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Finally, sheâ€™s home Fashion maven Clint Holton P. Potestas takes a break from fashion and delves into the life of a woman whoâ€™s come home to stay.
Sun.Star Weekend | September 4, 2010 CHERRY ANN LIM Managing Editor, Special Pages and Features JIGS ARQUIZA Editor CLINT HOLTON P. POTESTAS Writer
I am very meticulous with the materials used in building the units because that’s the very foundation of the structure
Finally, she’s home
he never wanted to come home to Cebu,” whispered real estate executive Mariquita Salimbangon-Yeung, glancing at her back to make sure her daughter, who was priming up for the shoot at their residence, could overhear the conversation. She leaned closer and continued, “She asked me once, ‘why would I live there?’” If there’s one thing that Mariquita is most proud of, it is the change she has seen in her daughter, Carla, 31, who at first was reluctant when her parents suggested that she be relocated to Cebu from London to manage the familyowned real estate establishment. “She takes a few trips abroad, but she always comes back. Generally speaking, she does not want to leave Cebu anymore.” Mariquita attributed it to her daughter being enrolled at a boarding school in London where she fended for herself. For almost three years now, Cebu is where Carla has placed her JUN VELEZ Art Director | RALPH RHODDEN C. CAVERO Graphic Designer
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feature heart in—a city where she considers home, family, and fortress. “I love Cebu,” beamed Carla. “I like the idea that the beach is so close to the city.” “Speak in Cebuano,” Mariquita cut through the conversation, “maka-sabot man siya.” Educated in Hong Kong and London, she takes the post as the real estate developer of MSY Holdings Corporation, a business that started out as a charitable institution for children with cleft palates founded by her mother. Now, it is one of Cebu’s premiere housing companies. Located in Mactan, Bayswater has been
known to provide luxurious living at a very reasonable rate, complete with amenities, such as a mini-mall, and round-the-clock security. Planning the entire project that includes 800 units, she considered the general market: teenager, the mobile professionals, and the retirees who are looking for the appropriate venue for family bonding and community interaction. Fascinated with the abundance of trees in the city, Carla has thought of the tree-lined access roads and landscaped spaces, and an all-weather covered basketball court. She has also put much regard to drainage and sewerage system of the subdivision. An eye for detail is the secret. From choosing the location up to marketing the properties to the consumer, Carla has her hands on them. While this does not mean micro-management, she still believes in upholding quality living for the Cebuanos. “I am very meticulous with the materials used in building the units because that’s the very foundation of the structure,” she said. “The Cebuanos deserve that.” Carla is finally home, and a true-blue Cebuano at that. But nothing could be more “Bisaya authentic” than skipping a strict no-carbohydrate diet for a plateful of lechon, taking a crisp bite of the roasted skin by hand.
It was crueler back in the 80s – that a single slip meant burning one’s hands. History shows that in 1800, Jerry Thomas introduced the cocktail drink called Blue Blazer, a mixture of boiling water and flaming bourbon whisky served at room temperature of 50 degrees Fahrenheit. Entertainment-wise, it’s quite fancy: the practice of bartenders entertaining guests, clientele or audiences with the manipulation of bar tools (say, cocktail shakers) and liquor bottles in catchy, dazzling ways. But whichever side you’re more interested in – the witnessing of liquid aflame in mid-air or the juggling of bottles without hitting the floor – it started the trend of flair bartending. Or simply call it “flair tending.” It’s one of the many culinary aspects that most Filipinos excel in worldwide. To prove that, 13 Hotel and Restaurant Management students gathered for the T.G.I Friday’s Flair Tending Competition at the Ayala Activity Center last Aug. 30, Monday. And coincidentally, it’s the same restaurant that started the competition in 1985 in Marina del Rey, California. The contest, minus the fiery acts, featured unforgettable performances, like the graceful
hand maneuvers of Tracy Marie Mabal from University of Cebu-Main (UC) while mixing gin and orange and mango juices. She finished it in five minutes, perfectly within the allotted time, and without a doubt, took home the top prize award. From the University of San Carlos, Ron calls his drink “Sweet and Purple,” which is generally mixed with pineapple juice. He completed it in five minutes and 46 seconds. Kristian John Lim of UC-Lapu-Lapu-Mandaue campus opted for vodka, and understandably, the name said it all, “Vodka-Guyabano Crush.” Kristian emerged as the first runner-up in the contest. Southwestern University’s Francis Angelo Nolasco jived with the Spice Girls’ Stop playing in the background as he juggled the bottles containing white rum that made up his “Pink Lemon” concoction. He went home with the second runner-up victory. “It’s a very artistic way of mixing drinks. Grace is a factor, but more importantly, it’s the charm – how you present it to your audience, and how entertaining you can be,” explained Roy De Dios, manager of T.G.I Friday’s Cebu outlet. (Clint Holton P. Potestas)
DOING IT WITH FLAIR: (Top) The three winners of TGI Friday’s Flair 2010 flairtending contest CHAMPION: (Left) Philippine grand champion Ram Ong wowing the crowd at the Ayala Center Cebu’s Activity Center.
