
That's got to be the biggest, bongga-est album launch this country has seen in years. Congratulations to Greyhoundz! They done really, really well ;-) I'm proud!
To think in high school I hated Greyhoundz. That's because I listened to nothing but hiphop and had no exposure to or desire for rock music. To this day, my high school batchmates can't believe I ended up with one of them (as well as metamorphosed into some sort of hippie). Ah, life.star DANce
Dan lost the Star Dance finals today. When the judges told him to step out of the spotlight, I saw his back hunch over the way it does when he's really devastated. I first saw that posture on Dan when I watched him in a play where his character had to do a scene where he was burying his dead wife. That's how he looked as the platform he was standing on sank into the stage, slowly making him disappear from view.
Me, Macky, and Elea immediately ran backstage to console him but because security was tight, I was the only one who got in. I saw Dan in the midst of a tight huddle of members of his dance troupe, "L-Crew". I was planning on consoling him in my usual upbeat, roundabout manner, a punch on the arm, an irreverent joke, a hug. But when I saw him crying, I didn't know what to do or say. I felt so bad for him I couldn't help but cry, too. I remember watching gymnastics on TV, and seeing the athletes cry heartbreakingly at the end of their routines when they know they flubbed it real badly, or when the judges gave them a low score. I used to feel so sorry for them, and that's how I felt for Dan today except it was worse because I actually saw how hard he worked.
I felt so bad for him that I felt any words of comfort just seemed awkward, false, and insincere. But eventually, he stood up, smiled, and went over to console his fellow Star Dancer, Joey, who had also been eliminated.
I know that in every contest, there's a winner and loser. Strangely enough, I didn't find it unjust that Dan lost, even though it's plain to see he's the best dancer among the final four. Where the others had some notieceable kinks and inconsistencies here and there, Dan was the smoothest, the most versatile, the most refined. Put it this way, if all the judges had been trained dancers themselves, Dan would have come out the winner hands down.
But this is television, and therefore, a popularity contest. In this world, you don't win a dance concert on TV by being the best dancer. I'm not saying the winner didn't deserve to win or won through popularity alone. By all means, all four finalists should be proud of themselves for giving amazing performances. But this is television, and if you're in the final four of Star Dance, whether you win or lose, it doesn't really say anything about the way you dance.
Knowing this from the very beginning, I knew Dan would make it far, but I wasn't sure if he would win. Of course, I truly hoped he would win but I knew there was a chance he might not. And this was all good with me. To me, it was enough to see him make it to the finals, give his best, dance like the superstar he is. In the end, it's just a contest, just one contest, and I know Dan has bigger worlds to conquer. It takes alot of guts to put yourself out there in the first place. Through the course of this competition, he's already been an inspiration to so many people, both dancers and non-dancers. And boy, did he dazzle.
Dan da man, whether you win or lose this contest, keep on dancing because to the people who believe in you, the spotlight's still on you.
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Sunday, May 15, 2005
promotions
My friend Dan got into the Star Dance finals!!! Unfortunately, his father passed away last night. Blessings often mix with tragedy in strange ways. Goodluck in the finals, Dan! You so deserve to be there! Guys, please say even a tiny, 1-second prayer for Dan. Just send good vibes his way. Sige na. Please.Here he is displaying his awesome talent at the semis! That's him on the left!
The best dancer in the Philippines!
I will officially be back on TV very soon. I guess it's safe to anounce this now that we've taped four episodes of my upcoming show on ABC 5. I won't disclose the title yet, but it's all about OPM! And I'm mad excited about it!
Don't forget to go to the GREYHOUNDZ ALBUM LAUNCH, Fiesta Pasiklab, Commonwealth. Featuring bands Bandido (my little brother's band!), Kampai, Mayonnaise, and Radioactive Sago! Support OPM!
And lastly... my future inaanak! You can see his face quite clearly :-)
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Monday, May 09, 2005
the 80s are over...
... and it's time for a new lay-out with a more, er, lasting theme, and a little less clutter. Don't forget to click on the "about ala-ism" gif on the sidebar!
If you are using Internet Explorer, yes I am aware that said image somehow made it's way into the header. Still trying to fix it!ninang Ala
The other day, Nino and my two friends Trina and Iea came over and we were playing with Ananda in my room. Ananda would stand up on her two legs and wave her arms around and everyone would collapse into "awwww" and "aaaaayyy!". It's amazing how gigil people can get over babies. I think the reason why is because we all need something to nurture. It makes us feel more alive by reminding us of how interesting and dynamic life is, and how things grow and change everyday. Gives us something more to live for.
