Thursday, February 17, 2011

Gossip Girl Turned Reality – and it bites!


“NYC Prep is a reality television program on the Bravo channel. NYC Prep chronicles the lives of six teenagers in Manhattan's private school scene. NYC Prep will follow six Manhattan teenagers in their daily lives as they attend events such as weekend parties, fashion shows, shopping sprees, charity events and dinner parties.” NYC Prep is a show with a cast of six silly and pathetic teenagers who dare to think that they are the real-life equivalent of Chuck, Nate, Blair and Serena.

I’m a bit upset Wikipedia did not include that last sentence!

I don’t know what’s gotten into Bravo channel and their ridiculous ideas for reality shows. You have one with aging housewives who has Botox fetishes and a knack for catfights, acting like they haven’t finished living out their cheerleader dreams since High School. Then there’s that other one where they have celebrity has-beens and wannabes act all Posh Spice and battle it out with needle and fabric to launch their own clothing line. And now, this!

Looking at the casts’ photo posted above, I have a feeling the blonde one is their Serena (and that’s the only similarity between the two), the brunette in the red satin blouse is the closest they can find to casting as Blair, the other brunette on the right side in yellow cardigan, they’re probably passing off as the loser Blair bullied in Constance, but don’t get me started on the wide-eyed girl with poop on her hair (third from left).

As for dissecting the guys, the brooding, emo, eye-liner loving, Adam Lambert look-alike in the middle should be their version of the dreamboat that is Chuck, while the blonde Beiber Admirer is probably Nate gone bad.

Obviously these kids were born with silver, perhaps even gold spoons in their traps and they might be swimming in coins like Uncle Scrooge in Duck Tales but unfortunately what they have in dollars, they lack in looks.

What say you kids leave it to the professional actors and actresses to live your lives on TV? That way, we don’t waste perfectly good rolls of video tape. Or I can also suggest you gather those big bags of moolah and splurge them on a good surgeon! Ask those crazy bastards to wave their magic knives and needles to make you look like the GG cast.

You know you love me. xoxo

Prada Raso Pietre Clutch: Disappointing!



Seen above on the left hand side of the photo is the new Prada Raso Pietre Clutch in Arancio (or in layman’s term, Coral. In pauper lingo, reddish orange.)

Now, I’ve been a big, if not, huge fan of Prada since I discovered my love for fashion the 90s. They’ve always delivered luxurious handbags to Fashion Week’s doorstep and never fails to show creativity in their designs be it in the selection of colour of fabric. Granted, they have had their share of faux pas in the past (red: Chandelier Dress and Shoes on Rita Wilson, 2010 Emmys), but I think they would know better than to charge $2,100 on this sad looking excuse for an evening bag.

As soon as I saw this clutch, I immediately remembered Sex and The City’s 3rd episode on season 6. The part when the four gals went to visit a friend who just went thru a break-up and apparently “discovered” that she’s “Fendi” – yes, I stress the open and end quotes. Refer to the photo on the right, the similarity is uncanny!
Well, maybe not that uncanny but it’s just as unfortunate. Come to think of it, it kinda looks like this too:



Hey, maybe I can also be a bag designer. I just need a glue gun, some fabric, acrylic beads and I’m all set!

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

An Open Letter to Ms. Venus Raj



Dear Ms. Raj,

I would like to congratulate you for having been able to place in the Top Five of the recent Miss Universe Pageant. You are truly a poised, well-graced woman with beautiful features and a gorgeous figure. I applaud you for your commendable qualities as well as the judges of Ms. Philippines for having picked you as our country’s representative in the most prestigious pageant recognized in all the 7 continents.

With this said, I would like to inform you, as well as anyone else who would have granted me the time of the day to read this letter, that I am a true-blue Filipino. Born and raised half-way in the Philippines, I have nothing but love, compassion and patriotism running inside my veins for our beloved country. This is specifically the reason as to why I am penning this letter.

If you would be so kind as to refer to the entry by Mr. Daniel Wagner by following the link stated here, you would understand the purpose of my letter.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/daniel-wagner/the-philippine-bus-and-mi_b_694544.html
Which brings me to ask the question, “why?”

First, I would like to know why you were not able to answer a simple and obvious, and may I add, common beauty pageant question such as this. This question has been used in beauty contests not only as prestigious as Ms. Universe, but on local television pageants aired on noon-time television shows in our country. I’ll even go as far as to say that even fiesta pageants like Ms. Gay and probably, let’s say, Ms. Bulacan or Ms. Cavite have heard of this question before. Now, the participants in these contests might have not been able to answer the question successfully either but they were not representing a country and neither were they internationally televised for all the world to see.

