Tabula Rasa: Graduation 2012

Denim Fail Continues

Denim Joggers, £40 Topman

Clearly, whoever's designing at Topman must be on crack. First, they spearhead the emergence of Carrot-fit Jeans, or Nappy Pants as I call them, giving guys an excuse for lousy dressing...and now this?! You'd think that they'd stop the heinousness there but noooooooo, they had to push it further and come out with an even more disgusting denim crossover. Et voila! As far as joggers are concerned, isn't the point having one was to wear it while jogging? I think I can find a better way to spend my £40 mate,  and that's without chafing or committing fashion suicide. Trust Topman to have something hideous like this hiding under a pile of well-tailored suits and shirts. Why can't guys just stick to a nicely-fitting pair of pants?! I'm all up for a day of comfort over fashion, but towing the line between the two just doesn't cut it. Back to the drawing board guys!

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Champagne BK à la Peers

I woke up to the smell of fresh pain au chocolat, buttered toast, a pot of tea and champagne mimosas. Classy! Pretty good breakfast wouldn't you say? Of course, to give credit where credit is due, the lovely spread was courtesy of Tasha, who continually insists of social formalities such as breakfasts. Plus it wasn't too early to drink seeing as we all started nomming at around 1pm. True to form however, Vicky and Jon, and Stef never failed us, as they indulged in some greasy yet scrumptious take-aways from the local chippie. Pretty standard Sunday really, but with a bit o' class. ^^

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Top 10 Favourite Bits Of 2010

Since everybody seems to be putting out their lists before 2010 goes out the door, I thought I'd make my own little list too. This decade was pretty eventful for me, seeing as I have lived it, but 2010 believe it or not is pretty lukewarm for me. I don't know what it is, maybe I've gotten myself stuck in a rut or something? Nevertheless, here are some of my highlights.

10. Entering the Gateway to Senescence. I turned 21 this year. Big Woop! To people in America, it is such a big deal because its the legal age. For the most part they celebrate it because they can now legally drink and maybe pole-dance for a living, but for me it wasn't that big of a deal. Sure I had the massive party. I also had one for my 18th birthday, and every year following that. I always felt as though I had peaked early with the whole clubbing/partying/boozing scene that 21 years allow you to abuse. All the same, it is a rite of passage and I have passed. Woopeeeeeeh!

Remembering My Nanay and Tatay

I would just like to wish my late grandparents a big, fat Happy Birthday and a Merry Christmas! My Tatay Inocencio celebrates his birthday today, while Nanay Evelina's was yesterday. I always thought that they had the best birthdays ever because it's right there leading up to Christmas, and with my cousin Keneth sharing a birthday with Tatay as well, I remember enjoying four days of celebration full of cake every year until we left for England.

I will admit now, that had it not been for my Mum posting on her Facebook an early birthday wish, I probably would not have realised that it was their birthday. I knew it was, but somehow it still managed to slip from my mind. Maybe it was because of everything that's been going on, with all the preparations for Christmas Eve, which just even makes if worse because it shows that I am in very poor form! For me, my grandparents trump Jesus during the holidays. Or rather, they should. But instead this happens. Idiot.

Anyhow, I woke up from a dream about an hour ago, in which my Tatay made a guest appearance. It was a really bizarre dream. Though in saying that my dreams are hardly ever normal. If anything they are always very weird and kind of twisted (I've had two dreams with Nazis in them! I don't think they can get any sicker than that!)

My dream was odd because Tatay was wearing an oxygen mask. Not at all how I'd want him in my dreams! It's so macabre! I didn't know he was in the house, so when I went up to my room, I was surprised to see him lying in a bedroom with oxygen tank and all. I went in to pull up his blanket, and I said sorry for not saying hi because I had no idea he was there. For some reason he asks me, 'Pwede bang gumawa ka ng sandwich?' ('Can you make me a sandwich?'). I ask him what kind he wanted and he said he wanted it with 'Hug'. The weird part was that, in the dream there was a jar of mayonnaise that was labelled 'HUG'. I know right? it was completely random!

I told my sister and my cousins about it, since I was awake and all and my sister reminded me that actually, Tatay never liked mayonnaise. We've never seen him eat mayonnaise, now that I think about it. Hmmm....

Maybe it was just my subconscious reminding me that today was a celebration. And yesterday too for that matter. What makes today much more special however, is that today is my grandpa's first birthday after he passed back in July. I don't think it's right to say that it's going to be a sad Christmas, because it won't be. I think it's just going to be different because they are both now with us anymore. Before we left for England, we would have all 22 cousins and 9 children at my grandparents' house every Christmas for a massive party. It's more like a giant sleepover if you ask me. I remember once, when we were all complete (1997?), there was even a little nativity pageant show that the grandkids put on. It was perfectly cheesy, and I'm not very religious at all! But it felt right. It was nice. We never had that again after that (blame adolescence!), but we always celebrated it together, be it on the Eve or on Christmas Day. Also, not one holiday or occasion was complete without my Nanay's famous leche flan! (Crème Caramel for you brits). My mom can replicate it, and she even taught me the recipe. We talked about not making it this year because I've already made a whole of baked desserts for Friday, but thinking about it, I think I might make a couple even if its just for us. After all, I don't want to break tradition. Nanay might come after me in my dream next! It's my tribute to her as a matriarch. The flan always did bring everyone together, so it is just fitting.

For Tatay, however, I never really know what to do to. I now know he doesn't like mayonnaise, which is good because if I start eating mayonnaise now to pay tribute to him, I don't think my arteries would be able to take it. He was a smoker...so maybe I'll have a Zippo engraved. I don't smoke, so I won't use it for that, but he always did like his Zippo lighters. I'll have to wait till I get my loan though, because I am currently broke, but once I do, I will get that. I'll even blog about it. You can quote me on that!

But for now, I think I might just make a chocolate cake. They always did like chocolate cakes, particularly ones from Goldilocks. It's like the only decent patisserie in the Philippines..unless of course there are better ones now, but for what I can remember, they make the best chocolate roly poly. Ever. I don't think I can replicate that, but maybe I'll make them my own take on it. It should be fun!

Happy Birthday Nanay and Tatay!

BTW, Nanay means Mother and Tatay means Father in Tagalog. Just so you know!

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Gay Baby Dahling!

Just saw this very ancient photo with my uncle and my sister. Wasn't I fierce from the very beginning? If Karl Lagerfeld and Alber Elbaz had a baby, that would be me in the photo. FIERCEEEEEEEEEEEE!

You know I was smizing under those glasses right? Work that bitch.

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