When I'm Bored, I Google

Stylings : Off to Work

2010-12-29T00:03:00.000-08:00

Stylings : A Spot of Bleu, a rainy night in Paris..

2010-12-28T20:57:00.000-08:00

Stylings : Nuovo Hobo

2010-12-28T20:27:00.001-08:00

Stylings : I am the Queen of My Wasted Hours

2010-12-28T20:15:00.001-08:00

Stylings : Urban Jungle

2010-12-28T20:02:00.001-08:00

Stylings : Trailer Chic

2010-12-28T20:01:00.001-08:00

Stylings : 80's Flavor

2010-12-28T19:57:00.000-08:00

Stylings : Neutral Territory

2010-12-28T19:54:00.000-08:00

Stylings : A Walk in the Clouds

2010-12-28T19:48:00.000-08:00

Philippine Fashion Week: Spring/Summer 2011: My Last Hurrah of Love for Penshoppe

2010-10-31T23:20:00.000-07:00

My Last Hurrah of Love

The Catwalk, the guests were overflowing, we ran out of seats.

With our Stylist/Consultant Raoul Ramirez


With Clint Catalan of WORMS clothing, Yako Reyes, Meanne Santos and Myself


Myself, feeling animalistic. hehe

More pics of actual pieces to come.

The Arrivalist by Cholo Laurel

Philippine Fashion Week: Spring/Summer 2011 Schedule

2010-10-16T22:03:00.000-07:00

Click on the image to Zoom. Message me for Penshoppe's presentation invites. Mwah!

Lutong Macau for One

2010-10-09T21:37:00.000-07:00


My first night in Macau, straight from the Aeroporto. Just had a fight with a rude cab driver.

City of Dreams, indeed.

Taipa Village, this is their version of Intramuros/Vigan. Their's is much preserved and cleaner. but I prefer ours, cause it has more flavor into it.

Climbing my way up from Taipa Village to Cotai Strip

A view of Cotai Strip, from Taipa Village

Taipa Village's Peak

Garden, at Taipa Village, Near Casas-Museo de Taipa

Galaxy Hotel and Casino

Grand Hall @ The Venetian

Fiesta Hall @ the Venetian

Aside the fact that I was almost out of cash, I wasn't able to watch Cirque du Soleil because I was out of time. Next time, I'll make sure to watch it.

Pontifino @ the Venetian, great buffet for just 110 MOP

Shoppes @ the Four Seasons, I was told not to take pictures inside, it wasn't allowed :(

Taipa Village view from Cotai Strip

Sands Casino

Ponte du 16

Lagro de Senado

St Joseph's Missionary

Rua de San Paulo

The Venetian @ Night.

SKUNKIE PRODUCTIONS, SEPTEMBER 29 @ SAZI'S BAR

2010-09-08T07:54:00.000-07:00

RedLogo Lifestyle : September-November Magalogue

2010-09-03T18:32:00.001-07:00

My Multiply Site

2010-09-03T18:14:00.000-07:00

Half Pinoy Is Better Than None

2010-08-28T21:41:00.000-07:00

The War at Home
By Chip Tsao

The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen onboard. We can live with that-—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That’s no big problem-—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke.

But hold on-—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: There are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as HK$3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.

As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell everyone of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China.

Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her Government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings.

Oh yes. The Government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout ‘China, Madam/Sir’ loudly whenever they hear the word “Spratly”. They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, “Long live Chairman Mao!” at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that’s going a bit too far, at least for the time being.

According to some news I read, this article was meant to be saritical. Who's laughing? I don't care if they call me a moron or whatever for not getting the satirical angle of it, or overly sensitive ~~for~~ wasting tears on this article. This is OFFENSIVE and CHEAP.

Yes, we are a poor country. A country so poor that some of our countrymen swallowed their pride to serve as housemaids, or whatever low brow jobs the richer countries has to offer just to make an honest living. But that doesn't give anyone the right, especially Chip Tsau to mock us.

But Thank You Chip Tsau, I am more patriotic than ever. I may not be pure pinoy, in fact I'm part chinese but I would rather belong to a nation of servants, who doesn't mind sweating their brows to earn honestly-earned money than to a "COLONY OF COUNTERFEITS, LOW-QUALITY PRODUCTS, FILTH, UNHYGIENIC FLOOR TOILETS."

Skunkie Productions

2010-08-07T22:40:00.000-07:00

for interested bands comment on this post or

email me: elissadedel@gmail.com

PENSHOPPE'S ELEVATION : PHILIPPINE FASHION WEEK HOLIDAY 2010 PRESENTATION Part 2

2010-06-05T06:36:00.000-07:00

Here are some photos from Penshoppe's Press Kit and more backstage photos.

PENSHOPPE'S ELEVATION : PHILIPPINE FASHION WEEK HOLIDAY 2010 PRESENTATION

2010-06-01T05:58:00.000-07:00

This show made me proud to be on Penshoppe's design team.

Kudos to Mikey and Ola,
Penshoppe Merch Team, Raoul Ramirez

Joey Espino and Cata!

I got these photos from Status Magazine
(www.statusmagazineonline.com)
and www.Stylebible.ph
(Philippine Fashion Week official media partner)
one of the coolest magazine ever!
Here are some of my designs (jackets)

Woah! Mirrored! That is so New York! Hahahaha.
I got this photo from Tumblr ( J. Balatbat)

Here's a picture I took during the rehearsal. This sight gave me goosebumps.

More pics to come.

The Starfish

2010-05-20T07:38:00.000-07:00

You looked like seasoned dumplings and smelled like spring rain.
Your hot breath were of ideals and dreams.
You were my pot of gold.
You were my golden sun.

At least, I thought you were,
and because you told me so.

Fabulous Finds III: Multiply Dig Up

2010-05-20T07:21:00.000-07:00

I can't help but smile. Oh how I miss UST.
These were some of my sketches for my fashion design class 6years ago.
We were required to create our own clothing line and I called mine Lunawear.
I was and still obsessed with moons and stars.
My concept here was raw but i think I made kick-ass sketches.

Vanity Attacks II: Military

2010-05-19T08:16:00.000-07:00

Rede and I didn't talk about what to wear that morning but we ended up wearing something similar.This was taken using Pau Reyes' camera phone.
Rede: Ombre woven cropped jacket, HK
White Basic Tank
Distressed Jeans, Zara
Ankle booties.

Iya:Houndstooth Cap in camel, Penshoppe
Woven jacket with multiple pockets, Penshoppe
White Basic Tee with raw edges, Zara
Jeggings, Penshoppe
Houndstooth Nike Dunks

I've always been a fan of faded, distressed and moth-eaten anything.
God bless the who's of fashion for bringing back Grunge and Military.
You make my heart jump.