I commented to Trina that having my niece on my knee sometimes feels like a piece of heaven fell on my lap. I live for that moment each day when she sees me for the first time in the morning, gets excited, squeals, points at me, and starts making her way towards me like she hasn't seen me in 5 years. It's an amazing feeling to have a child's trust. It really gives you such a definite sense of responsibility and makes you feel older. All this from a person who's only 2 feet tall!
My friend Dave tells me that he's never seen such a proud and doting aunt. I can't help it! You don't need an excuse to love babies. You don't need to worry that you're getting too close, or that you're overstepping boundaries like how it is with older people. Babies are like open doorways to love.
I already have two inaanaks, Ananda and my former yaya's little girl, Yesha. Two weeks ago, I added another beautiful godchild to my list, baby Kai of Erika and Ej! I oh-so-excitedly await the arrival of my next one, set to come late August, from Jenn, my bestfriend of 13 years. I'm so excited I have a feeling I might cry when I see "it" for the first time.
Maybe having my own kids at this time is our of the question, but right now, inaanaks will do!
*** Ananda took four steps towards me yesterday!a beautiful place nonetheless
Duing a weekend Subic trip, I was talking to my friend Pia about places we've been, places we've seen, places we love. To people who grew up in a so-called "3rd World" country, international travel inevitably brings comparison to your own country. And alot of the time, the Philippines always comes out the loser in these comparisons. (I'm not complaining, and these are not my own sentiments about the Philippines. I'm talking about other people in general.)
Pia said something that struck me: "People who live in this country always think about how poor we are and how bad it is to live here. But when you go to countries poorer than we are, then you'll see what "poor" really is. We are okay! The Philippines is a beautiful place."
She went on to tell of how she visited an indigenous Philippine tribe whose people were protesting about how they were in such poverty (and indeed they were), and why people weren't doing anything about it. While their case was valid, she also found it wrong how these people made themselves poorer than they actually were by acting like they were perpetual victims of this poverty.
"People everywhere complain about how they live, even in 1st World countries", she said. "It doesn't matter whether you're the richest or the poorest".
To recognize defficiency is one thing, but poverty also lies in the mind and is often comparative.
You probably think what I'm saying is all B.S. "Sure", you say, "you can afford to talk like that because you've never experienced poverty, hunger, or material want. "But there are a great many ways to experience poverty, not just materially. There are lot of miserable rich people out there, as well as happy people who don't really have much.
Which brings me to my main point. Living here is not bad. What it is is this: it's what it is. The Philippines is the Philippines, and the minute we stop complaining how we don't have as many skyscrapers, amusement parks, and shopping malls as New York City does, how it's not as cold as the in States, then you'll see it for what it is and see that it's beautiful.
I've used the term "3rd World" in several of my entries but I never like to use it as a label that denotes heirarchy. I use it to define a state of being, with no judgement attached to it. Yes, we are in the 3rd World in the sense that we are not as "developed" and "safe". We are prone to crisis, of the social, natural, moral, and political kind. There are many poor people in this country, and most of the time, we don't have enough supplies to go around.
But to say a country is 3rd World in the heirarchal sense, is pretty screwed up. If we are 3rd in line, this connotes that the goal is to be among the first in line, and be with the so-called "pinnacles of the world", the "1st World" countries.
What is it with this whole 1st-world-3rd-world thing? Who says that every country should strive for a certain "look"? Yes, America, the first of the first worlds, is beautiful; they have lovely clean cities, skyscrapers, dozens of fastfood establishments to choose from, and state of the art theme parks. Who wouldn't long for such comforts?
But the thing is, we are not America and it makes no sense to try and be a carbon copy of it. Like what Pia said, we have a different culture, a completely different history, a different identity and soul, waiting to be realized. And since we are completely different, we will always just be, well, a bad carbon copy.
We can't be America, or Europe, and just because we can't, it doesn't mean we are freaks. The fact is, "chaotic" and "unsafe" places like the Philippines still thrive and exist, even in these so-called "modern" and "civilized" times. When you really think about it, the world isn't really as civilized and modern as we think it is. We only think it's safe.
What is a perfect world? What is a perfect country? Is there only one way to live, one way to exist? If the every single country in the world became "developed", "modern", "civilized", would the world be perfect then? And if a country chooses ricefields over cities, tradition over modernization, is it wrong?
