A Museum On My Mobile Phone

the first piece of art that appeared on my device

the first piece of art that appeared on my device

“It feels like having a new mobile phone every day!”

This is what I generally feel every time I am surprised by the daily changes that happens to my phone’s wallpaper. Thanks to the mobile app Muzei (a Russian word meaning museum).  Every day my phone home screen is automatically refreshed with works of art.

I really love the app’s classy concept.  It’s so simple yet so unique.  It’s the coolest way if you happen to be dealing with mobile-phone-homescreen-fatigue.

I am so happy and amazed by this clever app, I even bragged and announced this app to my co-workers during one of my lectures.   This well done app can also optionally educate you.  If you wish to know about the description of the featured art piece you simply click on the title.  Then you will be directed to a wiki entry on the internet for the information.

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refreshing!

refreshing!

winner!

winner!

he was a popular russian opera singer...

he was a popular russian opera singer…

I have always believed that pieces of great works of art are the food for the people’s soul.  Thus, this awesome app simply does that for me.  Besides, you don’t want your “ulam” (viand) to be the same “ulam” every day. Right?

This is easily the best wallpaper you can put on your device!

Hayli rekomended!

Coca in Osaka

my bottle

my bottle

A lot of friends and colleagues who has been to Japan agrees that the taste of Coca-Cola seem different as compared to other parts of the world.  And I do agree with this observation.  For me regular Coke or Cola in this part of the planet seem lighter to the taste and smoother to the gullet.  It is not disturbingly sweet and not unnerving to the tongue.  I can actually drink a regular coke in this part of the world without the need for ice.

What is even more fun drinking Coke in Japan, particularly in Osaka is that you can actually have your bottle personalized.  Located at Grand Pronto Mall, Osaka’s new mega-shopping town complex is a Coca-Cola store where you can have your name stamped on the bottle label for free.

While my bottle was being stamped, I was imagining on top of a hill and wanted to sing the popular Coca-Cola jingle… I’d Like To Teach The World To Sing (a Perfect Harmony).

guess what this store is selling...

guess what this store is selling…

osaka lady stamping my bottle

osaka lady stamping my bottle

my sister's nickname is so exotic

my sister’s nickname is so exotic

so "shota" is a popular nickname in osaka...

so “shota” is a popular nickname in osaka…

My body had changed, my sensibilities changed, though to this day, I still drink Coke.  Admit it or not, but there are lots of chows, cuisines or simple sustenance best consumed with a bottle of Coca-Cola.  I guess, no one is too old to drink this precarious drink.

Its da ril ting… Inom na!

Felt Like a Pilgrimage to a Luxurious Shopping Mecca

Shopping, desserts and entertainment.  These are my earthly holy trinity.  These are in some unexplainable reason the silly domains that nurse my worldly psychic ills.  These are my lowly carnal religions.

This is why when I was given the opportunity by the heavens to see and walk through the streets of Beverly Hills, I was at an elevated sense of veneration.  Though my underprivileged wallet could not afford the saintly looking fashion merchandise along Rodeo Drive and Wilshire Boulevard, it felt like I was in the peak of my materialistic pilgrimage to the western shopping mecca.

rodeo drive baby!

rodeo drive baby!

we’re seated at a huge stoup where the unholy water of rodeo drive flows! hahaha!

the d&g "chapel"

the d&g “chapel”

some wicked car...

some wicked car…

joesel contemplating on some unholy communion

joesel inside prada contemplating on some unholy communion

chapels, chapels, chapels!

chapels, chapels, chapels! denton walking up the “aisle”

Those glitzy, ritzy and lavish stores looked like blessedly sanctified chapels.  While the names Versace, Canali, Prada, Bottega Veneta and Ermenegildo Zegna seem to sound like holy Italian saints.

No, I did not do the sign of the cross but when we left the area, something in me was screaming.  That one glorious day, I will be back and spend a good amount of riches in that dreamy fashionable shopping district.

Amen!

Winter in Manila

match this with a stylish scarf and chic knitted winter hat, this fashion ensemble would be very appropriate for the would-be mild manila winter...

match this with a stylish scarf and chic knitted winter hat, this fashion ensemble would be very appropriate for the would-be mild manila winter…

The Manila weather in the past two weeks has been unusually chilly.  This is especially true from late afternoons until the late mornings.  Between these time periods, considerable number of people in the metro as I observed are surprisingly sporting jackets and sweaters.

Temperature in Manila has always been hot and scorching all year round.  Very cold countries would actually announce a heat wave in case they would experience the regular and prevalent Manila temperature.  That is why, temperature has never been a topic for a Manila-based conventional conversations.  But for the past two weeks, people are now talking about how chilly it has been.  Also, there has been a slow down on the sales of halo-halo while sales of hot lugaw (congee) has gone hotter!

