Hah! You probably thought that I wouln't be writing that much considerning the fact that today marks the beginning of another year in law school. Sure, it gets busy, but hey, I'm just making the most of my time.
Man, the heat of Manila is killing me!
As I mentioned, on this day, I am going to back as a sophomore in law school. By now, it would be easy to assume that I've probably gotten used to all the crap that has to be dealt with once you enter theis "grand" instituion. Now that I think about it, I'd say that it's too early to make a judgment.
So the ironic thing is the first day of classes having to begin on Independence Day...
Now why is that just so ironic that I even have to blog about it? Well, for anyone who has ever entered school, high school, college, law school, or whatever, you'd probably know what I'm talking about. See, the thing with school, or at least how they make us experience it, is that it just takes so much of your freedom that sometimes you'd find yourself questiong whether you're still in school or at some place where people are detained. You could think of it as prison, or maybe a mental assylum, whichever you think seems more apt for your situation. Sure, the whole process of learning and education has as one its goals the emancipation of the individual from the clutches of ingorance. I definitely agree with that. But then, I feel that it takes so much away from you, like your creativity, or imagination and replaces it with information that are...just not you. Yes, the effort to impart knowledge is appreaciated, but to actually force ideals and thoughts and opinions and whatever-that's not right. How do you expect someone to grow into his or her own person with all these dictates?My complaint is probably a sentiment that just has built up from my experience in law school. Is it just me being paranoid or is this some sort of a grand plan to rob me of my individuality so I can become some robot which this school has planned out to be its perfect product?
This is definitely not an attack on education, because, I for one recognize the importance of it and I think that everyone who has the opportunity must take hold of it and do well with it, because trust me, this will bring you a long way. I guess my concern is how they carry it out and how they let the students experience it.
Locked up in an insitution that that frees you...having been unjustly treated by a system that advociates justice and fairness...unlawfulness in law school...some of the many ironies I'm beginning to realize today.
Or should I have just expected them?
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Let's get this thing going...
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Thoughts on a cigarette
As I was waiting for…well, pretty much anything to happen on this Sunday afternoon, I decided to hang out at one of the verandas at SM Baguio to have a cigarette. I really just wanted to hang out and chill out as I spend my remaining hours in Baguio. It sucks that I'll have to leave what, in comparison to Manila, is pure heaven. (Debatable? I'll talk about that soon.) Sure I'll be coming back, but given my totally messed-up schedule for the first semester, I just have no idea as to how often coming home will be possible.
Anyway, as I was having this one lovely stick of Marlboro Lights at the Cottage GI's veranda in SM, I just found myself being bombarded by these seemingly random thoughts of a purely unknown origin. Step inside my head, as it was on June 10, 2007, 4:45 P.M.:
You're alone. But that's okay, you're still hot.
Wow...(me looking below the veranda). There are so many cars parked in that area and that's not even supposed to be a parking lot. Talk about A LOT of cars. Well, duh, I mean those must be tourist-owned cars. Man I really hate tourists. I know they like bring money and whatever economic improvements, but come on, in the long run, Baguio's going to pay big time for all these tourist-catering structures.
Hey I remember that thing (looking over at this circular structure fenced by galvanized iron just across SM). I think we used to go there as kids…oh yeah, we definitely did. I mean the old Pines Hotel pool was just right there, then there are like rocks...and hmm...I don't remember that (notices a little concrete opening right in front of a tree). It looks like a man-made cave. Talk about fertile place for ghosts to live in…creepy! But then, Baguio's known for that.
(Gets annoyed by some sudden noise) What are Koreans even doing here? They're everywhere! It's like some Bubonic plague...I don't like them here. Just as I don't like the tourists...I wonder why Koreans smell so bad.
I wonder what I should do next. I should probably got sit somewhere. Should I even try calling anyone who might meet up? Aims is with her family...Aliah's on her way to Thailand...Maika hasn't informed me as to her whereabouts just yet...Dani's got to rest...Aggy's got something to take care of...and everyone else is just too boring. Haha. Hey, those are my friends. Anyway, they're in Manila now.
And in a few hours, I shall be too.
That sucks.
Nurses are everywhere! Oh yeah, they just had their exam. Oh no, I didn't even wish my nurse friends luck. I'm sure they'll pass it anyway, I mean we're a smart bunch of people...haha. It's kinda odd though that I've been sending them all these funny or mushy or just absolutely meaningless messages that you forward, thanks to the unlimited promo, but then, I forget to tell them what they really need to hear.