This is not to say that we shouldn't strive for anything higher than what we are. But if that's what we want to do, we should do it our own way, kung ano ang babagay sa atin, because we are our own person, our own nation. And who is this person we are? Nobody knows because noone looks hard or long enough to find out.
The Philippines is a beautiful place. It may not be the safest, and living here can be very hazardous. Our little archipelago experiences at least 30 earthquakes a day, a consistent onslaugh of typhoons and other natural disasters, lives in the eye of terrorist activity, and regularly experiences military uprising or "coup de etat" that threatens to overthrow whoever is president at the moment and replace him/her with... who is it this time? Sometimes, the garbage builds up on the sidewalks, and the traffic builds up on the streets. Gas and electricity prices build up too, and it seems that the number of children on the streets just keep increasing.
But you know what? Living here builds f*cking character. It exposes us to many things. It presents us with different and unique situations. It makes us see how many ways there are to live. It teaches us to deal with the harshness and unpredictability of reality and daily living without getting too stressed out, or finding someone to sue for it. This is not the same as being complacent. As Pia and I agreed, it only means to say that we condition our minds to experience things in such a way that produces the least amount of stress from an otherwise stressful situation. (This is why Filipinos can laugh and crack jokes even in the direst of situations.)
Altough I am admittedly tempted at times to succumb to the pessimism that has engulfed alot of my countrymen, living here still fills me with wonder. There is just no other place in the world like where I am. And I still think we have the best beaches in the world, breath-taking natural resources, countless opportunities to mold and leave your mark on society, loads and loads of culture, and a rocking OPM scene. Everyday, amidst the somber headlines in the papers, tales of heroism still manage to spring forth. That alone already makes me believe that we're not as poor as we think.
*** This is my opinion now. It may change in 5 years.i want writing jobs
I want to contribute to magazines, lifestyle sections of newspapers, webzines... a column would be good (although I know that is a bit farfetched). Hear me, oh gods of the writing industry. Or if you are a mere mortal who knows a god of the writing industry, refer me, oh please! I mean it.
TV would be good too...
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Thursday, May 05, 2005
spotlight: Daniel Cabrera!
Dan and I met when we were skinny pre-teens: I was 12 and he was 14. We were together in our Repertory production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Being the talented singer-actor-dancer-artist that he is, I knew he would get the lead role. What I didn't know was that he'd play one of the lead roles in my life for the next ten years.
Yup, that's how long I've known Dan. I'm 22 now, which means it's been a decade. I still don't know how he managed to subtly weave his way into my life, like a thread in a tapestry. He was always just...there. He's like a brother to me, and if every single person in the world decides to hate me, Dan will be the only one standing by my side.. We tell each other secrets that aren't meant for any living person to hear. He's gone on family vacations with me. He drops by spontaneously and eats our food (a true sign of friendship to me... dropping by unanounced and demanding to be fed!). He's the only man whom my parents have given unconditional permission to enter my room (which previously was off-limits to boys).
My mother loves him, my aunties love him, and for Christmas/ birthdays/ mother's day, he always has something to give to the people who aren't his relatives but whom he has adopted in his heart as his own. This is what always astounds me about Dan. He's not the richest man alive, and has far, far less than I. But through heart and resourcefulness, he always has something to give. Dan values the people in his life and commits himself to showing it through little acts of thoughtfulness and "Kamusta na? Miss na kita" texts. Whenever I feel depressed and unwanted, I know there is always one person who's grateful to have me in his life, and he has never let me forgotten this, even when he's busy.
I've always known that Dan is going to get very, very far in life. He's had a hard life (compared to his life, mine is like a stroll along the beach!), and still has his share of difficult times; and yet, he manages to accomplish amazing things. Some people are blessed with so much and are given every opportunity in life and yet achieve so little with it. Then there are people like Dan who see potential in any situation. In that sense, he's what you would call an over-achiever, someone who achieves way beyond what is possible given arduous circumstances. And yet, despite working hard, he still always has a smile on his face and loves what he's doing.
This guy's got charm, artistahin good looks, and TALENT. He's been in theater for years, doing numerous stage plays. He can sing. He's a highly creative thinker, drawing/designing/decorating/styling. And best of all, he can DANCE.
He's the best goddamn dancer I know. He's been dancing, teaching dancing, and choregraphing ever since we were in high school. He's dedicated to his craft, taking classes in jazz, street, and even ballet. He's chorerographed theater productions, dance concerts (all with stunning results!), and is part of the dance group, L-Crew, who won this year's Dance Idol competiton.
