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August 6th, 2008
12:13 am - STOP STARING AT MY SNEAKERS - The Blue and Green Edition *wink* DO NOT CLICK. haha
  Favorite Eagles and Archers! The Road Tour is back on! And, as a bonus, we are selling fanfuckingtastic LIMITED EDITION blue and green STOP STARING AT MY SNEAKERS INDIEviduality shirts! Show you school spirit by wearing these everywhere! rahrahrah. The material is extremely comfy, it practically slinks in. The male versions are exactly the same, but with manlier cuts. sizes are from M - L for boys, S - L for girls, Php695.00 each. For any orders, let any one of us Royal kids know! Contact me here, ym, or at 09176224459 :)
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May 6th, 2008
09:49 am - INDIEviduality: The Royal Elastics Road Tour Kickoff!! May 9th@Warehouse135
 presented by Juice.ph in cooperation with MTV and UR105.9
feat. Nyko Maca + Playground, Taken By Cars, Pedicab, Cambio, Nimbusnine, and Sinosikat?
and a Fashion Show feat. The Royal Elastics Ambassadors
Kick Off on
MAY 9 || WAREHOUSE 135
8.30 PM
Biggest Indie Party in the Metro!!
BE THERE!
Free entrance if you're wearing Royals.
also brought to you by:
Magic 89.9, The Philippine Daily Inquirer, Rudy Project and FHM
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April 9th, 2008
09:43 am - Royal Elastics Presents: Gwen Stefani's Harajuku Lovers!
for inquiries or orders, contact 0922-8YASHAB or 09176224459 =) I can also reserve for you if you're really really interested but are currently broke, if you ask nicely =P.
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09:10 am
Dear Building Administration,
Greetings. Kindly look up at the sky. That ball of shining light up there, that's the sun. Aside from being the center of the solar system, it's a star that gives the earth heat. Heat, in case you don't know, causes sweat. Sweat causes very disturbing odors to emanate from people's bodies and is a breeding ground for bacteria that cause unspeakable gross-ness.
Kindly check your calendars. Today is April 9th. In the tropics (which is where our country is located), this season, called SUMMER, comes around this time. Actually, it is right smack in the middle of it. Here's a little analogy for you. If winter = cold, summer = hot. Think about that.
I have tried very hard to dress according to the way your building prescribes. I've worn long-sleeve black button down with collar blouses, white pants, and closed shoes. Today, FYI, I'm not wearing shorts, flipflops, or indecent clothing. I've never worn indecent clothing. I am merely wearing leggings, sneakers, and a sleeveless black top that, FYI, is quite formal. So you cannot really accuse me of defacing your building's reputation by dressing fugly. I do not claim to be deserving of a slot on Vogue's Best Dressed list, but I sure as hell know how to mix and match, thank you very much. As a Psych major, I seriously recommend you go seek therapy if bare arms scare you so.
I absolutely abhore your fucking dress code. How dare you tell me I should wear something else to work for the, hmm, 6th time. I have more important things to think about besides what to wear to work. And let's not forget how you refused to let people who I have meetings with in as well because they violated the dress code. If you enforce this rule to bring prestige to your building's image, well, lemme tell ya something, those people you turned away, they happen to be quite talented musicians whom I will not name. Do you know how beyond embarrassing that is? How I long to bring Anna Wintour to R**fl*s just to give you the up and down and take away every shred of self-esteem in your being that even your kids won't have any self-esteem to inherit.
Please tell me, what do you seek to achieve with this shitty rule? You may think I'm just a spoiled, shitditz ranting about clothes, but no. I just find it so appalling and ridiculous that you give yourself extra stress by enforcing something so silly. I've complained about this several times already. This will be the last time I will 'deface' you. But do know this. I will wear what I want to wear, when I want to wear it. You ain't seen difficulty the way I define difficulty baby. I will not be one-upped by prudes.
Sincerely,
Indecent Bitch
Current Music: hot topic - le tigre
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April 2nd, 2008
09:16 pm - jem and the holograms vs. le tigre - deceptacon
who took the bomp from the bompalompalomp?
this seriously made my day. no my week. no my life.
Current Music: deceptacon - le tigre
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March 31st, 2008
02:03 am - Yash's Hit List (i.e. people/things/occurences that define suckage)
By 'Hit' I mean upakan.
1. Late payroll. I am currently on 'strike' for more than half a workday by refusing to do anything work related while in the office until my very delayed paycheck comes in. At the moment, I am hunting down album art for the random unorganized tracks on my I-tunes, looking through every newly posted album on my multiply inbox, chatting on webmessenger, and composing this blog entry.
