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Your result for Are You Sexy, Gorgeous, or Glamorous? by LaPip ...
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/are-you-sex
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
67% Sexy, 57% Gorgeous and 74% Glamorous!
Honestly, Fergie didn't know what she was spelling when she came up with that song. It's catchy, but it doesn't even begin to cover you. You're more than the two other adjectives in this test put together, although some people tend to think that you're all about shoes.
Hardly! Being glamorous means being exciting and desirable in more than just a physical sense. People want you for more than just your body, your pretty face, or your clothes. Wherever you go people worship your fashion sense, your wit, your behavior, and practically everything else about you. You're not perfect--not at all, darling!--but you make people want even the ugly things about you (e.g. your love for fur and alcohol--or some other quality that would be unappealing on somebody else).
sources:
http://beauty.about.com/od/makeuptrickst
http://www.divavillage.com/article_archi
http://www.realsimple.com/realsimple/gal
I heard my parents arguing (on other days they quarrel) again the other day and I found myself praying for their marriage to be stronger and thanking the Good Lord for granting me my father's investor mindset.
Woah-woah-woah-wait! I have a request for A_lou Bernardo: If you could send me the link of that nail article/blog by a certain model/cosplayer, that would be great. Thank you (I want to see measure myself up, you see).
So to cheer myself up, I thought I'd make such a list:
Let's start with the basic lipgloss (I miss you Becky Winters!) and lipstick which is actually a combination:
Go for moisturising lipstick.
Oh, wait.
Let's be honest and do the layer. Wow, I feel like Abraham Maslow here! rotfl
Petroleum Jelly SAVE.
- Well, I use Lander because that's what we found in the grocer's. Jelly is jelly.
PJelly has two functions for me:
Exfoliation and Lipstick remover.
At the end of the day, smudge out your painted kissers with these.
Lipstick stain, adulterer? (No, sorry, I couldn't resist! I'm Catholic!) Here's hope in a jar. (Pun intended for Philosophy)
Balm / Moisturising lipstick FIND YOUR PRODUCT. Don't be ashamed to test-drive.
-My all time favourite is The Body Shop's Peppermint Balm. I used it first as a de-stressor and as my main tool in my anti-chapped lips campaign and I fell in love with it. The quality is consistent to the very last molecule.
Moisturising lipsticks on the other hand rarely come in opaque-enough colours. You can let this baby fly solo for when you want your make-up light.
Lipstick SPEND. There are some good lip palettes you should try out there!
-Oh my goodness, where do I start?
Are we looking for something creamy? Opaque?
And, colour, oh, the bloody colours!
I suppose (Oh. Wow. A_lou, there's quite a bit of me that's screaming, "I WANNA BE A BEAUTY EDITOR!") an independent article should be allotted for this.
Gloss SAVE.
With the exception of Max Factor's Cinnamon Kiss, I'd have to say, you really need not shell out so much if you're basically after the shine. Gloss is gloss is gloss. Leslie Ngo gifted me with Nu Skin and it is heavenly!
Save on:
Facial Cleanser - it stays on my face for, what, two seconds, five if I'm feeling diligent? Besides, I use a toner and I still pick up grit and dirt and a bit of tar. I use the same facial cleanser as my Dad's: Betadine Anti-septic, the blue one. When he said it keeps the blackheads at bay, I was sold! I've used it since early 2000. We always have stock of it at home. Thanks again, Dad!
Day creams - I'm not even religious about this product. But Kyle and I love Pond's white beauty. Mind you, I'm using this NOT to become whiter, I'm ridding myself of dark spots. Believe me, it's far too expensive to change complexions! I have invested so well in my warm nudes and just-ride-reds and I've found my match in terms of coverage. I feel beautiful and rich in my own complexion and that's saying something because my mother made sure I felt ugly growing up after staying too long under the sun. I love the beach! I live in the Philippines! Can you blame me!?
Kyle got me started on the Pond's thing last year. We both use the mattifying one, which comes in a tube. (I break out when I use the one from the bottle, which is for dry skin.) Kyle and I are both blessed with oily skin and her complexion is a testimony to the product's efficacy. Also, you're after the sun protection factor - my day cream has UV protect. Thanks again, Kyle!
