Wednesday, October 31, 2012

My Style Statement inspired by The Ramp Crossings

I'm no fashion blogger.  Let me put that out there right now.  But when it comes to making a statement, I do have a lot to say.

Most people think freelancers spend the most part of their working lives at home in their jammies.  Ok, I won't even contest that.  But when we do go out, we do make sure we go out with a bang.

If you ask the neighborhood grandma, she'll say my style bang is 'Punkista'.  If you ask the tambays, they'll say 'Rakista'.  If you ask the nuns from my old school, they'll say 'Satanista'.  (ugh...)

If you ask me though, I call it Raket Chic.
The Raketeer in her most Chic.
Which doesn't really happen a lot so, yeah, thank you, The Ramp Crossings, for giving me the pieces that knew me more than I knew myself.  They just called to me.

From The Ramp, I chose Benet --a black dress with layers.  Just like me.  Haha! It's tough-looking, but comes with a chiffon swag that tells the world, "Be gentle with me.  Or I'll have your pancreas for breakfast."
I chose Bessie --a transparent bangle that represents a person who's an open book, a person who wears her heart on her sleeve.  Too much poetry?  Ok, I'm a bangle girl and I love plastic.  There you go.  Nice and simple.
I chose Trixie --earrings that make a statement without saying a word.   'Nuff said.
I chose Bam --a black metal gun ring.  An accessory that says I mean business.  Plus, it's a gun.  It's black.  It's metal.  C'mon.

I like quirky things that say a lot about myself, my work as a freelancer, and my passion that is non-conformity.  That's exactly how The Ramp sees it, too.  They have a diversity of styles that's like literally overflowing their website.  It's like a Mecca of Ready-to-Wear Meaningful Things.
At The Ramp, you find more than just fashion.  You find a statement.  Your own.

Let me wrap this up by saying The Ramp Crossings wraps me up the way I want it to.  BANG!
Check it out today.  It knows you, I promise.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Let's Move & Let's Love

Oooh, I've made a lot of kuh-ra-zee moves in the name of love!  In fact, I can write you a whole novel about it --covering the risks taken, the pain conquered, the triumphs accomplished.  The drama of it all.  Sounds like a riveting read? You betcha!  But for now, let me take you through some of the  highlights via a spazztacular side-by-side, before-and-after presentation!  Yeah! 

Chapter 1.  3 years ago, I MOVED out of being the high-powered, high-heeled business b*tch I was to spend more LOVE with my family.  Being out of the dog-eat-dog world meant more time spent at home.  I have a lot of ground to cover and I'm enjoying every minute of it!

Chapter 2.  I MOVED into freelancing.  So my husband and I can do things we LOVE together.  There was a time when I moved through life at my own speed.  Now, I'm loving the speed bumps and the stop overs, and the chance to travel through life with someone cool.  Great, great ride.

Chapter 3.  Now, I'm off to my biggest MOVE ever!  And this time I'm doing it for the LOVE of myself.
I'm quitting smoking.

*dun-dun-duuun...*

My kids think it's a cool idea!  And my husband is my biggest fan and one-man cheering squad through this tough challenge --which I'm desperately planning to win in a month flat.  Whew!

Bold MOVES like these you can't go through without a little LOVE support.  Those work hand in hand.  Kinda like the solid tandem of Benetton's new perfumes, Let's Move and Let's Love.

Let's Move is a cocktail of self-confidence and driven desire piqued by the invigorating masculine character of cedarwood.  Designed for the dynamic male, it matches the sensual notes of...

Let's Love. This fragrance for the modern romantic woman is a floral accord with optimistic fruity accents.  A sweet whisper of love with a promise of a fiery kiss. 

A match made in scented United Colors of Benetton heaven!
If that smells like a fabulous idea, I'm glad to say I've had the best, passionate support group since I've started making these kuh-ra-zee MOVES in the name of LOVE.  So I must be doing something right.

