I’m a Work of Art!

Early this year, I was contacted by a local artist asking for permission to use one of my photos as reference for a painting he was working on for his next exhibit (whew, long, badly-written sentence right there). I can’t say that this sort of thing happens to me on a daily basis and I’m not one to be overly possessive of my face/photos (or in this case, my lips and left hand) so naturally, I said yes.

This was some months ago and I’ve sort of forgotten about it until the artist contacted me a couple of days ago. Apparently, that particular piece was first to sell at his last exhibit and “is now held by a famous art collector”.

Yeah, I’m a little giddy.

The artist’s name is Ronald Caringal and the exhibit was called “First Impression Lusts”. Lifted from his site:

The next show takes on how physical urges create such an impact on one’s character and sense of being. Man’s desire for physical intimacy and sex is sometimes watered down and delegated to mere craving. What is supposed to be a very intimate physical manifestation has become a meaningless act of self-satisfaction. The difference between man and animal is that even though we share the same urges, ours carry meaning. We can crave food but it is a need that has to be sufficed regardless of craving. What separates us is our ability to be humane.

I believe no one has died for not having participated in consummation.

I believe that any action taken without taking into account that it is done unto another human being, any action taken that is not rooted in respect and appreciation is dehumanizing.

The works show women alongside tempting food or presented in equivalence to as a blunt equation of what certain male perspectives amount to. Sex is a pre-packed commodity and market niche nowadays. We have come to use it so blatantly. It is offered so haphazardly. Sometimes men look at women in the same light as they would a delicious looking ice cream sundae. Watering mouth and all. Diminished brain activity. Some women share the same guilt. We may never escape our urges, for they are also much-appreciated privileges, but it is possible that these urges can be reasons to empower ourselves with satisfying deeper human needs.

The works are done in oil on canvas with assemblage.

He turned this:

Into this:

it was the moment she became too hot to blow

Shit’s awesome, I tell ya.

A Few Dealbreakers

Once upon a time, I dated all the wrong kinds of men. The tired “I was young, naive, incredibly self-important, and a ridiculous contradiction” excuse applies to my taste in men and my approach to relationships (mostly pseudo-relationships) when I was in my teens up until I was 22. Back then, I thought I had standards until years later, while reviewing and poking fun at each other’s respective pasts, the boyfriend pointed out my (very) questionable taste in men. I couldn’t help but agree considering that the dudes I went out with back then are the kind of dudes I wouldn’t so much as look at or exchange a single word with today.

It makes me cringe, but being young, I think I was excusable. I had no idea what I really wanted back then and I settled for whatever boylet whose attention I fancied. Ick. Gratefully, I’m done with dating and though this is late and irrelevant, here is a list of some relationship dealbreakers— standards I wish I had back then.

1) You have a beer belly.
This is probably hypocritical of me since I, myself, have a widdle fratman gut but I’m a girl and a little belly (not exceeding four inches the girth of one’s waist) can be cute. If you’re a dude (especially a skinny one), though, it kinda makes you look like a malnourished African kid. Not sexy.

(Food bellies, I don’t mind. Unlike beer bellies, food bellies don’t stick out like a balloon hiding in your midsection.)

2) You don’t know your way around the internet.
You have one email address and not a single social network account. Not only does that make you non-stalkable (I need to know if your interests are good enough to hold my fascination and if you’re all-angles cute), it also means you won’t understand my need to tweet, plurk, and blog several aspects of my life (which may or may not include you). You’ll also probably freak out when you see all my self-portraits on my Flickr account which you’ll most likely find a little too liberated for your tastes.

3) You use the term “sexually-liberated”.
And use it in conversations with your buddies that you’d expect from a bunch of highschoolers.

4) You’re someone I already dated.
I don’t recycle men. An ex is an ex is an ex, bye.

5) You say “po”.
For the non-Filipinos, “po” is a word used to show respect when talking to elders and/or to someone you respect. Because I wasn’t raised in a traditional Filipino household, it’s not a word I use a lot and is a word I don’t use at all when conversing with my folks. Why you would use it when talking to someone you’re dating is beyond me.

