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Friday, September 22, 2006

devilish fashion

i just watched the devil wears prada on dvd. for something that's based on a book, it's really nice. well, that may be what i think because i haven't read the book yet. anyhow, i enjoyed it (methinks i should read the book.. there're probably a few stuff omitted or changed in the movie). and come on, that's a whole load of fashion. and, i never thought it possible, but anne hathaway runs around (literally!) in stilettos around NY and Paris. and i realize, yet again, that you just had a bit of fashion sense in you, you'd probably never look boring to others. i mean, a little bit of something (a stylish cap here, an arm band there, a necklace here, a skirt sometimes, a different pair of shoes) could go a long way in changing your look. of course, it's not as if doing that would be very easy. there's the matter of seeing if your accessory fits the other stuff you're wearing.
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intermission (couldn't think of anything worthwhile to say): well, i wanted to write because i was in a reflective mood after watching the movie. hmmm...
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if that book didn't spawn the hundreds of chick lit populating the bookshelves nowadays, i wouldn't have thought there was something meaningful or thoughtful behind the story. from what i get from reading the papers, the book is about staying on the job that all fashion-conscious girls covet. and this new girl, andrea or andy for short, is just out to prove to herself and to her boss, the "vicious" (andrea's words) and - how else do i describe her? strict? - commanding miranda priestley, an icon in the fashion world, and editor-in-chief of runway, not just a magazine but a "beacon of elegance" in fashion. indeed, when one of miranda's artists said that runway is not just a magazine, i thought, what else would there be to it? and he said those quoted words. in fact, what miranda told andy when the latter made the mistake of mentioning (to miranda) that fashion is just stuff was quite true in a way. in the capitalist society, the norms are set by those in power, those with money who can change things with the exchange of cash. what may be deemed a good product may not entirely come from the opinion of the users coming to that conclusion out of their own volition. advertisements, or the promise of false truths, may have influenced their opinion. in the movie, miranda elucidated to andy that what she is currently wearing at the moment (a blue sweater and generic skirt - what is suitable to her in her own fashion sense) did not entirely come out of her. magazines past have declared that the blue sweater she's wearing is fashion, and so andy, being a female and a consumer, agrees with what they say and she buys and wears that item. initially, i thought what she said was so profound but now, after thinking it over and having written it down, it just seemed so simple. anyhow, i was a bit surprised that that thought was included in the movie. well, with miranda saying it, it just seemed the sort of power she would feel over all the other fashion-conscious people in the world. but it being a hollywood film, it's like playing with fire. you may fuel discontent there. hmmm. but it's a good thought, the producers using that line in the film.

and for more surprises, andy was actually accepted into stanford law but chose to pursue journalism after graduating with a number of awards to her name. wandering in new york, she gets hired after her talk about being smart. doesn't seem to make much sense why she'd end up applying at runway. maybe this was a change from the book. anyhow, we see andy's a strong person and can cope with anything with a bit of luck. imagine, miranda asked her to get a copy of the unpublished manuscript of the next harry potter book (oho, millions there to j.k. rowling and the harry potter franchise). she was really demanding from the second assistant and since andy rose to the demand, she was deemed better qualified and close to being promoted to first assistant. in fact, instead of the first assistant, she was asked if she would go to miranda to paris for the yearly fashion shows. there was a whole world of possibilities in paris, and though she was given a choice on whether to go (in spite of emily (1st assistant) who had been dying to go for a long while already) or not, it didn't seem like much of a choice, especially if you were told that you did not and would not care about runway or any other publication at all if you did not go to paris. seemingly, this signals the turnaround in andy's personality into one that is completely opposite her, doing some things she would never do to people she cares about. slowly, she is turning into the person that she disses, the traits she associates with shallow, runway-type people. in short, people in the fashion world, those who claw at each other's throats just to get to the top. although there is still the shadow of her old self, she was finally made to realize the person she has become by miranda herself. after learning of the hurt miranda feels towards her pending divorce, she discovers that miranda is also a person - a wife and a mother. so when andy learns that miranda is about to be fired from the editorship, she tells miranda. miranda knew about it all along, and had planned for a long while what to do to keep the job. it may be love for runway, or overconfidence based on the opinion that no one could do to runway what she had been doing, but she did it at the expense of her most loyal artists, nigel, who's also been a close friend of andy's during her stint at runway. and so, from the demanding and vicious miranda, runway EIC, we see a more human miranda priestley, and then seemingly, the devil herself, miranda, in prada or any other sensible fashion label. is this the entirety of the evils miranda has done? i would like to know. and so, i'm more convinced that i should find a way to read the book.

so there you go. the cycle of life. andy then realizes what she has become and what she really wants wants. she throws away the object that physically links her with miranda and quits right then and there. she gets into a job that she really aimed to have after graduating, but not without the help of miranda's recommendation saying that andy has been the biggest disappointment among all her assistants, but then the editor screening andy would be an idiot if he did not hire her.