I once went on 'strike' a few weeks ago because of the exact same reason. The day after, I ran around haggard and harrassed because of all the deadlines I missed/had to push back because of this newfound rebelliousness *pumps fist to heart*, so maybe it's not such a good idea. But well. Carpe diem, right? Next payroll, Jes and I will do a picket line in front of Raffles , just the two of us, demanding Labor Rights and shit.
2. Judgers. Walang pakialamanan ng trip sa buhay. If you have time to scrutinize my likes and dislikes, my spending patterns, my food intake, thank you for finding me an interesting enough specimen to devote thought to. Gosh, you must have so much time on your hands, you lucky mongrel, and you choose to spend it thinking about me. Aww. Your hip and happening life must be about as exciting as, hmm, a slug's.
3. Tokis.
4. Dress codes. I found out just recently that our building admin sent our office a memo because, apparently, one of our employees violated the building dress code on more than 3 counts. Hmm.
Okay, how was I, oops, I mean, THAT EMPLOYEE, supposed to know our building admin are shrews? And, since when has it been illegal to wear a DRESS? It's not like I, i mean, THAT EMPLOYEE was wearing mesh or lingerie, no sir! It was a DRESS, and sorry, those weren't slippers, they were sandals. And how dare you refuse to let the people I have meetings with in (which happened around thrice already, too) because they weren't dressed 'properly'. And how dare you not let me, i mean, THAT EMPLOYEE, in, to her own place of work? What do you think I do in the building? I don't call meetings with a reminder of what attire to wear, that is just rude.
*haaay* That felt good.
5. Paris Hilton, Brittany Snow, everyone on the fucking cast of The Hills.
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March 30th, 2008
09:34 pm - Who wants an awesome-oh-wow job this summer? If YOU do, go click!
Are you on the hunt for a cool summer job/OJT, where having fun is part of the curriculum?
Do you reek of creativity, determination, charm, and over-all awesomeness?
Do you have a passion for fashion, music, booze, gigs, art, and yes, shoes?
Do you live for the exhilirating happy/harassed feeling of organizing, promoting, and marketing events?
If you answered yes, yes, HELL YEAH to all of the above, (or know someone who'd say so) well, well, well, aren't you a lucky biatch/bastard, coz we wicked people at Royal Elastics are looking for interns this summer!
Interested applicants should send their resumes to yasha@royalelastics.com.ph or jessamyn@royalelastics.com.ph before the week is over! Or call us at 9001355. Hurry hurry! Limited slots only! Spread the word!
xoxo, Yash
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March 16th, 2008
02:10 am - new SUN number!
hey kids! i've gotta new sun number - 09228YASHAB, so if you've got a sun, save eeet so we can call and text all day all night, nyahaha. but don't delete my globe, (09176224459) it's still my main number =) xoxo, yushy
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March 12th, 2008
10:48 pm - Wanted! Designer/Merchandiser
Are you hip, charming, and have a knack for creating awesome designs? Does your life revolve around fashyown? Do the words charmeusse, rayon, polyester and acrylic mean anything to you? If yah, aba, you're in luck, coz Royal Elastics is looking for a merchandiser/designer for our affiliated company Disegno Italiano. If you're interested, or know anyone who is, just email resumes to yasha@royalelastics.com.ph. Specific requirements below: Female, 21-29. Must have knowledge in fabrics, merchandising, fashion design (preferably with a degree/and or short course certificate), good PR skills, and a genuine love for fashion.
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February 11th, 2008
09:45 pm - Vday Loves
People generally have three reactions to Valentines day. Group A spends Feb. 10 making a checklist, Feb. 11 going to Dangwa to buy 6 dozen roses or callalilys (what are those anyway) and Feb. 12 panic buying candles like Meralco's gonna close shop soon or something, and Feb. 13 daydreaming/panicking about how the next night's gonna go. Group B sits at home and with the speakers blaring Dashboard Confessional or 90's trash ballads while steeling longing glances at the razorblade on the bathroom sink. Group C wakes up on the morning of the 14th, checks their planner, sings 'can i get get get to kno-kn-know-know you bettah bettah baby' in the shower, steps in front of the mirror, winks and says 'you're awesome, babe' and skips to work, unaware that 2/3's oft he population are either getting constipated with butterflies or are suicidal.
which one are you?
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in the spirit of luuurve, (this is a lame attempt to connect all the things I've been longing to blog about for days now but other wise are unconnected to, the season of, luuurrve).