Shampoo - I really should just use dime-size portions, twice a week. No wonder my hair is damaged! I like coconut-based shampoo. Not necessarily a fetish.
Splurge on:
Foundation/Concealer - I have to say Sue Duvett and MAC (mais, bien sur!) are two brands I really love.
The former really disappears into your skin. There are afternoons wherein you will just look in the mirror and go, "Seriously, is that my face? Is that what people see?" It's seaweed-based so it feels like you're putting velvet water unto your face which your skin just drinks up!
And, MAC, oh, the ones that come in those tiny tubes! They are just perfect! Not only do they last me the day but they also can stand their ground when I blot out my natural oils, even my nose! Just right for a true MACer.
And if I were to choose one, I'd have to go, of course, with MAC. It's way cheaper than Sue Duvett and the packaging is just adorable. (Remind me to write that "Gwen's make-up kit challenge article")
And if you're a first-timer or someone who doesn't like wearing make-up but has found themselves in circumstances wherein you have to have to have to have your own, please, do the right thing, which is the wise thing: have a make-up consultant match you up for your shade, your skin type (oily, dry, combination, acidic, sensitive), your age (ahem-ahem), your needs (what kind of coverage do you need?). Trial and error is expensive. People, really, there are just some of you who come up to me with their boo-hoo story and I do my best to sympathize with you but I honestly want to kick you in the face. What do we need to do with you to convince you that you and your beauty are worthy investments?!*
Anti-aging - I am not ashamed to fight those seven signs! I am not waiting! [Yes, Maia, you may laugh.]
Eye cream - see previous item. [I feel terrible, suddenly. Dad has just asked me to sleep already. I feel like a hypocrit.]
Eye make-up - I trust palettes, so if and when you're sure of the shades and combination for your day- to-night wear, go for a really good brand. Here's a favourite explanation: ( from http://www.realsimple.com/realsimple/gal
Erm...<side-rant>
Right. You know when there are just some people who can't relate to your passions because they're sour-graping vulpes or ignorant dogs? It's like waltzing into a bookstore and the jerks just go, "Ah-hahahah. I can't relate." Jesus Christ, save me from my temper! It's like going to a Neil Gaiman reading and the person just yawns while Neil talks, and, when Neil is applauded, you turn to that jerk, whom you thought is your friend, and whoop at them, "Wasn't he brilliant!"
And they're just all, "Eh." with the half-hearted shrug.
Such party poopers!
Clearly, they have no appreciation of one of the world's most powerful industries! So stay dim! Stay in the dark! There are just some people who have heads that belong there!
Wow. I'm just writing this in my head and my throat hurts as if I've swallowed thunder.
*Lord, I want to hurt them until they foam at the mouth like crabs. Forgive me. Okay. I'm surrendering my anger to you. Now! </side-rant> [LJ, please don't bitch about the slash] [edit: Which, didn't. Thank you!]
Also, during my first two years of make-up independence, I had to throw out more than half of the things I own. Wastrel! That's something I must teach my friends and my sisters. Gosh, I suddenly miss Leslie Ngo. She always stood by my side when I went shopping, especially cosmetics shopping! She even insisted more than once I should model for make-up brands! Now that's something I'd love to do for MAC! Or Shisheido!
Blush - So what constitutes a good blush for me?
-The colour is consistent on you all through out the day (I've acidic skin, so I'm really mindful of this). Also, you'll want the colour of the blush in the compact itself to be consistent.
-It doesn't cake nor crumble, and,
-Above all else, just makes me glow by default. I look myself in the mirror and find it difficult to explain why my whole face is glowing.
I love Rice Powder! And for a time, as I don't know if they still make them, Revlon had this blush that was packaged with a clear plastic cover; it had it's own brush and it had this button, which you press to pop out the mirror! That was one of my favourite toys ever!
These days, I'm using Cover Girl and a bunch of other stuff my Tante Nancy gifted me.
