Temporary insanity

ok, i'm over you na.

i guess we can live without the eco-friendly roof garden, the 4.5m-high ceilings in the master's bedroom, the front-and-rear glass facades, the loft bedroom, the accessibility to bonifacio global city.

the madness has passed. the plague is gone. i am free! i already feel millions of pesos richer less poor!

(and somewhere out there, a real estate agent sheds a tear.)

Mystery solved!

well, partially, at least!

brilliant detective cris, a regular visitor to this blog, cracked the puzzle: the dude in the previous post is sir robert fullerton, first governor of penang! how she actually managed to find this out is almost as big a mystery to me as the clue itself!

which means that i'll be spending my birthday weekend at this gorgeous building downtown...

... a happy fact that marlon confirmed today! he decided to tell me early so i could plan what outfits to pack for the weekend. the man knows me, i tell you.

this makes it easy for us to just walk across to the esplanade on saturday evening, where he booked us tickets to a performance by world-famous flamenca maria pages! after which we can attack the fullerton chocolate buffet. ahh, bliss!

ten million pogi points to the hubby!

Paper pretties

as an adult, when was the last time you indulged in a childhood pastime?

there are things that we loved to do as kids. a few of my personal favorites, like making papak milo powder and licking ketchup off spoons, are easy to return to every now and then. many others, like playing in the rain, watering the garden while barefoot, or crawling into mom's bed for a dead-of-night cuddle (my patented bunso cure for insomnia or bad dreams), are things that have been permanently buried in the past.

which is why i was over the moon with my latest find at kinokuniya: the paper dolls that i used to have as a kid!

well, i didn't have these ones exactly. what i had was a book of forties fashions by the same paper doll artist. i very clearly remember buying them in goodwill bookstore in the old north mall (now glorietta). i LOVED those to death, and i always wished i could have kept them.

there's a whole line of them: italian designers, spanish designers, fashions by decade from the turn of the century all the way up to the present. and kinokuniya has them all! who needs $300 anti-ageing creams when just i can buy back my little-girlhood for just $11 a pop?

so saturday afternoon was spent cutting out all these precious little chanel outfits. there are over two dozen outfits in each book. i couldn't believe i had the patience to snip, snip, snip all those out when i was a kid. (then again, i also had an extra pair of hands, care of my trusty yaya.)

i actually timed myself -- it takes roughly 5-10 minutes per outfit, which doesn't sound like a lot but feels like a lifetime. now that i'm grown up, i appreciate all the details that went into the artwork, so i was really careful with how i cut them out.

after all the painstaking cutting, i had to have a photo shoot!

lola coco herself in a suit that she wore to a fitting in 1963. i loved that the suit includes a pair of shears hanging around her neck.

the basic, "naked" dolls. the blue striped outfits are a design for a ballet or a play, i forget which.

very early chanel. ang taray ng paper doll diba, may aso. the green dress on the right is the first chanel outfit ever to appear in harper's bazaar, circa 1916.

chanel designs through the roaring twenties:

including a costume design for cocteau's adaptation of antigone (which also featured scenery by picasso). i put the goddess in the plantbox, hehehe.

lola coco got more glamorous in the thirties -- some of my favorites in the book are from this decade.

the skin tones don't match perfectly with some of the outfits, thus creating the dreaded "espasol face" phenomenon, but who cares? these five-inch fashionistas sure made my saturday!

Wanted

do you know this man?

neither do i. but apparently marlon does, because this old bloke is supposed to be the latest clue to my birthday mystery. the running joke now is that my birthday gift is a time deposit, because that's the only intangible thing i can think of that i can open but not unwrap, and definitely not enjoy on my birthday. so when i got this particular clue, i jokingly wondered aloud if this dude's face is on money (it's not, at least not on any currencies that i know of).

aside from the dude, marlon scribbled these numbers in one corner. i'm thinking they are some kind of jumbled-up latitude-longitude combination, as i recently showed him how to get coordinates from a google map (right-click on the spot you want and choose "what's here?").

and there was a gleefully cryptic, delightfully cheesy message on the back.

then this evening, when i mentioned that our monday morning team meetings would be moved to tuesday mornings instead, he crowed with delight and told me that this new development suited his gift perfectly (my birthday this year is on a monday).

with this in mind, i guessed that "old-world charm" might be referring to a night at the colonial-type raffles hotel, and this dude might in fact be sir stamford raffles. but alas, googling images of the venerable old colonial master proved my guess wrong.

dum de dum dum. who could the lucky merman be?

