Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

A Series of (Open) Codswallop-y Letters

ONE

Dear Leaders and Politicians,

Hi! First of all, I'd like to congratulate you for winning that nation-wide popularity contest we call the Philippine elections. I'm pretty sure you're glad that the millions of pesos you spent on posters with photoshopped faces, TV ads in between telenovelas, and "witty" campaign jingles were not put to waste. And of course, the famous last names were helpful. VP Binay must be happy that his experiment of throwing Nancy Binay into the dirty, dirty world of politics yielded positive results. I can almost see the guy grinning in my head. 

Awesome. Great. Yeah - now the hard part. Oh, you didn't know that the election is just the start? That's bad for you then, because the number of years that you'll spend in power will be spent under the watchful eye of the still-educated, still-wise percentage of the Filipino people (although, given the results of the 2013 Circus/Popularity Game, I'm beginning to doubt if this is actually a significant percentage.)

Off to my message: I believe I already gave you my congratulations. I hope that as one of the people who pay for your salary that you'll allow me to advise you on some things that I deem to be important. Here are a few of them: 

1. The guy up there (not God, silly, are you even sure that the one you're worshiping has the biological determinant of being a guy?) said that we, the Filipino people - those who earn minimum wage, those who eat from garbage cans, go to public schools, sweat in overcrowded  and congested public vehicles, those who live on top of smelly rivers, in dumps, in "socialized housing" projects that are probably going to collapse in a few years -, are your bosses. So that means we can fire you. 

2. Being a leader means you must have the humility and the patience to be one with your members. Given that some members are stubborn and stupid and you are only human, and stupidity is very annoying - you are still a leader, trusted by the people to be more understanding and more capable of sacrificing in terms of education even the most idiot members of your group. Hindi po nakakababa ang pakikipag-usap sa miyembro. Wag kang ma-pride, at tandaan mo na sa miyembro ka parin maypananagutan. Elected representatives, I do hope you speak to the community which you represent before taking a stand on the issue. Your job is to represent YOUR PEOPLE, not anything else. 

3. One word, dears: delikadesa. Mahiya rin paminsan-minsan. You have been given the immense responsibility and the privilege of serving the Filipino people. It's a rare and terrible gift. Don't screw it up. Remember that if you do, apologizing would not be enough. Many may forget whatever stupidity you've committed while in power, but many will also remember.

That's all I can think of for now. I guess, for conclusions, all I can say is this: have fun, good luck, and we'll be watching so don't mess it up too badly. 

Sincerely

Janina Santos
Your Supervisor/Critic/Tax-Paying Citizen of the Republic of the Philippines

TWO 

Dear Ms. Aiai Delas Alas,

I'm usually not into showbiz. I mean, I rarely ever watch TV. My mom was watching this showbiz news show last Sunday though, and I saw you crying your eyes out for your shattered fairy tales.


I have three things to say to you: 

1. Do yourself a favor and ipa-VAW-C mo na yang gago mong soon-to-be ex;
2. It wasn't your fault. You only loved and wished to be loved in return. We do stupid things when we're in love, but at the end of the day, you are a victim;
3. If anybody says otherwise, flip 'em the middle finger. I'll join you. 

Best regards,

Janina Santos
Vagina Warrior/TV-Deprived Chick

THREE

Dear Ex-Students,

That teacher who's annoying and pushy and repetitive and infuriating and demanding, the one who would rather give you individual feedback that would probably make you melt in embarrassment than leaving you alone to wallow in your ignorance, is making extra effort to help you learn. He or she doesn't have too do that. He/She can deliver the lesson, then sit down and Facebook while you do hundreds of practice tests, drills, and activities. Then he/she can just give you an answer key so you'll check your own answers and leave you despite the fact that you still don't understand why the answer is "A" when ou're quite sure it's "onomatopoeia".  Basically, he or she still gets paid regardless of whether you pass the subject of not. 

Don't be a prat. Seriously. Since you do not exude Channel Number 5 from your very pores and you are probably far from being a guru of peace, unity, and love, listen to criticisms and learn from it. You might pick up a thing or two. 

If you understand this already, then do people a favor and spread the word. 

Oh, and here's a little something for you, by the way: http://scribblesontheclipboard.blogspot.com/

That's my English blog. I'll be posting stuff there once in a while. 

Best of luck,

Your Ex-T/New Drinking Buddy(?)/Possible Friend

FOUR
Photo from salon.com


Mr. Mike Jeffries
Chief Executive Officer

Abercrombie and Fitch



Dear Mr. Jeffries:



Good day. Although I am not a patron of your brand, I am writing this letter to inquire about a concept that your marketing strategy that I find confusing. 



If A&F is indeed only reserved for good-looking, attractive, and cool people as deemed by a social generalist and stereotypical man such as yourself, that you dislike these "uncool" individuals in your stores, does this mean you get beaten by a broom whenever you enter a store in an attempt to purchase an A&F sweatshirt?



