| Easter Bunnies |
[12 April 09 @ 02:11 am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 energetic |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Silver Apples of the Moon |
] |
Happy Easter Everyone!
I can't believe my last post was 30 weeks ago. :-) Then it must have been 30 weeks since the last time I had time to write for myself. Funny how a job in publishing can make you write so much about everything, yet give you little time to write about the things that actually involve you. But that, among other things will change. I've promised (myself) to start writing that fat novel again (if I can find my first draft saved in some obscure CD), and I will, most definitely, blog regularly (for good).
To everyone who has been asking me, I'm doing pretty well with work, since I find myself enjoying it immensely. One of the best things about being editor is that I actually get to create something from scratch every single month (well save for the March-April which is our double issue). I'll let you know more about it as we go along.
I'm currently in between drafts for something and other, while watching a Taiwan drama that I will not name until I finish. It must be told, however, that I really believe that chemistry between two lead characters matter more than dashing leading men. With it, your heart will accept the irrational characters and deus ex machina plots unconditionally. Without it, the actors can only serve as eye candy (as with the last HYD version that I watched). That's why I'm awfully worried about some shows that are currently being rehashed for local tv. *Sigh*
Alright, 5 minute break is over. Time to go back to writing. X.X
A, if you're reading this, I miss you already. See you next week. ^_^
|
|
| Gossip Girl Event on Sept 19! Get invites in the SugarSugar Debutante Issue! |
[09 September 08 @ 02:17 pm] |
|
SUGARSUGAR September 2008 Special Debutante Issue
On the cover:
Dawn Balagot, Einar Ingebrigsten and Marlon Stockinger
ROCKER CHIC
Dawn Balagot on Family, Fun, and Celebration
TRAD OR NON-TRAD?
What's the debut for you?
COOL GUYS EINAR AND MARLON
Loving the Pinoy in them
BEST debut themes and suppliers
ENDLESS IDEAS!!!
Beauty
Fashion
Gifts
The Click Five's JOE GUESE collectible poster
EXCLUSIVE!!!
GOSSIP GIRL Premium Items Up for Grabs
(PLUS Get invited to the most exciting get-together of GG fans on Sept. 19!!!)
|
|
| OMG OMG I'm so happy! |
[21 July 08 @ 03:28 pm] |
|
After 4 months of sleepless nights, Starbucks and junkfood
I MADE IT!
Congratulations to the new architects!
I'll be posting my thank you list tomorrow. :-)
Have a great day everyone. :-)
|
|
| Reading List (From Karen) |
[04 July 08 @ 11:35 am] |
Not that I'm off the hook, but I have a bit of time tonight after a long day. :-)
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own multiply so we can try and track down these people who've read and force books upon them ;)
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare (Not all! Haha ^_^)
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte's Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
|
|
| Happy Birthday A! |
[11 May 08 @ 08:07 pm] |
|
Happy happy joy joy day! See you in a bit :-)
|
|
| My new baby |
[30 April 08 @ 10:30 am] |
|
Welcome home shashinki-chan!
|
|
| Filipino Beliefs in Architecture |
[18 April 08 @ 10:37 am] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Louis I. Kahn and the Ruins of Rome - Vincent Scully |
] |
Between studying structural framing systems and writing stories on Santorini, body art, and other stories, let me share some interesting Filipino beliefs regarding design, building and construction. I also included beliefs based on Feng Shui that I use for my projects (but we usually consult geomancers for most residential projects anyway). I got most of these from Sir O, but please add more if you remember anything else.
Design
1. The number of steps in a flight of stairs must fall on the count of oro (gold), or plata (silver), but it should never fall on mata (death). [I always count stairs and am always wary of homes that have stairs that fall in mata, hehe]