Vanity Attacks I : The Many Faces/Phases of Iya

2010-05-19T07:27:00.000-07:00

Please forgive my poor editing, I was trying to prove that editing is still possible without a regular mouse.
(I used the mouse on my laptop, you know...the boxy thingy...hehehe)
I have proven that I am wrong.

It's currently 11:03 in the evening and I have not eaten anything since
4 in the afternoon. I was cleaning up my hard disk and realized I want to immortalize the looks I've had, not just because I'm a vain prick, but I want to look at it again someday, have a laugh on how I looked like, and how the trends I used to love has become retro.

Pen and Ink Illustrations Part 5: Japanese Gay Bandit

2010-05-13T04:53:00.000-07:00

the product of my boredom. A Japanese gay bandit.

Pen and Ink Illustrations Part 4: Kristel Ching

2010-05-13T04:52:00.001-07:00

Here's the ShowerCap Girl version of Kristel Ching.

Re-post from 1st ShowerCapGirl entry.

The Girls and I were having our lunch, and were discussing Arlene's previous work, which was in an athletic clothing company. She told us how she practically memorized goggle styles, the advantages, to colors available. Being designers ourselves, design and function modifications were inserted to the the discussion. One thing lead to another, we decided to form a superhero group,a loser superhero group, to be specific.

We can't even be called sidekicks, or hero groupies. We have senseless super powers, I can't remember the reason behind the need to create such a loser superhero group. All I know is that we had fun talking about it.

The shower cap idea, actually came from when a former colleague, went to China. It was raining and they saw an old woman wearing a raincoat and a shower cap. hehehehe.

They asked me to do an illustration of our costumes. I don't want athletic, I don't want capes. I want fabulosity!!!

Do they look superhero-ish at all? Hahahahaha. Either way, I'm proud of these illustrations.

Pen and Ink Illustrations Part 3: Arlene Aguilar

2010-05-13T04:50:00.000-07:00

Pen and Ink Illustrations Part 2: Iya

2010-05-13T04:48:00.000-07:00

Philippine Fashion Week A/W 2010 Schedule

2010-05-13T04:31:00.000-07:00

May 26 Wednesday:

5:30pm – Visions and Trends Design Fusion (Anna Leah Salvador, Aries Lagat, Benjie Panizales, Don Protasio, Enrico Carado, Happy Andrada, Harley Ruedas, Jaki Penalosa, Jan Garcia, Martin Bautista, Mitzi Quilendrino-Bustos, Nolie Vineza, Norman Noriega, Patrick Galang, Raoul Ramirez)

7:30pm – SM Department Store

9:30pm – Jun Jun Cambe

May 27 Thursday:

5:30pm – Premier A (Alodia Cecilia, Arnold Galang, John Paras, Kristel Yulo, Veejay Floresca)

6:30pm – Ready to Wear/ New Generation

7:30pm - Luxe wear A

9:30pm – Bang Pineda & Tina Daniac

May 28 Friday:

5:30pm – Premier B (Czarina Villa, John Guarnes, Kenneth Chua, Lizanne Cua, Noel Crisostomo)

7:30pm – Luxe wear B

9:30pm – Frederick Peralta

May 29 Saturday:

1:00pm – Jeffrey Rogador, Kermit Tesoro, Yako Reyes

2:30pm – Alex Pigao, Dimple Lim, Michelle Lim

4:00pm – Premier C (Arnel Zulieta, Edwin Tan & Pepsi Herrera, Jerome Lorico, Lyle Ibanez, Zxander Tan)

5:30pm – Gerry Katigbak & Ronaldo Arnaldo

6:30pm – JAG

7:30pm – M Barretto

9:30pm – PENSHOPPE

May 30 Sunday:

2:30pm – Eric Delos Santos, Odelon Simpao, Shanon Pamaong

4:00pm – Chris Diaz, Jerome Salaya Ang, Joel Escober

5:30pm – Marlon Rivera

6:30pm – Human, Kashieca, Bench

7:30pm – Grand Allure

9:30pm – Angelo Estera & Michael Cinco

In Between Conciousness and Dreaming.

2010-05-12T07:17:00.000-07:00

A friend once told me before, that you are at your most honest state when you are so sleepy, and dying to go to sleep. You are stripped and will say anything just to get to that dream state. When to start writing? When you can barely open your eyes. When do you stop? You just do. Just remember to click PUBLISH POST.

According to my friend William Elvin, artistic writing needs no consistency.
I believe him.I hope he's right.

I swear that I am just too sleepy and NOT TRIPPING on acid, LSD or any psychedelics.

I am an artist, and I am writing.
I hope that's enough to create artistic writing.
This is the day I will stop writing in past tense.

Am I an angry person?
I ask myself this every single morning.The world is revolving and I'm stuck at the same spot. My feet digs deeper and deeper as the world turn, and the canal I made is filling up with doubts, fear and at times indifference.This world is turning at a pace that I do not understand. I do not care and care too much at the same time. I don't know which to care for. All I know is that to appear happy to the those eyeshadowed lids and mascaraed lashes, you give them your lipsticked smile. You keep your secrets in Prada bags, and you heighten your morale with stiletto heels. And if things worsen, you keep your heart in a Tiffany locket.

What am I angry at? What? I think I ate too much pizza.
The bull pretending to be a cow, the man who pisses at walls, the neighbor who goes straight to where we keep the sugar. Whatever. Whoever. Whichever.I am not even sure that I am angry. I am in between a rock and a hard place, and I am not even sure if I am looking for a soft spot.

Do you like me? Do I like you?
I am watching my life in high definition. I can see all my flaws, the bad pores on my nose, the dry chappy skin slightly alift from my lips, and the moles scattered all-over my face. I can't reach my toes, and I wiggle. Kerouac, Kafka, Murakami, Big Mac, Pasta, and Salami. Everything is rhyming in high def. Respect, you lack that. Ethics, you don't know it. I hope for the day that I will never see you again. And everyday I lose hope. Who are you? I am not sure, really. Do you really know what you are doing?

Yes, I am an angry person.

i ♥ my momsie forever and ever

2010-05-09T08:39:00.001-07:00

Hello, to all of my 12,798 imaginary followers, 7 real followers (Sam Guison, O-lover Loyola (Sorry naman Ola, ang sarap sabihin ng O-lover eh), Pauline Tan-Torres Cardenas of Zen Events,Maning, SirWalterFritz and William Elvin, Vox-Happy Days Ahead)and my twitter account.

This is where I am going to post my "I ♥ My Momsie Forever and Ever!" posts from now on. Please do enjoy the wonderful tidbits from my ever so lovable Momsie.

