I first saw the bunny ears on Louis Vuitton, which Lola Madonna also wore to the Met Institute Gala. The latter obviously raised eyebrows - and wiggled ears - in the fashion world.
But I love it on her!!! Only Madonna, bitches. Only Lola Madonna.
And here come fashion icons Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen. As featured on Tom and Lorenzo's Blog, the twins are wearing Maison Michel lace ears in kawaii capital, Tokyo. How apt, no?
We all know the Olsen sisters are major trend-setters and it is safe to predict that animal ears are the way to go in the coming season.
The second Pinoy book I’d comment on is Para Kay B (O Kung Paano Dinevastate ng Pag-ibig ang 4 out of 5 sa Atin) by acclaimed scriptwriter Ricky Lee (see his Wikipedia entry here).
I’ve previously read only one of Lee’s books, the script-writing manual Trip to Quiapo, which, as a poor university student, I read at the National Bookstore over a two-week period.
I’m not really a big fan of Lee’s film scripts. I find them way too contrived for my taste.
I was however interested in Para Kay B because many of my friends mentioned it in Facebook and then eventually a friend who moved back to Manila gave me his copy.
This book is mainly in Tagalog and it was quite an effort for me to read it coz I hardly read Tagalog books, my mother tongue being Portuguese (I come from Brazil, remember?).
Seriously, the last Tagalog novel I read was Dekada 70 and that was like about ten years ago or something.
In the case of Para Kay B, it took me many pages before I got the hang of the language, which is really a key step because more than anything else, the most striking aspect of the book is exactly that: its language.
Lee’s use of Taglish (combination of Tagalog and English) gives the book a rather colloquial flavour and an easy fluidity.
In fact, I appreciated more how rich present-day Tagalog has become as Lee’s writing proves. A sentence in his book for instance can have Tagalog, English, and Spanish words, which is exactly how Pinoys converse these days.
As such, Lee’s writing is very accessible and goes perfectly well with his aim of making Para Kay B as widely read as possible.
In his Pahabol... “Gusto kong basahin ako ng lahat – nakasakay sa MRT, nagbabantay sa ospital, nagpaptulog ng anak. Gusto kong magkuwento sa lahat, hindi lang sa mga kapwa manunulat or mga nag-aaral ng literature.”
With that said, what is Para Kay B exactly all about?
Marketed as a novel, the book appears more like a collection of short stories... love stories in particular.
It revolves around a Writer’s (as this character was initially introduced) thesis that: “Me quota ang pag-ibig. Sa bawat limang umiibig isa lang ang magiging maligaya. Ang iba, iibig sa di sila iniibig. O iibig nang di natututo. O iibig sa wala. O di iibig kailanman.”
Five short stories about women characters are thus unravelled, and from what I can remember these were about a woman who is looking for her childhood sweetheart, an incestuous relationship, a woman who lives in a world where love does notexist, a lesbian love affair, and a woman who is mainly driven by lechery.
With such brevity, each of the characters are well fleshed out, perhaps largely because a scriptwriter like Lee should be able to conjure all these well-rounded characters.
Add to that, they are mostly laced with quirks, such as the woman who has a sharp long-term memory; another woman is preoccupied with fairness (NOT the skin color!); and a lesbian mother is bothered with having a gay son.
With this bevy of very pretty eccentric characters, each of the short stories are full of irreverent vigour that of course also tugs at the readers’ heartstrings while staying humorous in most cases.
In the story of the woman who comes from a town called Maldiaga where love does not exist, she finds her self in the real world and thinks: “Ang nakikita nya ay isang bansang ang mga mamamayan ay wala nang ginawa kundi ang ma-inlove araw araw... Ang mga kanta, ang mga libro, ang TV ay wala nang ginawa kundi turuan ang mga tao kung paano umibig.”
In another instance, the Writer realizes: “Dahil hindi mo puwedeng mahalin ang isang tao nang hindi mo minamahal ang hilaga, silangan, timog, at kanluran. Kapag nagmahal ka’y dapat mong tanggapin bawat letra ng kanyang birth certificate. Kasama na doon ang kanyang libag, utot, at bad breath.”
Lee’s book is indeed peppered with numerous witty lines that kept me nodding, giggling, sighing, and tabbing line after line after line of his prose.
There are a few forced and false notes though, such as: “So long as aware ka in the end, love is inevitably connected with ideology. What we do, even falling in love, is a political act.” Uhmmm...
