Applying eye make-up is one thing that I am learning to master for the past 4 months. Thank God for tutorial videos, I’ve learned the basics of what specific look that goes well at day or night.
Last night, I was passing by the booth that sells michael kors watches when I spotted this blue blouse and eventually bought it, since I have technically nothing formal to wear to tonight’s dinner party at EDSA Shangrila Plaza Hotel (my dresses were basically stashed somewhere in Cavite home). Then I dropped by Watson to buy a blue eye make-up, which I thought was a terrific match with my blue and black ensemble. And since I haven’t been crazy over eye colors and style, I find smokey eyes quite a big challenge.
Until I found this video that copies Lea Michele’s smokey eyes in some awards night.
This girl on video now looks like Megan Fox. Imagine how these colors can really transform you. So really, good luck to me later.
It’s Christmas. And I feel like Scrooge, already loathing the fact that I couldn’t just enjoy it. For a variety of reasons.
But, I do look forward to spending the holidays in the new home and checking on the prospect of going somewhere to spend some me time. Those dark circles under eyes are obvious signs that I need a well-deserved break. So I have prepared a to-do list in advance:
1. Spend a weekend in Tagaytay on Christmas break
2. Meet with my BFF’s
3. No work-related stuff for one week
4. List down my goals for 2011
5. Get a hair cut
I must admit that growing up to an English-speaking radio format in the 80′s and the 90′s made me a little discriminating in my choice of programs. It was not any wonder that until now I remain a Morning Rush fan, tune in to Dr. Love (Tom Alvarez – I remember interviewing this guy many years ago) and still remember Joe D’ Mango’s “Love Notes”. I didn’t expect to meet and befriend John Hendrix and other DJ’s in my lifetime. These people somehow set the standard for others to follow.
But things today have changed as listeners became more comfortable following jocks they can relate to. Another genre was born that changed the way we define radio. The local radio has lost its elitist touch and gave way to a number of Filipino-speaking DJ’s most people from the lower social strata follow.
My current lifestyle usually includes missing out episodes of my favorite soap opera, skipping early evening news and listening to radio stations most FX drivers listen to when traffic becomes unbearable. This was how I’ve learned about Papa Jack at a time when the traffic in C5 road was a mess that riding on a smelly van or an orlando car rental no longer made any difference.
Papa Jack (John Gemperle in real life) was the DJ who unselfish devoted his brains and time to figure out petty love problems of security guards, domestic helpers, students and workers in the middle of the night when people are snoring in their beds. That was indeed a tough but noble job, but he seemed to have created a niche with his own brand of humor, like playing “Doors” in the background while counselling distraught women. This guy was absolutely funny. And having quite a following made him attractive to the advertisers. He’s on TV quite recently.