But before anything else, here are some infos about my bonggacious wonderful Momsie.
Full Name : Maria Hernando Vida-Dedel
Nickname: Mia, Mea, Mommy, Momsie
Date of Birth: June 20, 1946
Age:63 turning 64

* Please do notice my Momsie's hand, na naka "peace"sign. Akala mo Korean. and her Charles and Keith sunglasses. and ang top niya na may gold trimmings.*

i ♥ my momsie forever and ever!
iya : ma kapagod! tagal ko naglakad... gutom ako.may hapunan ba tayo?
ma: oo sige kain ka na dun...
iya: ( nagbababa ng bag) anu meron?
ma: apple chaka cheese.
iya: ....????? ma gutom ako eh!
ma: nak tinatamad ako magluto, pa deliver ka na lng o anu kaya ubusin mo na ung red wine mo jan, ayoko tlga magluto nak. ang init e.
... natawa n lng ako.

i ♥ my momsie forever and ever part 2

2010-05-09T08:38:00.001-07:00

I had to attend a seminar in makati earlier so I was preparing for what I was going to wear...
ma: naplantsa mo ba isusuot mo?
iya: oo bkit?
ma: kasi ayoko mag plantsa, di ako marunong, kuya mo pag may lakad pag pinagpla plantsa ko nag aaway lang kmi kasi nagkaka pleats ung mga polo nya (...laughs)
iya: naman ma...
ma: ewan ko ba, iba kasi pag humahawak ako ng plantsa bumibigat pakiramdam ko.
iya: ma anu ba yan...bat ka ganyan ikaw lang ata nanay na kilala kong ganyan hahahaha
ma: working mom ako di ako plantsadora no
iya: ma ang labo mo... hahahaha anu breakfast?
ma: dun ka na lng sa pupuntahan mo kumain
iya; haay nako, pag wala ako anu kinakain mo?
ma: pumupunta ko sa waltermart minsan max o anu kaya pancake house....

....sigh.

i ♥ momsie forever and ever part 3

2010-05-09T08:37:00.001-07:00

i ♥ momsie forever and ever part 3

ma: nak, bat malungkot ka? may problem ka sa boyfriend mo...
iya; ma, wala akong boyfriend...
ma: lam mo nak dati nag break kami ni papa ng sandali na depress ako di sinasagot tawag ko...
iya: ma pagod ako sa work, wala nga akong boyfriend ngaun.
ma:... tas nak tinatawagan ko sa phone aya...w ako kausapin... tas may nanliligaw sken ung taga pldt... pero ayoko dun si papa mo tlga gusto ko. na depress tlga ako
iya: haaay ( sumuko na sa kakasabi na pagod ako sa work at wala akong boyfriend) eh ma anu ginawa mo nung depressed ka nag mukmok ka lang? drama dramahan ka sa bhay
ma: naku nak lungkot na lungkot ako nun talaga nag valiums pa ko nun. kung di ako allergic sa alcohol baka uminom ako nun.
iya: ????

I ♥ my momsie forever and ever part 4

2010-05-09T08:24:00.000-07:00

i ♥ my momsie forever and ever
10:30pm

iya: ma gutom ako

momsie: nak, mainit, masakit ulo ko.
kumain ka jan tinirahan kita ng hapunan

iya: ano meron?

momsie: tignan mo yung may takip

iya:( sees otap, and supreme crackers)
eto lang tlga ma?

momsie: tama lang yan sayo para di sayang babayaran mo sa gym

Observer

2010-05-09T02:51:00.000-07:00

I want to walk barefoot with arms sidewardly stretched, let my fingertips feel the wind’s benevolence, I want to embrace those gray boulders and feel the charges and soupy coldness in my arms and chest. I want to stare at those regal-bearing trees then admire and wonder how something so still be so full of life. I want to stand tall, chin-raised but remain in my box. I want to be in Nepal. Today, I’m actually alive. I have no idea how long will this feeling last, but I hope it leaves an indelible imprint. I’m fearless. I’m at my rawest form. my mind’s stripped of unnecessary animosity. Today, I believe the music of those oarless and dreamless who thinks they’re in line with the norms. I’m omnipotent!. I refuse to be swallowed by my failure to utter my subterranean thoughts. I learned how to absorb the hilarious complexity of life. That’s why I am actually writing words void of thoughts criticizing life. I am not biting my nails anymore. I’m like a derailed roller coaster. I like this spontaneity. 1st reason for all this blabbering is an unfolding vignette I thought my pea-sized brain will never be capable of capturing. 2nd, because I’m the queen of my wasted hours. 3rd, I miss writing and lastly… just plain bored. Life is perfectly imperfect. It’s lika a montage, glued unnoticed details, to make a more hideous image, and to appreciate it is to observe it from afar.

Unleashed

2010-05-09T02:46:00.000-07:00

an’t sleep. sencia naman

Bla-Bla-Blog. Pag naintindihan mo to… libre kita Fit and Right.

Open the gates! It is I,iya, the blogger/blog freak. apir!

Notes from a moment when everthing made sense.

"Up means down and down means up. Friendship means taking advantage? Hell no! Fo-shizzle! hehehehe.incoherent thoughts means loneliness, Fo-sho"

"Being too smart is hard because you always read between the lines, you get eaten by figures of speech with no concrete idea. Being gorgeous is hard because people like you for the wrong reasons, and boys just can’t be friends with you"

"Alcohol sucks, alcohol is the shit.Everything is ambiguous. Life is not about balance, it’s about conflicts. Alcohol makes me burp. Alcohol makes me think less of…*burp* The primordial soup has alcohol.

Alcohol is married to nicotine. They are having problems with their offsprings, namely cancer and depression are in love with each other, not only are they siblings, they’re both boys. Alcohol is too down to bother and nicotine is too shaky to do something about it."

Here we go. I cried because I was hurt. Slept. Got mad. Slept. Woke up. After some hours I cried because someone got hurt… and it’s not me… not him… someone from way, way back… after bulacan,the ogres ,videocameras, and the videotapes, he was the reason why I was confident to stay away from 5.5th floors, before the magic happened…again. hehehehe. No one will ever understand what I’ve just said. He has a name, but I’ll never mention it again.hehehehe apir!

I can still remember every single one of them… and how they realize my world is short-lived and how I realize that they see me as a temporary solution to their solitude

i’m tired of the game. I played because I had no choice, it’s either you play or be played. I was played, now it’s my turn to play. Yes, I it was my fault. I should’ve left him alone. He’s young, he’s innocent. He had no idea that he was just a game to me. Why can’t he hate me? I want him to hate me. I want him to avenge himself. Hit me. Slap me in the face. Call me names. He’s too good. His calmness is giving me headaches. His soft voice makes me want to scream. His goodness is driving me crazy. He’s impossible. He’s a dream. not mine, of course. Maybe some high school kid’s.

He deserves someone better. I don’t deserve those tears. a woman’s tears are valuable, but a man’s far more valuable. specially his’ . I want him to stop crying for me. I can give what he’s asking, I just don’t want to. I just want to love, and not be loved the way he would love me. It’s not fair. He deserves the love of someone untapped. Someone never exposed to the cruelties of man.Someone incapable of inflicting pain. I’m overly exposed to the cruelties of man, in fact I think I’m one of the cruel ones.