Mascara - Okay. I want to be honest here. A tube of mascara is like one of Gyn's paramours. After your fourth month of togetherness, junk the product. But I'd like to make a recommendation:
Max Factor's mascara, the one that comes in gold tubes, I really like those. Don't throw the brush away. Always keep it clean. When you've used up the tube, switch to a good eye liner gel.
Face Powder - Oh my Lord, you don't just spend! YOU Invest! Your face powder isn't just something that goes on your face. The compact is one of the symbols of the femme. That's your face in powder form, and, in a way, that is a part of you. I've used MAC s t u d i o f i x since 2005 (I'm an NC40, for future references). It stays put and plays nicely with my acidic skin. I mean, can you say, "Camera ready"?
I know I concentrated hugely on skin product, mostly, make-up - I didn't even get to the cleansing bit much. (Hey, what toner are you using?)
But I am already back to my chipper self and the smell of the perming potion is beginning to wear off. My head smells mostly of The Body Shop's brazil nut hair moisture mask. My brother Kevin said it smells of a local delicacy, bico.
Maybe I should give the beauty industry a shot.
I am so doing an ocular and I believe I'll do it with my friends.
Oh my goodness. I might hook up with a worthy metrosexual!
Wear your sporty shoes when you go to the mall with me, when shopping with me, especially for cosmetics. And books!
Kyle, bring thy camera! And for you, my dear, we are going to find you your hair product matches. I want you to INVEST. Not just spend. Be Beautifully Rich.
Once you get permed, you never go back!
And someone commented, "Gosh, and there are so many people who go for the rebonding treatment."
Mhm.
While, I...
Dad is right...oh, the mystery of vanity.
My hair still smells of the perming potion.
I can't wait to see my stylist-shaper!
The aswang is sort of like the werewolf here, a rather versatile shape-shifter, and is, in general, a ghoul. The root of all this is actually a little bird that resides in the aswang's belly, and from what I've deduced, is the one triggering the transformations and hunger pangs.
I looked up what a ghoul is in answers.com and I delight in the search result:
ghoul
n.
- One who delights in the revolting, morbid, or loathsome. (I know a few people who are like that.)
- A grave robber.
- An evil spirit or demon in Muslim folklore believed to plunder graves and feed on corpses.
[Arabic ġūl, from ġāla, to seize, snatch.]
I also learned from people from the Samar and Leyte regions of the Philippines (just so we're clear, as both of my parents are from Cebu, specifically) that there's a subcategory of the Aswang common in their area. It's called a Sig-bin. They describe it to be a typical animal usually in the form of a pig or a dog, completely unremarkable except for the size. It's bigger than what you'd expect it to be.Possibly as big as some humanoid hunched or on all fours. But I'd have to see it for myself.
There's also this other subcategory called the Tik-tik. It is said that they prefer to feed on human fetus. They strategically place themselves on the rooftops of nipa huts which have layered banana leaves for roofing. When it is time, they take out their thin as thread tongue and push their way through the roofing with it. The unsuspecting mother to be wakes up miscarried, and, otherwise fine.
Gyn and I have a soft spot for the Tik-tik, which, is different from the Kikik.
It is believed that the former is an independent entity while the Kikik is the pet of the Aswang (the most humanoid kind of Aswang, I suppose). When Kikik expire, only half of their body become infested with maggots. Do not ask me to explain what half, for I have yet to see it.
Kukuk ( notice the pattern, Jun-jun?), they say, are a little bit bigger than chickens. No, they're a lot bigger than chickens. And when they see a coffin's processional to its interment, they'd cross the road as if casing the joint, waiting for their moment.
I think it's the Wak-wak a good friend was told about and that their mother used to tell them to sleep on their sides so the Wak-wak can't get to their livers.
The oldest thing I know about the Aswang (I honestly have this blurred hierarchy of their kind in my head) is how to become one:
An aswang chooses a human being and when the aswang is about to expire, a chick, as dark as the sunless sky, crawls out from the aswangs belly, hops out of its mouth and makes a new home in the chosen dude.
