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FASHION AND BEAUTY REDEFINED (continuation)

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What makes a branded item expensive?   We know it. It’s the brand. The name. But, does a brand guarantee a good quality? Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. Photo credit: freepik  REALISTICALLY... Let’s be realistic. A lot of procedures are involved in creating a piece of branded clothing. The companies have to pay the workers, from the cutter to the pattern maker.  Not to be forgotten are the fees of the models who wear those clothes on the runway, or those models whose flawless-looking faces are magnified a thousand times on billboards, promoting the same branded items. And finally, with all the costs of production taken into account, the companies determine the price for each item.  The price then is shouldered by the consumers who are willing to pay a big amount of money for a piece of clothing that is either too plain-looking but branded, or fantastic-looking but impractical.   Photo credit: freepik BEAUTIFUL BUT AFFORDABLE AND PRACTICAL O

FASHION AND BEAUTY REDEFINED- AN INTRODUCTION

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What comes to many people’s minds when they read or hear the words “fashion blogger”? Probably, they imagine a woman with cosmopolitan good looks, a woman who seems to have gotten out directly from a page of a glossy magazine. Photo credit: freepik  Just like all other women in the world, I am beautiful in my own right. But as far as the standards of fashion modeling are concerned, I can't be a fashion model material. Therefore, this post is not about modeling.  It’s not about how to give tutorials on how to dress up.  MY OBSERVATIONS: * Most fashion blogs feature fashion clothes that are branded and cost an arm and a leg. * Most fashion shows feature our sisters, the women who, with all those long limbs striding gracefully in the runway, are likened to long-stemmed roses cultivated in greenhouses, or the tulips growing in well-maintained flower farms. * Most fashion designers come up with designs that are not practical for the "average&

The Night I Came to Terms With My Mother

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My mother turned 84 on September 12, 2020. That's her with her dog, in front of our humble abode. That's NOT her walking stick; that's her improvised rake. Hahaha  “I regret coming home.” I quipped due to the exhaustion of the 21-hour bus ride from Manila to my hometown. The then ongoing construction work of Dalton Pass made my travel time 21 hours, instead of the usual 15 hours.  My mother, who was sitting beside my bed, sighed. I was weak from dehydration, extreme hunger, fatigue, motion sickness, and lack of sleep. My stomach did not accept anything that I would eat or drink. After a few moments I heard my mother’s footsteps going away. I did not know how many minutes passed but when I opened my eyes again, I saw her beside me with a cup in her right hand. “Here, drink this. It will make you feel better.” There in the cup was a lump of rice roasted until it became like a piece of charcoal, soaked in drinking water. That was my mother’s simple yet e

The Magic of High Heels

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Photo credit: freepik  Photo credit: freepik Hello there, my sisters! Do you remember the time you wore high heels? How old were you at that time?  My fascination with high heels started when I was three years old. Nobody in the family owned a pair, and I learned about high heels only by looking at those long legged women in magazines modelling cars. Those days, there were no high heels for little girls. I badly wanted to know the “feel” of wearing high heels but I did not know how.  That Aha! moment came when I saw avocado seeds that my father intended to plant in his mini-orchard. I just needed two of them.  I inserted an avocado seed in each flip flop. You imagine it right---the insole of the flip-flops, the avocado seed, and the sole of my foot. With the avocado seeds making standing up inconvenient, I had to tiptoe to maintain balance. That was the effect I needed. Presto! I was walking in my improvised high heels! Do you think it is

BLEMISHES AND CONCEALERS ("Conceal, Don't Let Them Know...")

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Photo credit: freepik  This morning, after taking a shower, I noticed the small spots that have appeared on my face. I contemplated on them for a while. Some are black and small, and some are a little bigger and brown. Also, I noticed the fine wrinkles at the outer corner of my eyes, and they are visible when I laugh or smile. Not to be   unnoticed, of course, were the dark circles around my eyes. I sighed automatically but I did not even know why I did. I guess it was my body’s way of acknowledging that my once-smooth and blemish-free skin has become a thing of the past. I searched for the moisturizer and concealer in my bag and started applying a little makeup. While I was carefully covering the dots with my concealer, I acknowledged that at my age, it is normal to have blemishes. For so many years I have already been exposed to the harsh elements---pollution, too much sunlight, dust, and who knows what else. Also, I have had a lot of sleepless nights and stressfu

Kids DO Care

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Photo credit: freepik  A few days ago, I got sick. I was dizzy and I was having a terrible headache. My temperature was higher than usual. I had to go to work just the same because well… it’s my job. I regard each class as an appointment which I intend to keep come hell or high water. However,  I was not my usual jolly self and the students noticed it. I was bombarded with questions such as  “Teacher, are you okay?” “Teacher, are you sick?” “ Teacher, do you want to go home?” to which I politely answered, “Yes, I’m okay, don’t worry… “  No, I don’t want to go home, I can stay here. I just need to take a nap after each class, during our ten-minute break…” One very little boy in particular was so concerned. He would ask me from time to time if I was indeed okay or not. During our class, he cooperated as much as he could while secretly glancing at me, checking if I was indeed alive and breathing. Ha ha ha! I did not hear the  usual “Teacher, how many pages more before we

Ironies

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                                                                  Sometimes, it is difficult to understand life, as these following short stories show. In May 2018, a guy I had known for three years proposed marriage to me. I said yes half-heartedly. I was not that into him at that time. In June, we broke the engagement off. After a day, I realized I liked him and I wanted to spend forever with him. For one month, I did my best to win him back but all my efforts were futile. Oh…how I cried.  My Japanese friend stayed in the Philippines, albeit in a city 5 hours away from where I live. She really wanted to visit me down here but at that time, I was working from 7:30 a.m. to 11 p.m. I also worked on weekends. Now, I work only part time. I have much time in my hands. My Japanese friend can’t visit me, however. She went back to Japan a week ago. I started this blog in 2012. At that time, I was not so serious about blogging as I had many other things