Ultimately, Lee’s book is about LOVE, AMOR, PAG-IBIG... very, very, very Filipino indeed, who are quite a love-obsessed lot bordering on the extremely cheesy.
At the end of the book one of his characters realizes that: “Although he never fell in love again, he grew old with a fondness for people who fall in love, sa isang bansang hanggang sa huli ay binabaliw pa rin ng mga kuwento ng pag-ibig at pagpapaibig, sa TV man o sa tunay na buhay.
While Lee gives us these moments of brilliance, things took a wrong turn when he attempted to tie the stories of the characters together.
Here he steps into Murakami territory where the characters talk to the Writer and demand that he revises these women’s stories.
I would not put more details on how it concludes but for me that was one major low note of the book as no matter how Lee tries to make sense of the absurd he just fails.
In the end, the women become a heap of unremarkable characters. They all drown in the confusion and as a reader I have forgotten their stories altogether.
I’m proud to report that I finished two Pinoy books this month. It’s quite ironic that not until I moved here to BKK did I feel the hunger for more Pinoy literature.
I’ve even asked the Czarina of Penang ITSELF (yeah, he is going to live again in Penang for a few months) to get me Jose Rizal’s Noli Me Tanghere, which I believe every Filipino should own.
Anyway, I shall proceed to these two recent reads...
I bought Viajero: A Filipino Novel (1993) in Cebu when I went home a few months back. Its author, F. Sionil Jose is perhaps one of the biggest names in Filipino literature these days and because he writes in English he is relatively well-known in literary circles all over the world (see Wikipedia entry here).
When I was in the university I read Mass (1974) and Tree (1978). I could not remember much of the plots of both books but I remember being impressed by them that I wanted to read more of his works.
As the back-cover describes, Viajero “is a novel of history, of these islands, and their people...” covering pre-Hispanic all the way to contemporary times.
It also mentions: “The Filipino’s continuous search for social justice and moral order – a major theme in Sionil Jose’s fiction – pervades this novel”.
Indeed, Jose had an enormous task in his hand when he embarked on this book considering the extent of the time frame and the magnitude of the issues he wants to tackle. Written in only 300 plus pages, the book miserably falters under that oppressive weight.
The main character, Salvador dela Raza, is orphaned in World War II and, as a young boy, is brought to America by a GI. The novel thus covers his quest for his long-forgotten, perhaps even lost, identity and conveniently so, he does this while writing his PhD dissertation.
Thus his research brings him to Spain, Mexico, and Japan where he stumbles into age old manuscripts and diaries of some historical figures.
Interspersed in the novel, therefore, are what appear as first-hand accounts of different epochs in Philippine history, e.g. a datu in pre-Hispanic Philippines, a sailor in the height of the Galleon Trade, the freedom fighting ilustrados in Europe, an Ilocano in California during the Great Depression, etc.
Eventually, Salvador decides to go back to the Philippines after Ninoy Aquino (gasp!) tells him to do so in a dream (more gasp!). He finds himself in the midst of the People Power revolution and witnesses the squalor that was (and probably still is) the Philippines.
As a critique of the Filipino’s lack of cohesiveness, Jose’s book says a mouthful, such as: “When does a disparate people, the different tribes in different islands, finally regard themselves as one people, a nation? When does the idea of nation assume revolutionary character, i.e., the opposition to colonialism, foreign or domestic? Who, what eventually give the people that sense of oneness, of identity, which must now be expressed in political action?”
Also notable is his description of the Filipino psyche: “...they are vindictive, they do not know how to save, to produce, to innovate. They are petty, and they pride themselves in baubles which they love to show off. We are a nation of show-offs, and Imelda has captured all that is in the Filipino character – she is the epitome of the Filipino.”
I dare someone to prove the above quotes (especially the latter) are not true.
While I almost totally agree with the many observations of Jose about the Filipino’s history and character, he seemed to forget that he was writing a novel primarily. As such, the story of the main character only appears as a backdrop to Jose’s political criticism.
Salvador comes out as a rather thin character, although Jose tried to inject some pathos into him. But with so many things going on, Salvador is instead buried underneath the statements. I could hardly relate to Salvador, instead I was looking forward to what Jose would say next.