2. Doorways should not face each other.
3. Main doors should not face where the sun sets.
4. The house plan should not be shaped like a cross.
5. Doorways facing the street directly is unlucky (tumbok).
6. Trees must not block the morning sun.
7. Stairs should face the east, mountains or rivers.
8. Windows should not face the bottom of the stairway.
9. Areas under the stairs should not be walkable.
10. The septic tank vault should not be placed under the roof.
11. The oven should face the rising sun.
12. The roof should not slant towards the front of the lot.
13. Doors should not face each other.
14. Wide windows should not face the neighbor's house.
15. Bedroom doors should face the foot of the bed.
16. Avoid drainage pipes under the bed.
17. The bedroom should be higher than the living room.
18. Stairways should not face doors.
19. The kitchen stove should be aligned with the sink.
20. Windows should not be placed on the wall of the headboard.
21. Bed should not face a wall with a watercloset.
22. Waterclosets must not face doors.
23. Do nor place the altar under the stairs.
24. Exposed columns should be round to facilitate chi.
25. Columns should be even and not divisible by 4.
Lot selection
1. Triangular lots are unlucky.
2. Lots with frontage that is smaller than the rear is unlucky.
3. A lot facing east if favorable.
Construction
1. Avoid starting construction when the year is about to end (korteng supot).
2. Place coins, religious medals, or chicken blood in the foundations for prosperity and protection before pouring the concrete.
3. Never use materials that once belonged to a church. (Sacrilege!)
4. Groundbreaking should be set on a Monday or when the moon is growing in size.
5. Do not break ground on February as the month only has 28 days.
6. Initial concrete pouring should commence when the moon is growing, or better yet, when the moon is full.
7. Do not move in on a Tuesday or Friday, or the 13th of the month.
8. The order of things to bring inside the house is as follows: religious symbols first (santos etc) containers with symbols for nourishment such as water, rice, salt; and then money (from spiritual to material).
9. Upon entering the house you must open all lights. (I do this every New Year din, haha)
|
|
| Birthday Binge Day One |
[21 February 08 @ 12:34 am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 awake |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Beatnik Beach - The Go-Go's |
] |
Birthdays, for most, are a time for debauchery and celebration. On a normal, non-working birthday holiday, I would have shared the dip plop drinking sentiment, but this year I face a trunkload of paperwork to shred (yes I am leaving, it’s about time Clementine), suitcases of clothes (borrowed) for styling to return without forfeiting the time clause, and an assembly line of writing and design debts that require my undivided attention and Tender Loving Creativity.
So this year instead of throwing one supernova bash, I’m keeping to small isolated explosions, each one made memorable by these groups of fabulous people who have shared birthdays past and will share geriatric soirees with future crumbling bones and calcium-deficient me.
T’was the Eve
As most know, I am a sucker for traditions, especially when - out of nowhere - the stars conspire and produce alignments that cause extraordinary events to happen. Or the stars create catastrophes that make me thankful for my knack for keeping a straight face at the most absurd situations.
The first Eve tradition is something we call, Coal Mine Overtime. Seems as if I am required by the karma gods to render twenty four hours of manual labor just before I turn a year older. Two Februaries ago, I was frantically tanning Treisha’s bum, fighting over the airtime for Nicole’s straw hat, and scouring the set for the cutest sunglasses for Karen B -- all for the Sandwich Sunburn music video. The year before that, I was makeup artist-cum-pornographer when I did a commissioned nude shoot with a ‘model’. It was one helluva memorable February 8 for me -- imagine taking guerilla nudes in the cubicles of Manila Penn, composing ‘tasteful’ topless shots by the bay lit only by headlights, and wrestling with the model’s seven-year old monster as he was, my goodness, hanging out with the crew. That one incident made me seriously reconsider my budding career in carnal photography, and I never did venture in these tepid waters since. Anyhow, for my 2008 birthday eve, I was in wag-po country showing shy women how to appreciate their own beauty (Thanks for the thumbs up Cher). This was the first part of my series of lectures on corporate makeup, a thinly-veiled workshop on confidence building using makeup. Not to debase all my other birthday eve activities, but this one made such a tremendous impact on my thirty newfound girlfriends that it set the mood for a new, inspiring year ahead.
The second tradition involves wine, dinner and song with Aurelio. This started a six blue moons ago, when we defied all parental instruction manuals and instead, went lamppost hopping until 4am, ending the night with a little waltz around the Matahimik apartment to the beats of Mr. Marley. We’ve been jitterbugging since, but this year I made it even more special by adding a pillow-dive to my bed. I was simply too tired to eat, drink, or even take my stilettos off. Hence we postponed the festivities for another night.