This cigarette is taking too long to smoke. I've got to be done with this before someone at Cottage GI's even dares come up to me. Haha. Asshole. I'm here, cigarette on one hand, and clutch bag and umbrella on the other. What a real delightful treat.
Maybe I should just go sit at some cafe. Or maybe not. Waitresses are probably starting to get annoyed by the fact that I just go their cafes to sit and wait for someone. Besides, standing is okay I guess.
Would you look at those shoes (stares down at own brown, leather shoes)... You know one way to tell that a person is from Baguio? If the shoes got some mud on them! Haha! After all, only people from Baguio tread places where concrete is unknown. Hmm…that's one way to tell if a person's from Baguio. I'm sure there are other ways to tell how, but those are usually the meaner ways. Like considering the prevailing discriminatory but totally ignorant attitude of some people who aren’t from here and think that….well, they live in hell, so whatever.
I've got to go buy that player, then go download music.
Makes me that much wiser, thanks for making me a fight-e-er! Haha! Love that song.
Last puff. The cigarette's almost burned out.
Killed it.
Dying.
Dying.
Dead.
Anyway, as I was having this one lovely stick of Marlboro Lights at the Cottage GI's veranda in SM, I just found myself being bombarded by these seemingly random thoughts of a purely unknown origin. Step inside my head, as it was on June 10, 2007, 4:45 P.M.:
You're alone. But that's okay, you're still hot.
Wow...(me looking below the veranda). There are so many cars parked in that area and that's not even supposed to be a parking lot. Talk about A LOT of cars. Well, duh, I mean those must be tourist-owned cars. Man I really hate tourists. I know they like bring money and whatever economic improvements, but come on, in the long run, Baguio's going to pay big time for all these tourist-catering structures.
Hey I remember that thing (looking over at this circular structure fenced by galvanized iron just across SM). I think we used to go there as kids…oh yeah, we definitely did. I mean the old Pines Hotel pool was just right there, then there are like rocks...and hmm...I don't remember that (notices a little concrete opening right in front of a tree). It looks like a man-made cave. Talk about fertile place for ghosts to live in…creepy! But then, Baguio's known for that.
(Gets annoyed by some sudden noise) What are Koreans even doing here? They're everywhere! It's like some Bubonic plague...I don't like them here. Just as I don't like the tourists...I wonder why Koreans smell so bad.
I wonder what I should do next. I should probably got sit somewhere. Should I even try calling anyone who might meet up? Aims is with her family...Aliah's on her way to Thailand...Maika hasn't informed me as to her whereabouts just yet...Dani's got to rest...Aggy's got something to take care of...and everyone else is just too boring. Haha. Hey, those are my friends. Anyway, they're in Manila now.
And in a few hours, I shall be too.
That sucks.
Nurses are everywhere! Oh yeah, they just had their exam. Oh no, I didn't even wish my nurse friends luck. I'm sure they'll pass it anyway, I mean we're a smart bunch of people...haha. It's kinda odd though that I've been sending them all these funny or mushy or just absolutely meaningless messages that you forward, thanks to the unlimited promo, but then, I forget to tell them what they really need to hear.
This cigarette is taking too long to smoke. I've got to be done with this before someone at Cottage GI's even dares come up to me. Haha. Asshole. I'm here, cigarette on one hand, and clutch bag and umbrella on the other. What a real delightful treat.
Maybe I should just go sit at some cafe. Or maybe not. Waitresses are probably starting to get annoyed by the fact that I just go their cafes to sit and wait for someone. Besides, standing is okay I guess.
Would you look at those shoes (stares down at own brown, leather shoes)... You know one way to tell that a person is from Baguio? If the shoes got some mud on them! Haha! After all, only people from Baguio tread places where concrete is unknown. Hmm…that's one way to tell if a person's from Baguio. I'm sure there are other ways to tell how, but those are usually the meaner ways. Like considering the prevailing discriminatory but totally ignorant attitude of some people who aren’t from here and think that….well, they live in hell, so whatever.
I've got to go buy that player, then go download music.
Makes me that much wiser, thanks for making me a fight-e-er! Haha! Love that song.
Last puff. The cigarette's almost burned out.
Killed it.
Dying.
Dying.
Dead.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
My girl's got trust issues!
Got you there, didn't I?
Of course some of you, especially those of you who I've been having drinking sessions with this summer, probably didn't fall for that. But then, that's not really the point. Because it's not just about this girl. It's not just about me. It's about all of us with trust issues.
