Friday, October 31, 2008

Vote for Apol

Dear friends,
Please vote for our dear dear friend Apol.
He got into the Uniqlo Grand Prix 2009!
We absolutely love Uniqlo shirts!
When we were in Hong Kong 2 years ago,
all of us horded shirts including the Frand Prix winners.
Wouldn't it be cool to see Apol's designs the next time we go to Uniqlo?!
So click http://ut.uniqlo.com/utgp/#/detail/1682
and VOTE VOTE VOTE!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

All Rice

Even with my attempt to trim off inches and cut down on motherland's native source of energy,
we've been having a rice fest the past 2 days.

Yummy yummy yummy chicken rice that Mike brought home as pasalubong from Singapore. I am still craving for more!

Mutton Biryani, buttered rice, buttered roti, and Mutton Curry, Murgh Masala (chicken) at Swagat. I love Indian food! I love Swagat! (its along Rada St. in Legaspi Village)

They were celebrating Diwali so we got a discount, free dessert, and a giveaway to boot! It was a Seaworld paper weight with Orcas, which is weird, but it was a nice gesture still :)

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Fasyunan

With the girls at Philippine Fashion Week.
Watched Luxewear B to support our dear friend, Czarina Villa.

How cute!
If I were that tall and if my waistline were that thin, I'd wear this to go to the mall!
Loved this palazzo pants piece! Shushal!

Great collection, Mars!
Loved Eric delos Santos' and Dexter Alazas' too!
Wish I had great runway pics, but this bouncer was close to bumping people's heads to stop taking photos. Corny!

Runway photos by Tsard Chua (grabbed from Cza)

Oh My Anthony

ANTHONY BOURDAIN IS HERE!
SADLY, I am not beside him while he savors each and every dish here in motherland!!!

I used to have this imaginary list of places I'd bring him to, had I had the chance to be his glorified alalay (read: producer) for the Philippine episode of No Reservations. Someone beat me to it! RAWR!!!

My proposed itinerary would have been:
Manila: Walking tour in Chinatown for Filipinized chinese food
UP- to try typical student food: Rodics Beef Tapa, isaw na orange, bananacue
Batangas: Bulalo at some slaughter house
Pampanga: Bale Datung, and other kapampangan fare like sisig
Cebu: to try lechon
Mindanao: for fresh sea food
Boracay: for choriburger and to bask in the Bora sunset
(Anthony does need some R&R for every country visit, right?)
Manila: Chef Laudico's Bistro Filipino for Modern Filipino Cuisine
October Fest- San Miguel beer and Filipino pulutan

I know I'm missing a few more details but I'm too distressed at this point.
I just hope that they'll come up with one hell of an episode!

Now I'm thinking if there is still a remote possibility that I can 'accidentally' bump into Anthony. Hmmm...

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Name Calling

I commented on Daphne Paez's 'What's in name?' post on LJ. I decided to post it here as well.

My real name is Zemirah. I've met a lot of Zees (Zee is my nickname), but never a Zemirah. I used to spell my nickname with just Z, but my tita from the states wrote out Zee in my pasalubongs so I guess it kinda stuck.

It's pronounced Ze-mee-raah. I hate it when people say Ze-maaay-rah. Some friends say Zeh-mi-raah (with matching theatrics), but it's a joke so it's ok.

So why the weird name? My mom (Hadassah) was looking for an interesting name. She wanted something biblical since she and her sisters all have biblical names (Tabitha, Ruth, Judith). My dad (Carlos) and his siblings have names based on feast days of saints (based on their birth dates).

My mom wanted something unique so she picked the Z page from the book of baby names (which I think she got from the church library- I'm not kidding). I'm the first born so she picked Zemirah which means "joy of parents". She liked the meaning so much, she neglected to check the Bible passage until after I was already named. Lo and behold, 1 Chronicles 7:8 reads "The sons of Becher were Zemirah, Joash, Eliezer..." Eh lagot. Girl ako eh. Oh well.

When I was younger, I'd get weirded out with siblings whose names had a common theme (Cherry, Apples, Orange, Peaches), a common name (Maria Cristina, Maria Lorena), or a common letter (Patty, Pia, Paolo, Portia). I never realized that we were one of them! We turned out to be the weird Z family. My brothers names are Zabdiel, Zuriel, Zachariah.

As a kid, I wanted a "prettier" name like Jennifer, Barbara or Patricia. I used to use Lila also, after Lila Fowler of Sweet Valley Twins Hahahaha Now, when sales agents annoy me on the phone, I just say my name is Katrina.

In coffeeshops, I say Z when they ask me for the name for my drinks. Z seems like a no-brainer to spell, but no! It's been written as Zy, Zi, C. What happens when the other barista calls out for my drinks? The scenarios have been:

"Drinks on the bar for Zey!"
"Calling out for 2!"

But the best so far:
"Mocha Frappucino for ZORRO!"

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Catch up Saturday

Met up with the Fine Arts gang over the weekend. Mike and I almost bailed out because AS USUAL we were the first ones there! We already ate a feast and still no friend (except Marco, the resto chef/owner who took time from his cooking duties to say hello) was in sight! As we frenched our way out, got into the car and put the key in the ignition, Ina texted that she was 'near'. 10 seconds later she was parking a car away from us. Hahahaha

I'm glad that we stayed because it was a good night catching up. We reminisced about our rak en rol days at the beach. 14 people cramped in one small cottage in Puerto Galera. Icky bathroom, with a peeping tom to boot. Delata delights concocted in the tiny kitchen. Making a serving platter out of the refrigerator vegetable tray. Near death experiences and stupidity galore. Those were the days! But we all agreed that, at this point, we're too old for such craziness.