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Certainly, “Machete” is the best featurelength extension of a fake movie trailer in Hollywood history. Fans who saw the trailer in Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino’s 2007 “Grindhouse” double-feature continually asked Rodriguez to turn the make-believe ad featuring Danny Trejo into a real blood-and-guts vengeance flick. Rodriguez has complied, maintaining a fair amount of the wicked humor and every bit of the savage bloodshed the trailer promised. Viewers get precisely what they’re paying for: beheadings, skewerings and kill shots to the head by the dozen, with other means of dispatch – death by corkscrew, high heels, crucifixion – tossed in for variety. They also get a crazy range of supporting players – Robert De Niro, Jessica Alba, Steven Seagal, Don Johnson, Lindsay Lohan – all having a ball committing atrocities. Rodriguez is like a kid in a candy store – a pretty twisted kid in a very sick and disturbing candy store – but fans of his R-rated stuff, including “From Dusk Till Down” and the “El Mariachi” movies, already knew that and are on board. They’ll most definitely be on board with “Machete,” which gives ex-prison inmate Trejo his first lead role in a long career of mostly smallish parts as taciturn tough guys who choose their words carefully. Trejo’s Machete doesn’t talk much, either, but he’s a commandingly fun presence, a former Mexican federal cop working as a day laborer in Texas after being left for dead by drug kingpin Torrez (Seagal), who also killed his family. Trouble follows Machete, who goes on the run after he’s hired as the fall guy in an assassination attempt on a radically conservative anti-immigration state senator (De Niro). “Machete” has the same made-on-the-cheap, outlandishly violent ‘70s vibe as “Grindhouse,” down to
the funky music provided by Rodriguez’s band Chingon (besides co-directing with Ethan Maniquis, Rodriguez also is a producer, co-writer and editor on the movie). To clear his name and take sweet revenge, Machete
goes on a rampage that puts him up against Seagal’s Torrez, De Niro’s senator, a slimy political kingmaker (Jeff Fahey), a ruthless border vigilante (Johnson) and scores of lesser thugs. Allies rally to Machete’s side — a rightminded immigration agent (Alba), a taco vendor who moonlights as a revolutionary (Michelle Rodriguez), and Machete’s priestly brother (Cheech Marin). De Niro’s a hoot, with a Southern drawl reminiscent of his accent in “Cape Fear” as he plays the senator’s comic-book xenophobia with joyous frenzy. And Trejo is a welcome variation on the slick action hero — a cunning, ragged survivor who prefers blades but gets very creative with guns, gardening tools and kitchen utensils when other weapons are scarce. Most everyone else does their part well enough, though why Lohan signed on is a mystery. Her role is just strange — hitting close to home when she appears as a drugged-up party girl early on, with Rodriguez eventually maneuvering her into a nun’s habit as she joins his overindulgent finale of gunplay and explosions. Like most of Rodriguez’s movies — whether his family flicks or his action romps — “Machete” is never as fun or funny as he thinks it is. There are clever wisecracks, and some of the action is fresh and inventive, if you don’t mind blood and body parts flying in all directions. Yet much of the violence is repetitive — when you’ve seen one head sent tumbling by a machete, do you really need to see 10 more? — while the movie lapses into indolence in between action sequences, the characters uninvolving, the dialogue boring. The good news for fans: there isn’t all that much downtime between the relentless action, which, after all, is what that fake “Machete” trailer promised, and what the audience has come for. (AP) images from the internet
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The Last Exorcism Evangelical Louisiana preacher Cotton Marcus (Patrick Fabian) has been performing exorcisms for the past 25 years but he knows they’re all a sham. He long ago lost his faith – if he ever had any, that is - and for a while has had no qualms about taking money from true believers in the name of supporting his own family. But now, with his conscience weighing on him, he decides to let a camera crew come behind the scenes to expose his tricks as he “performs” one last exorcism. (AP)
Disturbed is back with their fifth studio album, “Asylum,” and the band shows it is a metal band with a conscience. The first single off Asylum is “Another Way to Die,” featuring front man David Draiman’s signature mix of hard, scratchy vocals and smooth melodic crooning reminiscent of Ed Kowalczyk. But what makes the group sound distinct is its subject material. “Another Way to Die” is about global warming with lyrics such as: “Glaciers melt as we pollute the sky/ a sign of devastation coming.” On a second track, “Never Again,” Draiman goes to his Jewish roots and sings of the Holocaust: “Exterminated by the Nazi war machine/ we will remember/ let the story be told.” But avid fans shouldn’t worry about their beloved numetal band getting too preachy on them. “Asylum” is still packed with songs like “Animal,” which brings to mind the current werewolf craze, and the album’s title track “Asylum,” which is about the mental torture of a breakup. The album opens with the band’s first instrumental track, “Remnants” which sounds like the intro to a dark Quentin Tarantino film. The track gives guitarist Dan Donegan a chance to shine, which he does explosively. (AP)
CHECK OUT THIS TRACK: Draiman and Donegan both showcase their talent on the dark and brooding “Serpentine.”