I have the feeling, therefore, that Viajero became a mere mouthpiece of Jose’s political observations under the guise of a novel. When he finished spewing all his criticisms, which are nonetheless all valid and much appreciated, he rushed to finish the story.
The second book will be covered in the next entry...
I'm still downloading this video as I type this entry, but I've seen some snippets of it somewhere and truly this is an interview that has a lot of bite to it. After all, it's Anna Fucking Wintour.
She's currently promoting the documentary called The September Issue, which is an insider's look into how Vogue produces its most important issue of the year.
I'm dying to see that film and I wonder who I need to blow for a copy like NOW.
Go watch the interview below...
“I’m an ice queen, I’m the Sun King, I’m an alien fleeing from District 9, and I’m a dominatrix. So I reckon that makes me a lukewarm royalty with a whip from outer space. What do you think?”
Quick post about my trip to Chiang Mai last week...
Our office had a big meeting in the northern city, supposedly the second most important city in Thailand. And oh, it was also voted as one of the best cities in the world this year by Travel + Leisure magazine.
Lately, Chiang Mai was in the spotlight coz a baby panda was born at the Chiang Mai Zoo. For a time Thailand was totally swept with panda fever.
Anyhoot, it was perfect that we went to Chiang Mai this year coz I've long wanted to visit it.
Chiang Mai definitely left a very good impression on me mainly for it's laid back atmosphere but still with the trappings of a veritable city.
I love the fact that there are gazillions of coffee shops all over the city and each one is as charming as the other.
Chiang Mai was also teeming with temples and I had the chance to visit some of them until I experienced some serious temple overdose.
And of course when in Chiang Mai one of the must-sees are the elephants. Good gawd, elephants and I do not have nothing in common, so... yawn.
Chiang Mai's markets are likewise brimming with woven fabrics, silver jewelry and other butingtings, and heaps of kawai stuff sold in the streets. Seems like Chiang Mai also is a big producer of amazing furniture and house abubot.
I'm sooooo going to Chiang Mai within this year... preferably during the cold season. And I'd probably give that baby panda a good cuddling.
Anyway, I really loved traveling with my colleagues coz they're quite a fun bunch. With this trip in particular I developed more respect for them. Again I saw how they work so well as a team and can even carry such amazing equanimity despite the pressure.
And of course work is always sanuk (fun). Indeed, I feel tres lucky to be working with them.
I'm freaking KUHRAYZEEEE over Adele for the past two weeks now (see her Wikipedia entry here). I've been listening to her album day in and day out and I could not seem to get enough of her music.
And she's even fat! How can I like her that much when we all know that I have a strict body mass index requirement of 19 (and that's already generous) for the people I like? (Joke, bitches.)
Anyway, I first discovered her while watching the runway show of Burberry Prorsum (I could not remember the season) wherein her fantastic song Hometown Glory was used. (Watch the video here.)
I instantly fell in love. She has this amazing soulful voice that just haunts me.
Lately I've been listening to Chasing Pavements, which also appeared in her 2008 debut album 19.
I've already posted a link to this video on my Facebook site but let me post it here nonetheless.
Should I give up, Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere, Or would it be a waste? Even If I knew my place should I leave it there? Should I give up, Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere
Oh, I'm yet again taking a blog break until perhaps Sunday as I'm flying to the north of Thailand tomorrow for a meeting. Will bring you full-blown faggotry when I come back.
It started with my voice reaching a rather hushed and languid tone. This was on our second evening in Champasak while sitting in a restaurant next to an old French bridge that spans the Mekong River.
The food we ordered took longer than usual, which would have sent me and Heidi to a major bitchfest. Instead we busied ourselves scratching the bites of mosquitoes whose idea to welcome us was feast on our oh so delicate legs.
No, we did not have Beer Lao yet to cause my shift to sluggish territory, neither was I particularly exhausted. The taming down of my mood seems to be explained completely by Laos itself.
Our first stop in Laos was the town of Champasak to visit the UNESCO World Heritage Site of Wat Phu. Hiring a narrow boat, we crossed the Mekong and went directly to Wat Phu just as the sun was quickly setting behind the mountain. Sitting on the slopes of the Phu Kao Mountain, Wat Phu is a Khmer Hindu temple complex composed of around three terraces. The main sanctuary is reached through a series of steep sandstone staircases flanked with frangipani trees. Its moss-covered walls give the whole complex a rather greenish tint.
