Sunday, August 26, 2007

Cupcakes by Sonja

I had actually been very curious about Cupcakes by Sonja for quite a few months now — thanks to a couple of my friends’ photos of the baked goodies — but I had never gotten around to appeasing my curiosity. Serendra, where Ms. Sonja’s quaint little shop can be found, was just too off-tangent from my daily work route. It was only earlier this afternoon that Nicco decided to road trip, which isn’t exactly saying much since we had just come from a friend’s house in Forbes.


Anyway, I texted my sister just to ask where Serendra is located. She texted back saying that it’s right across Market Market. Great. Neither Nicco nor I knew how to get there. (Nicco lives in Bel-Air, but our preferred mode of transportation are the trains. We both hate driving.) We ended up following a bunch of cars, hoping that one of them would take us to Serendra. We got there in one piece, fortunately. Thank goodness Cupcakes by Sonja was just near the entrance. You won’t miss it. If you’ve been blog-hopping or researching painstakingly about food obsessions like I do, you might have gotten wind of pictures of a nice little pink shop that looks like something out of a 50s movie.

I didn’t expect the queue to be long at that hour but it was. I would’ve preferred to go in the morning, since I can be assured that the batches of cupcakes would be freshly baked, but I’m not complaining. The choices all looked so good! I had to stop myself from ordering every piece. I contented myself with 6 kinds and was surprised to find that my bill amounted only to about PhP366. I was expecting to spend double that.

Sonja was actually there when we dropped by. She was talking to someone (a food writer/columnist perhaps?) although she herself handled my transaction. She was really nice and quite apologetic when she mentioned that they ran out of staple wires to keep my credit card receipt and their official receipt together. She then went back to her Power Mac. At that point, I was thinking, “Hey! She’s a Mac person! I like her already!” But I digress…
The cupcakes:
  • Red Velvet Vixen - I was curious about the mixed reviews so I had to see for myself. Nicco found it “nakakasawa” (tiring) and I was expecting it to be a bit more red. I loved the cream, but the cupcake itself needs more density. It’s supposed to be made of Valrhona flourless chocolate, so I needed to taste what makes Valrhona special. Sadly, the chocolate taste wasn’t there.
  • Vanilla Sunshine - Like the name says, it’s vanilla. And I don’t mean that in a good way. But Nicco thinks it’s a “happy cupcake,” so I can translate that as something you eat when you need comfort food.
  • Strawberries and Cream - Probably the most expensive cupcake in my box. You can enjoy that nutty taste in your mouth and then you suddenly get hit by the berry at the end of it. Delicious! Nicco calls it the “fun cupcake.”
  • Lemon Drop - This one I thoroughly enjoyed. I’ve always liked the crazy taste of lemon so having lemony icing over lemony cake is just heaven.
  • Mint Condition - One of my favorites. I never realized how fun mint chocolate is until I’ve taken a bite of this. I’m not a chocolate lover so if a chocolate-flavored snack captures my attention, it means I’ve tasted something unusual. (I love chocolate-orange, too. Yes, I’m weird that way.)
  • Bunny Huggers Carrot - My ultimate favorite. If I could hug a cupcake, this would be it. While the frosting on the rest of the cakes (save for Red Velvet Vixen) are grainy, this one has a smooth, melt-in-your-mouth consistency. I also went gaga over its denseness.
I don’t know if I’m satisfied just yet. Though half the goods in the box are yummy, the other half are so-so. Being the cake lover that I have always been, I know that I do have to go back and sample the rest of stuff in that shop.