Yash's <3 List
1. Flick <3's
Factory Girl. The film followed the quintessential formula x + y (x+2) = *poof* autobiographical film of the poor little rich girl. But nonetheless, it was one sex, drugs, rakenrol, fashyown, hipster joyride. Andy Warhol's a self-absorbed, neurotic, manipulative, primadonna ass. AHLAVET. AHLAVHIM. And though there is nothing morally right about the life of Edie Sedgwick, her carefreeness and 'i-love-all-people-dont-you-just-love-me-carpe-diem-f*ck-you-all-Losers-I-look-pretty-in-my-tights' attitude is the shiz. And Sienna Miller is the style icon of my life at the moment. <3<3<3 3 hearts out of 5.
Juno. Who knew fast-talking, pop culture word vomiting, slightly awkward and uber short chics could be supercool? Who knew geek love could be so endearing? Who knew Jennifer Garner was capable of such emotions? Who knew a song sung by not-exactly-diva-voiced duo could be so heartwarming? <3<3<3<3
American Gangsta. I've always known drugs are a very lucrative business. Just ask Denzel. The entire American hiphop industry seemed to have cameo'd in this film. Except for Luda and Andre 2000,who didn't get the memo. Seriously though, I've had a serious guy movie draught for the past couple of months, this more than quenched my thirst for flicks with ubercool-superbad protagonists wielding equally superbad merchandise. Once I get my dvd set back, I am so watching the last few seasons of the Sopranos. <3<3<3<3
2. Tune <3s
Yash's ANTI-EMO-Screw-Stress-Life-Is-Awezome Playlist
- One Week Of Danger (The Virgins). How can you NOT enjoy the intro.
- Murasaki Blue (The Dorques). If I impress you, can I undress you.
- Procrastinator (Sandwich). Possibly the most addicting video ever created. Mong Alcaraz in green and yellow. bow. Don't you just want to be a rockstar just so you can do The Archer and Kill the Cockroach?
- Anyone Else But You (The Moldy Peaches). 'Up and down left right left right BA start, just coz we use cheats doesnt mean we're not smart' 'We both have shiny happy fits of rage, You want more fans, I want more stage.' 'we sure are cute for two ugly people'
- Logistical Nightmare (Taken by Cars). (see previous entry)
- Such Great Heights(The PostalService). This 3-year addiction hasn't ended just yet.
- Krafty (New Order). Sweetest. Video. Everrrr.
- You Owe Me an IOU (Hot Hot Heat). Sing it with me. You owe me an iou, you owe me an iou, you owe me an iou, you owe me an iou. Repeat 20x.
- One Night Stand (The Pipettes). I looked across, a crowded room/ You looked at me and made my heart go BOOM/ I looked at the scoresheet, and saw a 7, and said 'baby did it hurt when you fell from heaven.
- Ahlavet (The Vince Noir Project). Ahlavet.
- Mikey Is the New Mong (Us-2 Evil-0). This is a letter to all those hipsters ion Saguijo/ Someone so cool he's more emotional than emo......Put your hoodies on, because Mikey is the new Mong. Can't wait 'til they record this, and the mixtape song.
- Digital Love (Daft Punk). Guaranteed to get ya in the mood for anything.
- Hey Scenesters! (The Cribs). Best mocksong ever. Right up there next to The Rock and Roll Lifestyle by Cake.
3. Novel <3s.
So I just finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Seven books down. Bye Hogwarts. It's been fun. But did JK have a deadly pen or what? I don't think kids' psyches can survive the death toll in this one. I feel like a chapter of my life ended along with the series. I can't help but wonder when another book series will captivate so many people and elicit as much megabucks in box office tickets and merchandise as HP. Thank you JK Rowling for proving that children's books can still impress and inspire a world of cynical, hopeless adults.
4. Rockstar <3's.
For fear of incrimination I refuse to name names this time.
5. TheHipHipHurrays. "Lyrics" "writing" with my "bandmates". Planning "HHH merchandise" (sombreros baby!). "Composing" "songs" on garage band and fruity loops (yes, T, you). Forming a "production" "company" called "Bright" "Idea" "Productions". And no, all these quotation marks aren't typos. Though this little social experiment has gotten blown way out of proportion over the past couple of days, (real bands discovered we existed yo!) a big hearthugg to the people who appreciate craziness and hearthuggs and ridiculous humor. We're takin' it to Phase 2, y'all. =P
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This is gonna be the Best Valentines Day Ever.