With this surprising weather changes by freaky and fickle mother Earth, I will not be surprised that in a couple of years, international weather bureaus will announce that hot tropical Philippines will already experience winter.  I guess this is not farfetched because just last month snow actually fell in hot and sticky Vietnam.

What will be good in case scorching Manila will experience winter is that it is not the bitingly cold and bone-penetrating type of a winter similar to those countries away from the equator.  It would be tempered type where people can simply put on a piece of scarf around the neck and will no longer look silly in case they would sport layered outfits out on the street.

Though it is a bit worrying (of course, because of treacherously distorted climate changes), for me, winter in Manila would be a welcome change.  Why? Here are six advantages of having a mild chilly winter in Manila:

  • There would be downright decrease in electric bill since there will be lesser usage of airconditioning units;
  • There would be a decrease in the stench of body odors in public places – inside trains, malls, buses and jeepneys – because people will sweat less;
  • Fashion industry in Manila would finally take some transition.  There would already be a winter collection for local fashion designers.  Fashion Weeks held here in Manila are inappropriately pegged as summer and spring collections when in fact it should be labelled wet and dry season collections since these are the only seasons of equatorial Philippines.
  • There would be no atrocious diaphoretic beer-bellied shirtless people on the street (in Tagalog: wala ng nakahubad na malalaki ang tyan sa kalye);
  • Celebrities wearing jackets and layered garments who performs on TV during their Sunday weekly variety shows will no longer look stupid; and finally,
  • I can wear my Bershka leather jacket and Doc Martens leather boots!

Brrr… gininaw lang, kung ano ano na naisip!

Nengkoy and the Shoe World

nengkoy's super comfy nike

nengkoy’s super comfy nike

It’s been more than a year that I have been searching and researching for an appropriate geriatric shoes that would be most appropriate for Nengkoy, comfort wise and fashion wise.  But the search has been very unsuccessful.  It is because there are very limited sources and style that the senior populace can choose from.

But last week, this intention has finally been concluded.  Not because I found the right geriatric shoes for Nengkoy but because I purchased her the trendiest, most expensive and most comfortable shoes Nengkoy has ever had.

To test its ease, comfort and snugness we let Nengkoy wore the shoes right away upon purchase.  The result? It was indeed comfortable since she never complained and was able to tour by walking the whole SM Mall of Asia (one of the biggest malls in Asia).

Talking about SM Mall of Asia, while I was paying for the shoes, it dawned in me that Nengkoy can actually be considered one of the key elements and components in the initial success of taipan Henry Sy, the owner of the SM malls.

sm logo (has the same font of shoeworld)

sm logo (has the same font of shoeworld)

This is through the initial store of Mr. Sy located along Carriedo and Rizal Avenue called ShoeWorld.  Wikipedia does not acknowledge nor name the first shoe store of Sy in Carriedo/Rizal Avenue.  I suppose ShoeWorld was the store.  The only basis I know and clearly remember is that it’s located in Carriedo and the ShoeWorld’s logo font or lettering is the same as that of the present SM formerly known as ShoeMart. Imagine ShoeMart logo in which the M in inverted as W and the letterings are in the same navy blue shade with white strip in the middle.

I can still clearly remember the classy shoe store especially the red carpet of the stairs that leads the customers to its second and third floor. I can also still remember the hole on the ceiling in which ordered shoes based on size, model and colour as desired by prospective buyers would plunge down as dropped by people mysteriously inside the ceiling.

shoeworld circa late 70's (left building). the only photo of shoeworld available on the net

shoeworld circa early 80’s (left building) before the advent of lrt trains. the only photo of shoeworld available on the net

As I recall, Nengkoy was some sort of like an accredited sales agent for ShoeWorld.  Before the advent of gift certificates, credit cards and even the now popular Sodexho certificates, Nengkoy in the early 70’s here in the Philippines was already into this type of system.

She would be issued by the store manager with bundles of ShoeWorld business cards.  These are the same cards that Nengkoy would sign at the back and issues to her client.  The business card would serve as a voucher that buyers (sent by Nengkoy) can present in the store to purchase their desired shoes.  Buyers with the business cards with my mother’s signature at the back need not pay anything when they get to ShoeWorld.  Instead, would have to surrender the card to the cashier as their initial form of payment.  These clients would then pay Nengkoy the corresponding amount in trickles or instalment basis.  Nengkoy in return will have to remit her collections and would in turn get some sales commission.

This simple yet ingenious system, I believe, in some way led to the success of Mr. Sy’s business.  Thus, if indeed ShoeWorld was the first SM store, therefore, if I were Henry Sy I would definitely buy Nengkoy the most comfortable shoes ever created!