How about you?  How have you MOVED your life, and how has someone LOVED you more for it?

Friday, October 12, 2012

TIKTIK IT IS!

Confessions of a non-patriotic movie goer.
My last Pinoy film dates back like eons ago.
Don't ask.

Confessions of a severely twisted child dreamer.
"When I grow up, I wanna be a vampire." 
The nuns of Dominican College didn't like that.

Confessions of a frustrated forward-thinking screenwriter.
Wouldn't it be great if we milked (or bled out) OUR mythical murderers?  Hollywood has Twilight, Underworld, Van Helsing.  But, heck, we have the Aswang, the Manananggal, the Tikbalang, the Kapre!  Awesome creatures that have graced our comic stands and plagued our imaginations and fears the minute we spend the night out of town!  Our monsters have great potential!  Let's make a movie NOW!!!

Cue:  TIKTIK:  THE ASWANG CHRONICLES.

Finally, someone gets it!  And it just had to be Erik Matti (whom Kalakal Kid and I have worked with in a number of TV ads in our colorful past).  You, sir, rock immensely.  Erik Matti's brilliant mind not only played out the aswang story and history to the hilt, but he also set it in a rural backdrop of color-manipulated eerie.  Effective way of getting a certain mood and tone across.  He also did the unthinkable feat of peppering the flick with effects that --in my humble opinion-- finally catapulted Pinoy film making to the age of Optical/Mechanical/Digital Movie mania!

Too late the hero, you say?  Oh, Erik Matti made up for that delay, a gazillion-fold!  This will sound biased and bash-worthy, but really, when it comes to visions like this --nothing beats an Advertising background's eye.  Just watch this trailer and drool.  Or spew blood.  Whatever it is that gets you going.

Casting-wise, I'm no fan of Dingdong Dantes --but he looks promising wielding that goddamn buntot-page at the nasty intestine eaters.  LJ Reyes also seems to do justice to her petite yet feisty aswang persona.  And Joey Marquez, your comedy and mayoral background just didn't save you from your bloody convincing wrench-the-heart-out-of-an-aswang awesomeness.

I say this calls for a grand patriotic comeback to Pinoy films.
This calls for a giddy and proud, "It's a Filipino vampire!  It's a Filipino vampire!" kiddie chant.
This calls for a self-slap to the side of the head while muttering, "Darnit, someone beat me to it!"  Well, there is still the Tikbalang to milk ...right?

October 17, people!  Save your life.  Save the date.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Once you go free, going back will never be.

If you must know, I've been party to an experiment recently.  No, nothing that has to do with cell generation or mutant power-harvesting (although that would've been way cool).  Just to test myself, I took on a friend's offer (or was it a challenge?) to rejoin the corporate world.
Yes... dear freelancers.  That, I did.

Oh, and did I mention that I came back to the fold as a junior?  Uh-huh.  I mean, if I went back to simply reclaim that crystal throne of power, then that wouldn't be much of an experience now, would it?

And so the methodological procedure commenced!

Week 1:  Subject came in calm, cool, and confident.  She knew her biz. 

Week 2:  Subject made waves.
Week 6:  Subject threw her first full blown professional tantrum.
Week 10:  Something reminded subject why she never wanted to go back in the first place.
Week 12:  Another something re-reminded subject why she never wanted to go back in the first place.
Week 14:  Yet another something re-re-reminded subject why she never wanted to go back in the first place.
Week 16:  Subject bailed out!

Ha!  That was short-lived.  But now we know that a few years in freelancing teaches you one valuable thing:  Money isn't everything.  Freedom is.  The rules, the punishments, the politics, the drama --things you left behind when you took the swan dive to independence-- were left behind for a good reason.  Sanity, happiness, your own time, and a cup of Joe in nyort-nyorts trump so-called 'security' all the time.

Hypothesis:  Once you go free, going back will never be.  Well... at least for me.


Disclaimer:  Depending on the control environment and the test subject's frame of mind, results of this experiment may vary.