Current Music: one week of danger - the virgins
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February 4th, 2008
12:47 am - Logistical Nightmare
If there are two words to describe my org life in college, it would be, yes, a 'logistical nightmare', what with all the open mics and book launches and Serenata, missing microphones, non-existent amps, karaoke machines with no CD function, *sigh*. A day in the life of a Special Projects Manager. Don't get me wrong though, the 'challenges' were half the fun. And my creative and resourceful orgmates, whom I love, had the ability to generate anything with crepe paper and a glue gun. (By anything, I mean a Carnivale themed outdoor open mic with dirrty ice cream and water balloons and us dressed in circus attire).
However, these two words take on a whole new meaning in a whole new context.
Logistical Nightmare - Taken By Cars
Out of breath,
Whispering a letdown
Moving smile
Signaling a turnaround
Candid shot
A face to launch a thousand pieces of a dream…
Say, say I’m the only one
Kiss the ground where I fall
Call the lust before we turn to dust
In your sexy confrontation
Say, stay…
Until we’re lost again
Color the gray,
The lights turn low
And a pill gives us the feeling
Hands to the sky
Hands to the sky
We’re gods tonight
A million songs to listen to
Thank the letters
I thank you
We’re gods tonight
I finally see myself in the blue
Seek and find
Endings of a new kind
Different place
Different time
My addiction to this song has reached new heights, even bordering on absurdity. It's absurd how I crave to listen to it randomly at the most inconvenient times: waiting in line at KFC, in the cinema, midway through a meeting with my bosses, in a tennis court waiting for my turn to hit, during Mass. And how, I never seem to get sick of it, though it's edged it's way into my top 25 most played playlist after less than 2 weeks on my I-pod. And how I can relate to every line, if I read them formalistically (is that even a word?). And speaking of lines, how, at one point, 3 of us have used different lines from that song as status messages AT THE SAME TIME. And how I could listen to it on loop, 12x, with an escalating desire to listen to it again and the same amount of thrill upon hearing the opening chords and a surge of, of, of...feeling when Sara hollers the chorus 'say say i'm the only one...' and a disappointed sadness when I hear 'different time' knowing that the last few riffs are coming and then the same deep contentment when it ends. Then I press 'Back' and the cycle starts over again, and my heart pumps extra beats once more.
Current Music: logistical nightmare - taken by cars
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January 29th, 2008
11:16 am - The Hip Hip Hurrays
The Taken By Cars launch at Warehouse 185 last night was, as I expect Tara to say, totally boss, baby. VNP, Chicosci, Pedicab, Sandwich, Sound, played, and of course, TBC. We got free passes in as TBC's now being sponsored by Royal Elastics (and yes, it is part of my job to say that, okay?). And yes, my friends and I are totally taken by Taken By Cars.
The morning after, Jomel and I, probably still on a gig high *wink*, were perusing the album booklet in the cab on the way to work. We literally read every letter on that booklet, and were especially amused with the thank you's. Which is why we started coming up with a 'Things to do before I die' list. (Yes, our thought processes are quite hard to get). Here we go:
1. Appear on the 'thank you' text of an album cover. As we each have our own Taken by Car guy, I vow that on their next album, one of them's gonna write an 'I would like to thank Yash...' followed by a 'less than' and a 'three'. In other words: <3.
2. Form a band. We've been kidding around with our other crazy buds about forming a 'band' for the longest time. We've actually got everything figured out already, down to the tracklist, album art, our 'thank you's' on the album booklet, even sponsors! (Royal E, baby. And Teriyaki Boy, to go against Imago's Tokyotokyo!). We've even got the people for our 'production team', well at least in our heads they've already said yes. All except for one teeny tiny minuscule detail. We have really got to learn instruments.
Anyway, here's the lineup for The Hip Hip Hurrays:
Yushy - Spoken Word, Vamos Vox
Jomskidoodles - Girly Guitar
Jeshamberday - Bitch Bass
Tarei - Drooling Drums
And our EP album cover:
Album Art by: Tarei, who's eggs are totally boss. For the cover, we were thinking of something that we all loved undeniably. And where do steaks, burgers, boots, and cheese come from? You guessed it.