Rating: 7/10

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Belo Clinic, Rustan’s Makati

*Sigh* I get so exhausted trying to explain how I got an allergy attack and ended up in the Belo clinic at Rustan’s, so I’ll just make things simple by enumerating what happened:
  1. Allergic reaction was triggered by antibiotics. (For the love of all that is good, please stay away from Cotrimoxazole. It probably will kill you faster than it would the bacteria in your system.) I broke out in hives and rashes and suffered mind-numbing migraines.
  2. Went to another doctor and got a less disturbing antibiotic, but that did not remove the hives.
  3. Went to Belo for a skin check-up…
  4. Spanish Peel and Obagi were recommended.
  5. Suffered four sessions of painful peel solutions, once every 1-2 weeks.
Let me just say that it was only my facial skin that got treated. The rest of my body still itched for an entire month. I couldn’t sleep as my hand would be busy scratching at night and my legs and arms would hurt from the open wounds I’ve managed to inflict on myself. Anyway, I ended up going to another dermatologist (will rave about this later) for my health’s sake.

Now, for my beauty’s sake… Belo’s doctor and staff actually did a wonderful job clearing up my face. While I have mixed feelings regarding Obagi, which I reviewed earlier, the Spanish Peel was nothing short of amazing. Sure, I had to suffer about a week of looking like my face was going to fall off — I was really shedding! — but the end results delivered as promised. When my face had finished peeling, after about a week, the skin felt so velvety soft that I couldn’t help but touch it all the time. It was almost a shame that I had to undergo another peeling session after that as I didn’t want to let go of the new softness my skin exhibited.

It wasn’t easy, though. I had solutions applied on my face every Saturday and though most people would’ve peeled completely by Monday, mine only began peeling on Monday. From Monday till Thursday, my face had been so stiff and dry that I could hardly move my lips, which was torture because the nature of my job involves public speaking. Several areas of the skin were burnt and wrinkled and you can well imagine how putting salicylic acid (Obagi Clenziderm) on it could pretty much hurt to high heavens. Spanish peels require you not to wet your face on the first day and not to moisturize until you’ve peeled completely.

Now, imagine repeating the experience for three more sessions…
I am actually quite satisfied with the Spanish peel. I’m also very satisfied with the cleaning sessions that went before that. The doc did try to alleviate the itchiness my entire body suffered by recommending Cetaphil soap and anti-inflammatory lotions, but I was to find out later on that those were only external solutions. My original problem, which is the tail-end of an antibiotic treatment gone bad, was pathological.

The staff of Belo are nice and friendly, although I was nearly turned-off by the hoity-toity atmosphere of the place during my first visit. Many of them are quite stiff, which got me thinking, “Do they all have Botox injected in them? Have they become so obsessed with beauty that they can’t even smile sincerely?” The thought was kind of horrifying. Well, anyway, the great thing about them is that all the people involved in your visit (doctors and staff) will check up on you through SMS the next day. They’re also quite diligent in reminding you of your appointments and stuff so I know I got what I paid for.

Negative points:
I’d be happier if they’d be more concerned about wellness rather than just beauty. People asking me to try this and that treatment when there’s nothing really wrong with me leaves an unpleasant impression. I just really wanted to be well. I’m not interested in becoming paler or becoming an extraordinary beauty. With all the suggestions that got heaped on me, I was afraid that one day I’d come out of there with a face and a body that are no longer mine.

Plus points:
Being a Metrobank (Visa or Mastercard) Classic holder entitles you to a free cryo-whatchamacallit treatment after your next facial.
The Belo First card, which is their reward system. Ugh! I just remembered…I forgot to have mine stamped today

Obagi Clenziderm

I suffered from an allergic reaction to antibiotics for more than a month. I had migraines and I broke out in hives. When I switched doctors and was given a milder form of treatment, I waited a week before I consulted a dermatologist for the rashes. I went to Belo in Rustan's Makati but it wasn't exactly my rashes that they treated...so I'm going to segue now. I'm ust telling how it all started.