( Day 1 - February 9 )
And so the night turned to day, and I woke up with a feeling of distress. My article for Manila Bulletin should have been sent last night! (Sorry Kitten!) And so I huffed and hummed the last minute editing of the Discovery Shores feature for WE Destinations (this beauty will be out in a matter of days), debating with Lee Lee over diction and minor locutions that make writing (and editing) together a trigger for instant MMA bouts via Skype.
Upon submission of the much delayed article, Aurelio dragged me to the pick his gift. Aurelio is getting me a cat! I’ve always dreamed of having one, but sadly, I was not fortunate enough to be born into a family that liked felines. Instead we have 10 dogs, one turtle, and a Mister Green Chameleon my brother keeps in the fourth floor. On our way to Tiendesitas, we were greeted with a stern warning: fluffy Chinese dog MJ chased a hapless street cat up a bayabas tree.
Now I have this one big flaw. I am horribly, awfully, terribly, indecisive. So imagine the stress I had to endure while figuring out which creature I really wanted. Kitten or puppy; toy dog or guard dog (I was eyeing the chowchow); Persian or Siamese; dame or stud; pomeranian or shi tzu -- the possibilities were no only endless, they were exhausting. So before all the stores closed for the night, I choose the first pet I saw that night -- and I took the naughtiest chihuahua I’ve ever seen. Everyone, meet Don Vito.
I spent the rest of the night with my family, and well, playing with Vito. He's absolutely adorable!
Thanks Love! <3 <3
|
|
| Gong Xi Fa Cai! |
[06 February 08 @ 04:57 pm] |
Gong Xi Fa Cai!
Was too busy to visit Ongpin this year, but here are some of the superstitions that surround the Chinese New Year.
1. Open all possible openings to allow the old year to go out. (Check!)
2. House should be cleaned before New Year's Day, on the eve, all brooms, dusters, brushes, dust pans and other cleaning supplies are put away. No sweeping or dusting on New Year's Day as good fortune might get swept away. (Stopped with house cleaning, hehe, but everyone can start cleaning again on Friday)
3. Do not wash your air, as it would mean you washed away good luck for the New Year (Yikes. My hair reeks of marble dust from the jobsite)
4. Wear Red! (And we will)
5. Send out lai see (red envelopes with money) to children, unmarried friends, and relatives for good fortune. (This is for YOUR good fortune! So don't be kuripot)
6. All debts should be paid BEFORE the new year. Nothing should be lent on this day, since it means that you would be lending the entire year. (No exorbitant credit card charges today, darn)
7. Eliminate all negativity in your body for the whole day. Avoid the number 4 (death). References to the negative past should be avoided at all costs. (Then I'd better stay away from people who keep looking back.)
8. Because New Year activities set precedent, try not to do anything you don't want to keep doing for the rest of the year. (Will try not to make fun of other people, promise, hahaha!)
9. Do not use knives or scissors this year as this may cut off good fortune. (Hala! I should have scheduled that haircut with Louis Kee yesterday.)
10. The first person you meet, and the first words heard are significant to what the fortune will be for the entire year. (First person I heard today was Aurelio, who was on the road somewhere in Cavite at 430am. First words heard were "Hey love, I missed you." Hm... is this indicative of the thrust of our possible business venture this year? Thoughts.)
|
|
| In the Habit of Acquiring |
[29 December 07 @ 12:29 pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 drunk |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
I Wanna Be Sedated |
] |
Merry Christmas Everyone! In Lieu of a proper greeting post (been so busy with deadlines, parties and what-not), here's a little wake-upper I wrote last year November when I was still obsessing about Louis Vuitton and Fendi. Not that I don't feel the same way now, but I'm proud to say that I've recovered since then.
