Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Last night, I went to Sta. Lucia East Mall as a "heaven-sent scent haven" suggested by some of my lady friends checking out perfumes at an unbelievably dirt-cheap prices. And a cheapjack that I am, I immediately vroom into the place after work to check out wide array of fragrances. And true enough to its cause of providing similar effect as Rustan's redolence in profusion to the budget-constrained individual, they offered perfumes almost Php1,500 less than what department stores' perfumery section offers.
Bvlgari Extreme is what I have bagged, a myriad scent inclining to femininity. Why? Hell not. I'm neither gay, nor do I have a testosterone-deficit dysndrome. I just loooove women's scent so much. Men's scent is just way too thuriferously musky and can cause me a swift, sudden, and unwanted sinusitis. You see, I still have the empty boxes of the perfumes I have used in my lifetime. So few since my meager paygrade as a writer slash engineer couldn't hoard me with so much. Back of it are handwritten labels to remind me of what kind of ocassion will I wear it for.
Two of my male colleauges I brought along with me happens to be my day's surprising blow. Having stepped into the corporate ladder not knowing the very inner workings of the fragrance factory and not even knowing the difference between perfume, eau de perfume, and eau de toilette is such a huge stun. I was even given a blank stare for asking for a coffee in a perfumery section, only to have found out that what I am asking is not coffee per se but a coffee bean to neutralize or diffuse the nostril-sticking smell.
But let me provide you a brief rundown on how each types differ:
Most perfumes are complex combinations of natural materials, such as essential oils from plants, and synthetic products that increase the lasting power and heighten the smell. Alcohol is used as a liquid base for perfume, and the ratio of alcohol to scented perfume concentrates determines what the final concoction is labeled.
From highest concentration to least, the different forms of perfume are:
1) Perfume, also called extract or extrait perfume, can include 15-40% perfume concentrates. This is the purest form of scented product and is the most expensive as a result.
2) Eau de parfum contains about 7-15% perfume concentrates. This is the most popular and common form of perfume. It provides a long-lasting fragrance and generally doesn't cost as much as extract perfume.
3) Eau de toilette has around 1-6% perfume concentrates. This makes for a light scent that doesn't linger as long as the more intense versions. It was originally intended to be a refreshing body splash to help people wake up in the morning.
4) Eau de cologne is sometimes used interchangeably with the term eau de toilette. However, the concoction began as the name of a light, fresh fragrance mixed with citrus oils and was made popular by Napoleon.
Some perfumers today have a version of this called eau fraiche. Given it to be a French counterpart for "fresh water", it might be a scent based on a non-alcohol and non-oil solution but purely on fresh water. But I have to verify that first. Like what I said, I sniff wifi, not whiff.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Where can we ever find repertory of goods and services heaped in one spot than in the land of the orient pearl. Philippines is teeming with everything you can find in one cornucopia. We have a relatively wellspring of everything we need, and all of them are stacked in a zoning order. For computer parts slash peripherals, there's Gilmore. For pets and household cuddly lollygags, there's the Libertad. For electronics, there's the Raon. For shutterbug like me, all sorts of photo paraphernalia can be found at Hidalgo. For car parts, Banawe is replete with all kinds of car set up bounties, in almost all car brands you can think of. For almost everything under the sun, there's the treasury of it at the Divisoria.
So there we went at Banawe to check out some cool car craze dress up. stereo set, side skirts, side mirrors(be aware of the anti-fencing law, unless the side mirror sold to you is your very own), mufflers, and tiremags. While the hair makes or breaks one's look in a human being, a tiremag is the crowning glory of the car. It is like putting a new shoes to your automobile. The plethora of it abounds in Banawe.
And speaking of hair, after our mobile make over, we headed off to J23 Glam Salon and Spa for some urban pampering, a fair treat from a sweat-breaking day of price haggling with the Banawe folks.