Why do some people find it so hard to trust? This question came to me one Saturday afternoon while having some nachos and lemon and honey green tea with a friend in one of the cafes here in the awesome city of Baguio. Somehow, in the course of our lengthy but substantial conversation, we got to the discussion about my friend's, ahem, love life...or wait...should I say lack of it. You see, just like a lot of people out there, including me , my friend seems to have this idea that people out there are coming on to her just so they could break her heart in the future. That's just so almost neurotic, right? As a result, she got this tendency to reject guys even before she can really get to know them. Again, this is sad, and it worries her. I mean after all, what if the right guy came and she decides: "Wait a minute: now that I think about it, I'm sure you'll turn out to be an absolute loser. So…yeah…go away." Now, the thing is, my friend may have just done that.
Before going any further, and before you think of this stupid idea: no, I am not using my friend as a symbolization for me. She's real, but try as you might, you will never know who she is.
Okay, back to the story. So being the constant opinion-puker (Haha! I so invented that term!) that I am, of course she expected to hear something from me. And what can I say? I don't have stories like hers. So I was thinking…thinking real hard...until I finally came up with an answer which may be an explanation for my own situation. It seems as if that we, in our separate lives, are surrounded by so many people with such sour relationships. Both of us have to deal with our friends' stories about how miserable their lives are with their partner or whoever; like some got cheating boyfriends, or user girlfriends, or this or that, etc. The concept of a relationship just seems so scary because of all the risk and tragedy and pain that has been associated with it! And that is what I say is an absolute adulteration of the concept.
As listeners to these horror stories about relationships, there's a great chance that we have been sucked into this vortex of misunderstanding that being in a relationship is hell. I guess this entire process occurs subconsciously; you're not really aware of it, because at first, you think that you're just listening to someone else's love problem. What you don't realize is that: "Hey, this can never happen to me." And so, the things that you wish "would never happen" to you just build up, and so in the end, you don't even want to take that risk. It’s not surprise then that you build these walls and drive everyone away and pretty much take on all pre-emptive measures to make sure that such heartbreak will never have to happen to you.
So the next time you sob to a best friend who's single about love woes, or whine to someone who's not in a relationship about you and your partner’s doom, just give it a thought before you decide to go overboard with the drama.
Sigh.
Yes, she's real, but right now, I'm not sure who I'm talking about.
Of course some of you, especially those of you who I've been having drinking sessions with this summer, probably didn't fall for that. But then, that's not really the point. Because it's not just about this girl. It's not just about me. It's about all of us with trust issues.
Why do some people find it so hard to trust? This question came to me one Saturday afternoon while having some nachos and lemon and honey green tea with a friend in one of the cafes here in the awesome city of Baguio. Somehow, in the course of our lengthy but substantial conversation, we got to the discussion about my friend's, ahem, love life...or wait...should I say lack of it. You see, just like a lot of people out there, including me , my friend seems to have this idea that people out there are coming on to her just so they could break her heart in the future. That's just so almost neurotic, right? As a result, she got this tendency to reject guys even before she can really get to know them. Again, this is sad, and it worries her. I mean after all, what if the right guy came and she decides: "Wait a minute: now that I think about it, I'm sure you'll turn out to be an absolute loser. So…yeah…go away." Now, the thing is, my friend may have just done that.
Before going any further, and before you think of this stupid idea: no, I am not using my friend as a symbolization for me. She's real, but try as you might, you will never know who she is.
Okay, back to the story. So being the constant opinion-puker (Haha! I so invented that term!) that I am, of course she expected to hear something from me. And what can I say? I don't have stories like hers. So I was thinking…thinking real hard...until I finally came up with an answer which may be an explanation for my own situation. It seems as if that we, in our separate lives, are surrounded by so many people with such sour relationships. Both of us have to deal with our friends' stories about how miserable their lives are with their partner or whoever; like some got cheating boyfriends, or user girlfriends, or this or that, etc. The concept of a relationship just seems so scary because of all the risk and tragedy and pain that has been associated with it! And that is what I say is an absolute adulteration of the concept.
As listeners to these horror stories about relationships, there's a great chance that we have been sucked into this vortex of misunderstanding that being in a relationship is hell. I guess this entire process occurs subconsciously; you're not really aware of it, because at first, you think that you're just listening to someone else's love problem. What you don't realize is that: "Hey, this can never happen to me." And so, the things that you wish "would never happen" to you just build up, and so in the end, you don't even want to take that risk. It’s not surprise then that you build these walls and drive everyone away and pretty much take on all pre-emptive measures to make sure that such heartbreak will never have to happen to you.