iTunes Top Ten iTunes’ top 10 selling singles and albums of the week ending Aug. 30, 2010, according to the Associated Press:
1. “Teenage Dream,” Katy Perry 2. “Dynamite,” Taio Cruz 3. “Just the Way You Are,” Bruno Mars 4. “Love the Way You Lie,” Eminem 5. “I Like It,” Enrique Iglesias 6. “DJ Got Us Fallin’ In Love,” Usher 7. “Just a Dream,” Nelly 8. “Magic (feat. Rivers Cuomo),” B.o.B 9. “Take It Off,” Ke$ha 10. “Erase Me (feat. Kanye West),” Kid Cudi
The American Hidden from critics until just before its release, the dirty secret about “The American” turns out to be that it’s an “art film.” Heavens, no! Director Anton Corbijn has crafted a quiet, haunting European thriller, drained of emotion and moving to its own deliberate pace. It’s the second film from Corbijn, a famed photographer and music video director who’s closely associated with the bands Depeche Mode and Joy Division (among others). His first film, “Control,” was a beautiful, austere black-and-white biopic of Joy Division’s Ian Curtis. “The American,” too, has the bleak fatalism of a Joy Division song, but taut and restrained, it bears none of the rock ‘n’ roll release. (AP)
ALL images ON THIS PAGE from the internet
1. “Teenage Dream,” Katy Perry 2. “Recovery,” Eminem 3. “Burning the Day,” Randy Rogers Band 4. “Back to Me,” Fantasia 5. “Sigh No More,” Mumford & Sons 6. “Versus,” Usher 7. “All Delighted People,” Sufjan Stevens 8. “Harmony,” Never Shout Never 9. “God Willin’ & the Creek Don’t Rise,” The Pariah Dogs, Ray LaMontagne 10. “Zombie,” The Devil Wears Prada
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From Alegre to Calanggaman The sunbeam ricocheted from the stark white sand to our faces as we breathed in the salty sea air. We were in Calanggaman Island, a paradise to any beach lover. Mr. Tsuguro Dobashi, Alegre Beach Resort & Spa’s Japan coordinator (he has been so for more than two decades) was simply in awe. “It is beautiful, it is really beautiful,” he said in his crisp Japanese accent. It was ironic that he was recommending the island to his Japanese guests for
years and yet it was the first time he personally felt the cool island sand on his bare feet. It was then he understood the mystery of his erring photographer. “I sent a photographer one time to take pictures of the island. He was so entranced by the beautiful place that he forgot to take pictures!” Dobashi laughed as his eyes crinkled at the memory. And indeed, the island was magical. Spanning a mere 9.82 hectares of pure white sand, Calanggaman Island has two sand bars extending on each side like a bird’s wings. Maybe it was so named because of its shape – calanggaman comes from the root work langgam, a Cebuano term for bird and the word calanggaman denotes a place for birds or with birds. It could also be so named as it can be a seasonal
haven for migratory birds or was a bird sanctuary at one time or another. Either way, Calanggaman Island enchants you with its outstretched wings of pure, powdery, white sand – you can span the entire perimeter on foot in less than thirty minutes - surrounded by blue, crystalline waters too tempting to resist. And indeed our comrades were already taking a dip, savoring the cool seawaters and eagerly donning their snorkeling gear. The island fringes are full of corals and fishes. It has a reef top at 10 meters and a drop off to more than 200 meters – from there underwater exploration begins. You’ll find caves, arches and overhangs, all flowing with sponges, gorgonians and coral. Visibility can reach 30 meters, offering an amazing underwater wonder world for divers to admire. Some divers got lucky and saw thresher sharks, stingrays, eagle rays and all types of sea turtles. Calanggaman island is part of Tinabilan village in Palompon town of Leyte, the main island located next to Cebu. It takes only two hours by boat from Alegre Beach Resort & Spa and it is a favored island hopping site for Alegre’s in-house guests. Dobashi was all the more at awe at this island he has been recommending for years. Calanggaman is a favorite site for Japanese tourists, who sometimes like to play shipwreck in a deserted island paradise. If you’re not a diver you will still love the stretch of sand wings, seemingly flying between sky and sea as you laze and sunbathe.