Why can’t he be just like those jerks from my past, I want him to make me cry. I want him to make me cry all the tears I’ve cried for all those jerks altogether because he deserves it more. He’s the only one who deserves it.If only I can erase myself from his memory. I shouldn’t have answered his call. I should’ve left him with the girl who wiped his sweat, the girl with sparkly eyes and brown hair who called him ‘baby’.

Son Of A B*tch! Banned Cartoon

2010-05-09T02:09:00.000-07:00

Funny Commercials II

2010-05-09T02:05:00.000-07:00

Banned Commercials - Photograph

2010-05-09T02:01:00.000-07:00

Banned Commercials - Funny - Hot Girl (Australia)

2010-05-09T02:00:00.000-07:00

4 Banned Commercials!!

2010-05-09T01:57:00.000-07:00

Homer Simpson tries to vote for Obama

2010-05-09T01:50:00.000-07:00

Fabulous Finds: Old Creepy Ads Part 4

2010-05-09T00:01:00.000-07:00

Fabulous Finds: Old Creepy Ads Part 3

2010-05-08T23:58:00.001-07:00

Right.

I am woman, and I too can rape!

2010-05-07T06:50:00.000-07:00

I don't exactly know how else to start this post, other than to state a realization that I am not
as good as a writer as I used to. And that this post again is going to be incoherent. I just had my period so I am going to discuss my gender. No, I am not going to enumerate the anatomy of my female part, that too is a mystery to me.( Yes, a sad fact.) Nor am I going to recommend female products. I am just going to blah. Here it goes.

One of my inspirations for today's post is the song "The Only One" by Happy Days Ahead. When I heard this song, my thoughts initially were "I hear you" since it was about one-way love, and "GRRR" for being somehow sexually and emotionally abused. Then I realized, hey William is a man, (with a brain the size of a space station, and the sex appeal of 7298 Brad Pitts), this is something I don't normally hear from men. Of course, there are a lot of songs about men asking for another chance, or appreciating frontal and rear bumps or begging not to be killed, but sexually abused? Huwow!

This strengthen some points I have against some feminists. Some feminists made the mistake in pushing the idea that women are the stronger and better sex. I too have ovaries, mine are cysts-filled even, but I disagree with that idea. We are equal with men. I too daydream that all men are my slaves, and that chicharon will not give me a heart disease. But the facts leads elsewhere. Whether we like it or not, we are made to compliment men's existence and vise versa. Some even came to a point, that they think men are evil. Yes, some men are evil, some women are too. Diba Ruby? There are a lot of evil things that both genders do, but since women are perceived most of the time as physically weak, we get away with it. Just like mind and body rape.

Aside from the fact that this song strengthen some points I soooo want to argue. I can not let such an intellectually written song go unnoticed.

From :William Elvin May 7 at 6:18pm

The Only One

To tell you honestly
I dont want to be with you anymore
Our love's as useless as the magazines
scattered on my floor

Used up everything
Til I found out there's really nothing more
Our love's as empty as pornography
and now Im getting bored

But I wont leave
wont go nowhere
Just keep mistaking empty stares as love

There's no one else
No other one
I'll keep pretending til youre done with love
Youre the only one who could give me...

To tell you honestly
I dont even know what's 'making love'
To me it's just 'turn out the lights,
get into bed, and close the door'

It's all the same to me
I dont wanna know the difference anymore
It's not as if there's still a whole new different world
i can explore

But I wont leave
wont go nowhere
Just keep mistaking empty stares as love

There's no one else
No other one
I'll keep pretending til youre done with love
Youre the only one who could give me...

Blonde Curls. Pinks. Platforms and Giggles Part 1: 90s Boybands

2010-05-06T23:51:00.000-07:00

Blonde Curls. Pinks. Platforms and Giggles
Part 1
Boy Bands

Today we have jejemons, back in the 90's we have boy bands.
Yes, I purchased a Moffats album. Yes I burned it already, I even spat at the ashes.

Good thing I have an older brother who opened my ears to Pearl Jam, Nirvana,
Eraserheads, Rivermaya and Metallica.

The Backstreet Boys

Backstreet Boys are an American vocal group, formed in Orlando, Florida in 1993. The band originally consisted of A. J. McLean, Howie Dorough, Brian Littrell, Nick Carter and Kevin Richardson.
(God bless wikipedia!)

They rose to fame with their self-titled debut album Backstreet Boys. Their oh- so popular songs then are
Get Down (get down get down and move it all around hehehe) and Quit Playin' Games (with my heart) which
I sung in music class because "Two Become One" by the Spice Girls was just too difficult for me.

.

N'Sync
Again another American boy group consisted of
Chris Kirkpatrick, Lance Bass, JC Chasez, Justin Timberlake and Joey Fatone.
As per wikipedia, they are the 3rd most popular boy group ever, ( New Kids on the Block is on the top spot, and The Backstreet Boys on the 2nd)But from what I have googled I think they are much stable than the Backstreet Boys now.
Some of their songs are "It's tearin' up my heart" which I danced to when I was 13. and "God Must've Spent..." which
a gay friend sung to me, to express her undying love.

5ive

were an English boyband put together in 1997 by the same team that formed the Spice Girls and was signed by Simon Cowell of American Idol. The five members were Scott Robinson, Ritchie Neville, J Brown, Richard 'Abs' Breen and Sean Conlon. I'm not sure if you can call their songs popular, but here are some that I am familiar with
"Until the time is through" and "When the lights go out". I have both these songs in my Ipod, under "Iya and Pau's Jologs Moment" playlist.

The Moffats
I think the Jonas Brothers grew up listening to the Moffats. ( I will not laugh).
Yes, I bought their first album, I even cried to my mom, because she wouldn't buy me one.
So I saved my allowance instead. The Moffats was a Canadian pop band, composed of Scott, the non twin.
Clint, Bob and Dave are triplets, and probably products of fertility pills? Here are the list of songs from their 1st Album. I can't distinguish which one's the most popular, because I used to love them all. ( Hey, I was immature and stupid!)

"Wild At Heart" – 3:25
"Miss You Like Crazy" – 3:49
"Say'n I ♥ U" – 2:27
"Girl Of My Dreams" – 3:39
"Crazy" – 3:36
"Don't Walk Away" – 3:03
"Now And Forever" – 3:18
"Love" – 3:09
"I'll Be There For You" – 4:16
"Girl I'm Gonna Get You" – 3:47
"We Are Young" – 3:41
"If Life Is So Short" – 4:02
"Jump" – 4:10
"Miss You Like Crazy" (Unplugged) – 3:10

Blue
Another boy band from England. Now you can hate me for liking this group, because I was already in
my 4th Year in High School, when I liked them. But I didn't buy their albums, I just didn't switch the channel when their video is on. Blue is consisted of four singers: Simon Webbe, Lee Ryan, Duncan James and Anthony Costa.
Some of their popular songs back then are "All rise" and "If you come back"

* these are the 90s boyband I googled today. more boybands on Part two"

Fabulous Finds: Old Creepy Ads Part 2

2010-05-01T01:41:00.001-07:00

Fabulous Finds: Old Creepy Ads Part 1

2010-05-01T01:21:00.001-07:00

Fabulous Finds: Competitive Advertising I

2010-05-01T00:57:00.000-07:00

Oh God bless the beautiful minds of advertising people!