Upon reaching the top we had a view of the vast plain spreading as far as our eyes can see.
At present the local community regularly visits the temple to worship, bringing small offerings made of flowers and leaves as well as to light incense.
(More pictures of Wat Phu, Champasak in this link from Facebook.)
In the evening we had a few drinks with the adorable guest house owner and his brother, who happened to also drive our tuktuk earlier in the day. The night ended at around eight in the evening. We thus went to bed at nine and woke up at six the following day, which was the longest sleep I’ve had in some months.
We left Champasak and headed further south to Si Pan Don, literally Four Thousand Islands. The collection of large islands and sandbars had been in the tourism map of Lao for quite some time now. Sitting close to the Cambodian border, Si Pan Don is supposedly the best place to be simply lazy and no one would take it against you.
So lazed around we did, explaining why my speaking was eventually infected by the lolling environment.
This part of the trip should be called "The Art of Doing Nothing". Well not really nothing as in nothing but close to that.
We did quite a few stuff to be fair, i.e. biked our asses off on unpaved roads squeezed between fertile rice fields and thick forests, bumped into languid cows and buffaloes, peered into wooden houses built on stilts, marvelled at waterfalls, and of course said "sabai dee" (akin to "hello" in Lao) to every friendly local we met, which was pretty much EVERYONE we met.
Did I mention we quaffed scandalous amounts of Beer Lao and gorged on uber spicy lab (some meat salad prepared with vinegar and herbs)?
For the two and a half days we spent in both Don Dhet and Don Khon (two of the most popular islands in Si Pan Don), Heidi and I would hop on bikes and after seeing the waterfalls or doing a circumferential tour of the islands, we’d stop in a river-side restaurant and order a bottle or two or four Beer Lao.
And then we’d hop on the bikes again, navigate the narrow and sometimes muddy tracks and well, eventually end up in yet another restaurant for more... what else but Beer Lao.
We also passed by a number of restaurants with one or two tables occupied by backpackers guzzling Beer Lao and oftentimes holding a roll of marijuana, the smoke of which wafting pungently in the air. Groovy!
And of course we watched the breath-taking Mekong sunsets while wishing they last forever.
The river-side scene can be nonetheless hectic for the residents when the sun starts to slide down the horizon.
Ladies bathe in the riverbank wrapped in sarongs that cling tightly to their bodies. Kids dive into the river while piercing the stillness of the afternoon with their squeals. Men bring herds of cows to graze close to the banks. Some youngsters also carry small baskets of fish they caught earlier in the day.
Many of the old people seem to be just content lounging on hammocks under their houses where the chickens and other fowls roost.
And when night-time comes it’s almost total stillness except perhaps for the lulling sound of the Mekong as it continuously flows.
We have yet another holiday tomorrow for the Queen's birthday. Gosh, I love Thailand for its numerous holidays.
And the Philippines thinks it has way too many? Nah... Thailand seems to have more. No, I'm definitely not complaining.
So tomorrow I'm going east to visit Laos ("the jewel of the Mekong") to see a world heritage site and hopefully see a few Mekong dolphins as well. Do you know if dolphins bite bayots? Hope not!
Oh, Heidi is also going to WERQ Laos with me. Good gawd, I hope we don't shock the locals with our fierceness (kidding of course).
Laos is truly one of my favorite countries in the region for its raw beauty and the people are just gorgeous (damn, where do they buy those cheekbones: eBay?).
Remember how I werqed Laos last year with Fuchsiaboy and the erstwhile Czarina of Penang? That was EPIC. That was MAJOR. That was Faggotry Unparalleled! See the related posts here, here.
But really this time I just want to lie down on a hammock and be mesmerized by those spectacular sunsets in the Mekong River with a bottle of cold Beer Lao squeezed tightly between my thighs (wala lang, I just wanted to add that).
On my first six months in BKK I regularly made it a point to explore the city. I'm quite lucky that I live on the fringes of Rattanakosin island or the old quarter of Bangkok where one finds its centerpiece, the Grand Palace.
So after work, while there's still some sunlight, I'd rush towards the nearest temple or old palace that I located on the map or perhaps just ride the boat and soak in the river-side atmosphere.
Well that's pretty much how I fell in love with Bangkok and all it's hidden, old-world charm and pulsating sidewalks.
I remember getting lost quite often then but we all know it's part of the fun and that's how I also went deeper into the less-visited parts of town.
