Yes, this is Cecile van Straten’s newest line, Heather Miss Grey. It’s available at Bleach Catastrophe, Greenbelt 5 and TriNoma.
So for Christmas, this is included in my list. Hint Hint People!!!
Photo credits to Chuvaness.
Love
Question of the week
What is your favorite song of all time?
I think that’s a pretty difficult question, being a fan of so many artists. I think most of my friends would no even know the asnwer to this. Most of them would complain that I have too many weird tastes so I guess it’s better for me to have a permanent playlist in mind.
I love European pop and rock, and a lot of indie artists. I feel like I’m doing some sense of injustice each time I don’t defend the quality and the depth of their lyrics because in all honesty, most of their words sink to the very core. People just fail to acknowledge it, probably because they’ve gotten so used to the pop sound and the bandwagon that they just automatically reject whatever it is that’s new to their ear. Or maybe that’s just me being judgmentsl.
However, I do have a list of my favorite lyrics. Once revealed, everyone would know the romantic that I am. What the hell, it’s bound to show anyway.
- Maps (Yeah Yeah Yeahs): Wait / They don’t love you like I love you
- Shiver (Coldplay): So I looked at your direction / But you paid me no attention
- The Scientist (Coldplay): Oh take me back to the start
- With or Without You (U2): She left me with / Nothing to win / And nothing left to lose
- Northern Downpour (Panic at The Disco): Hey moon / Please forget to fall down
- That I Would Be Good (Alanis Morissette): That I would be good / Even if I lost sanity
- Congratulations (Blue October): My words, they don’t come out right / But I’m trying to say I’m happy for you
And of course, I have to cite something from John Mayer:
Should have smiled in that picture / If that’s the last that I’ll see of you
So far, that’s it. I know I’m eventually adding more to this list so expect me to answer this question again. :)
Hat Me d:)
I seriously seriously seriously hope that looked like a smiley with a hat.
Anyway, growing out my hair proved to be quite challenging. I am beginning to think I cut it too many times this year, that it might be slightly offed by moi. It’s taking its time to grow and well, the awkward length is making me feel less than fab.
So the natural solution, apart from the trim, is a hat. And did I have fun trying on hats. :)
I don’t know what’s up with my hand. Hahahaha.
In the end, I didn’t get any hats. But I just might get a pair of shoes.
Note to self: visit the salon for some protein treatment. I believe that’s what my hair needs right now. And probably a hat. I better pick one soon because to be honest, cold weather isn’t much of a hat season.
Unless your hair is susceptible to frizz.
The kings and queens of Promise
Like I said the other day, Dylan and I grabbed some Cheetos and watched The Legend of the Guardians at the SM Mall of Asia 3D theatre. Like promised, here’s my take on the film.
When I first saw the trailer, I was immediately interested, mainly because the owls reminded me of Harry Potter’s snow white owl, Hedwig. It’s quite unusual really, when you come to think about it. Looking back on your childhood, did you really imagine that owls can be so fierce (and by fierce, I mean warrior fierce, not diva fierce)?
Anyway, the film is visually SPECTACULAR. I am going to be brave and say that it can rival Avatar when it comes to landscapes and settings and movement and detail. It was so amazing. And funny, because when we watched it, there was a kid in front of us that kept raising his hand, probably trying to touch the characters. But his mean dad kept scolding him. Note to self: hate that kid’s dad.
However, the movie in general is just an average movie. I think one of the main mistakes they made was having the same animal. It’s a movie for kids, and unfortunately, kids have a hard time distinguishing personalities when they look alike. That’s the reason why Lion King was of epic proportions; mention a character name and you’d know right away how it looks like and (better) what kidn of animal it was.
I am not discounting the fact that the story wasn’t rich with characters because it was. Soren is the dreamer, the evident protagonist. Eglantine is the youngest sister, the one that idolises Soren. And if you have three kids there, there’s bound to be one that is envious and spiteful… hence, the existence of Kludd.
It’s the tragic story of Mudblood and Pure Blood. Of course, it was narrated by the most animated narrator I’ve ever heard. Just so you know, it’s an all-British cast, so when you bring your kid to the movie, be prepared to answer the question “Ano daw? (What did s/he say?)”
I enjoyed the movie very much. To be frank, even if the story didn’t blow to large proportions like the visuals did, it was still a very enjoyable family movie. Guaranteed, you’ll fall in love with the female owls, go gaga over Eglantine, and just be awestruck when you see the perfect combination of flight and water.
And when your jaw drops because of the amazing theatrics, please give me a call. :)
Score: 3.5/5
Book backlog
I’ve always loved books. I remember back when I was a kid; I first fell in love with Archie comics. I’ve always wanted to be Betty because she’s always so considerate and sweet and giving. But of course, in the end, I ended up being more like Veronica. Minus the rich part. Hahaha.
Anyway, I kind of am reminded that I have a book backlog when I got home from work today and saw a pile of books I was supposed to read. Before MAP started, I joined this community online whose goal is to finish 50 books in a year. I managed to complete that list, and shared quite a handful of reviews, but because I decided to become more serious in planning for my future (or at least having a plan), I only got to complete 50 books for a year. BUMMER.
And this is my stinking pile.
Got this about a couple of months ago. I think.
I got this with the other one and the next one. Bought it from the National Bookstore big ol’ sale.
Of course, I had to buy a classic. :)
Bought this when I was with Dylan, just last week.
The only book I managed to start reading
At some point, it did become depressing. I really love reading. I actually see JK Rowling as a heroine because she made kids fall in love with reading again. I am so thankful for books because they fueled my imagination. And I would hate to neglect my first teachers, but I already am.
Contrary to the saying, I really do judge a book by its cover. I want the cover to age with me: gracefully. I want a cover that will actually look like it’s been touched and felt by time. A cover that remains uncovered, so that as the book is borrowed and passed on from one reader to another, their hands leave an imprint on the cover. And the book would know it’s been read.
Most people find that weird, and most people disagree with my “care” (or lack of). Most people would cover them with plastic and preserve the crispness of the pages. Not me. I imagine myself being 60 and my floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall bookshelves filled with books with yellowed pages. Hmmm. Perfect.
the salt of your skin 