while walking, andy sees miranda and acknowledges her. miranda, i guess thinking back to older days, only smiles at herself when she was out of sight. yes, there are still some good things in the world. a person would not be alive if there was not the slightest bit of goodness in him.

the devil? she wears prada, is tough on her assistants, loves her kids, loves but is demanding of runway and its people, but overall, she's a challenge to be overcome by those who wish to be in her world. quitting doesn't mean you're a failure, but knowing that that world is not for you.

so andy's story ends. but the fashion is so check! hairstyles and all, i wish i could look the same or do the same to me. probably feel better about myself in many ways. but no cutthroating. anyhow, this has been a long reflection. many moods have passed. i'm up for a make-up class later today at 1pm and my report on ion-exchange chrom on monday.

ciao!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

singing japanese

many things oughta be happening. i'm taking a break from the breakneck speed that i'm supposed to be doing things tonight. i have to finish the first compilation of our fs 135 report so that i could give it to macky for the final touches tomorrow. on top of that, i still have to start my report in fs 131 on descriptive sensory analysis. at least the calculation part is through. i've only my analysis to think about and put into words. of course, given the simple way i've told you what it's about, it's not really that easy trying to do this report with the various parameters involved (ANOVA on 9 different attributes of three product brands). up next, our report on the pretreatment of fruits and vegetables for fs 128 which was supposed to be due last wednesday, but which, due to the lack of time for it we choose to pass tomorrow. however, results still need to be analyzed. and i will only be able to get the parts done by each of my groupmates tomorrow morning. plus, we have classes tomorrow afternoon. and our group will be torn between doing the microbiological test for our special problem and doing the dehydration experiment. plus, i'm a respondent for dette's group's experiment at 12:30 pm tomorrow. also, i'm to evaluate longganisa again tomorrow. at least, there are a number of freebies for me. way to go.

anyhow, that's not what i wanted to write about. last sunday, i listened to the soundtrack of rurouni kenshin that i have. and i thought, why not sing along with the lyrics while i listen. so instead of doing more important stuff, there i was, blabbing incoherent japanese words along with the song. and i was having fun with it. the lyrics were not all wrong, mind you. i actually had saved some lyrics before and they're stored in my pc. and most of them even had translations. it was really fun. and it made me all the more want to learn how to speak japanese (nihongo). what struck me was the very different ways in which the japanese words were spoken. it's like no two songs were the same in manner of speaking (or word choice, if i may clear up the notion). in fact, one translator even noted that the writer uses a distinctly feminine/girlish speech, almost a "valley girl" type of Japanese. if there was formal, there's informal, but then, there're also other forms of speech. get what i'm saying.

and well, rurouni kenshin is quite action packed. so what i found out about the lyrics of the opening and ending themes did not quite match with what i thought it would be. all the translations i read were reminiscence of love. either the song talks about memories of a loved one, what that person does to you or the hurts caused by relations with that person. and i thought those japanese words on sobakasu were some be-strong-you-can-do-it type of message. had a good time last sunday. and of course, the words had to be pronounced every syllable. so that when you read a word that spells shitenai, you actually have to pronounce it this way: shi-te-na-i.

well, new discoveries. i miss watching kenshin. but most especially, i miss hearing the sounds that reminds me of him. good thing i have my pc. which is really very convenient for me. it's a good thing i got to convince my parents to buy me one.

so, after this long litany, i have to go back to what i was starting. wish me luck. ciao!

Thursday, September 7, 2006

pagninilay-nilay

inabutan ako ni ate joyce kanina ng complimentary ticket sa Asia Food Expo sa World Trade Center. bale hanggang ika-siyam ng setyembre siya gaganapin. binalak naming pumunta dun pareho. pero sa kasamaang palad, di ako pwede. hidni rin ata siya makakapunta. pagkakita ko, nalaman kong compliments iyong ticket ng isang food-related company. kung hindi ako nagkakamali, doon siya nagtratrabaho ngayon. at sa pagkakataong iyon, bigla kong na-miss ang mga araw na nakikita ko pa si kras dito sa up. at hindi lang basta sa up. iyong tipong pupunta ka sa college para sa klase, o di kaya pupunta sa lib para mag-research o magbasa lang, tapos walang anu-ano, bigla mong masisilayan ang mukha, o kahit pigura ng taong... well, nagpapaligaya ng araw mo. ahem, ahem... mushiness...kumusta naman.

actually, hindi siya isang karanasan na magugulat ka na lamang bigla. somewhere in the back of your mind, alam mong one time or another, makikita mo siya, pwedeng for 3 seconds lang o di kaya ay rumarampa sa harap ng mata mo. pero alam mong there's a possibility and you look forward to it.

so ngayon... wala na... wala na.