So the next time you sob to a best friend who's single about love woes, or whine to someone who's not in a relationship about you and your partner’s doom, just give it a thought before you decide to go overboard with the drama.
Sigh.
Yes, she's real, but right now, I'm not sure who I'm talking about.
Totally hurt and frustrated at first, but now, I'm just over it!
Have you ever been in a situation where you have been so close to taking grasp of something you wanted or something you desperately needed that you could almost feel the texture of it on your fingertips, and yet, due to some bizarre, unexplainable event, it turns out that you weren't just close enough? And to make matters more frustrating, such a small difference, such an almost insignificant distance between your fingertips and that thing, translated to two totally different realities! That would just suck, won't it? To create an imaginary situation, it would be like joining a competition for obesity where the prize is a billion dollars; after weeks of eating and fattening yourself at McDonald's, you reach a point where you're so full that the single piece of French fry left in the carton would make you vomit. As much as you want to, you can't eat it. Come judgment, it all boils down to two contestants; one of them is you, and the other pretty much resembles you (as far as the massive body is concerned). But then, as fate would have had it, your competition outweighs you by two grams. Later on, you find out that the single French fry weighed three grams.
Ouch.
No, I did not join a fat contest.
But yes, I do find myself in a similar situation right now. Before finding out how close I actually was to achieving what it was I had wanted, I was pretty much comfortable with the idea of admitting defeat. I have conditioned myself with the thought that I won't be getting this thing that I needed! I was fine with that, I was okay. I mean there's a first for everything in life right? Success and failures—sooner or later one of them has to happen. And besides, there were people out there who were facing bigger problems than I was, so it was simply not an option for me to sulk about it.
I was almost over it until-it was revealed to me how close I was to reaching that goal. A single neurotransmitter in my brain making the right connection with another transmitter would have made a whole lot of difference. As someone has told me, the difference would have been like being stabbed in the leg, or being completely safe as you watch your companions bleed and suffer in battle. I have just been stabbed in the leg, when I could have just been on the sidelines of the battlefield, unhurt.
Anyway, it's so easy to be bitter given those circumstances. The frustration is so great it's almost unbearable. But come to think of it, I just have to keep remembering that in the first place, I have admitted defeat. Being a sore, frustrated loser right now won't really help me. Yes, it could have shown me the more desirable possibilities, but unfortunately, I don't get to live out those possibilities. After all, as I should know, there is always something positive to come out from these experiences, so there really is no good I can gain from being bitter. And one thing:
The world will not have to be shattered by a fucking number.
Besides, there's a lot to learn from being stabbed in the leg. It can make you realize you're human, and hey, you do bleed. It can make you realize where you're weak. It can make you realize that you're still alive even after being stabbed in the leg. It can make you realize where to stab your opponent, to make sure the battle ends with you as the victor.
After all, I should know.
Ouch.
No, I did not join a fat contest.
But yes, I do find myself in a similar situation right now. Before finding out how close I actually was to achieving what it was I had wanted, I was pretty much comfortable with the idea of admitting defeat. I have conditioned myself with the thought that I won't be getting this thing that I needed! I was fine with that, I was okay. I mean there's a first for everything in life right? Success and failures—sooner or later one of them has to happen. And besides, there were people out there who were facing bigger problems than I was, so it was simply not an option for me to sulk about it.
I was almost over it until-it was revealed to me how close I was to reaching that goal. A single neurotransmitter in my brain making the right connection with another transmitter would have made a whole lot of difference. As someone has told me, the difference would have been like being stabbed in the leg, or being completely safe as you watch your companions bleed and suffer in battle. I have just been stabbed in the leg, when I could have just been on the sidelines of the battlefield, unhurt.
Anyway, it's so easy to be bitter given those circumstances. The frustration is so great it's almost unbearable. But come to think of it, I just have to keep remembering that in the first place, I have admitted defeat. Being a sore, frustrated loser right now won't really help me. Yes, it could have shown me the more desirable possibilities, but unfortunately, I don't get to live out those possibilities. After all, as I should know, there is always something positive to come out from these experiences, so there really is no good I can gain from being bitter. And one thing:
The world will not have to be shattered by a fucking number.
Besides, there's a lot to learn from being stabbed in the leg. It can make you realize you're human, and hey, you do bleed. It can make you realize where you're weak. It can make you realize that you're still alive even after being stabbed in the leg. It can make you realize where to stab your opponent, to make sure the battle ends with you as the victor.
