Forever 21 in Phils.

Mabuhay!

The Filipino version of smirnoff ice is most excellent (Taken with instagram)

I miss this view

“Hindi porket abroad mayaman na. Hindi kami banko.”

Over the weekend, so many entries came in for my contest and I am so delighted to discover a lot of Filipinos here on Tumblr.

Keep those entries coming! June 30 is the day when I announce the winner for this contest!

For the details of this contest, click here. 

For those who are inquiring buying about extra tickets, they’re P600 a piece. I can give a discount if you get more than 4 tickets. Then we can meet up or if you prefer that I send them via FedEx, that’ll be fine.

Just send me a message in my ask and I’ll get back to you after work. :)

Chicken thigh with rice at Mang Inasal. That restaurant is bomb, it’s my most favorite in the Philippines. I love using my fingers, it’s too good to use utensils, that’s how it’s meant to be anyways. On the side, I have a sauce mixed with vinegar, soy sauce, and calamansi. On my rice, I put a whole bunch of chicken sauce, nomnomnom. Even better, this place has unlimited rice :]

Assignments, discussions, quizzes, and tests are due tonight. 

Sociology 1301: discussion, chapter 1 and 2 quizzes, assignment.

Medical Terminology: discussion, chapter 1 quiz, chapter 1 test.

English 1302: Discussion 1, orientation test.

Most of them I just did today. Talk about procrastination right? It’s too tiring having volunteering three times a week for 4 hours and I really can’t study and work at the same time. On top of that, I have nursing chapters assigned every week to read. I don’t fancy reading books that’s why I only get into it when I have to. So there goes my nursing books this summer, OUT. Haha. The lesson here? I should stop doing a lot of stuff at the last minute. It is not healthy at all. My eyes are blurry now, my head hurts and I don’t know why my mandible lymph nodes are swollen and tender to touch. Lol, I gotta put nursing stuff there somehow so I won’t forget lol

I couldn’t go earlier at the Philippines Independence day celebration at the city because I got caught up with all the school craps. People are asking me to come and I wanted to watch my father do his awesome dance movements but I couldn’t do anything. Study first baybeh! LOL.

Anyway, HAPPY 113th Philippine Independence Day!

I am proud to be a Filipina :)

Forever 21 in Phils.

All these people excited for the Miley concert tomorrow. Others will meet her. Others will scream their lungs out. And I'm here

Charito Soriano featured on Filipino Fashion Blog:

This website is one of the few fashion blogs featuring the Beauty of Philippines’ many faces. 

Wonderfully beautiful folks featured on it. My lovely brown peoples…let’s show our beauty & grace to the world. I highly encourage you submit some of your stuff!

Manila on Flickr.

“The Philippines? Tell the Philippines to f off and DIE.” - said by woman walking around in Pickering alone. I thought she was talking on a Bluetooth. She wasn’t. She was talking to the universe. She must be. Otherwise she’d just be a crazy person.

FASHIONALISMO!

It’s better than nothing. It’s better than stupid, oversized logos and pointlessly abstract prints. And it’s one of the most fascinating things to happen to Philippine RTW in years. The question is: why didn’t they think of this earlier?

I’m referring to the recent proliferation of nationalistic and literary references in—I say the word with trepidation— fashion. I mean those T-shirts with colors of the Philippine flag, ironic images of Rizal with shades and oversized headphones, blouses and dresses emblazoned with quotes from the works of our National Artists for Literature.

They span the vast iconography of Philippine culture—everything from the Propagandistas of the 1800s to manggang hilaw with bagoong, from Rico J. Puno to tokwa’t baboy and logos of beloved consumer products like Choc Nut, from snippets of classic OPM lyrics to Marcos-Tolentino campaign posters. All these on a shirt, on a bag, on a dress, or a trucker’s cap. All these striking a charming note of familiarity that evokes smiles among people of a certain generation. Like when you say ‘Tom Babauta” or “Pagoda Cold Wave Lotion.” Symbols and signifiers—from the sublime to the pedestrian—you can wear. Never mind if most of the materials were most likely imported from China (Tell me: what in this ecosphere isn’t from China, anyway? That and the call for boycott of products is another story).

So how did Fashionalism start?

Beats me, though it is curious to note that this recent development may have unmistakably foreign roots. I refer, of course, to the commodification of the images of Mao and Che Guevarra (who, according to some very well-read jologs, is the lead vocalist of Rage Against the Machine). The Che shirts became very popular because of the aforementioned rap-metal band. The Mao arrived via Hong Kong, where a certain Mao craze swept the tourist souvenir market i.e. Micky Mao watches, messenger bags, pendants, bracelets. Before that, the only pieces of clothing that had the faces of Rizal and Bonifacio were usually worn by aktibistas or die-hard cultists. Or sold as souvenirs by museum shops. Maybe some wiseass thought, “Hey, if we can print Mao, why not… you know…. Rizal?” Or maybe why not Joma Sison?

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20 years on from Mount Pinatubo. 

oh my! missing you much…

Silent Hill :O