If we do go on a beach trip again, I'm booking our own, separate hotel room!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Another Curtain Closing

Tonight, another dear friend will fly off to a place so far away to marry the man of her dreams. It is so bittersweet. Although we know that she loves him dearly, we can't help but feel sad letting her go.

We started at 6, and now we're down to 4. With every girl that leaves the country, a part of us goes with her. And though we vowed not to cry in front of each other, I know we each silently let tears roll down our cheeks when we are alone.

The 5 of us had our last dinner together last Sunday. When the spinach dip was gone and we'd sipped all of our grape shakes, we readied ourselves to say goodbye.

"We'll see each other next year", she said. We kissed and hugged, and at that moment, we knew that things will never be the same again.

We'll miss you, Misheli.
Wag niyo kalimutan magpadala ng balikbayan box ni Cha sa Pasko.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Date Night

We dressed up a little and went out for a (sort of) celebratory feast. We've been holding our appetites for Mamou for almost a year, so I finally said that we should just go and eat instead of waiting for things to happen first.

The steak was to die for. I like my meat medium well, not so rare and bloody. This was absolutely perfect! It came with creamed spinach and mashed potatoes. We ordered a serving of steak rice (red mountain rice) as well. They were lovely!

For pasta, we ordered Lorenzo's Truffle Oil. I can't elaborate much on it. It was delicious. It had such a welcome flavor. I swear I closed my eyes at first bite.

After eating mostly fast food for the past weeks, our date with Mamou was such a welcome experience. I can so get used to eating good food!

Now, we're just waiting for the universe to bring it all in :)

Oh, the Frozen Margarita is a steal for P175!

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Mamou is located at Serendra, Bonifacio Global City. Call 856-3569 for reservations.

Read more about it from my fave food blog here.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Daydream Cycle

I'm turning 26 in less than 2 months.
*sigh*

When I was 12, I daydreamed that I'd be successful, and settled down with kids by age 23. Nothing followed that daydream storyline, and now, I'm just me.

A friend said that 25 was his deadline. 24 is still ok, but 26 is too old to get into good companies and make a name for yourself, he believed.

Honestly, if I were to go back to being my 12 year-old wishful thinking self, I'd be utterly surprised at my 'fresh graduate in her mid-20s' standing.

I never imagined that I'd be me. I was always the dreamer. As a little girl, I used to think that I was a princess, and that my real family (read: my parents, The King and Queen) were looking for me. How precious!

Me at 6.

I was always lost in my daydreams. They were always filled with pretty slices of cake, regal frocks, elegant castle walls and masquerade parties.

That part of me still lives, I think. But I always seem to lose touch of what reality is. I tend to forget that life doesn't happen like they do in fairy tales.

Monday, October 6, 2008

In the mood for merchandise

Half a year has passed since graduation, and I am still unemployed.

I'm pondering on applying for a visual merchandising job. This is totally uncharted territory for me. I have no retail/merchandising experience whatsoever.

I enjoy looking at pretty stuff, but I don't think I can put that in my resume.

Whenever I pass by Just G and Gingersnaps in Eastwood and Rockwell, I can't help but gush at their cute window displays. The stores are always well thought of and so nicely decorated, I wish I were the creative genius who designed them!

Pink, Posh and Poochy

Hello, sweet birdies!
This reminds me of a candle holder/lamp that Mike made during his freshman year in university.

Huge Plushies!
How I resist the urge hugging and kidnapping them from the store!

Photos: Taken at Just G, Eastwood, Libis

An ultimate dream would be to have my own store. I'll be the multi-hyphenate maven: owner-merchandiser-stylist-store keeper.

I already have the store name, product line, and even the color palette for the walls, tables and shelves picked out!

Friday, October 3, 2008

Finding Mr. Bear

I've always said that I can't draw to save my life.
Surviving 4 years of art school is certainly the biggest accomplishment of my existence so far.
(Oh, that and passing Math17. Boooyeah!)

However, if I were asked by any random fella on the street to draw a dog, I'd probably give him scribbles of indecipherable nothingness.

Looking through old files, I saw this.
How I realized that I do have sporadic bursts of artistic flair.

Behold! Mr. Bear!

Copied this off an ad for Shangrila Hotel.
I used to carry around a filofax filled with an array of useless knick knacks.

I clearly remember the afternoon I drew Mr. Bear. We were outside the Painting rooms in Fine Arts, the tambayan of the then-barkada.
It was just the usual kwentuhan, lollygagging.

I sat there and I penciled Mr. Bear.
I am quite an introvert at times you know.
(insert rolling of eyes here)

Then, Jeremiah took notice of me and looked at Mr. Bear. He said,
"Wow! Marunong ka pala mag-drawing eh.
Masmagaling ka pa sa ibang tao dito.
Dapat mag-Fine Arts ka na rin!"
(Wow! You know how to draw! You've even better than some people here. You should be taking up Fine Arts as well.)

Fast forward 7 years, I am now a Fine Arts graduate. Haha!
But, I swear, I still can't draw even if my life depended on it.

However, I think I can still give it a try.

Who knows, I might even have an exhibit. Someday soon perhaps!