After all, I should know.
MY HOTLIST: Concepts for the Philippines' Next Top Model (with the authentic Pinoy twist)
This list is intended for humor of course. But if the show’s running out of ideas, hey, feel free to take some of mine.
The truth is that pretty much everyone watching the Philippines' Next Top Model hates the show; even the producers, staff, models, and possibly the judges and the host. Well if the judges and host actually knew anything about the industry and high fashion then they would share this opinion; any opinion on the contrary merely manifests ignorance of the craft.
But still we watch it.
Anyway, something that the show is criticized about is the fact that it doesn't bring anything originally Pinoy to the show; that is, it needs concepts that integrate some Pinoy flavor. Since the show is but a franchise of the great America's Next Top Model, maybe they should just get some of the ideas from ANTM, and add the necessary unique, local twist.
The thing in the air
Concept: The model-wannabes would be dressed like glamorous aliens invading the locals deep into the night (as done in season 1).
The twist: The location will be at some far-flung neighborhood in the most rural communities in the country, otherwise known as a barrio.
You're still in the running if: You're able to maintain a good pose despite the harness, and exude grace despite the discomfort.
The journey ends when: The local residents suddenly come to the shoot with lighted torches on the other hand and sharpened bamboo sticks on the other. To your self you're a model, but to them, you're the aswang.
The underwater
Concept: The girls shall be dressed in flowy couture and shall strike their best poses in water, which is actually a great medium if you know how to work it (as done in season 2).
The twist: It's in Pasig River.
You're still in the running if: You look great, and manage to use the materials readily available as props. Posing with janitor fish over two feet means plus points.
The journey ends when: You emerge from the water looking like one of them humanoids.
The animal
Concept: It simply requires the girls to deliver a beauty shot with some exotic animals that elicit fear or disgust or some form of revulsion (as done in season 1 and 3).
The twist: The creature is the tarsier. Nothing really repulsive about it.
You're still in the running if: You don't get freaked out or disgusted by the little thing.
The journey ends when: The judges can't tell which one is the exotic, endangered specie.
The water spray
Concept: Who looks good while being hit by water from pumps? The pressure causes it to be painful, but the girls have still got to look sexy (as done in season 4).
The twist: The setting shall be at a really in Mendiola. The water shall be coming from the fire trucks meant for crowd dispersal.
You're still in the running if: You look sexy without being too raunchy, and if water splashes on your body well.
The journey ends when: You can't make a good shot. Or when you're taken away by the police.
The bikini in public
Concept: Yes people will be staring, but that's what models should get used to. Minimal clothing at a public place always means maximum exposure (as done in season 1).
The twist: It's in Baywalk.
You're still in the running if: You don't look fat in the pictures and you can give new poses.
The journey ends when: The police arrest you for obscenity. They think you look like one of those cheap starlets from an all-girl aing and dance group!
The run
Concept: Models have to look great even in motion. Pictures will be taken while they're on the move, Balenciaga bag on one hand and the Prada phone on the other (as done in season 5).
The twist: You're in Quiapo and you're running away from robbers who want your bag and your phone. Oh and this is actually happening.
You're still in the running if: They're still chasing you.
The journey ends when: You lose the merchandise you have to model. You'll have to pay for that.
The jewelry beauty shot
Concept: A simple beauty shot with the model-wannabes wearing the most high-end pieces from Jacob the Jeweler (as done in season 1).
The twist: You're in Taft. Now, you'll be doing poses while avoiding snatchers who desperately want your jewels.
You're still in the running if: You're able to exude grace in different poses with the jewelry protected.
The journey ends when: Again, you lose the merchandise you have to model. You'll have to pay for that.
The body paint
Concept: As a model, the girls have to comfortable in their own skin, or even when wearing an something that functions as artificial skin. Paint may be very uncomfortable, but high fashion isn't about comfort (as done in season 2).
The twist: You shall be spray painted to become heroines of the Philippines and displayed along EDSA.
You're still in the running if: You can show different poses with good transitions in between, and in you can hold these poses long enough without stumbling or falling or what have you.
The journey ends when: You get pissed on by a passerby, or when one of your body parts gets stolen, or when the MMDA decides you're an eyesore that has to be demolished.
This list is intended for humor of course. But if the show’s running out of ideas, hey, feel free to take some of mine.
The truth is that pretty much everyone watching the Philippines' Next Top Model hates the show; even the producers, staff, models, and possibly the judges and the host. Well if the judges and host actually knew anything about the industry and high fashion then they would share this opinion; any opinion on the contrary merely manifests ignorance of the craft.