6) You won’t drive me to work.
What do you mean you’re just going to drive me to the main avenue and wait with me while I get a cab because you have somewhere else to be/it’s late/you just don’t feel like making the drive to my office? We’re already in the car, there’s gas, and it’s a fifteen-minute drive away.

7) You wear ill-fitting shirts/shirts that reach your knees.
That’s called a dress.

8) Saliva forms in the corners of your mouth when you talk.
Just…no. Maybe you’re incredibly cute or intelligent and maybe there’s a cure for that but I’m already so turned off that I don’t care enough to Google it for you.

What are your dealbreakers?

Things I Love

It’s been a while since I last made a list of things I love (nearly a year, after checking my archives) which could mean a) I don’t love enough things or b) the truth: I’ve been a lazy blogger.

Lists don’t require much effort, though.

1. Men’s shirts, especially white ones

white mens shirt

I recently acquired (and by that, I mean downloaded) a copy of Nina Garcia’s The One Hundred and sure enough “Man’s White Shirt” is listed as one of the pieces every stylish woman must own. “Aha”, I thought. “I have two (plus a few in other colors).”

I love how they go with practically everything in my closet (jeans, leggings, shorts, skirts, cutoffs… I believe my dresses are the only pieces I haven’t paired with a man’s shirt). The look— as Garcia describes it— sizzles; it’s slightly sexy, comfortable, and classic.

2. Leggings

“What would I do without leggings?” I constantly ask myself. Probably wear jeans, but on weekdays when it’s sweltering (which is just about everyday, in this tropical country of mine) or even on days when I just don’t want the feel of denim against my skin, boy am I ever thankful for The Versatile Pair of Black Leggings (and legs that look good in them, I guess).

3. Thursdays!

I’m following a handful of TV shows this season (which makes me feel a bit guilty because it takes up so much of my time but what can I do, I’m already hooked on the dramz): 90210, Melrose Place, Glee, Gossip Girl, The Vampire Diaries, and FlashFoward. Thursday night (after coming home from work) is when I download all six shows. Wanna guess which show I can’t wait ’til the weekend to watch? Clue: stars with a G and ends with Lee.

4. Cafe World

Cafe World

Zynga’s Cafe World is yet another Facebook app I am hooked on. It’s similar to Playfish’s Restaurant City (which I played for a bit before getting tired of it) but better because 1) you “cook” the dishes you want to serve and unlock more dishes as you level up, 2) you don’t need to feed your staff, and 3) you don’t need to keep the app/game running to gain points (though in CW, you only gain points with every dish cooked).

It’s really addicting =/

5. Reading about San Jose motorcycle accident attorney. That stuff is interesting, I tell ya!

Another list next Thursday, I hope.

A Short List of Things I Currently Covet

Leopard Print Tulip Dress by Bysi, currently on sale (!!!). I saw this on display on my way to work this morning and although I normally stay away from whatever’s on the mannequins, I am making an exception for this dress. It’s so matrona-ish and the right kind of flashy, I have to have it. Plus, I need some animal print in my closet!

pink and gray leopard print tulip dress

Cadbury’s Caramel Eggs. I randomly saw a photo on my Tumblr dashboard and now I’m a bit obsessed. Chocolate + caramel = party in my tummy. Does anybody know where I can get them locally? I’ve been told Duty Free doesn’t have them.

cadbury's caramel eggs

This kitty swimsuit. I need it in my life. I need to know who and where and why it still isn’t in my possession.

kitty swimsuit

A Few Things I Bought in the Past Week

(I can’t believe I’ve sunk so low to be updating this blog with something as mundane as my latest purchases (which has yet to include some tv stands for the apartment, lulz). Just trying to keep this little speck of the internets alive, folks)

A Neko/Nyan-Nyan hat (for Project365 purposes):

kitty ear hat

An Epicare stick (because we part German ladies are hairy and I have had it with tweezing (as I never have time to regularly visit the salon for threading)):

epicare stick

And these four-inch brown cage wedges (most comfortable four inches of added height ever):

helga

PS: I’m on Tumblr!

1 99 100 101 115