-------------------------------------------------------------
In the Habit of Acquiring
We are the slaves of objects around us, and appear little or important according as these contract or give us room to expand. - Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
To many, this season brings about the habit of acquiring things. It begins with a yearning, a deep sincere wish for an object or an event that one deems as important, essential even. As you think endlessly of this object, you tend to develop a sort of dependence, thinking that this is the ONE THING that would change your life. And perhaps, indeed, it may! Your spanking new black Macbook with the too-cool feature of a built-in webcam would make your dreams of becoming a big shot writer come true. “This is it”, you tell yourself. “If I get this, writing jobs would come crashing my gmail server, if I get this my life would change forever”. Such is also the logic of an aspiring photographer who has patiently waited and pined for that Canon 5D, convinced that it could jumpstart a lukewarm fashion photography career. Or what of the music connoisseur who will form a band if, and when he gets the following things (not necessarily in order): an ipod to store all his potential band songs, an electric guitar to learn the pentatonic scale, and a wow magic sing for daily vocalization. I for one thought along the same lines. Until of course I got the next best thing, the newest gadget, the latest “it” thing to have. And the cycle never stopped since then. After all, in the aftermath of the latest designer bag, there would still be the new anti-aging cream, or the spanking new luminosity foundation for a better photogenic you. I have often deluded, and argued, to myself that the acquisition of certain things would bring in unbelievable opportunity and would bring about a gargantuan change in my way of life. Years later you will realize that objects can never change you -- they can only expand your perspective. Acquiring the Fendi Spy bag will never give you instant status, nor will it make people forget that you have duped them into investing in your networking scheme. With it, however, you can make yourself believe that you are becoming better and better everyday, even if you’re pretty much just as psycho as you started. A new phone would not bring in new clients nor revive old ones that you have lost because of your neglect. It would be a means to get in touch with them, but it could only happen if you take that step. We like physical things because they are shortcuts to our dreams. Whether it is super stardom you seek or happiness in the arms of your childhood crush, these are tangible paths to that goal and that makes them easier to grasp than a greeting card standard of hope and love. Objects inspire people to go beyond their present lifestyle, sometimes for the good of mankind, oftentimes as an avenue for self-destruction. It is this dependence that makes us human, and as Buddhist monks would say, transcending materialism would lead to the divine. So next time you start writing your Christmas registry, remember that objects are merely tools of the trade, and should always be used as such. They help you gain perspective but it is always up to you to use them as an opportunity to transform your life. It is easy to get in the habit of acquiring, you simply have to want, and believe that this object is necessary for you to live properly. So what does it take? Diligence, persistence, and passion – standard greeting card stuff.
|
|
| Isang gabi bilog ang buwan |
[22 November 07 @ 12:57 pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 rejuvenated |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
One Note Samba |
] |
One night in San Pablo
we fell in love
with Rilke, over this
You Who Never Arrived
Rainer Maria Rilke
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me-- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house--, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...
Translated by Stephen Mitchell
|
|
| If You Wish To Be Removed From This List |
[05 November 07 @ 03:28 am] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Falling Slowly -- Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova |
] |
If You Wish To Be Removed From This List
by Jeanne Marie Beaumont
You must be more careful. You must wash your hands up to your elbows and dry them with a linen towel. You must say please. You must swallow your lumpy medicine. You must draw a card and return it to the deck. You must deny deny deny. You must put it in writing. You must write your name on a cup and pee in it. You must read Moby Dick. You must read Moby Dick again. You must perform forty hours of public penance. You must eat your spinach and finish your milk. You must shave. You must do windows. You must name names. You must demonstrate your ability to parallel park. You must share. You must lock the door and leave the key under the mat. You must change diapers. You must sift the dry ingredients and fold them into the wet ingredients. You must learn to work around the pain. You must drop a sack of unmarked bills in the trash bin by the sweetgum tree. You must forget what you just saw. You must produce your passport when asked: now. You must slip into something more uncomfortable. You must revise. You must, for your own protection, put on the blindfold. You must reset your clock. You must let the dog lie at the foot of the bed. You must pay the piper and leave a generous tip; use exact change. You must burn the dark letters. You must bail some water. You must forgive your mother. You must march to the river's edge. You must stop crying. You must give away your possessions to the poor. You must soak in bleach. You must pledge allegiance. You must summon the energy to clear the last hurdle. You must be very very brave. You must click your heels three times. Wish to be removed from this list, moved from this list, emptied of all words.
|
|
| Mooncake Musings |
[26 September 07 @ 01:04 am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
awake |
] |
It's 8:26pm. In EDSA we measure time in inches, in bumpers, in song cycles.
Before I begin, I would like to apologize for the long silence. Many people assumed that I fell apart when Snowy died -- guess it did, somehow, but like this extremely LSS worthy Superchick song goes, "If I get up I might fall back down again, so let's get up, come on". Should be my motto, eh?