I wonder how it happened but on more than one occasion I'd find my self ending up in the Giant Swing close to the Bangkok City Hall. I love that part of the city though especially during sunset.
I haven't wandered around Rattanakosin in a long time now perhaps because I always head to the mall instead (I know, I'm embarrassed). OK, blame it on the bloody weather. (Yeah right!) But lately Bangkok is mostly overcast and it is thus more encouraging to go out.
So yesterday I decided to venture back into Rattanakosin and of course I had to start from the Giant Swing.
I read in the paper last week that some government agency will restore the old shophouses at the back of the Defense Ministry building. I did not even know that there's a collection of shop-houses there. Damn, I've not explored well enough. Gosh, I have this big love affair shophouses, I don't know what exactly draws me to them.
I reckoned I should immediately see the place before it's restored to perfection, before it would become boring already.
I walked from the Giant Swing and strayed into the narrow alleys until I found the canal at the back of Defense Ministry building where across it the rows of shophouses stand, perhaps three long alleys of them. I could only recall one of the streets being called Phraeng Nara Road.
My guess is the shophouses were built in the late 19th century to early 20th century and are owned by the Crown Property Bureau (as is the case for most shophouses, or so I heard).
Indeed the shophouses are in bad need of some serious repairs. The roofs are a patchy affair of tiles and corrugated iron sheets. Many of the wooden trimmings on the windows and doors are weathered. Some of the wooden window shutters were already replaced with jalousies, to my horror. And of course the ubiquitous, unsightly electric wires crisscross the alleys.
I observed only a few of the shophouses serve their original (or perhaps also traditional) purpose of hosting a shop on the first floor and the second floor being the living quarters. Currently the shophouses are mostly used solely as residences with those repugnant steel shutters serving as doors.
The area though has a pleasantly quiet neighborhood atmosphere with children running around the pavement, grandmothers fanning themselves while watching the street scene, a man repairing a shoe with furrowed forehead, old men deep into a game of chess, and colorful laundry billowing in the afternoon breeze.
I also found an old school in the area, its intricate wooden trimmings (I honestly don't know the appropriate term for these details) arching over the pavement and its walls beaten by time.
I gathered that the school was built in the reign of King Rama V (around the latter half of the 19th century). Together with the surrounding shophouses, it would truly be a heritage treasure if they could be restored properly.
One corner opened to yet another string of two-story shophouses with green window and door frames. These are generally tranquil neighborhoods except for the muffled cacophony of cars and motorcycles clogging the main streets nearby.
I wonder if on weekdays there'd be more activity in the area as it seems that on my visit most of the shops were shut, although at least it made the visit certainly relaxing.
Having soaked in enough of the community, I crossed the canal towards the Defense Ministry building, walked around the walls of the Grand Palace, and eventually ended up in a tiny park.
From there I walked towards the direction of Khao San Road (I needed new fake Wayfarers for an upcoming trip), passing by a couple of temples, crossing a number of canals, and captivated by more shophouses flanking the streets.
I'm sharing more pictures below. I was playing with PhotoScape last night, hence the effect. I'm so getting married to PhotoScape tomorrow. I also did some lay-outing on PhotoScape that I posted on Facebook... check it here.
Now that I've started talking about Asian beauties in my previous post, let's talk about me, shall we? (Did a lightning just hit me?)
If everyone who mistakes me for being Thai were to pay me I would have a dozen Bottega Veneta bags by now. Oh maybe plus the entire spring-summer 2009 collection of Etro.
I'm reminded of this because I just came back from the grocery store where for the umpteenth time the cashier started talking to me in Thai (about the condoms I bought having expired or something... kidding!). I had to tell her: "Khor tod mai kao jai, phom pood pasa Thai mai dai kha" (Sorry I don't understand, I don't speak Thai, bitch) while I feign a puzzled expression on my face.
And as is always the case, she chuckled and asked where I come from. I gave her my signature half-smile, half-pout and declared proudly: "I'm Brazilian... ooops, I'm from the Philippines".
I swear this happened three times today in a span of four hours. Imagine having to deal with that question on a daily basis? (Not really.) I don't know, I'm even thinking of getting a tattoo on my forehead saying: I'm a Pinoy bakla.
Aside from people assuming I'm Thai, many also ask if I'm a Brazilian model. How dare they think I'm a model! I don't know, it must also be my Brazilian accent?