And now here he is competing in the nation's biggest dance contest, STARDANCE, on ABSCBN, every Saturday afternoon! He's managed to get in the top 5, and is blazing his way to the finals!
Whether he wins or not, he says he's thankful for the experience to be able to share his skill and perform with people who also love dancing. That's Dan! It's always firstly about the experience, and money only comes second (otherwise, he would be working at some corporate job by now instead of doing what he loves: performing!
Now here's the thing: Daniel Cabrera needs the help of votes to win the StarDance competition. I wouldn't do this if I didn't seriously believe in him, (which I really, really, really do). Please, if the spirit moves you, or if you want good karma to come your way, pick up your phones and give a little something to help this talented, wonderful person reach the finals!Type: DANCE 5 and send to 2331 for Globe and Sun and 231 for Smart and Talk n' Text.
If you voted, thank you for your spontaneous act of kindness! :-)show off
I've spent the past 2 days working on blog templates! I'm quite proud of these particular two! One is Diandra's and the other one is Cathy's! Try to check 'em out.
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Wednesday, May 04, 2005
GREYHOUNDZ launches their latest album, "APOY"!!!
May 18, 9 PM, at Pasiklab, Commonwealth!
Entrance: 30 Pesos (and that includes entrance to the whole amusement park too!)Reasons why you should all come and show love!
1) Awesome location for only 30 pesos! Experience the unique thrill of a 3rd world amusement park! May Horror House pa!
2) Support OPM! Tangkilikin ang atin! Support Filipino bands who create original music!
3) Because the album is good stuff.
4) Because they did it, despite the loss of their late guitarist, Allen Cudal, who passed away last year.
5) Because I might host it and I'm scared the people will throw bottles at me.
6) Because they are still one of the biggest crowd-drawers in the Philippine rock scene to this day, and the main attraction at many of our major music events, nationwide.
7) Because we all need a good dose of rock n' roll every now and then.
8) Last but not the least: directly support Nino's band= indirectly support Ala (do the math).
Copies of the album will be available for purchase at the launch, and can be found in all leading music stores. Or, you can order a copy from this blog (but if you live real far, it will probably be easier for both of us to just buy it in a store)! See you all!
Note: My boyfriend can be seen shirtless and oiled in their latest music video, "Apoy". I'm proud of his guts. Even I've never gone oiled and shirtless on national TV. Woohoo, go Nino!yeah, it's me!
Finally it's done! I make one self-portrait a year, and this one took roughly two weeks. Never had the patience to work on anything that long. Took long because I've been busy and because I made so many revisions. Scrapped the first one because the face looked too long. Then I worked on the hands, and redid the skirt twice, then redid the bed and the pillows altogether. This is the first portrait I've done where I included my body. Also, this is the first portrait I've done on a computer. I was still painting on paper, canvas, and tiles just last year. Now I'm a lazy, cheating pixel artist. In a way, I feel like I'm some sort of traitor, abandoning tradition and all. But what the heck. I am a product of this era and it's technology.
Art-wise, I don't really work as hard as I should and end up producing alot of sloppy work. But this one was made for someone so it gave me that extra push. Here is a (very) scaled down version. The original file is so large that it takes Photoshop a minute to save it. It's possibly the size of a wall photo.
It's loosely based on a lovely snapshot he took of me in a bahay kubo in Boracay. Basically, it sums up the year before I turned 22 where I did nothing but travel and stay in foreign places (hence the bahay kubo), listen to music passionately (hence the iPod), and when I began my on-going metamorphosis into a computer geek (hence the Power Book). It looks like some kind of weird Mac ad but I've been absolutely partial to the two items in real life.
And the skirt was my age 21-22 key piece. I wore it day and night, at home and when I went out, when I travelled... everywhere. It became a sort of trademak after awhile and I had to stop wearing it just to let people know it wasn't the only piece of clothing I owned. But what I like about the outfit is that it makes the painting look like it's set in a past era until you notice the gadgets. I wanted both old-fashioned and very modern elemnts.
So yeah, it's very personal and may seem like some weird, screwed up Mac ad at first when you don't know what it's about. But people who really know me will understand it immediately.
Note: If you look really closely, I drew little frizzy hairs sticking out around the head. I don't like to romanticize my hair in portraits. Also, it's my own subtle way of campaigning against those stupid shampoo ads I've been seeing (real hair moves, people!)sign in santolan
You gotta read this!
And finally! Here's a nice link!
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