But still we watch it.
Anyway, something that the show is criticized about is the fact that it doesn't bring anything originally Pinoy to the show; that is, it needs concepts that integrate some Pinoy flavor. Since the show is but a franchise of the great America's Next Top Model, maybe they should just get some of the ideas from ANTM, and add the necessary unique, local twist.
The thing in the air
Concept: The model-wannabes would be dressed like glamorous aliens invading the locals deep into the night (as done in season 1).
The twist: The location will be at some far-flung neighborhood in the most rural communities in the country, otherwise known as a barrio.
You're still in the running if: You're able to maintain a good pose despite the harness, and exude grace despite the discomfort.
The journey ends when: The local residents suddenly come to the shoot with lighted torches on the other hand and sharpened bamboo sticks on the other. To your self you're a model, but to them, you're the aswang.
The underwater
Concept: The girls shall be dressed in flowy couture and shall strike their best poses in water, which is actually a great medium if you know how to work it (as done in season 2).
The twist: It's in Pasig River.
You're still in the running if: You look great, and manage to use the materials readily available as props. Posing with janitor fish over two feet means plus points.
The journey ends when: You emerge from the water looking like one of them humanoids.
The animal
Concept: It simply requires the girls to deliver a beauty shot with some exotic animals that elicit fear or disgust or some form of revulsion (as done in season 1 and 3).
The twist: The creature is the tarsier. Nothing really repulsive about it.
You're still in the running if: You don't get freaked out or disgusted by the little thing.
The journey ends when: The judges can't tell which one is the exotic, endangered specie.
The water spray
Concept: Who looks good while being hit by water from pumps? The pressure causes it to be painful, but the girls have still got to look sexy (as done in season 4).
The twist: The setting shall be at a really in Mendiola. The water shall be coming from the fire trucks meant for crowd dispersal.
You're still in the running if: You look sexy without being too raunchy, and if water splashes on your body well.
The journey ends when: You can't make a good shot. Or when you're taken away by the police.
The bikini in public
Concept: Yes people will be staring, but that's what models should get used to. Minimal clothing at a public place always means maximum exposure (as done in season 1).
The twist: It's in Baywalk.
You're still in the running if: You don't look fat in the pictures and you can give new poses.
The journey ends when: The police arrest you for obscenity. They think you look like one of those cheap starlets from an all-girl aing and dance group!
The run
Concept: Models have to look great even in motion. Pictures will be taken while they're on the move, Balenciaga bag on one hand and the Prada phone on the other (as done in season 5).
The twist: You're in Quiapo and you're running away from robbers who want your bag and your phone. Oh and this is actually happening.
You're still in the running if: They're still chasing you.
The journey ends when: You lose the merchandise you have to model. You'll have to pay for that.
The jewelry beauty shot
Concept: A simple beauty shot with the model-wannabes wearing the most high-end pieces from Jacob the Jeweler (as done in season 1).
The twist: You're in Taft. Now, you'll be doing poses while avoiding snatchers who desperately want your jewels.
You're still in the running if: You're able to exude grace in different poses with the jewelry protected.
The journey ends when: Again, you lose the merchandise you have to model. You'll have to pay for that.
The body paint
Concept: As a model, the girls have to comfortable in their own skin, or even when wearing an something that functions as artificial skin. Paint may be very uncomfortable, but high fashion isn't about comfort (as done in season 2).
The twist: You shall be spray painted to become heroines of the Philippines and displayed along EDSA.
You're still in the running if: You can show different poses with good transitions in between, and in you can hold these poses long enough without stumbling or falling or what have you.
The journey ends when: You get pissed on by a passerby, or when one of your body parts gets stolen, or when the MMDA decides you're an eyesore that has to be demolished.
This list is intended for humor of course. But if the show’s running out of ideas, hey, feel free to take some of mine.
Excessively cruel? No! Harsh? Maybe. Honest? Definitely.
You know what bothers me? It's the fact that people don't seem to appreciate honesty much these days. I mean they ask about things like what's wrong with their hair, or if their clothes are just fugly, or if they got personality issues, and when you, you the designated wisdom holder, give them an answer, what do they do? They shatter in front of you! They break down! They crumble to pieces! And they pretty much feel shamed!
Most of all, they wish they had never asked you in the first place!
Unfortunately for them, some things simply can't be undone..and some harsh words simply can't be 'unheard.'
