Archive for February, 2009
so i’ve been procrastinating having to write this thing for work by reading stuff on the internet. and online shopping. and uhmm..smoking and drinking coffee and listening to pearl jam and soundgarden. i thought nicotine, caffeine and rock music would jolt me out of this writer’s block…but nooooooo. i’m still stuck! seriously, if you guys know how to string together words like cognizant of risks, optimization of growth, 2008 as the worst year in recent financial memory – please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. SERIOUSLY.
anyway, since i have an easier time starting a blog entry than writing what i need to write for work, i got to read my favorite advice columnist cary tennis. cary is FUNNY. he has a way of being funny and blunt and actually, being pretty helpful and insightful. his most current column had an effin hilarious title -My fiancé put hot sauce in his used condoms. read to believe.
yes, i am a pathetic statistic of the female persuasion who saw “he’s just not that into you”. might be the 4 beers i drank during happy hour before hitting the cinemas, but i liked the movie.
the premise of the sex and the city episode, and subsequent book and movie, revolves around one thing – girls and girl friends, in general, are pre-disposed to be each other’s cheerleaders and will make up every excuse just to make each other feel better most especially about boys and dating.
if you get to read the book, it will probably make you depressed and feel unattractive for a good week or so – just imagine, all your “kilig” moments are all just coincidences and all the lousy excuses you make about boys not calling or not emailing or not texting gone to the wayside. and really, no excuses should be made – he’s just not that into you. when you really think about it though, the idea is really very refreshing. it just unshackles you from all the overthinking and self-doubt.
my favorite story is probably jennifer aniston’s, some of the other ones like scarlett johansson’s or that girl from big love, they were funny all right but jen’s story, and the way it unfolded, was painful and real at the same time – she was in a 7-year relationship and she wasn’t getting any younger and there still wasn’t a ring. not that ever happened to me (LOL!), but i don’t know…it’s this girl programming of wanting a big ring and a beautiful gown and walking down the aisle to meet the man of our dreams – it’s all contrived to a certain extent. it’s this HUGE overshadowing pressure and stress put upon girls of a certain age. it’s not fun, you know. why should happiness, contentment and the success of a woman be tied to a big rock and a beautiful wedding?
sure, the movie had its hollywood endings. kind of a disappointment, but you know, sad to admit, but even if we adhere to the basic tenets of the “he’s just not into you” philosophy, deeeeeeep down, we all want to fall in love like in the movies and we still want our happy endings. we want magic and spark. that’s just too hard to shake off.
nymag.com’s the cut gives me everything i need nowadays – models, the city and fashion. and the occasional boy-crazy babble like this entry about pacey err joshua jackson‘s front row appearance at tommy hilfiger’s show.
i am a firm believer that girls of my generation, even if they do not admit to watching dawson’s creek, have a little something for joshua jackson.
how many times have you seen mighty ducks 1, 2 or 3 as a boy-crazy 13 year old? i can probably recall at least 20 times when i was in 7th grade. several more times after that, whenever one of the 3 MD movies was on HBO.
excuse me while i wipe that drool off of my face
joshua is a lot like my other “wine gets better with age” guypal, george clooney(he’s actually more like the love of my life :p). although joshua jackson gained a few pounds here and there and well he has some lines now and sagging cheeks..but really, at our age, who doesn’t have that?!?!?!? he is definitely one of my most loved guilty pleasures and i’m glad i share this with the fug girls of the cut!
i especially love these bites from new york fashion week-
At Thursday morning’s Tommy show, just as we settled in for some celeb-spotting, the crowds parted, the "Hallelujah" chorus blasted, and tiny angels flew down from the rafters carrying a heavenly spotlight that they cast right onto Kruger and Jackson’s beaming faces. “Pacey. Pacey! PACEY!” we choked, clutching each other like 13-year-olds. Seriously, we were 30 seconds away from asking him to sign our Trapper-Keepers. Or our chests.
you can probably guess i’ve always been this radbid fangirl with posters of NKOTB or F4 in her room. LOL.
and to all my single lady friends who feel empowered(myself included), here’s a quote for the books..
