Marami pa rin ang naniniwala sa pamahiin ng Pinoy.
Madalas. Kapag kasama mo ang mga matatanda(at mga batang may alam sa pamahiin) eh ang dami daming bawal. Bawal ganito bawal ganyan. Kadalasan ang dami dami ding orasyon. Grabe. Hindi mo na alam tuloy kung ano ba ang tama. So dito natin ilista ang mga pamahiing lagi nalang natin naririnig sa kanila.
- Bawal maggupit ng kuko sa gabi - Hindi ko alam kung bakit bawal pero madalas, naggugupit ako ng kuko sa gabi. Lol.
- Mga nunal. At kung anong epekto nila sa inyo - Pag daw malapit sa bibig, madaldal, pag naman malapit sa mata, malinaw mata, pag sa tenga, malakas pandinig, pag sa ilong, maganda pangamoy. Teka, hindi ko alam kung bakit nila naisip to. So kapag may nunal ako sa Siko e magaling na akong maniko? Haha.
- Bawal daw magwalis sa gabi, mamalasin. - Anong gagawin natin pag marumi ang bahay, papagpa bukas pa ba?
- Huwag daw matutulog nang basa ang buhok - Hindi ko alam kung anong meron pero naliligo ako bago matulog.
- Bawal upuan ang unan, magkakapigsa - Hindi pa ako nagkakapigsa sa pwet kaya hindi ko pa mapatunayan kung magkatotoo. :| Haha. Wala pa rin naman nakakapagsabi sa siyensya na totoo ito kaya ayun.
- Yung mga nahuhulog na kubyertos na kunektado sa bisita - Kapag daw kutsara, may darating na babae, at pag tinidor eh lalaki. So wait. Kapag nakalaglag ng kutsilyo eh? Bisexual?
- Huwag daw mangalumbaba pag kumakain - Hindi ko alam kung paano kang hindi mangangalumbaba kung wala kayong ulam parati.
- Bawal magsabi ng salitang “MASIKIP” pag gabi - Malas din daw, eh grabe kaya magkakatabi kayo sa kama e no. TAPOS ANG LIIT NG KAMA. Subukan mong hindi sabihin to ewan ko lang.
- Kapag nakalunok ka ng buto ng halaman, tutubo daw un sa tyan - Hindi ba nadidigest ung buto? Kaya pala si Dennis ng Ghost Fighter eh may rosas lagi sa buhok. Siguro nakalunok sya ng buto ng Roses. LOLWHUT(meron ba?)
- Wag daw maliligo after 3:00pm pag Good Friday - Gaaaah. Dugo na daw after. Soooo. Chance na ng mga bampira yun. Trololol.
- Wag ka daw hahakbang sa gitna ng nakahigang tao, hindi na daw tatangkad. - Kaya pala hindi ako tumangkad.
Kaya ayan. Nilista ko. Alam kong marami pa. Marahil eh matatalo na nito ang bagong volume ng Webster’s Dictionary. Pero hindi mo ba naisip. Kultura na ng pinoy ang mga pamahiin at kasabihan. Hindi ka man maniwala, eh patuloy paring naniniwala ang mga nakakatanda satin dahil nakagisnan na nila yun. Sana lang ay wag mawala ang mga pamahiin na ito. Dahil bukod sa nakakatuwa eh naipapasa pa natin ang mga bagay na naipamana satin sa mga anak natin, at sa susunod pang henerasyon.
Gentleman pa ba ang mga lalaking pinoy?
Hindi ko alam kung bakit marami na akong nakakausap na mga babaeng kakilala at kaklase na nagsasabi na hindi na lahat ng lalaki ay ganoon nang kagentleman. Totoo nga bang hindi na gentleman ang mga lalaking pinoy? Para sakin. Hindi.
Nakasakay ako sa LRT nung isang araw nang makita kong siksikan nanaman ang tren. lagi nalang kasing parang sardinas ang tren kapag dadating na ang rush-hour. Dahil ayoko sa siksikan eh pinauna ko na lahat ng mga nandun. Pero meron akong napansin na isang eksena. Merong nagmamadaling businessman na pasakay na ng LRT, well alam ko na hindi lahat ng naka corporate attire eh businessman pero iwan nalang natin na ganun ang sitwasyon. Yung tipong nakipagsiksikan talaga syang makapasok sa tren at alam mong may hinahabol na kung ano. Pero nung nakasakay na sya. Nakakita sya ng babaeng naiwan sa mga taong hindi nakasakay. At dahil nakabukas pa naman ang pinto ng LRT eh bumaba sya at sinabihan nya yung babae na sya nalang ang sumakay. Natawa naman ako dahil pag andar nung tren eh para syang batang nawawala na di mapakali at halatang gusto nang sumakay sa susunod na tren.
Hindi naman sa nagmamayabang ako, gusto ko lang talagang sabihin. Hehe. Pero sa twing may kasama akong babae. Kahit sino pa sila, eh lagi kong pinapauna sa pila, pinagbubuksan ng pinto at pinapaunang pumasok, Pinapaupo sa upuan, at iba pang mga gawaing ginagawa ng isang gentleman. Bukod sa nakasanay ko na ito at laging iniimpose sakin ng nanay ko to nung bata pa ako eh sa tingin ko eh mas magmumukha kang kaaya aya sa mga taong nasa kapaligiran mo kung ganito ka.
