Archive for February, 2009
Valentine’s Demise.
Posted by roanne in Personal Moods on February 13, 2009
For someone who has a broken heart, Valentine’s day is sorely filled with sorrow. Lots of single people I know are moping for not having a date on that very said day. I say, WTF? Feb 14 is not only just a day when you’re required to have a romantic date with your significant other. It’s generally a “love” day, and that you should be celebrating with all the people you endear the most–your family, for instance. 
I believe that there’s nothing to fret about this day. It’s weird that people are making a big fuss over it. Anyhoo, to kill the inner anti-Cupid me, I find people more thoughtful and enamored during the love month. It’s nice to see people buying cheesy romantic stuff for their special someone–say, flowers and sweets. There’s something in this month that makes the sparks fly…that makes everybody happy.
Unfortunately, for some us, it’s not really a time to overly celebrate. Well, it’s not the shallow things you think of, like not having a special someone to celebrate with. Another HS classmate and confidante passed away recently. The news is truly dumbfounding, I know. It’s like a nightmare that’s happening all over again. Read the rest of this entry »
Get Japanese Street Style Inspiration from Style Arena.
Posted by roanne in Asian Fashion, Fashion Reviews on February 10, 2009
Japanese Street Style proves to be unique, trendy and colorful. Every ensemble is so iridescent, you won’t get bored looking at them. Though some may think it’s a fashion overkill, I, on the other hand, beg to differ. It’s really amazing how these people pull off different (sometimes contrasting) prints, patterns and fabrics and put them altogether. Surprisingly, they make this audacious style work quite well!
I haven’t really donned something like this in the Philippines. Well, it’s because of the given tropical weather that holds me back to layer clothes, lest I would end up being drenched, or worse, soaked with sweat. However, there are some moments, particularly events, that pumps up my creative juices which make me wear a stylish, colorful garb without getting overblown by prints and patterns–consider it a moderate Japanese Street Style. 
Anyhoos, here’s some styles I’m eying for at the moment. I featured the latter @ All the Vanity (all pics taken from Style-Arena.Jp):
Daikanyama
*Lovely monochromatic colors with hot pink & purple hues as contrast. Combining leather, satin and suede is just awesome!*
Remembering Maningning Miclat.
Posted by roanne in Personal Moods, Poetry on February 5, 2009
It’s been more than 8 years since her death broke the news, only because it was an unconventional one. Yet, instead of talking about how she died, rather celebrate how she lived.
At a tender age, I remember being enthralled and enthused in poetry and visual arts. I got lots of people in my mind that I totally admire. Among the roster, I have few people who never fail to take my heed because of their amazing, uncanny abilities. Their gifts sprung at a very young age.
Imagine someone who could impeccably yield a brush and turn her artworks into life, or handle a plume and bring her writings into beautifully crafted pieces of literature–everything that Maningning Miclat did, despite leaving this world too soon.
Maningning Miclat , a Filipino, was a well-known trilingual poet and painter. She wrote anthologies, which were published, in English, Mandarin and Filipino. Chinese Bamboos were her favorite subject for her zen paintings. At the age of 15, she had her first art exhibit at the Cultural Center of the Philippines.
Many may have already forgotten her. Some may not even know her. But, her works perpetually live in our hearts and minds.
Here’s one of Maningning’s poems that I really love:
I want space -
a two dimensional space.
To form form and forms
that change , while my arm
sways, my hand holds the brush to play
with the glacial acrylic paints.
Forms that bring back
the balance and rhythm
of xieyi painting
where yin is left in the whiteness
of rice paper, and yang is limned
by the shades of gray and black ink.
A space for the music of painting
where white is not blank but tone
and black is the silent interval
cantata that springs forth from the air
vanishes back
and remains as brushstrokes.
To absorb a process of change
in the gesture of a fearless arm
emotion that moves and grows:
forms being formed to forget
the finiteness of beginnings.
Beside this poem
is a prayer
frozen in the acrylic paints.
Beside this poem
is a mural
- a desire for space.
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