Anyway, upon my second visit, the Belo doctor insisted that I buy the Obagi Clenziderm set. It's supposed to be a therapeutic acne system. I did have qualms about having my face treated when the rest of my body was still itching like crazy. But I went ahead and bought the set anyway. The regimen consists of three steps: (1) wash with the Daily Care Foaming Cleanser, which contains 2% salicylic acid; (2) apply Pore Therapy, which contains another 2% salicylic acid, 10-15 minutes after washing; (3) apply the Serum Gel, which contains 5% benzoyl peroxide. The instructions were long and intimidating but after the first couple of nights, I already knew them by heart.

I just had what they call a Spanish peel (I'll talk about the details in another post), my second, and combining that with the Clenziderm really hurt. I was not allowed to moisturize while the Clenziderm stripped my face of all its oil. With the Spanish peel, I could hardly speak. With the Spanish peel AND the Clenziderm, I was in hell. My skin was parched and I wanted to dip my face in a vat of boiling water. Mind you, I have combination skin so I balked when the dermatologist told me that I'm not supposed to moisturize. To top it off, the itchiness never really went away.

It wasn't until five days after my third Spanish peel that I decided to disobey my derma and stop the Clenziderm altogether. I moisturized with my Origins White Tea and washed my face with my favorite pink Shu Uemura Cleansing Oil. My skin felt better. I noticed the results immediately. The sandpaper that replaced my skin disappeared and it was velvety soft once again. The oil production went haywire, though, so after three days, I bought THEFACESHOP gel moisturizer for combination skin and went back to Clenziderm. This was when I finally figured out what regimen worked for me. I still do need to moisturize, as the areas outside my T-zone tend to get bone dry. So instead of putting Serum Gel on my entire face, as stated in the instructions, I only put it where needed. I also put moisturizer on the areas that needed it.

The skin on my face is better now, but only because I had to go through some major trials and errors to get the combination right. Trust my stubborn skin to not follow the rules, eh?

Would I recommend Obagi? Yes and no. Let me just enumerate why.

YES
  • If you have acne-prone skin. (I had allergies; I am not acne-prone.) This is heavy duty stuff and you really must have the pain tolerance to go through it.
  • If you have the budget. I could've sworn my Belo derma originally named two brands during my first visit. Obagi and something else. That something else became non-existent (at least in our conversation) on my second visit.
  • If it's okay with you to peel a lot. I noticed that when some of my pimples dry up, they peel.
  • If you enjoy cleansers that have minty feel.

NO
  • The skin feels so tender that it strikes me as weak.
  • If you love smiling. The skin looks and feels wonderful...if you're not one to smile or talk animatedly. I saw how my cheeks visibly stretched when I did. Smiling is not something I'd like to forgo, thank you.




As for the itchiness? It's a success story that I'm saving for another dermatologist that I'll introduce in another post.

Rating: 7/10

A small victory...

But a victory, nonetheless. A few months ago, my classmates (the ones who earned a GPA of 3.6 and above) and I balked at having had our honors yanked from underneath our feet...on graduation day, no less. Our parents didn't get to climb up on stage to put the (silver? Because Sean truly deserved the gold) medals around our necks. Kuya Alex fought like hell for it, hehe.

The honors committee decided to award us through our transcripts. I received mine today:

CLICKY



It says: "Graduated with the degree of Master in Information Management with Academic Distinction on May 12, 2007 per S.O. No. 80-474107-0008 s. 2007, issued on August 9, 2007."

Forgive the crappy photo...I'm going to scan the entire thing tomorrow or something.

Ok, so I didn't get to climb up on stage as expected, at least it's written on my transcript. The only thing that irks me about this transcript is that they included all my educational institutions except UP! Gah! Well, I'm not going to complain anymore since my previous transcript, also from APC, states that I did graduate from UP before I applied for a second degree.

Anyhoo...lemme just savor this small victory right now.

YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

More importantly: Thanks, Kuya Alex, for being the veritable hero in fighting for this. There were only five of us (out of almost 40 students) who got 3.6 and above, which made everything else special.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister
Not Just Another Cinderella Story

This was a book review I wrote as an entry to the Philippine Star's Weekly Book Review Contest. It won and was published in the daily's January 29, 2006 issue. The prize was PhP5,000 worth of gift certificates from National Bookstore. You can see the scan of the actual article by clicking here. This is actually one of the most memorable pieces I've written...