Fabulous Finds: The McDonald's Videogame

2010-05-01T00:30:00.000-07:00

The McDonald's Video Game
Bribery. Mutation. Salt and Fat. How can one not love this game?

Stunners : What she did for love

2010-05-01T00:17:00.000-07:00

www.stunning-stuff.com

Political Rant

2010-04-30T08:49:00.000-07:00

I just saw a friend's status about what happened to her in the American Embassy, and the phrase "corruption is embedded in the Filipino roots" bothered me.What bothered and still bothers me is how I did not react to the phrase itself. It was like a declaration of a fact, that needs not be discussed. Like saying, ice is cold and that the fire is hot.

Which is just sad.

Before anything else, let me say that I am neither administration/ opposition supporter, and I have never cared for political parties. I support those whose ideas I agree with. Regardless of their wealth, their extra-marital involvements, and political color.

I believe that corruption is not just the fault of those who are in government, but to those who helped them be seated in those positions.I'm not just pertaining to Senators, Mayors or Presidents. I am including baranggay counselors and chairmans. These people are also a part of the government, and the closest to the people at that.

I am not talking about who helped who during his/her campaign/ nor who helped his/her cheat. I am talking about voters and how we are treated as.

Here are some facts.

Our former maid's hometown is in Mindanao, (sorry I have forgotten where exactly), she used to tell me that they don't have TV at home, and there can't watch news. The only presidential candidate she knows prior to her arrival in Manila, is Erap.

Many of my friends are not voters, they are in the 23-30 age bracket.

On Voters and Non Voters

I have experienced talking to activists before, spoken to them about what they is wrong about the government.Some of the answers I got were quite inconsistent and senseless up to some point, the others I got were quite idealistic and were enlightening. But When I asked them, do they vote. They all answered no.

And these are the people who risks getting attacked by policemen. I have nothing against activists, my father was one, and he's the most intelligent man I have ever known. All I am saying is that these people would rather be hit, and be bombarded with sewer water, than vote. How many filipinos are like them? One of their votes could have been the vote to upped the scale towards another candidate.

Campaigns

One of the walls in our house is full of campaign posters with annoying slogans, with good recall factors. But what does it say about their capability to govern? Nada. Whether we like it or not. Government positions, are not so different from regular jobs. It's much complex, even. We are talking about dealing with crime rates, economics, law, social and financial stability, so where are the credentials? Where are the resumes? In some way, we are the bosses of this country. Their salary comes from the taxes deducted from us every month, and from every purchase we make. and instead of showing us their certifications or whatever proofs they can provide to convince voters that they are capable of governing this country, They make us listen to jingles, watch cheesy commercials and read annoyingly stupid slogans.

Have a Zen Wedding

2010-04-30T08:19:00.000-07:00

Zen Events @ Blogspot

Zen Events

The name ZEN events was inspired by the Japanese concept of ZEN -- peace and tranquility. As we believe that an event is successful when all elements of the event come together harmoniously beginning with (1) conceptualization -- all ideas must pull together to create the target look and feel of the event, (2) planning -- as we work with the ideas we have come up with together, we will come up with a budget plan, time table and other tools that will allow us to work well without worrying about running out of time or going beyond budget, (3) preparations -- when we have finalized all the details of your event, we now have a guide to make sure that nothing is left out, that even the most minute details are taken care of and carefully considered, so that on the day of the event; (4) execution -- will come smooth and

flawless, where all your ideas and loving care for each painstaking detail does not only make for the most perfect event, it is also appreciated by each and every one of your guests.

Of Broken Hearts and Pornography

2010-04-30T05:48:00.000-07:00

First of all, I want to say hello to all of my 12,798 imaginary followers, 4 real followers (Sam Guison, O-lover Loyola (Sorry naman Ola, ang sarap sabihin ng O-lover eh), Pauline Tan-Torres Cardenas of Zen Events, and William Elvin, Vox-Happy Days Ahead)and my twitter account.

( Don't ask me why I have a twitter account, I had a bad day, the next thing I know I was micro-blogging)

I was planning to give praise to the band Happy Days Ahead, because their song has been chosen as my new mojo song. But the incoherent person that I am will not succumb to regularity and normalcy.That, and that I am not really a good writer.But I loved their song so much they got me thinking about coping with life entirely.

Mojo=chases away bad juju

I am the lucky ones who have learned to embrace the calm that nicotine- induced smokes provides and to occasionally kiss those alcohol bottle's lips. The latter, I resort to when a heartache is involved, and my latest method is listening to mojo music. Yes, not unique at all. In fact my methods of aversion are quite mainstream already. So I googled if there are any other ways. I got weird results so I just made a list, on my own. (Ma, I finally made it!)

Please note that, these method may or may not be healthy. If you use these "mojos" please do see a professional just to be sure.

1. Monologuing

- Girl: Alone in the bathroom, facing a mirror. "Why?...No. I can do this."

2. Inflicting physical pain on self or others

-Some people think that hurting themselves, somehow helps them forget the emotional pain. And some hurt other people because they think it makes them powerful again, and therefore not so vulnerable anymore.

3. Eating

-Happy food. Need I say more?

4.Shopping

- This I don't actually get. But maybe it is power thing again? Since you don't have the power to shield your heart from the pain, at least you can still exercise your buying power?

5. Drugs

- Some people cry, some people get high.

6. Pornography

(Note: I do not watch pornography, I star in them. hehehehe).

-This is if you are already married and at least 18 years of age.

(Yes, I am talking to you Zenon Marcus Cardenas, aren't you too young to read? You're only 3!)

-some people cry, some people get high and some people get self-helped natural high. And since some are too depressed to...you know. They get assistance from visuals which comes in vcd's dvd's, vcr's and whatnot.

(I also have a theory that the Adult Film industry helped door locks manufacturers greatly)

I will research more on some other mojos, but for the mean time. please enjoy the music of Happy Day's Ahead. Feel free to guess which song is my mojo song :)

http://happydaysahead-fm.blogspot.com/

william elvin

Incoherent Thoughts

2010-04-29T07:58:00.001-07:00

Just got up from my late afternoon siesta, after scanning some journal entries and pondering about how I threw a huge portion of my life away. Here I am, blank. My slate's wiped clean. And I think I am the best state to write because everything that pops into mind...I will write...or type. Thus, very honest. I know most people will disagree, especially those who know me because I'm known for distorting the truth. Truth.