Though I am no taipan like Henry Sy, I would of course not settle for my mother to feel those foot aches and leg twinges.  Thus, I bought her the most comfortable shoes I could find.

Bongga di ba?

Nengkoy, The Kengkengs & The Boy With Dirty Knees

While our family waits to celebrate the Christmas Eve of 2013, me and my monster “pamangkins” (nieces and nephews) along with Nengkoy, of course, did a little photoshoot.

We tried remaking the photo of a happy, naïve and innocent picture shot at the exact spot MORE THAN TWENTY years ago.  My “kerengkeng” nieces and a nephew in this photo were the first batch of grandchildren of Nengkoy.

Then & Now: thatch, kim, erika, kate and denden with nengkoy

Then & Now: thatch, kim, erika, kate and denden with nengkoy

Complete with white ribbons, red shirt, white blouses, and green shorts the exact pose was recreated.  What made me laugh hard about doing this photo is when my nephew Denden was dirtying his knees for the shoot since it’s so apparent in the original photo that his knees were super “dungis” (soiled).

These photo made me realize that when we were innocent children, we seldom think of the future.  This innocence lets us free to enjoy ourselves.  It also made me think that growing up is actually not a bad thing at all.  Because it allows us to make a difference in the world, to find out who we are and to live the life we imagined as children…

Grabeng tuhod ‘yan! Ang dungis!!!

Don’t Come Around By Jessica Sanchez

After the semi-successful launch of the first single of American Idol Season 11 runner-up, people kept wondering what shall be the follow-up single on her first album launched in April/May of this year.

If the management of Jessica Sanchez would be able to read this post, I hope that the next single to be released in her Me, You & the Music album would be the reggae-like tune mixed with a whisk of dance-pop and R&B beats entitled Don’t Come Around.

If this track would be produced with very good music video, I believe this would be a potential big hit.  The beat is infectious, the type that would basically grow in you. This would be aside from the song’s tough and unapologetic message which would add some color to the somewhat bland and pa-twitams (nauseatingly cute) image of Jessica Sanchez.

Let me share this little golden nugget of a music.

Na-aw! Na-aw! Na-aw! 

Queen of Modern Headdress

I am happy that the music video of Dami Im has just been released today.  After watching the whole super nice video, the only thing that dawned on me is that Dami Im could possibly be the next fashion icon of this planet.

Dami has never been afraid to try new things to wear.  What is so impressive about her and her team of stylists (if ever she has one) are the various ornaments, hats, embellishments and head pieces she has worn and showed off.  Those stuffs were simply fresh, unique, chic and fashionable.

HRH Queen Elizabeth is too old while Lady Gaga looks too tired and worn out.  The freshly released video of Dami Im’s Alive simply seals her as the new Queen of Modern Headdress.  Those headdresses can truly trigger a different kind of fashion buzz…

Maka-suot nga ng ganyan sa sa opis sa Lunes…

Steve Jobs & My Now Fave Shoes

I believe Steve Jobs when he said:

You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them backwards.  So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.  You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.

A ridiculous illustration of this is about a pair of shoes I purchased myself more than 10 years ago.  It’s a slip-on high-cut black leather shoes with velcro straps.

More than a decade ago, I purchased it but never have worn it because it looks hideous, too loud and too edgy in those years’ of Filipino fashion standards.  It would be horrible to wear during those times especially if you are to match it up with a pleated dress pants or baggy jeans and trousers.

If I may recall, the only reason why I bought it is to help a friend who is selling various types of imported shoes.  She would sell her merchandize by presenting a booklet/catalog of shoes where buyers can select from.  Ones you selected, you can place your order to her and she would deliver it to you personally.  This was of course before the hype of on-line shopping.

You may wonder why I didn’t just gave or donate the shoes away to somebody else.  Actually, I was too embarrassed to give it to anyone.  Aside from embarrassment, I’m afraid that the recipient would throw it back to me since he himself would not anyway be able to wear it.

my favorite shoes this nippy season...

my favorite shoes this nippy season…

question: is this considered a "selfie"?

question: is this considered a “selfie”?

But lo and behold!!!  When I tried channeling the inner fashionista in me and did dare wore it a couple of weeks ago, the very same pair are now my favorite shoes this nippy season.  The very same shoes have been earning a lot of praises from friends, relatives and co-workers.  There even had been a couple of strangers who come to me who could not resist of asking where I purchased my pair.

Yeah, though my phone is an Android phone.  In fairness, I do believe Steve Jobs about connecting those life’s personal dots backwards…

Pasosyal din pag may time…