Friday, August 31, 2012

On the things I've become

I was reading an old friend’s blog when I realized that I’ve reinvented myself so many times. (Admittedly, it wasn’t just the blog. A barrage of old photos that have surfaced because of Multiply closing down, added to the discovery of my first blog’s password may have amplified this recollection.)

From all the other personas I’ve taken on (there was highschool delinquent  me, depressed writer me, emo rocker me, and even party girl me– a far cry from the DIYing, outfit posting me of today), one in particular has always made me feel like I’ve just listened to Coldplay’s X&Y album, every time remembered.

That was the College freshman (or should I say frosh?) me– a doe eyed, naive, black t-shirt rocking, cap wearing version of myself. I am then reminded of my unreasonable hopes for the future and great mistakes made in the past. It’s hard to read a blog post dated 2005 recounting the first day of college which I was part, when I am still in college now. 

Of course, people usually ask:
What happened?”
“What took you so long?”
“How did it come to that?

But those questions are not ones that I find important. The significant question would be one I ask myself every time this period of my life is dug up:
“What if?”

Obviously, there is no way of knowing. Wallowing will only leave me depressed and distracted.

And then there’s this: no matter how overdue, I am happy now. There’s a wonderful lesson certain agonizing events in our lives teach us, and I may just have learned mine.

But, College freshman me still leaves a dull pain at the bottom of my stomach every time remembered. 

Though I’ve always thought that Coldplay’s X&Y evokes in listeners a good kind of pain– if there is such a thing.


What do you think of this lovely maxi dress?

Summer is over but that shouldn't stop you from using these beach staples.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom of the Opera in CCP, Manila

Photo from
(Because I find myself inlove, again, with a fictional character)

It's been a day since I saw Phantom of the Opera at CCP, and yet I still find myself singing Music Of The Night to myself before going to bed, thoughts of the Phantom floating in my head.

I watched the Andrew Lloyd Webber version of The Phantom of the Opera for the first time in film. Directed by Joel Schumacher and starring Emily Rossum and Gerard Butler, the movie came alive in my head– and so did the Phantom. In my search for other materials that could satisfy my curiosity for the fictional masked monster, I picked up Gaston Leroux's Le Fantome de l'Opera, the book where everything was based on. I read a story about a Phantom who had no nose and smelled of death pining for the heroine Christine who fell inlove with Raoul, a feminine mama's boy. I was disappointed at the book's lack of romanticism and thus ended my love for the Phantom.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Blogging, Plagiarism, and a Senator

I do not consider myself as well versed when it comes to the intricacies of politics and issues involving the government, the people in the government, and issues in the country. When news on these topics come out, I usually have an opinion, but rarely do I broadcast them since I do not consider myself knowledgeable enough to speak on the subject. With a few exceptions like the debate on the RH Bill (of which I’ve established my position as a firm supporter), you will seldom elicit enough outrage from myself to fuel a blog post.

But here it is, and this is not about the RH Bill.

The issue here is not a complex one. It does not take a college graduate to understand what has happened: A proud politician has erred and instead of apologizing, the man, a Philippine public servant, first denies the wrong doing and demeans the other party involved, then defends the same act by justifying it as a normal occurrence, the status quo. In another statement, he defends his obvious mistake by charging back at his detractors and questioning their personalities. He asks, “Alam ba natin kung sino? Matino ba sila? Mabait ba sila?”, as if the answers to these questions would somehow lessen the gravity of his misdeed. 

I speak now because I believe this issue needs not an expert to be fully explained. It is the most basic thing we are taught in our youth: do not take what is not yours.  Whether it be toys, clothes, or crayons; or as we grow older, money, wives (yes, the bible said so), or words, stealing is stealing and no amount of explanation and rationalization will change that fact. We all know this from childhood, and if a 6 year old version of myself can understand this, why can’t a Philippine Senator?

Then again, a 6 year old version of myself would also probably know that an apology from the start would have had fixed the whole debacle, the Senator has not caught on on this either. He remains firm on his stand; downplaying the importance of intellectual property (plagiarism is not criminal, he says), claiming to be cyber-bullied, and hosting a noon time show which (apparently) helps hundreds everyday.

And don’t get me started on that Blogging Bill that was proposed– a poor attempt to “divert the issue”. 

(For those of you who do not exactly know what blogging is, this essay by Niko Batallones explains it perfectly.)

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Sunday, August 26, 2012

DIY: Gradient glitter tips manicure

How cute is this cheerful looking manicure?