Alam kong hindi lahat ng lalaking pinoy eh hindi gentleman, at alam kong marami pa dyang ganun, kaya sana matutunan nating gawin itong pang araw araw. Hindi lang kasi pangdagdag pogipoints ung pagiging gentleman. Na ginagawa mo lang pag nasa harap ka ng iniibig mo, ginagawa mo yun dahil nirerespeto mo ang mga babae at kasama yun sa pagrespeto mo sa kanila.
As I’ve mentioned here, I had an out of town shoot for a certain TV show. Here’s what I wore for my guest appearance:
I was required to wear something from my tribal collection using indigenous fabric. Since I had no time to alter the dresses I made for Rexona to my size (see the collection here), I had to repeat the dress I wore to Preview’s Best Dressed Ball (see it here). And because you’ve already seen that and the skirt I’m wearing, I had to get extra creative so that there are less chances of you guys noticing. :) Fashion can be frugal you know.
If you look close enough, you can actually see the lapel mic attached on my back.
Bubbles necklaces (2) | Topshop belt
SM Accessories round green ring | H&M green ring | Eextreme Finds gold ring
Hype this look on Lookbook.nu here.
P.S. Today is the first day of voting for the Nuffnang Asia-Pacific Blog Awards wherein I’m a finalist for Best Fashion Blog. I’m the only finalist from the Philippines for this category. I hope you vote for me! :) Just keep checking this link. I’m sure it’ll be activated any time today. Thank youuuuuu!
Kwentong Bayan: An explanation
On Monday, our poster for Kwentong Bayan (the title of our 25th Annual PCN), went up on the walkway at the USU. I’ve never been so proud of being part of a campaign that gave me such a strong sense of my Filipino culture. This is a little explanation on how I found it, and how I wanted it to share it with everyone who would see it.
Warning: there may be spoilers.
These are pictures taken by my dear friend, Karla Vizcara. It probably during her passion-driven trips around the country and even in the Metro, to visit and rediscover tiny bits of our culture that has been left little appreciation. She came across this building somewhere near the Jones Bridge in the Quiapo district of Manila. It is no ordinary structure. The intricate carvings of the balusters and the designs of stuff within it are somehow worth preserving.
However, sources say that a whole floor, that shown above, is to be rented out as a storage room for a Bargain store in Divisoria (that is probably owned by Chinese merchants from Chinatown), the most comprehensive flea market around these parts. While according to her, it could be perfect for an art studio or gallery. Though I have to admit that it would be quite a bloody ordeal to make the people responsible to give away to our starving artists a place for which there is greater revenue given another purpose. Thinking, things like these can be petitioned and fought for, I hope.
Looking Like One And Being One
What do you wear? What colour you always have? Accessories or not? What are those shoes? How do I fare compared to him/her? How do you walk? Sit down? Write? What’s your speaking language? Analytic or thinking language? How do you carry your stuff? Who? What books do you read? Do you even read? These are some of the things we think about when we’re outside our own. Let me ask you one important thing.
Who are you?
We’d probably know much of these questions, except for the last one. You’d see much trying to get into the fad of things, rather than answer the last question I just asked.
Look around you there are people who (dare I say it?) imitate just for the sake of fad. Yes, we all had that moment of weakness, wherein we buy into those apparel, accessories, appliance, gadgets, and other objects just because we thought of it as essential to our social status. Yes it might be, but not essential. Buying stuff that we don’t really understand what it means, does, or represents.
For example, the Coffee and Tea Drink Fad or Craze or Trend or whatever you might call it, they don’t really sell coffee or tea but they “Serve” their coffee and/or tea differently. If coffee or tea was really expensive, rare, or unique then even if without their luxurious spaces they would still be charging everyone the same expensive price. How about those people who call themselves the “Gangsta” or in their slang, “Gangzterz”; I have to admit those guys made an effort, but for the love of humanity PLEASE learn how to do it! Cap on the head, not oversized cap engulfing your head; and Large shirt, not a shirt that eats you up, wherein the sleeves of your “shirt” starts on your elbow and the actual shirt ends on your knees. There are a lot of these fads that our locals attempt to imitate but drastically fail into.
There’s also one matter I must and insist on pointing out. Please stop trying to look rich, because there’s no such thing as a “rich look”. Here I put side by side the “trying-hard” to the actual elite. To wear branded clothes, combine trending colours and styles, and use their electronic gadgets; all of which both would use daily, but the actual elite would NOT flaunt theirs. Simply put that, on a normal day, the trying-hard would consciously wear his/her best(with in mind, the questions previously stated or more) and flaunt it to the world, while the actual elite just pulled out anything from his/her closet and drawers, and went out. Still, a few could differentiate on who’s who.
I say let us all move on from that ideology and find ourselves. Try out everything and learn from them, this way you keep yourself open to better things, rather than not knowing why you’re doing or subscribing to such a fad or trend that doesn’t really suit your personality and especially your lifestyle. Don’t look for the objects, look for your style. Your style of clothes, fabric, gadget, coffee, lifestyle, way of walking or talking, accent, or anything! Find your preference! Or lose who you are and be some pathetic hybrid clone of ideologies you don’t even understand…
Last but definitely not the least; stop combining your hipster, jeje, and gangsta outfits with pathetic oversized flipflops! [Not to mention that you really don’t know what the meaning of an actual pedicure would be. I know my feet aren’t that pretty, but at least I know mine are clean.]