Because, you see, by your socially general and stereotypical definition of who is good-looking, attractive, and cool, well, you're just not one of them.



Best regards,

Curvy and Voluptuous Lady Who's Probably an XL 




                                             FIVE


Dear Self,

Remember the beauty of life and love and don't lose sight of a present that is bittersweet and a future that is bright with possibilities. 

Love,
You

Monday, December 26, 2011

So, what IS fab about hand-me-downs? (Janina’s awkward and potentially disastrous attempt to write about fashion)

If you’re like me then you probably only have one pair of pants that you actually invested on, and the rest are give-aways from various ninangs, titas and other benefactors. Also, if you’re like me, you’d probably cringe at the thought of spending PHP800 for a piece of clothing from some branded, although not necessarily atrociously expensive, shop.

Confession: I hate shopping for clothes.

Two reasons.

One, because I have no fashion sense, and thus, regardless of the number of zeroes attached to whatever else number of money I spend on clothes, and no matter how much time I spend looking for what I think is the perfect dress, I would still probably end up with weird pieces, like long lacy black skirts, or a statement shirt with comic book characters printed on it.

Two, because I would rather spend money on books, cutesy notebooks, colored pen, acrylic paints, or invest on really great workshops that will significantly increase what’s up in my head and fatten my resume. There are hundreds of other cool stuff I can get with the money I would otherwise spend on just one piece of overly expensive dress, which I can get in Divisoria or Baclaran for half the price.


Above: A dress I got at the mall for eight hundred bucks, and four books I got in a convention for the same price

So, how do I survive if I am a clothes shop-a-phobic?

Well, thanks to my various ninangs, titas and other benefactors, I have yet to show up at work butt-naked.

Brand-whores and mall-obsessed self-proclaimed fashionistas might shudder at the thought of hand-me-downs. Which is why they are missing out on a lot of great opportunities.

Summon the fashion goddess that is your benefactor and be guided accordingly as to what looks great and what looks repulsive.

I am extremely lucky to have benefactors who know what looks good, and would also tell me what looks good on me. It totally solves the problem of my non-existing fashion sense and saves me from committing social suicide by showing up in my frumpy shirt and ye-olde-school baggy pants. Since I am the non-experimenting kind when it comes to clothes, I would often get stuck to colors, styles and cuts that would not change unless some courageous and sensible person tells me that I look like a duck.

Problem: Because of the rules of social propriety, nobody does that to my face.(Although I’m pretty sure the topic comes up a lot when people are lacking topics to make fun of).

Basically, getting hand-me-downs often comes with that all-important lesson on what does not make me look stupid.

If the benefactor is not present, and would prefer just sending a bunch of stuff to my house for me to try on, then summoning the fashion goddess is a tad bit harder. I’m sure the clothes they sent me look good on them – once – but that does not guarantee that I won’t look like a peacock once I have them on. At least I am sure that the clothes are good quality.

Of course, that depends upon your philanthropist. Is it of good fortune or misfortune? In cases like this, I would have to rely on what little I know about looking good and pray I’m still respectable in the morning.


Get super sexy branded stuff… For free. Seriously.


Above: A handbag and a wallet given to me by a friend of my mom's

Louis Vuitton shoulder bags, Lacoste shirts, and Ferragamo shoes. Good condition, sometimes barely ever used. The price? A kiss on your favorite ninang’s cheek and a visit during Christmas. Maybe a little phone call or text every now and then. No kidding.

Have more money to spend on your more pressing needs and addictions (to prevent unsightly withdrawal symptoms and psychological imbalances)… or simply to fatten that bank account.

I happily spent PHP800.00 during Visprint’s WIT event for four books, without hesitation, with my friend Gary having to metaphorically drag me away from the book stands to keep me from spending my lunch money, whereas it took me three hours just to look for a dress, any dress, to wear to our retreat back in college.

I am a very poor chick, like most twenties lady nowadays. Despite having a job (and some writing sidelines, which are rare), I’d have to admit that making ends meet is one heck of a challenge. The excess money that I have is enough to buy a new blouse every now and then, or a good book with about 500 pages in it which would last me for about three days, if I am having a lazy spell or simply incredibly tired that I can barely pick my feet up. Guess which one I’d rather buy?

Having people give me old stuff from their closet saves me the money and the effort of buying new clothes. This also saves me from having to wear what little I got for myself to tatters. With the help of my fashion benefactors, I was able to transcend my dark monetary abyss and spend on stuff that I think matter more. Like this thing below:


Our partially completed house. Construction began last 2010 and it is already livable.

So to everyone who has bestowed their much-loved, extremely great stuff to yours truly, I am really grateful. Keep ‘em coming, please and thank you!