It really just seems strange that some people would have the guts to ask for someone else's (say, me) opinion about an issue that bothers them or causes them some troubles or whatever (say, a person's manner of dressing). Now, the thing is, when a person does that, what he or she is basically doing is asking for an evaluation from that person, under the belief that the latter possesses adequate knowledge or has expertise over the issue concerned. So any advise that is received must be assumed by the inquirer as given in all good faith by the person answering. Why bash the person for telling the truth? Why seek the truth when you can't even handle it? Most of all, why blame someone else for your totally pathetic insecurities that you yourself, out of your utter boredom and idiocy, generate through the meaningless drama that you believe would spice up your otherwise insipid existence?
In case you haven't heard of the classic quote: "If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen!" If you offer yourself as the slice of beef to the able chef, willing to do something about you, don't you expect to be cooked?
MORALE: Think twice before asking a person who tells it as it is; you just might hear what others aren't telling you.
My Very Own MUST NOT List
Can't make a decision about something? Let me make it for you.
Must NOT watch TV show:
Anything on local television: Not unless you’ve decided that low is where you want to go! Seriously, even the local news needs to raise the decency level a few notches higher! I mean don’t they wonder why they’re called tabloids on TV?
Instead: Arrested Development, America’s Next Top Model, Lost, Ugly Betty, Project Runway, Heroes, Weeds
Must NOT listen to music:
Rap and Hip-Hop: Ex-convicts talking about how they screwed, how they got screwed, how they want to screw some more, is not within what can be called music. Please! Oh and by the way, mispronouncing words to make them rhyme is so third world elementary! “If yah ain’t diggin’ the gramma’ nitha’!”, then it’s safe to say you’re not alone.
Sell-out OPM Bands: Why settle for the poor imitation when you can just listen to the original?
Instead: People, there’s this emerging genre called Adult Alternative (No, it’s not triple X music, you wished!). It has the same rock depth and strength to it, but has more maturity and sensibility; includes Coldplay, Evanescence, and Dashboard Confessional. Also, other artists worth listening to: Daughtry, Kelly Clarkson, Fall-out Boy and Gwen Stefani.
Must NOT wear designer:
Heatherette: Well, unless you desire looking like road kill…
Betsey Johnson: Well, unless you desire looking like a hooker over 65…
Anything else you cannot afford: Makes perfect sense.
Instead: Personal style is always the “in” style (as long as it doesn’t make you look like trash). Besides, once you’ve gotten rid of anything you can’t afford, that pretty much leaves you with no options.
Must NOT read magazine:
CANDY Magazine, and all other (I mean ALL) teen-oriented local magazines: As far as these magazines are concerned, reading doesn’t always have to be a learning experience. As a matter of fact, such activity may produce negative results, such as the individual internalizing tackiness, stupidity, and trivialities.
Instead: Vanity Fair, Vogue and National Geographic; the only magazines that will ever tell you what to do or how to defend when confronted with creatures that will eat you alive!
Must NOT play sports:
Golf: Everyone knows that when old, impotent men get together in their shorts and loafers, walking around grass while being tended by a water boy, umbrella holder, and a caddie shack, it’s not a sport.
Instead: Oh no, nothing. Bum it out.
Must NOT read book:
Who reads books?
Must NOT be-like celebrity:
Paris Hilton: Well if it’s about the money and bling, and the unexplainable popularity then I understand why anyone would want to be her. But really, would being like her be worth enough to shed your morals and go on information overload frenzies to the public?
Kris Aquino: Well if it’s about the money and bling, and the unexplainable popularity then I understand why anyone would want to be her. But really, would being like her be worth enough to shed your morals and go on information overload frenzies to the public?
Instead: Angelina Jolie (For the simple reason that she’s her. Of course, no one could ever be like her. Like not ever (But please stop adopting.).
Jessica Alba: For standing up for all those beautiful people who look at gorgeousness as a curse! Bravo, Jessica, bravo!
Must NOT do diet:
High Protein Diet: It deprives the body of fiber.
Low Carbs Diet: It deprives the brain of fuel.
South Beach Diet: It deprives the person financially.
Instead: Starving.
Must NOT imitate clothes-wise celebrity:
Jessica Simpson and Mischa Barton: Hey, the 80s called; they want their clothes back.
Simon Cowell: Yeah, yeah so he’s witty and brutish and powerful in the music industry; but there seems to be no excuse for wearing shirts five sizes under what could be considered appropriate!
Instead: Me, duh!
Must NOT eat chocolate:
You have got to be kidding.