Is there really an untapped truth? Pure uninhibited thoughts? I wonder how would life be If all people are honest. Like when I ask someone something they would respond to it immediately without considering my possible reactions. A reaction that will also be honest, a reaction without withheld emotion. A reaction unbacked by rationality. Just pure ol' honesty. I wonder how life would be if evil is absent. Evil.

Who knew evil was evil? What makes an act evil? Am I evil? I have sinful pleasures. I am neither pure nor am I most unpure. But what makes my pleasure sinful? If it's so pleasing? How can be something be so bad and yet so good? Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Pride, Envy, Lust, Avarice. I experience them all. I know my pleasures are sinful because it has been labeled as such ever since time can tell. But these are human emotions, these are human wants and for an unlucky handful they are even needs.

Needs. Needs that they must acquire at all means. Yes, i am talking about the sick ones, and no, I am not one of them. I'm just trying to fill more space. Space.

That is what my head is abundant with. Space. In between thoughts is a series of gap, which is either i chose to skip or just vacant. Maybe those spaces aren't spaces at all, maybe I just have to dig in because I am a state where I stopped considering the essence of what is really important, and maybe in those spaces lies what's important. a fragment of thought my mind can no longer decipher ar maybe have forgotten how to decipher that it has considered is as a space. maybe thoughts work in shift, that at sleep those spaces turns into dreams.

Dreams. Ever since I decided to work hard in school and now...at work. I stop having the moment in the morning where you think about your dream last night. In fact, I can no longer remember my last dream. I have been worrying on the silliest things. Like how to look hot, where to dine, what to drink, what to give, when to kiss, when to fuck, when to stop talking, what to say.... I stopped living.

Dinner is served.

The Last Sip of It

2010-04-29T07:51:00.001-07:00

This happened, monday morning. around 3 am or something. I wasn't really sure 'cause I was half asleep then.

We took my kuya to the hospital ER(St. Luke's), cause he can no longer tolerate the pain he was(and still) experiencing that time. After being X-rayed, given some shots, my mom got too tensed and her bp shot to the ceiling. So, there we were, sitting by the triage, my brother waiting for his x-rays, my mom waiting for her test results as well, then the door burst.

I am used to seeing people getting rushed to the hospital. I have never experienced something like this. it's not actually extra ordinary, in fact, this sort of thing happens every second, everywhere, it happened to one of my family...and that made it so terrifying.

There he was, frail, unwrapped, bare with only his grey underwear to cover the remaining dignity...and his half existence. a twenty-ish man in an orange razrback, denim shorts, and banyo slippers ( you know the white one with the red straps), and a woman (not his wife, but their landlady) in a worned-out blue floral duster/daster (tama ba?) by his side.

The man on the stretcher was about 60 years old, thin, with skin hanging effortlessly on his most likely underweight body. He reminded me of our old baranggay captain, Mang Doro. His face looks like a teacher's...

There he was being shocked, injected with drugs that will push his heart to move. While those who accompanied him, where being pushed back into the triage.

The guy in the orange razrback turned out to be his nephew. According to him, he just returned from his work...(probably call center) and his uncle just took a bath, and was preparing himself to work. He took a sip of coffee, then he suddenly gagged, then choked. The landlady added that the man was already cold, even before they reached the ER, she said she saw how the sparkle left the man's eye.

~flat line. The doctors, declared him DOA.

I wonder what I would be doing last before I die. My last puff of smoke? My last brush stroke? My last design? My last campaign? Who would witness how life will leave my eyes? Who would cry? Who would laugh? Who would pray that my soul burn in hell? Who would hold my hand till my heart beats it's last?

Who would've thought it was his last sip of coffee?

My Lilac Dream

2010-04-29T07:36:00.000-07:00

Here I lay on purple sheets and lilac dreams, but still I wait for slumber. my eyes are closed but my mind is afar, searching for what I lack, hoping that you wont provide the answer.

My tears pours and my heart bleeds. Your image shakes me sane, though your image is but a blur. I no longer know who you really are. how I long for you, but I dont want to be reminded of how I loved the way you speak of burning trees, lullabyes, wuthering heights, and the setting sun we both despise.

The mere idea of your blurred image makes me tremble. My hands shakes, my blood rises, my knees weaken, only you can tempt me...again and again...

I have laid my ears on the floor so i can hear your footsteps, so i can run when i have to... but I end up wanting to hear more from you. Your footsteps are enough to hurt me. enough to remind me of where I am suppose to be, unattached from the floor and away from the doors that will lead me to you. but how I love how you hurt me...

You have turned me into a masochistic person who craves for pain, and only you can inflict that pain...only you can hurt me over and over again, you have turned me into a person who depends on pain for calmness. you have destroyed me, and I am fully aware of it, yet i still long for you.

fuck you!

I have become my own person. I have learned to sleep on purple sheets and dream of lilac. I have vanished the ogres you have created inside of my head. I have learned to detach myself from the floor on which you stepped and crushed my soul. I have grown fond of the setting sun and I have molded myself anew.

I have gone over the feeling of shrinking lungs and contracting diaphragm everytime you tell me I am the only you will ever need... but I'm not sure anymore. you made me question everything again.

i belong to another. fuck you.

Happy Days Re-posted III: A comeback blog

2010-04-29T07:33:00.000-07:00

A comeback blog. bow. Try saying it continuously. Loves it.

6:12pm, I stood up, walked the corridor without eyeing my reflections on the glasses that surrounded me. Went straight to the scanner. 014204 Dedel, Elissa Cris-Out 6:18pm. Reached for the leftover dunhill cigarettes in my pocket, another hand reached for the lighter in my other pocket.

I am still not tired. And I can honestly and proudly declare that I have not exceeded the allowable level of sugar intake. In fact the only sugar that went into my system is the Coke Sakto I gloriously emptied during lunch.

Some people have troubles finding a job that they actually enjoy, and at the same time provide them proper/ enough compensation. I am not one of those. Im not bragging...there's a but. I belong to the well compensated w/ enjoyable jobs portion of the working force, but I have become restless. Not that my job has hindered me from resting.

I wake up 7:00 am everyday...even on weekends. My body clock has gone accustomed to my daily workday raising that even if I force myself to wake a little later on weekends, I just cant. I can't lie on the bed if i'm not going to sleep. I can't even finish a whole dvd film, because at the middle of the movie, An idea will pop into mind, then I would have to go down and face my laptop, create and artwork then email it to my office email-add. I cant stay 24 hours in the house, because after doing all the possible chores within the house, I end up blank, with nothing else to do. I don't watch TV anymore because there's nothing good in it. I've watched all the dvd series that I bought.