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alam mo, kahit anong gawin mo, darating iyong panahon na mapapagtanto mong ang daming oras nang nasayang sa pagpaplano at pagbibigay oras sa mga bagay na hindi naman nagpapasaya sa iyo. parang ngayon, isang buwan na lamang at magtatapos na ang unang semestre ng aking ikaapat na taon sa kolehiyo. siyempre, marami pang tatahakin... gaya ng... deadline ng dropping bukas. (itutuloy ko ba ang math?) pero kung hindi dahil sa sinabi ng orgmate ko nung miyerkules, hindi ko maiisip na ang dami kong nasayang na oras sa paggawa ng mga excuses, mga alibi na hindi naman natutuloy. ayan tuloy, nilipasan na ako ng panahon, panahong hindi na maiibabalik. at siyempre, katulad ng parating nangyayari, nagsisisi ka sa huli. kung sana'y naging mas mabuti akong estudyante dati, e di sana nakapagbigay ako ng oras. kung sana'y maayos ang prayoridad sa buhay, e di sana walanag naiiwan.

Sunday, September 3, 2006

questions, disappointments, loneliness

what drives a person to ask a question? if to the receiver of the question, what is asked was so simple, to the hesitating soul, it may not be. it may not sound as easy as it seemed, being under a number of stimuli, one of which concerns the question that was asked. hmmm... just thoughts from a recent experience.

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yesterday didn't turn out as well as everyone expected. i was quite excited because it was going to be my first tournament. it's a game of futsal in the covered courts of dar. there were a few familiar faces with laya and sgu participating, as well as upmfc, though some of the girls there i could sometimes see at sunken (i thought they were members of sfc). first and foremost, there were only 3 all-female teams in that open tourney. we thought we were not gonna play anymore if they don't divide the teams into male and female divisions. eventually, everything was resolved. but playing yesterday wasn't the best experience for many. first and foremost, the referee totally was out of it. he wasn't doing what he was supposed to be doing. and then there were a few tears. well, at least the Sikad Girls B team won. I was with the Sikad A team. hehe... i don't think i was that much help. i just returned to training the day before (friday) and seeing as the lineup was lacking (since we fielded 2 teams), kuya pat asked me if i could play. and since i'm not one to pass up on a good opportunity if i could, i agreed. (yep, that's why everything with schoolwork's messed up again). anyhow, there was the underlying concern that i warm up to the game real slow. i'd probably need some 30 minutes or so of continuous playing before i get to playing my real game (my real game meaning the type of play i could do after quite a long training hour at sunken). and the futsal game was only 12 minutes long, and i don't stay on during the whole duration of the game. the applicants even play better than me.

there were a few disappointed people, especially in the girls team. anyway, i don't know the whole of the story. you know me, the social outcast. anyway, there was a prize money for the girls. the guys were elminated by SGU. a sort of revenge actually, since in their opening game, they trampled on the SGU La Vista team (5-0). their next battle with SGU (Velocity team) sent them home with 4-2. Yup, saw familiar peeps there again. the SGU guys who live near here. actually, in the same street as i do.

we went to jollibee afterwards for a much needed lunch. that was around 5 pm. then ate leah treated us to a sundae twirl (one for each person there). her birthday treat. bam and belus were also there. good thing may naabutan pa silang game. all because of the unorganized (confused?) organizers.

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i came to this conclusion tonight. the thought's been around my head for quite awhile already, but it was only awhile ago i thought it final. i don't think i could ever belong in a group, or form lasting relationships for that matter. with anyone, ever, except my immediate family. i need variety, or else, i'll get bored. the same person for long periods of time, and you're both doing the usual things... i don't think i'll last that long. maybe that's why best friend relationships are not my kind of thing. the things i like to do change from day to day. i feel like best friends are like romantic relationships, only a little less exciting. there's that expectation that you'll be together every minute, unless you have romantic relationships. and that thought doesn't appeal to me very much. ugh! am i that much of an antisocial? that's gotta be a fitting description for me, right? i mean who in his right mind would shun the company of people, when at times, one can't help but feel lonely in this strange, big world. so, will i find friends for life this way? forget friends. even just one who'll stick with me all throughout. and right now, i'm struggling with the distance thing. if i have no communication with the person, or even if we bonded yesterday, then we didn't see each other for a week, the relationship would be back to the time when we haven't bonded yet. so no friends... how about partner for life? i think there's a good chance i won't have one either. goodness, what a price to pay for this personality i have. any chance for change? nothing i can see in the immediate future. personality development is one of my goals. of course, attending those seminars requires a good amount of money. i'll probably learn about handling relationships with people when i'm getting old and practically devoid of any person i could call friend. and going crazy.... haha, that's another thought, frightfully realized one night. i guess i'll just end up insane then, like 10 years from now. i'll be 30 then, and i don't think much will have happened, given the way i'm handling the state of things now. wow, i'm self-evaluating again, and everything's so negative.

anyway, i don't want to plunge myself to another all-time low. so i'm stopping this. gotta start that journal review already.

ciao! cheer me up. please. help me realize. just plain help me.