You may have seen different versions of the Cinderella classic, from the Brothers Grimm's fantastically woven fairy tale, to Disney's musical ensemble of singing mice and fairy godmothers, to Drew Barrymore's portrayal of the orphan Danielle de Barbarac who suddenly finds herself saddled with a step-family in Ever After. The formula, however, has always been very consistent: one or two ugly step siblings, an ugly stepmother, and a beautiful heroine who triumphs in the end. No matter what age bracket you fall into a new angle in the story will always give you something to ponder on.

Enter Gregory Maguire and his fantasy novel Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister. Unlike most versions of Cinderella that narrate the account through Cinderella's eyes, Maguire shifts the perspective onto her homely stepsisters. Your journey begins with the family of three unfortunate souls. Margarethe is a mother of two, exiled from the land of her late English husband, and struggling to keep herself and her daughters alive. What she lacks in beauty, she makes up for by being smart and calculating. Iris, her youngest daughter, inherits this -- minus the penchant for manipulation. Since she is the child blessed with good judgment, she is tasked to both assist her mother and watch over her older sister Ruth. The child who has neither beauty nor brains, Ruth, hardly recognizes that she is slow-witted or too young for her age. She basks in what miniscule comforts her surroundings provide.

The ill-fated family of three is swept into the streets of Holland, forced to rummage for food and sympathy. They eventually find their way, first into an artist's charitable yet forbidding home, and later to a world of luxury, refinement, and opulence. In this world, they become stepsisters to the exquisite but outlandish Clara. Clara is the complete opposite of what the sisters have been grown accustomed to. She is blindingly gorgeous and naturally graceful -- almost the epitome of perfection -- but chooses a solitary life. She would rather run her household, or keep herself in the kitchens, than attend the lavish parties and conferences that are considered privileges of the highborn class.

One startling aspect that differentiates Maguire's work from other retellings is the fact that friendship is cultivated among three astoundingly dissimilar children. With variances in beliefs and upbringing, Ruth, Iris, and Clara manage to bridge their worlds and forge their own tiny world of fun, discover, and games. Clara abhors exposure, but Iris and Ruth gaily force her out of her shell.

Alas, growing into womanhood isn't as easy as picking flowers or peeling potatoes or dodging Margarethe's strict demands. The girls try to reign in new feelings and emotions -- the pangs of adolescence -- as they also accidentally uncover many clues about their collective pasts. While Ruth huddles into her own corner, not quite oblivious to the goings-on, Clara and Iris unearth precious secrets that transform their domain forever. Love and betrayal are two sides of the coin that must be weighed in, and truth must ultimately pave the way in revealing that elusive happiness that everyone strives to attain.

Reading Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister not only brought me back to the idealistic stages of my girlhood, but also answered many of the questions that caused me to discard fairy tales on my way to adulthood. All of these questions are basically issues of value formation. Cinderella was just a beautiful girl with no personality, but she married a prince because of her looks. The stepmother and stepsisters were hideous, therefore causing them to be jealously mean to the "cinder wench." None of the characters had a whit of intelligence. No redeeming factors had ever been shown; only that "ugly" and "bad" go together the way "pretty" and "good" must also go hand in hand. Critical thinking that would inquire as to why Cinderella's father would marry such a wicked monster of a woman, who had two equally unappealing children to boot, had no place in a fairy tale. I thought Cinderella's legend taught the wrong values and dismissed it as nothing more than a whimsical anecdote penned by unforgivably shallow brothers. Nothing beyond that was symbolically offered.