I could go to the mall but everytime I go, I always end up spending all my savings. And I hate crowded malls. I could go to my mom and talk, but she always end up sleeping. I could go to my boyfriend's but I don't want to, because we'll just end up watching dvd's and doing nothing which bores me. I could visit my bestfriend Kasumi, but I'll just end up a trhird wheel because she's always with Jake.

So what's left for me to do? Well I could drown myself in alcohol so I'll be knocked down, I can't I'm acidic. I can die. Yeah. I can work. But the extra work I do at home is not paid for.

If you think I'm whining, I'm not. I am merely informing you of the step by step details that I have come unto, and the product of it which I will not reveal yet. Why? Because I'm one nasty bad ass. hahahahaha.

So anyway.

I finished the cigarette.

Walked myself to the gate, greet the guard goodbye.

At Home, At last. I twisted the knob and let myself in. I turned on the laptop and undressed the whole time that Windows was loading.

Control Panel>Add/Remove Programs>Adobe Photoshop CS3

Control Panel>Add/Remove Programs>Macromedia Freehand MX

Control Panel>Add/Remove Programs>Corel Draw X3

Control Panel>Add/Remove Programs>Adobe Illustrator

Picked up my PSP, attached the USB to the laptop. Copied The Godfather:Mob Wars.

I am gonna be partially bum from now on.

Happy Days Re-posted II: Here She Goes Again

2010-04-29T07:28:00.000-07:00

Here's another old entry of mine, from my old multiply site. Why am I reposting my blogs? Because I don't want to visit my old site again. It's full of hurtful memories, and the blogs I am reposting are just too hard for me to let go. Yes, I admit, I'm a wacko.

"I loved you, but I had to leave. I have to regain my pride. I have to unlearn the humility that you taught me. I left you with immeasurable love in my heart, because I deserve the pain, and you deserve my tears. Tears are all what's left for me to offer. I left with the least amount of pride and loads of pain. I will never hate you.

It remains unclear to me how I ended up being so unhappily in love with a person. God knows I was so in love with you but I have grown numb of the other senses. I was no longer certain if I was happy or if I was just creating a theatrics of happiness so I can hold on. I lost respect for myself because I have become someone I am not... I overlooked these things, I was busy pursuing ideas on what I should do to become the person that best suits you. And on how I can improve my positives to equal your negatives, and how to lessen my negatives so you'll have more positives. I stopped wanting to be a princess I've always aimed to be. I set aside that aim because I fear disappointment.

Im sure that if we cross paths, you'll probably won't even look at me, you'll hate me, you'll say the nastiest of things. Even so, I loved you, and I miss you. I will just keep on telling myself that you agreed to let go of me because you want me to regain what I lost, to become who I was when you first met me, and because for the moment we had been together you have counted me as one of your friends and you understand what I seek."

Happy Days Re-posted I: Of Vacation Leaves and Impulsive Car-owners

2010-04-29T07:16:00.000-07:00

I am on vacation leave today. And I'm just gonna spend it sipping my instant coffee... watch "the boleyn girl", "trainspotting"(again), "interview with the vampire", "girl interrupted", "ed wood" and "mirrormask"(again), and if time may allow...I'll watch the whole gossipgirl series,and maybe just maybe... I'll try to shed what we ate at Modern China.

(Btw, Two thumbs up for the fried milk. It's uber delicious! I loved everything they served. I highly recommend Modern China @ Glorietta. It's kinda pricey but it's worth it. We had the set C which is kinda ironic, cause they call it value meal, but it's around 10k)

I have not posted one picture this whole april because I haven't got the time to downsize the pictures. They're not actually multiply friendly, it's like 100mb each. SLR's has their cons..hehehe.

At first, and honestly speaking, this blog's purpose is to be a reminder of what pictures I'll post later on. But at the moment, as the words go through my mind, I had a realization instead. I've never been home almost all the weekends of this month.

I've been travelling alot lately. And this is the real first day that I can actually call vacation ever since...hmmm...well, thesis. Shite.

I am very fond of beaches, the sand, the untapped nature that I had explored and will explore, but I am not a fan of the travelling itself, the sitting on a vehicle for hours and hours, and the uncomfortable sleeping. It's effin hateful.

Hmmm... where have i been lately? ( this is the moment where, on movies, the whole frame gradually fades and a monochrome scene gradually appears hahahaha)

Last Friday of March, we were sitting on the GCaf, having our oh so ever over priced lunch, and as I was chewing the last portion of the my consented additional poundage, a plan to go to Baguio was finalized. And the plan was to go there, right after work. Don't you just love it when almost everyone of your impulsive friends has a car? We didn't even bother to go to our individual homes. We headed right after work, since we got everything we need in the office, Jackets and Pants? Say hi to Jane's samples which btw are not in the store yet. Tops? Hmm... My samples has just arrived and the fit needs to be evaluated. Slippers? Say hello to TeenLab, and the story of Baguio I will post later on together with the pictures, Once I have downsized it, that is.

1st Week of April
(I have removed the entry here, because it's a reminder of a rather humiliating event, which lead to a relationship with a rather humiliating person)

2nd week of april

Friday: Reah's Shower Party. Dinner at fridays and the next events I will only reveal to my great granddaughters. hehehehe.

Saturday:Reah's "White Birthday Partay" at Astoria Plaza, Ortigas Business Center, A little booze here, food there, the scrumptious cake, Which I was given a very sinful portion, and Georgia's baloons and fortune telling! Love Yah Doda!

Again, the pictures, I will post together with the ones I will grab from Doda. hehehehe.

3rd week of April

Reah's wedding @ Sonya's Garden, Tagaytay. I wonder how was Reah and Georgia with their herb gardening and cooking? hehehehe

Baby Era Engras-Wahing's Christening. Kookai and I are godmothers...again. for the nth time... I can't count how many inaanaks I have already.

The White Tank Top

2010-04-29T06:57:00.000-07:00

Photo taken by Kristel Ching, Edited by yours truly.

The Versatility of the White Tank Top.

When we had this picture taken, we were just messing around each other.
And since taking weird pictures of each other has become a habit of me and the girls, no specific thought or concept was going through us.

We just went from, "Hey, take a picture of me and Rede, we're both wearing tanks" then I put on my favorite red ribbon and voila! A picture of contrasting personalities wearing white tank tops. Am I making any sense? Yeah, I think so too.

La Union Escapades. Photos by Kenn Jimenez

2010-04-29T06:37:00.000-07:00

My friend, Kenn Jimenez is starting his own photography studio and this is one way of advertising him.
Although I don't really have followers at all. Hahahaha.

I am not a beach person, but I sooo love La Union.
I went there last Holy Week. Stayed there for 7 days and 6 nights.
Thank you Kasumi Takagi, for bringing me there, Kenn Jimenez for the wonderful photos and the
entertainment, and Tita Ara and Tito Nat, for welcoming me in your home.

