Too Haute to Handle

Haute Couture. Sounds very high-fashion, right? That’s because it is, silly. The theme for this year’s Garland Ceremony to happen on the 15th of March, ‘08 is French 60’s fashion. For the social elite, Chanel (or Dior, Féraud,  and Gaultier) is a household name. For us mere people, it’s like gold under the rainbow, a slab off the Atlantis ruins, or hey, pandora’s box if you catch my very heavy drift. I’m not saying I’m against the idea of French fashion for our event, it’s quite the opposite, actually. It’s just that, let’s face it: it’s impractical and it’s just wrong down to the very last bead of that very hot couture dress. To prove my point:

Haute couture (French for "high sewing" or "high dressmaking", pronounced [oːt kuˈtyʁ]) refers to the creation of exclusive custom-fitted fashions. It originally referred to Englishman Charles Frederick Worth’s work, produced in Paris in the mid-nineteenth century. In modern France, haute couture is a "protected name" that can be used only by firms that meet certain well-defined standards. However, the term is also used loosely to describe all high-fashion custom-fitted clothing, whether it is produced in Paris or in other fashion capitals such as Milan, Tokyo, New York, Rome and London. Haute couture is made to order for a specific customer, and it is usually made from high-quality, expensive fabric and sewn with extreme attention to detail and finish, often using time-consuming, hand-executed techniques.  -Wikipedia

at left:  Christian-Dior-Haute-Couture-(French, founded-1947)

Disclaimer: This post is subject to alterations due to lack of confirmation on event’s theme. 

Brothers Forever ♥

If you’ve seen the 2nd auditions episode of American Idol, you’d know him, too. But for the unfortunate few who didn’t, fear not. His popularity has yet to peak in the YouTube favorites meter but I’ve decided to have the video embedded to my blog. Cheers, mate!

So you saw the performance, you saw the performance again via YouTube, you’ve talked about the performance with friends.. what’s the next best thing to do? Make a Reynaldo Lapuz-inspired avatar on Gaia, of course! At least, that’s what one person did. Cute.

Artsy much?

My style in drawing has always been part animé, part cartoon. Today, I’ve tried my hand at something else, kind of graphic novel-ish. It’s like animè, cartoon, and human art altogether. As comic and entertaining animè is, I feel like it’s just too unreal. I guess that’s why there are art teachers out there who put the finger down on students who keep drawing animè characters in class, that they should do more real-looking figures or something. First of all, I believe how you do art is a matter of prerogative. But I get the teach’s point: you have to know firsthand and master drawing real art before changing it. Basics first, after all. And cartoon.. well, cartoon’s cartoon. I dun know, this may just as well be a phase. All I can say is, right now, this is what I feel like doing. Or it could be a case of reading too much Heroes graphic novels. I wish *so badly* I could put up the sketches I made but, again, my scanner’s busted. Oh yea, I’m working on another song, too. I think this one is special, it sounds good and the story is something a lot of girls can relate to. Again, how I wish my guitar isn’t broken. I’d love to play it on the guitar for a more dramatic feel. I haven’t come up with a title yet, I’m being patient on it’s progress.  I don’t want to mess this one up. xo.

If It Needs Saying At All

I have a deep fascination for intelligent people. I just love to listen to them talk about things I’d never, in a million years, learn from school. I have this scene in my head where I’m sitting on the rocks at the base of a cliff, the salty ocean breeze  in my hair, and the smell, *Mhm* it’s good. I’m listening to this guy talk passionately of things I never would’ve given two cents about if it  hadn’t been for him bringing them up. It’s dreamy.

See, I’m more of a listener than a talker. I’m the quiet observer abaft the room, just taking in all the buzz in the surroundings. There are a lot of things I love most about being the listener. One, it allows you to gather various information and views from both sides of the coin, so it helps you keep an open mind on things. Two, you get exclusive access into the personal views and background of the speaker, thereby knowing more about your friends beyond the physique. Three, it’s one of the most important things in being a friend.. to just be there for someone and listen to her and be a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes, we need just that instead of having someone telling you ‘I told you so’ every fifteen minutes or something.

The thing is, with `chonchon, it’s a whole ‘nother story. I’m the talker now. So much so. And I’m not exactly enthused about it. It’s just that I feel I’m almost inclined to do all the talking because if I don’t, there wouldn’t be any of that at all. And as I’m sure you know right now, an open communication is the key to a healthy relationship. Lately, Im getting more and more annoyed with the little effort he’s giving in terms of just that — communication. It doesn’t help that we don’t see each other on a daily basis as well. And when I’m talking about something to him, kind of like a conversation starter, all I get is a few ‘awws’ and ‘aahs’ and ‘hehehes’. He doesn’t seem to know how to pick up the conversation from a certain point. Do I have to send signs/signals every single time to let him know how I feel? We’ve been together for more than a year now but we still can’t seem to see each other on the same wavelength. It’s like, we know so little about each other after what seemed like our whole childhood of being together (because before this school year we used to be together almost everyday). It just gets to my nerves how I can have entertaining, heartwarming, and engaging conversations with other people (even on YM) and not with what, the only most important person in the world to me. It’s killing me.

*Sometimes I wish you’d really talk to me because when you don’t, I feel like you don’t care enough to want to try.

A Year and Four

This day marks the one year and four months that Johnson and I have been together. It’s been great. Still is.

This is from an activity we did together one lazy afternoon a couple of months ago. I have yet to put together the other half, but here goes.