Tracks from our EP:
Produced by Honey to the Bee
Tender Bobs Productions
1. XOXO (The Love Song) feat. Vittorio Paolo Tipsy
that's a secret i'll never tell
you know you love me
2. SFUD (The Emo Song) feat. The Dementors
I'm Short, I'm Fat, I'm Ugly, I'm Dirt
3. Breathe [Dirrty Mix] feat. Juneekins on dirty moan (Michelle Branch cover)
if i just breeeeathe, (uh ooh whoa uh uh) between i'll know everything's alright
aah ooh uh whooa every little piece of me you'll see everything's alright
4. Alavet (VNP Cover)
tugsh tugsh tugsh ALAVET!
5. Boots With the Furrrrr (indie version)
apple bottom jeans and the boots with the furrrrr
the whole club's lookin' at herrr
Bonus Tracks:
VamosTwist (The Tennis Song)
Creepy McCreepster
HHH THANKS: We would like to thank our manager, Marshydoodles, you da bomb. And also, our official photog, Mikeywikey. And a big hearthugg to all the little people who we had to step on to get here. And to all our critics, don't hate us coz we're beautiful.
All you hipsters in Saguijo, watch out!
as for the rest of the Things to Do Before I Die list, that will have to wait, as we collapsed in a pool of gid and incomprehensible giggles that death seemed like a last priority.
Current Music: uh oh - taken by cars
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January 24th, 2008
07:09 pm - what is pain?
Tennis is like love.
It hurts.
Rafa lost to Jo Wilfried Tsonga (wrong spelling? I don't care). At the Australian Open Semifinals. 'Jo Wilfried who?' you ask. This Frenchman, whom Rafa's ass whooped at one of the earlier rounds of the US open last year. But no, this time, Tsonga whooped my favorite famouzz azz.
Wasn't it enough that Andy Roddick lost on ROUND FRICKIN 3 last week? (That was pain. J, T and I stayed up til 5am just to catch the replay. We thought just a couple of serves and Hot Rod would breeze through Kohl&^%$# (basta some German dude). Apparently not.
Now, I'm all for upsets and shit. I mean, if Marat Safin raged his way into the 2004 Finals, woop woop, right? But wtf? I'm sorry, but I seriously do not see myself rooting for Tsonga in the duration of my lifetime, even if people seem to believe he has the powers to win 5 Grand Slams in a year (how he'll do that ewan ko, kasi apat lang diba).
Sorry Novak, I was gonna root for you, but Rafa's loss has left me no choice but to go Federer on this one. Just to be sure that Tsonga gets ass-kicked by the Fed in the Final.
See ya at the French Open biatch! At ayon nga kay Vip, 'Janko takes the number one spot in my list now, but Rafa still tops my 'best dresser on court' ranking.' Rafa, you've still got the best ASSets in the ATP, darling. =P
*picture stolen from Twinkle =P
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On a brighter note, looking forward to the Ana vs. Daniela replay tonight, i.e. Pretty vs. Pretty. In another display of first-class dumbness, I wasn't able to watch the Ana Venus match last night coz I fell asleep and forgot to set the alarm. I've had a gag order on Tara and Daddy for the past few days, because they get to watch it live and work and pixellated internet TV has left me no choice but to settle for replays. Boy, the Williams family must hate Serbians. Anyway, (and I say this with no lesbianism present whatsoever) wouldn't it just be a dream to have an Ana vs. Maria final?
Current Music: bizaare love triangle - new order
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10:36 am - where have all the cowboys gone?
'Let's put a smile on that face.' -- The Joker
What is brilliant?
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Heath's poster never occupied a prime, visible surface area on my wall the way say, a post-Romeo + Juliet Leonardo poster did, back in the days when my definition of a cinematic masterpiece were films set in a high school. But somehow, his death did cause a ripple in my pond. A splash even. It's like how I feel about James Dean and River Phoenix, but a bit worse, as I knew about them post-mortem, whereas Heath was around during my formative years. I will never watch 10 things I Hate About You with the same teenage fangirl escapist giddiness I had the first 29 times I've seen it.
The one thing I hate about you heath is that you're gone.
Current Music: can't take my eyes of of you - heath ledger, 10 things i hate about you OST
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January 9th, 2008
10:08 am - what the fuck
First, the happy stuff:
My job is so fucking awesome because I've met fucking awesome people. Taken By Cars, Alessandra Tinio, and <strike>Papa</strike> Diego Mapa have entered my life in a span on 48 hours and I'm exploding with gid (noun form of giddiness).
Dear Lord, I just hope I don't screw this up. I know I'm not perfect and I've gotta relinquish my 'world's laziest ass and procrastinator' trophy, and 'like me! love me! don't hate me! I wanna please you!' persona.