I really would love to go on a Filipino horror media marathon, especially the ones from the 90's. And, I hope to have a compilatio of Noli de Castro's Halloween Special in his Magandang Gabi Bayan television shows.
Man, I love being Filipino.
I actually found two local articles on the matter and have pasted them here:
histrionic-g.livejournal.com/491818.html
Click?
I tell a lot of my friends that I like the person but I hadn't had the balls to tell a person I like how I feel about them to their face.
Not even to Lee.
Wow!
Who remembers Lee?
Rotfl!!!
Artist: Vienna Teng
Album: Waking Hour
Title: Between
we are not together here
though we lie entwined
to make room for the other presence
we both draw back in our minds
I have a prophecy
threatening to spill into words
this growing certainty
of over
there once was a time I was sure of the bond
when my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough
we are the same but our lives move along
and the third one between replaces what once was love
freedom is being alone
I fear liberation
but something more alive than silence
swallows conversation
no pleasing drama
in subtle averted eyes
the swelling fermata
as the chord dies
there's no denying we feel the third one
we do
I'm tired of hiding and so are you
In Beijing, a family torn asunder
An undated family photo released by Bachman’s Inc., a Minneapolis company, CEO Todd Bachman, right, is shown with his wife Barbara, left, and daughter, former Olympian Elisabeth, center. http://sports.yahoo.com/olympics/news?sl
Why?
The question remains unanswered in part because details of the attack remain scarce. But a portrait of the victims that has emerged after a series of interviews helps explain why a deep, personal grief has swept across pockets of the United States and rocked the tight-knit world of volleyball.
“It’s like losing part of your family,” said Nancy Metcalf, a member of the 2004 U.S. women’s volleyball team.
Their names are Todd and Barbara Bachman. Their daughter Elisabeth played for the 2004 U.S. Olympic team, and their son-in-law, Hugh McCutcheon, is the head coach of the U.S. men’s volleyball team. Their story begins when UCLA’s volleyball coaches arrived in 1995 at the Bachman home in suburban Minneapolis hoping to sign Elisabeth, then one the nation’s most coveted recruits.
The front door swung open, and so did the Bachmans’ arms. They greeted UCLA’s coaches with an embrace and took them on a tour of a home lined with family photos.
“They immediately made you feel so at ease, as it if was your home too,” said Andy Banachowski, UCLA’s head coach.
Recalled UCLA assistant coach Kim Jagd, “We were selling the Bachmans on UCLA, but they truly wanted to get to know us.”
The Bruins landed their prized recruit, and the folks in Minnesota could have told the coaches what they were getting. Elisabeth started playing volleyball as a seventh-grader and her parents turned the house into a gathering spot for the teams and chaperoned them on trips.
The Bruins weren’t getting just a star player; they were getting an entire family.
Elisabeth Bachman plays for the UCLA Bruins at Pauley Pavilion in October, 1998. Todd and Barbara Bachman showed up to UCLA’s games – virtually every one, home and away – and entrusted their large-scale Minneapolis-based floral business to other family members. At the volleyball team’s potluck dinners, they brought a special homemade confection.
“Bachman bars,” the Bruins called them, and they became as much a fixture of the program as the couple from Minneapolis.
“You knew 30, 40 minutes before the game they would be there, smiling and cheering,” said Michelle Quon, one of Elisabeth’s former teammates at UCLA.
Their disposition manifested itself when their daughter, who goes by the nickname “Wiz,” took the court.
UCLA’s coaches watched with amusement as Elisabeth soared above the net time and again, driving spikes at her opponents.
“The first thing she would do is apologize to the player for hitting somebody,” Banachowski said. “And it wasn’t sarcastic. It was a genuine remark, a reflection of Wiz’s parents.”
During every visit to the campus, they greeted the coaches and players with hugs and a fresh batch of those homemade treats. When Elisabeth graduated from UCLA in 2000, the family handed out the recipe, and the Bachman bars spread.
Elisabeth made the U.S. national team. She was part of a squad that ascended to No. 1 in the world and arrived at the 2004 games expected to win the gold. Instead, they won only three of six matches. But even after defeats, there were two grinning fans waiting for them.