Back to the drawing board

the last time i picked up a sketch pad was two years ago, right before i moved to singapore. even back then, i wasn't too happy about the way i was drawing.

i used to be capable of copious amounts of concentration when i was a kid, something that changed as i grew older. if it wasn't finished in ten or fifteen minutes, i would drop it. the thought of spending hours working at a drawing or painting appealed to me less and less. ironically, even though i was spending much less time actually drawing, i started believing that the reason i didn't do it as often was that i just didn't have as much free time as i used to.

i started toying with the idea of drawing again after seeing fashionation's post on outfit drawings vs outfit photos. although i love clothes and dressing up, i never got into the whole posting-what-you-wear daily phenomenon sweeping the blogosphere. but the idea of drawing myself in my outfits seemed fantastic! mainly because it could be a way of drawing regularly again, like i did one semester when i had to keep a visual journal for an art elective. and... i can make myself thinner!

my first attempt at style journaling was an affair that can be summed up in four words: cute outfit, terrible drawing. and so while browsing one friday night at kinokuniya, i decided to get serious about overhauling my drawing skills and bought this.

i finally got to crack this book open on saturday (after stuffing my face with salpicao). i must have spent an hour to two hours just sketching.

my first attempt at figures. you can see that the very first one, on the right, has the same figure flaws as i do: short legs, saddlebags and knock knees :P using the eight-head rule of proportion, i quickly got the hang of it after a few repetitions, although my figures still tend to have overbroad shoulders and too-long thighs.

after a few tries, i was confident enough to draw a figure without the guide lines. i think it turned out pretty well!

moving on to profiles, however, presented a bigger challenge. i don't think i've ever drawn a profile in my life. thus the many, many disastrous attempts. such as the presence of the joker.

this is one of the better (and quicker) profiles i produced, thanks to the neat trick marlon taught me about drawing guide lines for profiles. he draws much more realistically than i do, by the way.

EFFORT! and that's just the face! after i nail these profiles, it's on to the back view (which honestly seems SO much easier) and three-quarters... and poses upon poses.

only then can i start having fun with the clothes. baby steps, baby steps...

Salpicao Saturday!

i can't let this weekend go by without blogging about the most blissful saturday i've had in ages! i haven't thoroughly enjoyed a saturday since... since... gp's birthday picnic in central park! ay mali sunday pala yon. ngek. suffice it to say it's been a long time since i've enjoyed a saturday with absolutely NOTHING on the agenda. no travel, no work, no rakets, no muay thai, no movie... NOTHING!

a sumptuous sign of good things to come was the juicy, beautifully marbled cut of australian tenderloin we found at the new, fancy-shmancy grocery on the fourth floor of ion orchard. when i say fancy, i mean fancy -- they had shelves dedicated to imports from dean & deluca, fauchon and hediard!

now marlon is the carnivore in this family (meat just grosses me out), but i had a months-long craving for salpicao that was tearing at me to be fulfilled. and with the nearest dulcinea a plane ride away, i was actually desperate enough to learn how to cook the damned dish myself. so armed with a shockingly easy recipe from market manila, i did!

i tell you, the smell of frying garlic and knorr (KNORR!!!) brought tears to my eyes. (the house still smells like salpicao a day later, and to me that can only be a good thing.) marlon was nearly beside himself with joy watching the tiny, tender bites of beef seared to perfection. i was elated to see the sauce caramelizing just the way a good salpicao sauce should.

sitting down to our salpicao lunch, marlon kept thanking me for craving for salpicao so obsessively (beef rarely makes an appearance in our weekly grocery list). i was astounded at how something i cooked turned out so perfectly! my kapraningan usually drives me to keep to recipes with military discipline, but not so with this salpicao. it was my first time to cook completely by feel... no teaspoons, measuring cups, nothing! my kitchen confidence skyrocketed with every bite.

i would definitely cook this again... but the beef is so damn expensive i would probably keep it for very, very special guests. maybe when my mom and sister come over!

salt-and-garlic cravings satisfied and carnivorous husband happily stuffed, i finally sat down to do the ultra-babaw, mindlessly kikay things i had been itching to do for weeks.

but those deserve separate posts altogether ;)

Clues blues

the birthday guessing game continues.

1) i can now enjoy 1/4 of my gift on my birthday (previously, i couldn't enjoy it on my birthday at all).

2) marlon and i have talked about the gift recently. (thanks ha! now i have to mentally replay all our conversations for at least the past three months)

3) marlon will present me with a handmade clue this weekend.

still stumped! gaah.

Moving on

it is hard to move on, isn't it?

i feel like i should be blogging about the events of last week. not just the storm and all the discontent it stirred up in me and many of our countrymen, but also unbelievably sad and infuriating events that happened to my nearest and dearest.

but i just realized that being able to leave these events in the past is actually a huge blessing! and so is the safety and closeness of my family. we are fortunate in so many ways.

i also realized i had been feeling guilty for being to continue with "normal" life here in singapore despite the widespread tragedy back home. but the life i have here is a blessing too -- although if you had looked at me all twisted up with worry last week, you'd never have guessed.

so i begin to embrace normal life again, and remind myself that i'm not a bad person, or heartless or useless, for being where i am, having what i have, and being comfortable.

(yes, i know. i can be hard on myself for absolutely no reason.)

so it's back to regular programming for me. and that's a blessing. it is in my prayers tonight, and for the nights to come, that all those who most need this blessing receive it too.