It's been a while. I've been, well, busy. I'm currently juggling four different careers at the moment -- the first one being my day job, that of an apprentice in a design firm where I'm currently the project architect for a residential renovation and has since worked on several interesting short assignments like lighting, 3d rendering and form-finding studies. It's not easy, I know this now. Before I started working for somebody, I handled my little projects (several condos, homes with picket fences and homes with horizontal V-bars and automatic garage doors, among other things) like I'd handle my life -- just the way I want it. Here, pace, budget, and design aesthetic are completely out of my hands. Now there are real deadlines (my other projects had greater flexibility in terms of time frame), the clients are very demanding, and compared to my personal projects, I always need approval from both the principal and the client. My only relief is that our principal is kind enough to let us explore design as we would our own -- that we are given the opportunity to conceptualize, within the framework of the firm's design sensibilities of course. I've been tempted, many many many times to leave, but as of this time I feel as if I still have not learned enough, and that I have to keep pushing myself to improve in all aspects.
My secret life involves writing. It is a secret life full of new people, events, intrigues, and goody bags. As many of you know, I was born a writer first, a designer second. Writing is more than my therapy, it's what I want to do every single day of my life. With this I've become a 800 word churning machine for advertorials, catalogues, reviews, and stories that make other people happy. (I like making other people happy so I'm perfect for this job). I currently write for Manila Bulletin's About Weddings, Wedding Essentials, Sense and Style, MMPI's Girlfriend Magazine, Hair Asia Magazine, among others. Writing has not only exposed me to a lot of adventures, it also forced me to go outside my comfort zone, to interact with a great variety of people who have different ideologies than mine.
My third and fourth involves my two loves, makeup and styling. Though I only do around two shoots a week, I try to make sure that I each face I paint is etched forever in memory. I love making people beautiful. Even those who don't deserve to be (ahem). I'm totally at peace with my pace right now. Previously I would get agitated about not doing enough shoots, not enough weddings, not enough everything -- while around me everyone else is moving fast faster, I am spinning around aimlessly, flicking my brush at everyone who comes near, not painting a cohesive picture but rather a series of half done faces. I'm at peace now, no longer feeling stretched as I was before. A few weeks ago, in a fit caused by deadly deadline danger, I told LeeLee, "I used to be brilliant, now I'm just busy," promising to just stick to one thing for now because I felt so unfocused. I got over it after a few hours, and was even more determined to work harder than before.
With this, I would like to thank four people who have always believe in me -- Bianca, who pretty much jump started all of my careers (save for the architectural, but even with that helped me get my first job offer), for Rochelle who is both my publicist and dearest friend who pimped me to everyone she knew, for Marbee who believed in me when I first started, and gave me the most exciting stories to write, and finally to LeeLee, my lover and harshest critic, for keeping me on my toes while always on guard to catch me when I fall.
Have a blessed Moon festival everyone!
|
|
| Death in the family |
[13 July 07 @ 01:09 am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 infuriated |
] |
Our dog Snowy died today.
No, our dog Snowy was killed today.
She was hit by a raging Gold Fortuner at 10:40 pm. He didn't even stop. He could have saved her if he did. He would have saved her if he told us.He was our next door neighbor.
My mother, upon seeing the lifeless body of Snowy, was so distraught that she was howling. Howling. Howling. A strange sound when produced by humans. She was crying. I was crying. And while my brother tried to pacify us both, we held Snowy in our arms and hugged her, kissed her, wished her back to life. She looked as if she was just posing for a shoot -- her eyes shining, and her mouth slightly open. Together my mother and I howled into the night, cursing our next door neighbor who never bothered to care about anyone but himself, crying for her four puppies who might not survive without her.
We wrapped her in a sack. And then, another sack. Her dutiful mate, Pippin, a fierce poodle, was sniffing the dead body yet to harden. He must have known. He was her lover. They produced more than 20 children together, puppies that have in turn given life to other beautiful beings. He knows.
My father, in an attempt to hear out an apology, or even just an explanation, knocked on our neighbor's cold white gate. It was 11:15 in my watch, roughly 30 minutes after the accident, certainly not enough time to kick off your shoes, wash your hands, and brush your teeth, or fall asleep. His son answered, a lanky boy probably in highschool, probably from Ateneo like his brothers. His father was indisposed. The son will relay the message, he says. So he says.