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Problem Number 1:
Last weekend, I found myself with a lot of Me time, and when you have that much time devoted to analyzing yourself, lying in your bed with a pack of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Poptarts (imagine that! its like, treasure!), with the faces of your favorite people staring back at you from your room's wall, you get quite sensible realizations. I now know my greatest fear, at the moment, is totally fucking up my job. This is the trade-off to having a job that you actually, well, <3. And yet sometimes I find myself overwhelmed by all the tasks I have to do that I know I've always wanted to do and yet everybody else seems to do it better.
Here's the thing. What exactly do I do? Let's just say it involves the things I love. And I'm a pretty transparent person, so you can guess off-hand what these things are. In college, I seriously believed I could do anything I want, when I want to, how I want to. And yet I find that I sometimes contradict myself. I've always prided myself in being the sort of person who laughs when she accidentally ate styrofoam because there was icing all over it (in my defense, it was on top of Carmi's birthday cake and masquerading as a present, wouldn't you think it was part of the cake too?). Oops. But now, specifically today, nothing seems laughable.
Where is this negativity coming from?!
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Problem number 2:
I am generally a happy person. So I guess real-life dementors leave my presence with a full stomach. *sucking motion*. Nagkaka-wrinkles na tuloy ako. Sheesh. EXPECTO PATRONUM.
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I've noticed inserting the word 'fucking' in a sentence is good stress relief.
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Stop raining on my parade.
Current Music: firestarter - prodigy
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09:37 am - Stolen from Tara
RULES:
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds!
1. If someone says "Is this okay?" you say?
Light and Day by The Polyphonic Spree
Maybe coz it rhymes.
2. What would best describe your personality?
Red Blooded Woman by Kylie Minogue
PUTANGINA. 1. Can't.Stop.Laughing. Random yan ha. 2. Ohmygod. I have this on my I-pod.
3. What do you like in a guy?
Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me by The Pipettes
Hala. No they're not! NO THEY'RE NOT!
4. How do you feel today?
2 Trick Pony by Sandwhich
Coz 'it's such a shame that you can't be with me tonight. I'm spinning round in circles' hmm. whatever happened to your version of cold turkey, huh?
5. What is your life's purpose?
Such Great Heights by The Postal Service
Ayon nga kay Ramon Bautista: That's my favorite song! hee. Probably the most played song on my I-pod, both the old one and the new.
6. What is your motto?
Blowin and Rollin by Bone Thugs
Actually, it's 'Why be difficult when with just a tad bit more effort, you can be impossible!' But this'll work, too.
7. What do your friends think of you?
Na na na na naaah by Kaiser Chiefs
Thanks ha. Friends.
8. What do you think of your parents?
Pride (In the Name of Love) by U2
Aww. Aww?
9. What do you think about very often?
Lithium by Nirvana
LOL. Scooby snacks maybe. I'm not THAT hardcore.
10. What do you think of your bestfriend?
The Sweets by Yeah yeah yeahs
=) ismyl.
11. What do you think of the person you like?
L'amour Ne Dure Pas Toujours by Feist
Translation: Love doesn't last forever. Shet ka.
12. What is your life story?
Roll With It by Oasis
'You gotta roll with it
You gotta take your time
You gotta say what you say
Don't let anybody get in your way'
Infernez.
13. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Bawa't Bata by The Dawn
Three words: Peter Pan Syndrome.
14. What do you think when you see the person you like?
Long Way Down by The Goo Goo Dolls
Now I haven't listened to the Goos in ages (high school seems light years away). So after googling the lyrics, apparently, this goes 'Long way down, I don't think I'll make it on my own'. Hah. What is independent woman? Nakakasawa na maging independent. (Gasp, did I just say that out loud?!)
15. What do your parents think of you?
Disagree by The Postal Service
I am loved, okay?
16. What will you dance to at your wedding?
Once in A Blue Moon by Sydney Forest
*claps* 'Simply Irresistible' dude! With the smoke effects.
17. What will they play at your funeral?
Manila Teenage Death Squad by Chicosci
Pucha, mass suicide eto.
18. What is your favorite hobby/interest?
Y Control by the Yeah yeah yeahs
Yasha Control! World Domination yeah!
19. What is your biggest fear?
Pare Ko by Eraserheads
Friendzone. FRIENDZONE! PUNYETA.
20. What is your biggest secret?
Pardon Me by Incubus
Spontaneous combustion baby.
21. What song will be the title when you repost this?
Naked. Secret kung sino yung artist, wihihi.