While many attempts at adding a touch of real personality to the characters have since been published and presented in movie theaters, nothing seems to come close to the three-dimensional figures that Gregory Maguire depicts. To add even more color to the otherwise small group of protagonists, Maguire introduces The Master, the reclusive artist who finds solice in the generally old-fashioned Margarethe, and Caspar, the apprentice who, despite his obsession for beauty, holds an extreme fascination for the hopelessly plain Iris. Even Clara's parents, with their hen-pecker and hen-pecked relationship, are wittingly given life by Maguire's pen.

The writing redefines the adjective "fantastic." The words practically jump off the pages that one would find it hard to put the book down. The author avoids complicated terms yet manages to capture your imagination well enough to envision what he wants you to see. He is descriptive without overburdening his readers with flowery sentences. He is imaginative in his use of subtlety, allowing you to find inspiration in such a simple piece of literature. He makes business, politics, vanity and girlish play all seem like a part of a child's world. He writes as if the book is meant for children, but it really isn't. It is as if he makes you read another fairy tale, this time through the eyes of a youngster imbued with the understanding of an adult. Confessions makes you remember how hard it was to leave your childhood -- growing up, experiencing disappointments, and finally reaching maturity by virtue of love and forgiveness.

Does the book have a happy ending? Maguire leaves it up to the reader to decide whether the conclusion is happy or not. There are many ways of perceiving the way it goes, though a reader might find himself pleasantly surprised with the little twist in the end. One sure thing about it is that you could be left with a feel-good plot that isn't necessarily peppered with saccharine. It gives a dose of absolute clarity while keeping the tenets of fantasy storytelling intact.

Truly, I have never read a treasure as masterfully done as Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister...at least, not since I turned 13.

Shopping:
Gregory Maguire Items

TheFaceShop Plus+1 Lip Care Cream Vitamin & Black Label Lipstick

I was hanging out with my gay friends (they’re the best shopping buddies a girl could ever have) when I passed by TheFaceShop at the SM Mall of Asia, got curious, and eventually tried out their products. I was looking for lip gloss, since I just finished off my Nivea Strawberry glosses. It was in this store that I actually learned that there is a huge difference between glosses, balms and sticks. The sales ladies explained to me that lip gloss just gives you mild coloring and shine (as I usually do not like wearing lipstick) while lip balms actually provide the nourishment that your puckers need. I was also to learn later on, while I was talking to my female colleagues, that balms should serve as your primer before any other lip products.


I’ve always had problems with dryness and skin shedding. No matter what I tried — be it a shiner, gloss, petroleum jelly, cream — nothing seems to do the trick. I always end up chewing my lips and tearing the skin off with my teeth, a nasty habit that a lot of people always scold me for. It also makes public speaking difficult, as the dryness causes me to mispronounce my words, rendering me incoherent. Nivea’s lip gloss will temporarily alleviate the problem, but it provides very little comfort.

I bought the Plus+1 Lip Care Cream and with the help of my chic friends, picked out the lipstick color that matched my natural shade (Black Label “Graceful Pink”). I know, I can hear people say, “Why would you buy lipstick if it’s just going to be the same shade as your lips?” My sister has a smart answer: “Because the natural-colored ones even out your lips’ imperfections while keeping it realistic.”

Anyway, it’s only been a week since I’ve bought the goodies and I must say I’m hooked. I have never had this consistent state of softness before. There are times when I only need to put on the lipstick once or twice in the morning and the balm just makes my lips glow the whole day. They retain the lighter pinkish shade provided by the lipstick while maintaining moisture. I swear my lips feel so supple, I’d kiss myself if I could!

Rating: 9/10

EDIT November 4, 2007:
After trying out a more expensive brand, I have proven that this is really the brand that’s suited for me. I realized that I have learned how to exfoliate properly. It was also when I started using this that my boyfriend complained, “Your lips are disturbingly soft!” The only thing that’s keeping me from giving this a perfect 10 is the fact that the tube starts to get annoying when you’re running out: the sides split and you’d have the good stuff spilling out of it.

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