Banapple, Alabang Town Center

Banapple's cake collection
Anton, my brother, goes to Ateneo. Every time we bring him to Katipunan, I see two Banapple's on  both sides of the street in such close proximity to each other. I had always wondered about this cake place, could it be that good that one Banapple didn't suffice for the area?

Saturday, August 25, 2012

A note to my very first blog

It’s been years, Xanga. How long? Six?

Years since I last came to you, crying, pounding away at the keyboard and releasing those feelings to the vast unknown that is the internet through virtual words.

I do not even seem to know that girl.

I want you and everyone who has ever read this blog to know: I am okay and things worked out.

As much hurt and wretchedness was there in me, that single truth remained– everything changes, and so have I.

I still ache reading the things I’ve written and I have been wrestling with the idea of deleting this blog, but I can never seem to bring myself to do so. The person who wrote this all, though only a far and faint memory remains, is still the person I was.

Thank you, Xanga. One cannot imagine how much you have helped me– to find what it is that I love to do which is to write, and to find the person I am and am in the process of becoming. A product of all the hurt, pain, and emotion I have posted on your virtual pages.

To you, thank you for reading this. Raw as it may be, it was still once my truth and knowing that someone cared enough to read mattered more than you can ever imagine.

-Isabel (

(I was recently able to access my old blog. Along with the realization that I've been blogging since 2004 came the revelation that there is so much that has changed. Originally posted on that very same xanga blog.)


Meet the ladies of my family.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Stop giving me that look

You've seen how much I love dogs. I love dogs so much, I look forward to passing through E. Rodriguez and checking out Mang Rudy and his dogs (I just saw them earlier and the sight still makes my heart melt.)

There is nothing quite like having dogs. Like different people, each dog has his (in our case, her) own characteristics, mannerisms, and temperament. 

Nala the dog, for example, likes attention so much she automatically rolls on her back, ready to accommodate belly rubs, every time you try to pick her up or give her the slightest bit of notice. Misty craves for attention and she'll take it from anyone who will give it to her. Mimi the smallest chihuahua, however, is aloof and uncaring. But then, she gives you that look– and then you realise: you love her already.

All dogs have that look. 

Tell me you love them already, I won't be surprised.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies

Homemade cookies!
Today, I woke up to the sounds of a busy kitchen and the smell of cookies. Anton, the bake-master, was busy at work.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Getting better!

 Hello, world! The past weeks have been cold and dreary, and I've been stuck at home for days.

I had just gotten out of the hospital and the doctor has ordered complete bed rest for me! Ackk! (It's been such a nightmare, I tell you. I haven't been allowed to leave the house or do much else. Up until now, I haven't even been allowed to go on my laptop– okay, fine, I'm still not even supposed to be on this thing yet.)

Monday, August 6, 2012

Urbanears Tanto in Ocean

So midterm week is on. As part of the midterm requirements for our new media class, we were tasked to create a poster for a product using Photoshop, Illustrator, and our own photo.

Perfect, I thought. Remember this post from last week? Here it is now.

My PS and Illustrator skills are still very basic. Let me know what you think! Any tips?

Sunday, August 5, 2012

The math problem.

So math is like a  muscle? Practice it, you say? If that then is the case, mine has atrophied to the point of uselessness.

I find it hard to imagine that a beauty like the symmetry of a person’s face, or the arrangement of flower petals are determined by a jumble of numbers. At this point, I can only imagine the number of mathematicians  that are getting mad at my statements. Well, I can imagine a bunch but I can’t imagine the number, I never can.

I find that numbers kill my imagination, so precise are they that they close up all the possibilities opened by the vagueness of words and make believe. Not everything has to be exact, leave room for magic!

So no, I do not like math and it’s intricacies. I do not want to know how long John would take to get to point x from point y at a speed of z. If I wanted to, I’d go find John and time him.

What am I saying? I’m saying sorry, I do not know how to solve for a square root. I’m saying I’m sorry that I have not memorized the whole of the multiplication table. I’m saying even calculators confuse me. I’m saying I have an economics midterm this week, so help me God.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Saran Wrap/Cling Wrap Manicure

These past few days, all I've been doing is paint my nails. I've been dreaming about nail stick ons, but I've gotta grow my nails a little for that.

I promised to give my nails a rest but I couldn't stand to wait when I saw this manicure online. 
Pretty, right?

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The ocean is calling

I figured these past few rainy days needed a bit of color. My new Urbanear Tanto earphones fit right into the outfit. That color is called "ocean".