Instead: Eat all of it. Even expired ones.
Must NOT have hairstyle:
Anything that invites egg-laying creatures.
Anything that makes you look like you killed the hairstylist.
Anything that appears to have a life of its own.
The French Bob: Creepy male gremlins disguised as tiny female presidents are sporting it.
Instead: Go bald. Worked for Natalie Portman. But then, you're not Natalie Portman.
Must NOT watch TV show:
Anything on local television: Not unless you’ve decided that low is where you want to go! Seriously, even the local news needs to raise the decency level a few notches higher! I mean don’t they wonder why they’re called tabloids on TV?
Instead: Arrested Development, America’s Next Top Model, Lost, Ugly Betty, Project Runway, Heroes, Weeds
Must NOT listen to music:
Rap and Hip-Hop: Ex-convicts talking about how they screwed, how they got screwed, how they want to screw some more, is not within what can be called music. Please! Oh and by the way, mispronouncing words to make them rhyme is so third world elementary! “If yah ain’t diggin’ the gramma’ nitha’!”, then it’s safe to say you’re not alone.
Sell-out OPM Bands: Why settle for the poor imitation when you can just listen to the original?
Instead: People, there’s this emerging genre called Adult Alternative (No, it’s not triple X music, you wished!). It has the same rock depth and strength to it, but has more maturity and sensibility; includes Coldplay, Evanescence, and Dashboard Confessional. Also, other artists worth listening to: Daughtry, Kelly Clarkson, Fall-out Boy and Gwen Stefani.
Must NOT wear designer:
Heatherette: Well, unless you desire looking like road kill…
Betsey Johnson: Well, unless you desire looking like a hooker over 65…
Anything else you cannot afford: Makes perfect sense.
Instead: Personal style is always the “in” style (as long as it doesn’t make you look like trash). Besides, once you’ve gotten rid of anything you can’t afford, that pretty much leaves you with no options.
Must NOT read magazine:
CANDY Magazine, and all other (I mean ALL) teen-oriented local magazines: As far as these magazines are concerned, reading doesn’t always have to be a learning experience. As a matter of fact, such activity may produce negative results, such as the individual internalizing tackiness, stupidity, and trivialities.
Instead: Vanity Fair, Vogue and National Geographic; the only magazines that will ever tell you what to do or how to defend when confronted with creatures that will eat you alive!
Must NOT play sports:
Golf: Everyone knows that when old, impotent men get together in their shorts and loafers, walking around grass while being tended by a water boy, umbrella holder, and a caddie shack, it’s not a sport.
Instead: Oh no, nothing. Bum it out.
Must NOT read book:
Who reads books?
Must NOT be-like celebrity:
Paris Hilton: Well if it’s about the money and bling, and the unexplainable popularity then I understand why anyone would want to be her. But really, would being like her be worth enough to shed your morals and go on information overload frenzies to the public?
Kris Aquino: Well if it’s about the money and bling, and the unexplainable popularity then I understand why anyone would want to be her. But really, would being like her be worth enough to shed your morals and go on information overload frenzies to the public?
Instead: Angelina Jolie (For the simple reason that she’s her. Of course, no one could ever be like her. Like not ever (But please stop adopting.).
Jessica Alba: For standing up for all those beautiful people who look at gorgeousness as a curse! Bravo, Jessica, bravo!
Must NOT do diet:
High Protein Diet: It deprives the body of fiber.
Low Carbs Diet: It deprives the brain of fuel.
South Beach Diet: It deprives the person financially.
Instead: Starving.
Must NOT imitate clothes-wise celebrity:
Jessica Simpson and Mischa Barton: Hey, the 80s called; they want their clothes back.
Simon Cowell: Yeah, yeah so he’s witty and brutish and powerful in the music industry; but there seems to be no excuse for wearing shirts five sizes under what could be considered appropriate!
Instead: Me, duh!
Must NOT eat chocolate:
You have got to be kidding.
Instead: Eat all of it. Even expired ones.
Must NOT have hairstyle:
Anything that invites egg-laying creatures.
Anything that makes you look like you killed the hairstylist.
Anything that appears to have a life of its own.
The French Bob: Creepy male gremlins disguised as tiny female presidents are sporting it.
Instead: Go bald. Worked for Natalie Portman. But then, you're not Natalie Portman.
Why I Moved...AGAIN!
For reasons of convenience, I am moving to this new blog address. Some of my previous entries from Multiply have been added here as well. Livejournal has proven to be a huge mess.
That's all.
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