“Go get ‘em next time, girls,” the Bachmans would say.
Around the holidays, the family’s countless fans received Christmas cards bearing a picture of Todd and Barbara squeezed around their daughter during the Opening Ceremony, expectations and medals be damned.
The Drum Tower was the site of the stabbing of Todd Bachman and his wife, Barbara, before the attacker committed suicide by jumping off the structure. “They had just as much fun watching Wiz play volleyball as Wiz had playing volleyball,” said Amy Hughes, who handled publicity for the UCLA teams on which Elisabeth starred.
Six years after Elisabeth graduated from UCLA, the Bruins arrived in Minneapolis for two games and Todd and Barb Bachman were in the crowd and cheering as if their daughter were still on the team. Her career ended when she retired shortly before marrying McCutcheon in 2007, and the Bachmans adopted his team as if were part of their family.
A week ago Elisabeth spoke to Metcalf, who has known the Bachmans since she first played with Elisabeth in 1999 on a U.S. national junior team. During the conversation, Elisabeth mentioned she was particularly excited about going to Beijing to watch her husband’s team compete because her parents would be joining her.
Their two other daughters live on either side of the Bachmans’ house, while volleyball has taken McCutcheon and Elisabeth to Southern California.
“She was so happy that her parents were going to be there and she was going to get to spend some time with them,” Metcalf said.
So on Friday they traveled together to the Drum Tower, a popular tourist attraction in Beijing. Then came the knife-wielding man, the unprovoked attack and as soon as officials announced that Todd Bachman, 62, was dead and his wife, Barbara, had undergone surgery and was in critical care, the frantic calls and questions began.
Of all people, why the Bachmans?
Hughes, who grew close to the family at UCLA, wrestled with her emotions. Like others, she found herself thinking of the bitter tragedy and sweet memories.
“I want to stop everything right now and find the recipe for the Bachman bars,” she said.
- Tuesday, July 8, 2008
http://ph.news.yahoo.com/afp/20080708/te
SANTIAGO (AFP) - - A series of unpublished poems by Chile's late Pablo Neruda, winner of the 1971 Nobel prize for literature, are shedding light on his last romance with his wife's niece more than 40 years his junior, a collector said.
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The 14 poems were found in a book titled "Black Island Album," named after the house in central Chile which Neruda, his third and last wife Matilde Urrutia and her niece Alicia Urrutia shared, according to Nurieldin Hermosilla.
The lawyer and Neruda collector said he bought the book recently from a book dealer, who in turn had acquired it from an anonymous seller.
The poems are handwritten in Neruda's traditional green ink and are "a direct and definitive confirmation from the poet's own pen of his love for Alicia," Hermosilla said.
He said Alicia Urrutia decided to go public with the poems after years of keeping silent about her affair.
"I think she decided to confirm her love with Neruda and put this book on sale to lend herself some legitimacy and put an end to the myth" and speculation, the lawyer said.
Neruda, who died at 69 in 1973, just 12 days after dictator Augusto Pinochet's coup, is famous for his love poems as well as his "Canto General" -- an epic poem about South America's history and its people.
But he also was a senior member of the Chilean central committee of the Communist Party and his work was banned during Pinochet's 1973-1990 military dictatorship.
At different periods of his life, Neruda was a political exile, a senator, an ambassador and in 1970 a presidential candidate for the Communist Party.
Neruda's real name was Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto. His pen name was inspired by Czech writer Jan Neruda.
115-year-old Woman's Brain in Tip-Top Shape
LiveScience.com Mon Jun 9, 11:46 AM ET
A Dutch woman who reached 115 years of age and remained mentally sharp throughout life also had a healthy brain when she died, a new study finds.
The woman's brain showed almost no evidence of Alzheimer's disease. The finding suggests Alzheimer's disease and other forms of dementia are not inevitable, as had been suspected.
"Our observations suggest that, in contrast to general belief, the limits of human cognitive function may extend far beyond the range that is currently enjoyed by most individuals," said lead researcher Gert Holstege, a neuroscientist at the University Medical Center Groningen, in The Netherlands.