I have heard and read that you were “nervous” but is that really the best excuse you can muster for our fellowmen who sat in their own or their neighbors’ and friends’ houses, their eyeballs pasted on the television screen to catch a glimpse of our proud Ms. Philippines striving to make the world envy our country for its women’s beauty and literacy in the English language? I would have to apologize, Ms. Raj, but I personally do not accept this excuse. Every single woman on stage with you during that moment, I am certain, felt the same unsettling emotion but all four of them were able to provide acceptable responses to their judges’ questions.

I also would like to know why you referred to Mr. William Baldwin as “Sir” as I don’t recall him being knighted by any King or Queen in the present day or otherwise. I understand it could be your way of showing respect but this is simply not the way to do it. You could have referred to him as ”Mr. Baldwin” eg. “Thank you very much for that wonderful question, Mr. Baldwin” or have not acknowledged his name or stature at all, just like the other contestants did, as your answer should have been conveyed to the audience and not only to the judge eg. “Thank you very much for that wonderful question” and proceed to answering the question.

Another query of mine: may I know why you had to open your formal response with “You know what, Sir”? I may not be an English major but simply put, that was tragic. Not a little – very tragic. I don’t think I have to expound on this. It is self-explanatory, right?

Let’s go to the body of your answer. I would like to ask why you felt you had to state the word “major” twice in one sentence and why it was said next to each other. Was there a need for it? Using major, in itself, was a mistake as formal replies requires formal references. You could referred to your “major major problem” as “ a significant problem” or simply “a big problem”. That would have still been a wrong acknowledgement to his question, as he asked “What is the biggest MISTAKE…” and not “biggest PROBLEM”, but it would have been a less controversial and embarrassing one.

Now let’s proceed to your entire answer and allow me quote you from a local news website, "You know what, sir, in my 22 years of existence, I can say that there's nothing major major problem that I've done in my life because I'm very confident with my family, with the love that they are giving to me. So thank you so much that I'm here. Thank you, thank you so much!" Really? Why? Why did you not understand the question? Why did you answer with a completely different point? Why did you have to thank everyone thrice? And why would you construct a sentence with “there’s nothing major major problem”?

I know you are not to blame for the hostage-taking that took place in our country on the same day of the pageant but the least you could have done as our country’s representative was help us, your countrymen, in diverting the attention of the world to the negative occurrence that took place in our country, or at least wash off some of the ridicule brought by the tragedy and not add salt to the injury.

Yes, the event has passed. We are all reduced to smaller beings now by other races and there is nothing we can do about it but wait for time to erase the memory. They said, there is no such thing as bad publicity, but I beg to differ. In a day, the Philippines was involved in two tragedies that has made it into one too many countries’ media highlights. Now that, I’d day, is a major, major problem.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Friendship: Annulled


Last night, after 8 years of blissful friendship, my best friend dumped me for another woman. I guess you could say things like this happen to friends, they just drift apart. And I would have gladly accepted if it was Mother Nature’s act, but it wasn’t. My best friend dumped me for his girlfriend.

Ouch!

I know, right? That was just like 96 months or 2,920 significant days of my life gone down the drain – and I had no choice but to take it. You see, in situations like these, life gives you two choices: (a) see it as eye for an eye and don’t get mad – get even. TP his house, spread rumours about the skank like wildfire, implant old prawn shells in their bags and cupboards, and/or kidnap and kill their favourite pet. OR (b) bawl your eyes out but act graciously and say thank you after the dreaded conversation even though they’re being cocky about the whole situation, which they were.

Since I am a mature adult (and couldn’t let them think it was affecting me too much), I chose option (b) and bawled my eyes out mercilessly. I know, right? Pathetic. But don’t forget gracious. I take pride in that one.

So now, I am basically out of one best friend (position is available, if anyone is interested) and I have to accept it like it’s no biggy. Which I hate to admit kinda is. But I’m a big girl, I need big diamonds and I need to be a grown up.

I know sometime next month or the month after that, I’ll probably be over this sh*t. It’s just gonna be another one of those things in my life I experienced and posted on my blog. Eight long years is hard to forget, heck, that’s a third of my life! That turd threw out a third of my life and he didn’t break it to me gently either!

The guy to whom I used to breathe out my heartbreaks to and thought to be the person who would never break my heart just did. Talk about irony.