A word of advice, Diane, from Beyoncé to you: If you like it, put a ring on it. Believe.
eyelovet! it’s all about The Secret, diane. and maybe St. Joseph, too.
as much as i love my fashion, i also love my food! anthony bourdain’s no reservations tour of the philippines. yay!
get your own here.
seriously. it’s so old. and baduy. sorry marc but i think this one is a big miss. as the great vilma santos once said “been there, been that.
i just saw episode 8 of the city and i now take back all the mean things i said about you. you are a genius, a gorgeous genius, so chica and pretty, you kill me. you are now officially my favorite person on the city. but i have to tell you, some of the stuff you said in the last episode was so bad and mean and bitchy, i flinched. i was screaming – “OMG NO YOU DIDN’T”. but i admit, i did have thought bubbles that probably said the same exact things and the only difference is you actually said them out loud.
i mean, i really can’t blame you – whitney is a dumbass, jay is a complete loser and pa-hipster and your cousin nevan? a dirty, assmuncher of a douche bag. i kind of feel bad you have to live through this kind of “reality” then i remember you must be paid a lot for doing nothing at DVF and getting dressed fabulously every day. but hey, you have to give it up to whit, if you(or i) were in her shoes, we’d probably go ballistic and kick your zac posen-swathed ass.
that’s that. i heart you.
i spent the afternoon of valentine’s day watching two for the road. mainly inspired by the audrey hepburn “festival” at rockwell and i found myself disappointed they weren’t showing two for the road which was one of my favorite audrey films along with sabrina, roman holiday and funny face. breakfast at tiffany’s, although cute and cliche, kind of bored me the first time i saw it(i admit to sleeping for the most part of breakfast – surprisingly, i didn’t miss the moon river scene.LOL.).
a lot of people have never heard of this movie though, it was done in the late 60′s and audrey was probably almost hitting 40 at that point. gone were the sweet and naive little girl roles like in sabrina or roman holiday. in this film, she stars with albert finney who definitely looks different back then – remember him in erin brockovich? two for the road is a story of an older couple recalling how they met and the evolution of their love. mark and joanna wallace(albert and audrey’s roles) were definitely not a lovey-dovey sweet couple, they were acerbic towards each othe(which kind of reminds me of my own past relationships. ahahaha). and for some odd reason, the couple is amazingly charming and endearing. something hard to achieve as we’ve seen in miserable KC-richard movies. albert finney-audrey hepburn and kate hepburn-spencer tracy, they are not!
the film also doesn’t paint marriage as something rosey and perfect, the 12-year span of the story showed the couple’s struggles and hard work to maintain a strong relationship.
what is also unique about two for the road is how the story was being told. filmed in a non-linear manner, the couple’s story is being unravelled through a number of road trips around the south of france and shows highlights from how they met to how they fell in love to how they got married to how they almost fell out of love.
and what is an audrey hepburn movie without the fashion?
audrey in two for the road was a little more fashion forward and more modern. she moved out of her usual girlish givenchy and dior frocks to the more sophisticared and mod territory of mary quant and paco rabbane. in the photo above, she wore what looks like a vinyl suit. there was also a scene where she was pushing their stalled car in an amazing burberry trench. all with her super short hair. really fab. some say breakfast at tiffany’s is audrey’s fashion finest, i have my money on two for the road.
all that said, two for the road is a must-see for audrey fans and film fans in general. it’s a definite classic.
as much as i love hating on valentine’s day, there are some things about it that make me smile- little children exchanging hearts. cute bears snuggling. a copy of say anything and a bottle of the finest pinot. but the washington post might have come up with the cutest and most clever vday gimmick yet – your love in six words.
here are some of my favorites
“Relax, let love enter your heart.”
“Money didn’t impress. Want you broke.”
“Wanted: Mr. Right. Finding: Mr. Left”
“Ban torture now; match dot com”
“Slighly used heart, mint condition: Sold.”
and last but definitely not the least -
“Words soothe. Actions confuse. Truth hurts.”
and that, folks, is how the cookie crumbles.
happy valentine’s day to you all!
as you might have guessed by now, i loved the 90s! and one of my favorite things about that decade were the supermodels. there’s linda e, christy t, naomi c, cindy t, claudia s, carla b, among others but my most favorite has always been helena christensen.
(funny but the caption that came with this photo from a GQ shoot was “would you dump this for paula yates?”. yah michael hutchence RIP, how can you dump her for paula yates?!?!?!)
if somebody asked me, in a perfect world, who would i want to look like? two people, either jennifer connelly or helena christensen. i loved helena because among all of them supahmodels, she wasn’t extremely skinny. plus she had fabulous olive skin, gorgeous green eyes. amazing, amazing long limbs(and not too tall, too! “just” 5’9 – only an inch taller than me. LOL!) and a banging body. she was just SO HOT.
and in the 90s, there was no video hotter than this one -
oh helena, you might just turn me lesbian….NOT!