Current Music: i predict a riot - kaiser chiefs
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January 2nd, 2008
07:51 am - 2008
Because I can be entirely cliche sometimes, let's go all the way with New Year's Resolutions baby.
1. Turn off the circus music. Only a few people will get this (J, J & T? xoxo), but translation: summon up more empathy and vanquish intolerance.
2. be PROACTIVE! (hi Jes =P). Translation: Mingle, single!
3. If you want something done, do it NOW. Procrastination's a bitch who'll lap you up and clobber you down.
4. Don't be shy. I'm not shy in the most pathetic sense of the word, I can be quite extraverted and loud, duh. This is 'shy' in a purely job-related sense. i.e. In a meeting, when you have a particularly awesome-oh-wow concept for, say, a shoot, or a ridiculously outrageous even potentially stupid marketing idea, SAY IT OUT LOUD. Never mind if it involves invisible strings to propel the model up or requires some serious Adobe magic.
5. And since we're on the subject, LEARN SERIOUS PHOTOSHOP SKILLS. Go beyond cropping, cloning and 'insert text'.
6. Throw a birthday party nobody will ever forget. Think: Bianca Jagger on a white horse in studio 54, (but no quite).
7. Rather than go with the 'Don't Expect' rule, allow yourself to expect, but always believe that everything that happens will exceed your expectations. After all, half the fun's anticipating.
8. Improve my game. So on our honeymoon, Rafa Nadal and I will have something to do other than...
9. Take up another sport. Conquer my fear of the volleyball ball. (I swear, the sight of a helicopter propeller swinging inches from my nose is more appealing than a volleyball hurtling towards me.) Or maybe go rockclimbing. Or play soccer. Or..or..or.. Field Hockey (if only for the costume...err, uniform).
10. Be more open to other types of music. Indie rocks, but don't hold it against anybody if he or she listens to, *gulp* Akon and co. And actually ENJOYS listening to Akon and those other nutters. And actually HAS an album by Akon. (After all, Yash, admit it. You have Britney on your I-pod and will probably always have her there. And that one B*witched track you can't seem to erase. And let's not forget zig a zig ah). But I draw the line on Cueshe.
11. Do not fear rejection, fear regret more.
12. On the subject of fear, Do not abuse your metabolism. Yes, you have the appetite of an entire African village, but that doesn't mean you have to eat all the woodland creatures in the forest. And true, you have been quite lucky to have the metabolism of an Energizer bunny which has allowed you to stay, if not lean at least average-weight all these years with minimal exercise. (though unlike Tara and Joms, who have the metabolism of a dog). How is it related to fear? Well, I'll just come out and say it because admit it, YOU FEAR IT TOO, and so does maybe 85% of all earthlings: Waking up one morning to discover you can't see your feet because your belly's blocking the way.
13. Start acting like an adult and take responsibilities. The excuse 'I'm just a kid' has expired and ain't gonna get you out of jail anymore.
14. On that note, minimize relying on your parents too much. Yes, they are love and you're their only kid, it's time to show them more love (aside from in the form of hugs and kisses). Make them proud. Do your thing. Make a mark for yourself this year. Pay your phone bill.
15. Save! Budget! The words 'Topshop 20% off' have no meaning NO MEANING NO MEANING!
16. If you see something nice, grab it, don't wait and say you'll come back for it. And no, this philosophy extends beyond the subject of retail.
17. Read one book per month. For the earlier part of 2007, I had it good with this recycled resolution. Then work happened, and I'm still reading the same book I started reading in November. And on the subject of books, read educational books, like Marketing for Dummies or something. (and I don't mean those chick lit novels who's heroines seem to have your dream job: it's not a learning experience, okay?).
18. Do my job well. Mistakes will be committed, but the best part it, they will also be forgotten because I will more than make up for them. Bow.
19. No more half-baked things. If you say you're gonna fix your room, don't just fix your closet, fix the entire room. Same goes for your job. Actually, the room is a metaphor, this is all about your job.
20. Give a good reason for people to remember my name even beyond 2008.
xoxo. Happy 2008, bitches.
Current Music: bell x1 - eve the apple of my eye
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December 11th, 2007
03:20 pm - maraming meester
blair everywhere. <3
Current Music: bones - the killers
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October 19th, 2007
08:00 pm - my childhood bible
Do you remember?
Jessica and Elizabeth? The Unicorn Club? BRUCE PATMAN? Todd Wilkins? Enid Rollins? Sweet Valley Kids? Junior High? SVH Senior Year? SVU? Their Secret Diaries? Suspense Thriller editions (especially the one where the entire cheerleading squad is kidnapped by an old frustrated cheerleader who got kicked off the squad in high school)?
and of course, Lila Fowler, my favorite bitch?