The results are detailed in the August issue of the journal Neurobiology of Aging.
At age 82, the Dutch woman made arrangements to donate her body to science after death. She contacted Holstege when she reached age 111, worried that her body was too old to be useful for research or teaching purposes. The neuroscientists reassured her that, contrary to her belief, they were particularly interested due to her age.
"She was very enthusiastic about her being important for science," Holstege and his colleagues write in the journal article.
Neurological and psychological examinations were performed when the centenarian was 112 and 113 years old. The results were essentially normal, with no signs of dementia or problems with memory or attention. Her mental performance was above average for adults aged 60 to 75.
When the woman died at age 115, her body was donated to science. Holstege's team found no signs of narrowing of the arteries, called atherosclerosis, and very few brain abnormalities. In fact, the number of brain cells was similar to that expected in healthy people between 60 and 80 years old.
The woman's brain showed little or no evidence of Alzheimer's disease. The neuroscientists found almost no deposits of so-called beta-amyloid, which are characteristic in Alzheimer's brains. The other abnormalities present, including "neurofibrillary tangles," were very mild, and would not have caused significant mental impairment.
Currently, there are more than 80,000 Americans 100 years of age or older, according to the U.S. Census Bureau. That number is expected to rise to more than 580,000 centenarians by 2040.
A recent study of a man who lived to age 114 found a combination of genes and lifestyle play a role in longevity, though the long-life recipe is far from clear.
As the number of people living to age 100 and beyond continues to increase, the researchers say, deterioration of the brain is not inevitable.
I have no idea what this is but thank you, A_lou.
EDIT:
HOH MAI GOOOOODNESS! OKAERI!!!
A_LOU! Uta wo arigatou to ai wo arigatou!
Here's the same song but A_lou's link's video and audio quality is much better than this. Still, I'm going to learn this!!!
I only realised this back in 2003: When I'm down in the dumps, I sing. I mean, that horrible belting out. I went through a Mariah Carey phase.
o-o
*cringes*
And then a lot more recently, I was so very much into Idina Menzel.
I found out around November 2006, that a zone-out song for me is the Alto2 of Ryan Cayabyab's SSAA for 'Paraiso'...
I miss singing in a four-voice choir. Actually, I revel in rehearsals. Performances are always short-lived but when I rehearse, that's when I feel alive, when I learn and master pieces.
I miss my MACfamily and MommyB.
PE-EACH!
Seiji and Gyn, in equal parts...
Here you come again - originally by Dolly Parton
though I like Carly Smithson's shortened version because of the lyrics:
Here you come again
Just when I'm about to make it work without you
You look into my eyes
And lie those pretty lies
And pretty soon
I'm wond'rin'
How I came to doubt you
All you gotta do
Is smile that smile
And there go all my defenses
Just leave it up to you
And in a little while
You're messin' up my mind
An' fillin' up my senses
Here you come again
Lookin' better than a body
Has a right to
An' shakin' me up so
That all I really know
Is here you come again
An' here I go
***
Here you come again
Just when I'm about to make it work without you
You waltz right in the door
Just like you done before
And wrap my heart 'round your little finger
Here you come again
Just when I'm about to make it work without you
You look into my eyes
And light those dreamy eyes
And pretty soon I'm wonderin'
How I came to doubt you
All you gotta do
Is smile that smile
And there go all my defenses
Just leave it up to you
And in a little while
You're messin' up my mind
An' fillin' up my senses
Here you come again
Lookin' better than a body
Has a right to
An' shakin' me up so
That all I really know
Is here you come again
An' here I go
All you gotta do
Is smile that smile
And there go all my defenses
Just leave it up to you
And in a little while
You're messin' up my mind
An' fillin' up my senses
Here you come again
Lookin' better than a body
Has a right to
An' shakin' me up so
That all I really know
Is here you come again
An' here I go
Here I go
An' here I go
An' here I go
Here you come again
An' here I go
Here I go
An' here I go