For every person's first visit, one can get to enjoy a 10% discount on all its services. Butt because my friend has a gift of gab and undeniably a charm like no other, we were both offered with a 10% off too on its gift cheques worth Php500 and Php1000 respectively. A cheapskate that I am only gets thePhp500, enough for me to avail of their spa session on my next visit.
The long day obviously sends our stomach in deprivation. So we drive from Timog all the way to Cubao and filled our gustatory room at the Gateway foodcourt, with only a handful of bills left we have on hand. Our budget may have been squeezed, our day shrunken, but it was well worth it; it was a day conspicuously capitalized.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Lately, a friend of mine from the other side of a non-Mitusbishi universe that I am always involved with invited me over to grace his pleasure driving as his 'navigator' at the Honda Cup Challenge 2009 held at the NLEX straight. But because of my tight schedule and a series of events that I am brewing with, I turned down the invitation.
What rings to my ear is the term "pleasure driving" which is obviously an antithesis of what I am expecting in a motor cup. It mustn't be as easy as a walk in the park, or a drive to the diorama. Afterall, with our restrained need for speed and unrealized Formula One affinity, what comes to mind when talking about car challenge is the speed and prevailing the race. This isn't the case, he said.
Honda Cup Challenge is not about torque and horsepower. It is about fuel-efficiency, comfort, and overall driving convenience. Simply dubbed as a drive to go green, this competition is composed of several fleets of Honda cars driving to every drop.
Until I have driven one myself, I can attest that it does have a very economical and functional design philosophy.
While not really my type of car design(sorry I am not into ultra-compact cars), this is by far the most practical option if you want to save fuel costs while zipping through the squeaking space of Manila traffic. With the use of
If you look at it at the outside, some impressions ebb and flow like driving a space-arresting MiniCooper. But hell not. You'd be surprised it even has a spacious interior than an Altis. Usability is indeed the Jazz´s strongest Ace card by a mile - the interior solution is rather ingenious: The Jazz is actually more compact than an already compact sedan, an inch shorter than a Volkswagen Polo, but you you will be amazed until you're in the inside. The interior space is closely linked to the height of the car- the slightly more upright seating position enhances the space available in the cabin significantly.
The wide visibility allows one to have a full controle at maneuverability in swirling even small radius. Iconic design, sharp-handling, and sprightly and spacious interiors, this is a fusion of practicality and personality.
Among the rafts of features it boasts is not just the lofty road performance but the commendable flagship i-DSI technology(stands for intelligent Dual and Sequential Ignition) which is just a renamed and refined DOHC(dual over-head cam) that consisted of two spark plugs per engine. Armed with an iVTEC engine and an always dependable petrol guage, one can more or less estimate his fuel consumption via FCR(fuel consumptipn rate) monitor while on the road. Nice, edgy, and definitely state of the art even for those shoe-stringed-budget-driven individuals.
And like what I said, I have driven jeeps more than I can count drinking frap in Starbucks, so the engine noise has been a common audible commodity for me. But not this car. when I turned the radio on, I can even barely hear the engine running. Or maybe it is because of the fresh-from-the casa factor.
The verdict: For a car that is obviously aimed at mobile professionals and city-dwellers like me, it is one practical choice on almost all aspects.
Monday, November 9, 2009
But more than having flexibility of fingers on musical instruments, at the least I can sing. And I can sing adequately better than an average, musically inclined Filipino. Hahaha, call it "brimming a certain degree of fighting spirit." But not only that the people close to me know that I can, I also bagged fair share of modest Sing Along contests during my heydays. Yes, we call it "Sing Along" contest and not the pop-culturally-known singing contest known today. Most of my reportoire were ballads and standards, because those were where my vocal range astutely fits. And during college days, I was branded to be a master balladeer wanna-be who always brings Minus One Tape(there aren't any videoke or KTV sets back then yet) and refuses to relish songs upon the coax of my folks, but ultimately gave in, in the concealed pretenses of an already mastered and memorized song by saying "oh, sige, Side B, naka-rewind na yan ha".