Anyway, kidding aside, when I was also in Vietnam the locals think I'm Vietnamese. Ditto in Malaysia, Indonesia, Cambodia, and Laos. My face is so quintessentially Southeast Asian I could represent the entire region in the Miss Universe.
Once Fuchsiaboy quipped: "I'm like Cambodia, I'm full of wonders."
Then I'm like Malaysia... I'm truly Asia.
But wait, I'm also like Thailand... I'm amazing. I'm like Vietnam... I'm the hidden charm. I'm like Laos... I'm the jewel of the Mekong. I'm like Myanmar... I'm mystical. I'm like Singapore... I'm swinging.
But really, I'm like the Philippines... I'm simply WOW!
Perhaps the most classic reply to the "where do you come from" question is from BFF Bubbles de Araneta who replied with his usual panache in taking things: "I'm from Asia!". I swear he said this. He is indeed the soul of Asia, no? Much like Seoul!
Perhaps aside from the Oscars, the Miss Universe is the biggest date in the calendar for most gay men, especially among Pinoy bakla. Aminiiiiin!
OK, I'd speak for my self, being a true blue bayot of bayang magiliw na verde ang dugo.
Anyway, my eyes were bleeding when I checked the Miss Universe website and I could not help but pay close attention to the contestants from Asia this year.
Of course I have to make lait, right? Shall we begin?
Miss China... her gown does not stand out really mainly because of the color. But that pout in the swimsuit might just what she needs to be noticed by the judges.
Miss India... this country usually sends strong contestants but this year does not do it for me. She looks old! Or, I don't know... maybe it's the tattoo?
Miss Korea... uh, oh, I've seen that dress sold all over Khao San Road. No budget, much? Besides, that swimsuit photo is way too K-Pop, she might as well do some Asian Pose or something.
Miss Malaysia... I always love a girl who can work a gown even if it looks like it was bought from Tutuban. She does not strike me as anything really because she has the same facial expression for both pictures. Tyra is just furious, I heard.
Miss Singapore... OK, for sure Singapore is in a technical recession if that's what they can only afford for a gown. But at least she can afford some breast implants! Gurl, I heard you're getting a cover from FHM Singapore tomorrow.
Miss Thailand... I've seen pictures of her before and she gave me nothing but some ladyboy aura. At least in these two photos she looks better although the gown must've been borrowed from a drag queen in Silom. Pretty smile though, chai mai?
Now my top three girls from Asia are...
Miss Vietnam... I seem to like the gown and her face has a certain freshness that might appeal to the judges. But sending a tisay to Miss U is so 90's, I'm not sure if it's going to work in her favor. Still she's definitely a stunner and someone to keep a tab on.
Miss Indonesia... now she looks very confident and regal to me, I love her to bits. Such a striking face, no? She killed that gown and her swimsuit picture is very fierce without being too raunchy. I'm sooooo dying to see her as one of the finalists.
Miss Japan... NO WAY... is it even legal to wear Versace in the Miss U? I'm dead jealous. The power of the yen talaga, no? BUT call Donatella coz that gown needs to be re-fitted ASAP. The swimsuit photo is a bit tamed, thank god coz we don't need another pink-panty-and-kimono controversy. For sure Japan is in the top ten, ask Ines Ligron.
Of course I did not forget Miss Philippines... I'm not getting good vibes here though. She's some classic Filipina beauty, perhaps even too tisay, but I don't know, I'm not exactly excited. Like I've seen many representatives from the Philipines who look like her I'm starting to yawn.
And oh, that gown, dahling, National Artist Pitoy Moreno, isn't it? Everything about it is just wrong, starting with the shoes. The swimsuit photo on the other hand is basic beauty queen pose and that smile does not connect well with me. She severely lacks oomph.
Gosh, I'm afraid I'm seeing another Thank You Girl from the Philippines this year.
Mare, you better prove me wrong!!!
Live from Bahamas, 23 August mga bading! That's 24 August in Las Islas Filipinas. Wala muna booking that date, ok?
And here come fashion icons Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen. As featured on Tom and Lorenzo's Blog, the twins are wearing Maison Michel lace ears in kawaii capital, Tokyo. How apt, no?
We all know the Olsen sisters are major trend-setters and it is safe to predict that animal ears are the way to go in the coming season.