To the culprit -- you know who you are. You will probably never get to read this, but the friends of your children, their teachers in Ateneo, your children's future lovers, the neighborhood grocer, the movers and shakers of the world, the most fascinating individuals, the creative forces in the country -- writers, artists, performers, photographers, stylists, designers, architects, engineers, models, makeup artists, florists, musicians, celebrities, filmmakers, cinematographers, dancers -- the countless people I have worked with and will work with in the future, they will hear it and weep.
They will hear it and they will HOWL. Together, we keep you in our litany of curses.
-----
|
|
| Toreador (of course) |
[03 July 07 @ 12:19 pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 chipper |
] |
Artistic and maybe even a bit shallow, you belong to the clan of the Toredor. You have a keen eye for pretty things. The embrace is looked on as perserving all beautiful things for eternity. You are the sensual vampires that you hear people talk about that seduce to get what they want. This clan is the one thought of as being the spoiled sort who want to get what they want. However, you usually work right under the ventrue clan as they try to carry out their plans. What Vampire Clan Do You Belong To?
Test Created By ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) oronoda</font>
|
|
| I'm a C+, must do more |
[18 June 07 @ 01:03 am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
awake |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Gino, ringing in my ear |
] |
My Lakbayan grade is C+! How much of the Philippines have you visited? Find out at Lakbayan!
Created by Eugene Villar.
|
|
| Start again |
[16 June 07 @ 02:34 pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 contemplative |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Music from a loser-ballteam flick in StarMovies |
] |
In my attempt to start writing again, I say goodbye to longtime friend and protect, Mr. iSkin. You have saved me from potential orange juice spillage hell, to dirty screen from oily fingertips catastrophe, and have allowed me to indulge in the common procrastinator hobby of munching while typing to provide the necessary distraction during deadline stress. You have protected my Mac keyboard from fading, the Silver looks almost new, and the screen pristine and free of dirt and grime.
However, all good things must come to an end. After several scrubbing sessions with the trusty Scotch Brite and Joy dishwashing liquid, I must put you to rest because I just realized, after ten months of everyday use -- that I miss the clickety-clack of my second writing implement (the manual typewriter) and the one that I had used through many years of highschool and college writing deadlines, the desktop PC. I miss the sound of fast typing, of click-click-crack (crap), the sudden tada, the ta-ta-ta-ta-ta of the Delete button, the resonance of the huge mass of the space bar, the harmony of any Command+letter button, or in more complex cases the muffled sound of the first key when combining Shift+Command+4 for a specific Print Screen, and the finality of the return key when ending my articles with dashed lines (to which I will put <Special thanks to blah blah blah or Blee blee is available in Blech blech Branch of Brack Brack.
So there. I wash you one last time, on last bath that you'll probably enjoy because I promised to leave you to dry beside my sexy Shu Uemura make-up brushes. I shall miss you and I know that I need you. But I need this, to grow, to start writing again, and to actually take more responsibility with the cleanliness of my Macbook Pro.
So long, fare thee well. Goodnight sweet membrane. See you soon.
|
|
| Birthday birthday |
[17 May 07 @ 01:02 pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 crazy |
] |
Happy Birthday Baby
Say hello to his new Squier. :-)
(Thanks to all those who helped me pick out the guitar).
|
|
| A's Birthday on the 12th |
[11 May 07 @ 10:22 am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 bouncy |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Judy and the Dream of Horses - Belle and Sebastian |
] |
(A's birthday coming up, stressed that I still can't decide on a model)
But in the meantime, kudos for the mad genius of everywhereweshoot, Garovs and Ryan. As a tribute to your next exhibit on the 25th, and for the opening of our little 'project' on Wed in Trinoma --
Shoes. Gotta love em.
|
|
| Your Mistress is back from Korea |
[07 April 07 @ 05:35 pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 dirty |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Just In Time - Nina Simone |
] |
Hail Hail! Wicked queen is back! Will be posting more pictures in the future, but for now let me leave you with a photo from our park shoot (no pun intended).
"Baby, you're gonna miss that plane."
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
|
|
|
|