Last Saturday, the G&S Party at Music 21 Timog had been streaming with surprises. I never though one friend named Vic can sing so good, dishing out songs from the renowned pop artist and premiere balladeer Martin Nievera. He rendered the song "How Can I" which is probably one of Ryan Cayabyab's musical virtuouso, but since I'm more into ballads than any music types, I am partial over Willy Cruz's compositions.
Sharon(shown in the photo below wearing red shirt with a balloon inside) has been irrefutably good at that craft. I used the term "irrefutable" because she can draw and lump the crowd together to stage her own concert, just as how she did it during her birthday at the Conway's Bar, Shangri-La Hotel, Makati. I knew it, I was there too. Running a blood of diva's, her sister Ynna won a certain songfest in HongKong.
Going back, I am categorizing(desparaging) shamelessly that piano is a limpid violation of mobility and I was so glad that Cathy not only possesses unparelleled level of confidence, hahaha(sorry dear) but also started to play guitar as well, and she does it for a good cause. For their local church chorale purposes, mainly.
I told Sharon that I refused to immerse myself with alcohol that night because I want to preserve my sense of hearing to discover raw talents behind technobabbles.
And yes I did.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Quite frankly, I am only able to drink the Dark Cherry Mocha during November and December. And yes, not only because I have diabates that I only tend to loose myself a bit when it comes to what is restricted and what is regimental(it is in these season that abundance is apparent in the horizon), but because I also want to race against time to grab a planner that I don't even use the entire year.
I know I am only partially paperless when it comes to keeping the personal information management intact. But when it comes to contacts, appointments, and task lists, I don't use any Filofax or planners. I don't even jot down meeting minutes on a piece of paper, but rather, highly rely on Notepad installed in my Windows based netbook that I carry almost everytime due to its mobile practicality.
Have you noticed how kids gets discernible excitement whenever Christmas frenzy is in the air, as they expect to be harboring with their coveted toys left and right from their godparents? Well, adults too get that same shivering feeling in the sheer luxury of completing Starbucks stamps. More like a heralding trophy of triumph after a long surge of urgency; the difference is that you can only have this out of your own pocket.
I asked one of the colleagues why such a behavior among us coffeeshop parasites, as if I am asking a professional opinion from a psychographic point of view. He said it isn't the planner but the thought that a large portion of the proceeds will go to the UNICEF.
Maybe I too have that same rectitude. And I have just been to Starbucks to get my Nth stamp.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The last time I had my Globe line was during 1999, when analog phones rule the world and when Nokia 5110 has its peak of notoriety, a barometer of celebrated stature.
Back then, I think Globe just started charging the SMS sending. So my entry into the mobile market is a bit late than most technology-assimilated folks.
What made me return back to Globe Pospaid are reinforced into two reasons:
1) Globe Super Surf is offered with a compelling discount so huge that I didn't have a chance to banter my rebuttals. Thank to my friend who works as a Business Development Officer of Globe(name witheld).
Though I already have a SmartBro since December of last year, having two broadband internet options is not only a necessary commodity but a convenient flexibility.
Plus, who would ever say No to the fact that Globe Visibility users will be capped 5GB per monty of usage. Although I am not a Peer-t-Peer freak in the form of download engines like BitTorrent, I am definely a Youtube Baby, and I succumb to most of the Youtube content especially Karen Carpenters music videos to lull me to sleep.
One classic example of flexibility is being able to juggle business proposal and blog entries while in a bar with some friends and clients. The picture on the left is taken at one of the bars within El Pueblo area in Ortigas.(Sorry, phone camera is a crap but was lucky enough to take this pic when the crowd is still absent to swarm the bar area).
2) My trip to India will possibly culminate anytime soon as I get all the portfolio of services, business blueprint, and feasibility proposals ready. Yes, I will be going to Bangalore for just a stint of around 3-4days and I badly need roaming services to keep me connected to my company here. This would purely be a business trip that I don't even have a chance to see the Taj Mahal.
I couldn't say much about India except for the fact that it is where most epicenters of technology-driven businesses converge.
I might just as well cross the bridge when I get there.