Sweet Valley. Admit it, you know you loved it, too.
Current Music: Sweet Valley High theme
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October 14th, 2007
01:22 pm - Style Like You Mean It
Alas, my fashion styling course has come to an end =( Class was one of the things that I truly looked forward to every week during my unemployment phase, and then when I did get employed, it was where I escaped to once a week when things at work were, erm, dodgy. Last Saturday, on our last session, I was so sick I showed up for class looking like a crack whore in withdrawal. Which is like breaking an unwritten code at fashion school, where everyone's in boots, fedoras, coats and scarves. So I showed up for my last day of class in a hoodie and the loosest pair of pants I own, no accessories whatsoever, and slippers. The minute I walked into the classroom, in all my oily glory, curls reaching out in 24 different directions, (and I was LATE), my professor asked if I was okay. Gad. I must have looked awful. Twice he asked if I wanted to go home (maybe coz I was a disgrace, and would taint the class with my, ugliness *gulp* just kidding). But when you're sick and haven't had a full meal in 5 days, you just don't care.
(After class, my parents took me to the hospital, where I remained for the next 3 days, hooked up to that horrid dextrose and with blood being drawn from me at seemingly random parts of the day (and night). Never in my life will I ever step into a hospital again. That sounds irrational and probably unavoidable, but I'M NOT GOING BACK WITHOUT A FIGHT which I will lose anyway coz I'll be sick but JUST TRY!)
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Fashion Show! Fashion Show! Fashion Show at Lunch! - Kelly Kapur, the Office
(Well, at dinner, actually). The culmination of the class was a portfolio, which we shot a few Saturdays ago. And styling jobs at a fashion show last month, which was one of the most awesome oh wow like totally freak me out I mean right on experiences of my life. I was assigned to Krislyn Lee (remember the name people you'll be wearing her clothes someday) and there is NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING that compares to the thrill of being backstage with all hell breaking loose in a flurry of tafetta and false eyelashes. Our job was basically to dress the models assigned to us. The designers provide the clothes, but the rest of the look is up to you. And we had to use our own stuff, which is why I never regret grabbing crazy stuff from the ukay even though some items seem like you need the space age to dawn first before you can actually use them. There was even one point in the evening when I found myself watch-less, earring-less, bracelet-less and boot-less (as in, barefoot dude!) because everything on me was already on a model. sacrifice, sacrifice.
One of the highlights of the evening was---and before I say this, I just wanna make sure you know I'm TOTALLY STRAIGHT, no other tendencies whatsoever--- I SAW A BRAZILIAN MODEL. Yes, an actual Brazilian model, like Adriana Lima and Alessandra Ambrosio and Gisele! And like a lot of us (dare you deny it), I've had this Brazilian fever for quite some time now. and of course, because I'm a good friend, I was texting updates to Joms and Tara, who were on their way to watch the show.
6:35 The Brazilian blew a bubble gum.
6:53 The Brazilian is demonstrating some sort of Brazilian dance to the make-up artist.
Thank God I wasn't in charge of dressing the Brazilian (or is that a bad thing?) because I was seriously teetering on the edge of the dark side. Imagine if I got to touch her. Aaaah. And, another model who was assigned to me looked like Ornusa, whom I love (in a totally straight girl I wanna be you not do you kind of way).
Like I said. Awesome. Oh Wow. Like totally freak me out I mean right on, right?
Le Portfolio
First off, I would like to thank MIKES, photographer extraordinaire, for shooting and editing the pictures. I hope you know that you're brilliant; AB for lending me accessories, TANIA and QUITTIE for being beautiful and being my friends (and cousin) therefore giving me a chance to exploit you =P and of course TARA, MARSHY, and JOMEL, for providing moral and technical support and being the coolest model entourage (you should have your own show. i'll be the stylist).
Here's my favorite picture.
I <3 NY.
and of course, tennis. Nike had a Sale, woop. And I spent an entire month's savings on what I call the Daniela Hantuchova top. WORTH IT, my friends, so worth it.
And thank you GOD. I finally have a portfolio. I pray that this will be start of my fantastic fantasies come true.
SHAMELESS PLUG
If anyone's in need of a stylist for anything at all (or knows anyone who does), please, don't hesitate to give me a call. This girl will love you forever. XOXO.
Current Music: california - AB O'Neill
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