Jejemonsters

2010-04-29T06:02:00.000-07:00

Please be reminded that I have nothing against the so called "jejemons".
But this is just so funny, I just can't help myself from posting this.
After seeing this "phenomenon", I can't help but come up some theories.

"That Jejemons are very dedicated and hardworking people"
Typing like the way they do is just soooo tiresome.
It takes a lot of dedication and patience, for a person to accomplish something so annoyingly complex.

"That Jejemons are, in a rather weird way, are creative"
The see letters as decors, which most people don't see. They give "flowery language" a new meaning.
But they have exerted all the creative efforts in Typography, that there's nothing left for the other arts.
Like Photography. 93 photos, one pose. Ain't life grand.

Remember me? Remember what you did? This is not payback, but this really made me feel good.
Be thankful I blurred your face.

The Shower Cap Girls: Iya Dedel

2010-04-19T06:24:00.000-07:00

The Shower Cap Girls : Iya Dedel
This is how I would look like if I were a counterproductive, not so super, superhero. I wouldn't be a helpful character to the neighborhood, nor am I going to be appreciated by those who I will try to help, but at least, I look like I have "attitude" My super powers? I can wear a lot of mesh and fur without sweating! Cool, right?

The Shower Cap Girls: Rede Jaurigue

2010-04-18T07:33:00.000-07:00

The shower cap idea, actually came from when a former colleague, went to China. It was raining and they saw an old woman wearing a raincoat and a shower cap. hehehehe.

They asked me to do an illustration of our costumes. I don't want athletic, I don't want capes. I want fabulosity!!!

Do they look superhero-ish at all? Hahahahaha. Either way, I'm proud of these illustrations.

Left, is the illustration depicting Rede's costume. There's a ball underneath the skirt, so she wouldn't have to walk. She'll just roll, or bounce if she wants to.

Great Awards Night

2010-04-18T05:23:00.000-07:00

with derek ramsey, celebrity endorser for Oxygen

Kristel Ching, Arlene Aguilar, Jean Perez (Merchandise Manager), Rede Jaurigue, Pau Reyes and yours truly

Arlene, Rede, Myself and Pau

we can't get enough of Derek Ramsey, Angelica you're so lucky...

myself, pau and kristel

Great Awards Night, March 19, 2010

@ Ayala Museum

( From Left to Right)

Rede Jaurigue,Designer

Arlene Aguilar, Product Development MAnager

Pau Reyes, Designer

Iya Dedel (Myself), Designer

Kristel Ching, Designer

pearls,laces,and fascinators candies, booze, smoke and mirrors

2010-04-18T04:30:00.000-07:00

Why the title? I sort of miss Dr. Seuss and I feel like rhyming.

Here's my look for the March 2010 Great Awards Night.

The girls and I decided to go for the classic, and ever so reliable LBD.

All I can say is,Black is back!

and may I quote Señor Lev Rodriguez of Rodrigue de Alba

"We are not overdressed, they are underdressed!"

And may I say that it was the best Great Awards ever!

The cheapskate that I am is proud to say that I bagged this look for less than 2 thousand pesos only.

Kirara and Friends: Love Life

2010-04-18T03:48:00.000-07:00

Kirahrah (she prefers it with an "h" now because she observed that names with "h" are considered cool in some places in Metro Manila)and her very ethnic boyfriend from the Mekikiwaow Tribe of Congressional Avenue, Quezon City, Nigel Weisenhower.

Kirahrah and Nigel met in a dark alley in east Tondo, when Nigel was on his way home from an outreach project, (Oha!) he helped street children by teaching them how to make stiletto heels out of candy wrappers. Kirahrah on the other hand was on her way to a Hilot, because her neck hurts, and she doesn't know why.

@ The Dark Alley

Nigel: Thinks(Susgid! Ang mga bata na yun kay kukuit, boti na lang pag inambaan ko ng dus por dus nag qui-quiet naman shela) (Translation: OMG, Those kids are so annoyung, Good thing they got scared when I told them I'll hit them with a 2X2)

Kirahrah: Uki pala dito sa Maneyla, miski gabi adaming tao. Dami nag hahapi hapi, ay daming inuman!

(Translation: Wow, Manila is great! There are a lot of people out, even at night, a lot of people are having a happy time and drinking!)

Nigel bumped into Kirahrah.

Kirahrah: Nabangga mo ko! I love you! ( You bumped into me, I love you!)

Nigel: Ha? A okay. (What? Right.)

Name: Nigel Weisenhower

Birthdate: August 12, 1981

Birthplace: Unknown

Height: 6'7

Weight: 210lbs

Language/s: French, Tagalog, Chabakano, Bisaya and Russian

Favorite Movie/s: Pedro Penduko, Bituing Walang Ningning, Can this be love, When I Met You

Kirara and Friends: Welcome to the Urban Jungle

2010-04-18T03:02:00.000-07:00

Kirara: "Shan ka naka keyta ng kengki karli hur na may vangs and rebon ala john galliano? Ako lang day!" (Where have you seen someone with kinky-curled hair with bangs, and ribbon a la John Galliano's? Just me, Girl!"

Line plan has officially ended for this month and I can breathe well again. After a week of never ending research, revisions and blood letting, the day to be a normal human has come, again.

Please be informed that yes,these photos were taken in the office, and that we did this after all the requirements has been submitted,have browsed all the sites that we can browse(in English and Tagalog, of course. To make us go into russian sites is really punishing you know, may even be illegal and is just plain evil. They have weird letters!), and have evaluated everything that must be evaluated.

We were just blowing off steam. Please believe us dear CEO, VP's and Mancom. We are normally hardworking.

Readers, I present to you, Kirara the by-product of a week's nightmare, lost of 3000 cc's of blood, boredom and cameras. Oh, how I love my job. (Please don't fire me)

Name: Kirara Blythe Sanlinguhit

Nickname: Baby K

Birthdate: Actual Birth : January 12, 1985, on Birth Certificate: February 14, 1985

Birthplace: Himamaliw Island, Northernmost Island of the Philippines. the island in between Philipines and Taiwan

Height: 5'3 without the 'fro, 5'10 with the 'fro

Weight: 110lbs without the 'fro, 138 with the 'fro

Occupation: Occupied

Favorite Color: Red

Favorite Authors: Kafka, Haruka Murakami, Bret Easton Ellis, JD Salinger (Dep ako na tao ano kala mo sken? Shelow?)

Favorite TV Show : "Wo Hen Ai Ni", "Ni Hen Piao Liang", "Mama de Xeng Re", Taiwanese channels kasi nasasagap namin na channel dun sa Himamaliw e.

Kick Off!

2010-04-18T02:47:00.000-07:00

This is the 3rd blog site that I have created. and I hope I don't forget the password this time.

Just to make sure, I saved my password on my Ipod, on my celphone and on my laptop.

What is happening to me.

Maybe I should seek professional help with regards to this memory issue that I'm having.

Anyways. Welcome to my blog.