THE INFERNAL DEVICES 01: The Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare
Magic is dangerous – but love is more dangerous still. When sixteen-year-old Tessa Gray crosses the ocean to find her brother, her destination is England, the time is the reign of Queen Victoria, and something terrifying is waiting for her in London’s Downworld, where vampires, warlocks and other supernatural folk stalk the gaslit streets. Only the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the world of demons, keep order amidst the chaos. Kidnapped by the mysterious Dark Sisters, members of a secret organization called The Pandemonium Club, Tessa soon learns that she herself is a Downworlder with a rare ability: the power to transform, at will, into another person. What’s more, the Magister, the shadowy figure who runs the Club, will stop at nothing to claim Tessa’s power for his own. Friendless and hunted, Tessa takes refuge with the Shadowhunters of the London Institute, who swear to find her brother if she will use her power to help them. She soon finds herself fascinated by – and torn between – two best friends: James, whose fragile beauty hides a deadly secret, and blue-eyed Will, whose caustic wit and volatile moods keep everyone in his life at arm’s length . . . everyone, that is, but Tessa. As their search draws them deep into the heart of an arcane plot that threatens to destroy the Shadowhunters, Tessa realizes that she may need to choose between saving her brother and helping her new friends save the world. . . . and that love may be the most dangerous magic of all.
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I am your Edward Cullen
by Chai Fonacier “I am your Edward Cullen,” goes a line in an acquaintance’s great – but embarrassingly awkward (and cute in the original sense of the word, to the point of comedic) – effort at poetry as a love offering to one of my friends. For the sake of convenience let’s call him Idward Kulang. Now, Idward Kulang seems to have been working with his id, much like the way chickens squirt waste whenever they feel nature calling, rather than anything else when he wrote that poem. Four years in college and spending endless hours reading Twilight has done nothing to improve his linguistically challenged brain, other than turn him delusional. Now he thinks he’s Edward Cullen, pasty white skin and all. What is it about this book, anyway? People gravitate towards the book like flies to crud. It’s the Wowowee of literature, and I’d be damned if makes it into Guinness for being the most popular book next to the Bible. It also has been vilified by academicians and the better lot of the reading population countless times, and it refuses to die like, well, a vampire. Curse that book? Well yes. I am not a big fan and I prefer seeing Mr. Pattinson during his Harry Potter glory days if I had to choose. Then again, there’s something we’re overlooking in this big picture of vampire books, raging hormones, screeching prepubescents, and, well, readers who end up suffering delusions of grandeur: reader statistics. Answer this for me, dear average reader: What was the first book you ever read? Hell, I started with Sweet frigging Valley. Unless you’re a Promil Kid who started reading medical or law books and used words like “Mother, I’m famished!” at the age of 3, I reckon a lot of you started with that or the like. Now answer this next question: how long after until you moved on to better books? Allow me my rough estimations as I am a mathematics ignoramus (equations scare the crap out my ass and they make me cry popcorn kernels), but think of this for a moment. If a hundred people read the Twilight saga voraciously, quite a number of those will start looking for more interesting, more substantial reads. Point is, despite its exponentially crappy and sub-par quality, Twilight has invited people into reading books. There has been a significant decline in the number of book readers these days; the internet and local TV has enough distractions. I’d rather we called them late bloomers. Alanis Morissette picked up the guitar at the age of 21. Marquis de Sade published his first book in his fifties. Who says one’s supposed to read at a particularly early age?
I don’t read as voraciously as I require myself. I haven’t read a Kafka book and the one I promised to finish last year now houses termites and dust. The only Kerouac book I’ve read is “On The Road,” and the only Ginsberg poem I know is “Howl.” I haven’t finished reading Bathalad’s Pasumbingay book of poems either. But I try; who says none of these people won’t? Point no. 2: It has probably gotten people to explore writing too. Exhibit A: Idward Kulang. Larry Ypil was once told by a literature big wig to stick to Biology because for him, Larry’s poems probably sucked. Years later, after publishing successful pieces, same big wig said “It’s good you didn’t listen to me.” Well, yeah, lack of skill is an entirely different ball game, but then again, who the hell knows? In the very least, Twilight has prodded Mr. Kulang to want to be articulate about his thoughts and emotions. Once upon a time, the people of a few generations back had an impressively good grasp of English and their local tongue. These days, we cannot even speak one language straight, needing both to express emotions thoughts and opinions, and no one consults the dictionary upon encountering an unfamiliar word (Cebuano or English), and instead seeks the refuge that “Nosebleed!” offers to the indolent. And although the call center industry and too much reality TV have taught us to mimic English accents of the western world, the growing inarticulateness is alarming, so much so that I have encountered English majors from some famous local universities strutting around with their diplomas during job interviews for the company I work for, and speaking with the grammar structures of the illiterate, and run-on sentences scattered all over the interview room. What on God’s green earth were you guys doing for four years? Is the amount of information available to today’s generation inversely proportional to the capacity of their brains? I have the English and Cebuano vocabulary of a fly, relatively inadequate for someone who writes, but I try to hone skills in both languages. (I’d like to be able to say “laksot ka’g panagway” or “sinikma ka sa kapalaran!”). I hope they do too. This is not to say we should perfect a language that is not ours, nor should we become purists about our mother tongue; what I’m driving at is for us to refuse to stagnate in “Nosebleed” state and exceed ourselves. That being said, my only hope for Twilight readers is this: that they be hungrier for reading substantial material the way Edward Cullen is for that whiny witless and annoyingly naive girl named Bella. image from THE INTERNET
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WALK OF LIFE By : Mari Denise Amphy Layola I watch how long I’ve walk I thought I just walked a thousand mile I turn around with a smile But it just turns out to be a yard How could it be? I’m so tired of walking into life Why can’t I reach the top? Is it because I’m dull Or I’m just too weak to strive; Or maybe, maybe their pushing me down And I’m too naïve to tell what I feel Or do they think I’m so stubborn. I just want to run through this life I just can’t stand it anymore They don’t know how I feel They just believe the smile in my face Not the hurt they can’t see inside… And I poke myself Why am I thinking of my bad memories? When there is always a good one? I stand the rain I stand the pain and now I won’t run through life so fast; That I may forgot where I was and where I’m going I slap myself To go back to my senses A smile is there at my face Ready to face everything And really, I think I should continue my walk There is still a thousand mile of adventure for me CONTRIBUTED PHOTO
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Ever after in Cebu “I felt goosebumps all over my arms when I heard the audience sing “Ever After” a capella”, exclaimed the queen of sexy house music Bonnie Bailey, adding, “I love Cebu!” Held last Aug. 28 at the Mariner’s Court Convention Hall at the pier area, the concert provided Cebuano house music lovers an opportunity to witness firsthand one of the house music industry’s iconic artists. The convention hall was jam-packed, with several fans getting up onstage and dancing to the groove of Bonnie Bailey’s songs. The event proved to Bonnie that yes indeed, Cebuanos do believe in ever after, and looking forward to the future, Bonnie is hoping to do a repeat cconcert sometime early next year.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER: (Counterclockwise from right) queen of sexy house Bonnie Bailey; DJ Marvin and Hey Jude’s DJ Surf Boutwood; Jake Maningo and Chacha Blanco-Arquiza; Belle Lumapas and Alexis Yap; Paolo Mendoza and friend; Meg Eteve and Candice Kahler; Mer Alonzo, Moira del Rio and Mari del Rio.
Enjoying Enjoy Last August 25, Enjoy, a loyalty and privilege program was launched at Maya Mexican Restaurant at the Crossroads Arcade. Hosted by Enjoy’s director Shanna Lopez, the event was well-attended by Cebu’s socialites, food enthusiasts and media representatives. The program promises cardholders discounts and perks not only in Cebu’s establishments, but also those in Manila and Boracay.
ENJOYING LIFE: (Clockwise from right) Enjoy's Alfie Sy and Shanna Lopez; Mikel Sala, Basti Lacson, Arlo Sarmiento, Marko Sarmiento; Marco and Kate Anzani; Martine Sarmiento, Aina Lacson, Kaye Luym, Aimil Sarmiento.