Rude Awakening

Was still wiping the sleepy cobwebs from my eyes when I woke up at 6.30 am to check on a certain package I had sent last Wednesday.

I took this package to the post place Wednesday at 6pm. I forgot the fedex hub in Subic had been closed.. which is why the package only started moving the next day at around 3pm. What it is, is a fashion design drawing, a flat pattern drawing and fabric swatches for a contest I am joining to be held in Japan. I just really really hope it gets there before this day ends.

Clicked absentmindedly on the Stumble button as I waited and landed on this nothing website with a post about Michael Jackson passing away. It seemed a mean-spirited joke. And just to make sure I checked on ever reliable TMZ. And I couldn’t believe it. He really is gone.

I believe the first bit of news out was that he suffered a cardiac arrest. And the things people said!

“Cardiac arrest? He shouldn’t have looked at the man in the mirror!”

“His nose fell off!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“I think he’s been anorexic for many years, this probably had something to do with it..”

“I just read somewhere else that he has been pronounced dead. Overdose of sleeping pills. Apparent suicide.”

“Let him rot.”

And as a commenter said, “This could be very serious. I cannot believe people would be that cruel. Fan or not, have compassion for a fellow human being.”

Michael Jackson concert tickets for an arm on ebay. Maybe they could turn them into a tribute concert instead.

He went to the Philippines way back in the 90’s I think, but I was too young to be allowed. All I remember was seeing that concert on TV and that there was a lady with glasses who got up on the stage with him but was quickly escorted off. I always thought I’d see him in concert, not anymore. Rest in peace Michael Jackson, there are no users, no papparazzi in heaven.

“Dame Elizabeth Taylor is too devastated by the passing of her dear friend Michael Jackson to issue a statement at this time.”

Elizabeth Taylor first dubbed Michael the King of Pop

on michaeljackson.com

Un Nuit Au Maroc

Thursday last week, Amanda Agnes and Sari Lazaro organized a fashion show for their production class. It was one night of fashion in Morocco. Designer students from our school, LaSalle College International, showed their stuff: Athena Tandoc, Finela Gregorio, Engie Garcia, Marge Regala, Kristine Bautista, Miki Hahn, Sari Lazaro and me. It was a great show, thanks to Amanda and Sari.

The location nearly ruined everything but it still was a great show, thanks to Amanda and Sari, everyone who helped and the designers. The place, and I mention this only once, was Warehouse 135. It was such a bad experience I shall never come back there again of my own accord, but the YoU Magazine launch this Saturday (in which I will be showing some punk rock clothes) will be held there so that will be the last time. First, they had to be told to turn the a/c on while we were setting everything up. And there was no help or any kind of assistance from them at all. When we arrived there late afternoon, the place, looking all dilapidated under the unforgiving lights was dirty, with cigarettes butts everywhere, probably from whatever went on the night before. The toilet had a lot of cockroaches. The backstage was upstairs and I was always scared to leave our things without someone we know because this dodgy crook-like man was always hovering nearby. He won’t even fetch water for my friend who needed to take some medicine. And while the models were undressing, the crook-guy and another goon were stealing looks! Athena had to tell him to give us a bit of privacy and he took one step back. We had to compensate and hide from them when they should be helping make things better. While the show is on-going, I was watching from the balcony backstage, waiting for my turn, and one guy came up to me and had the gall to tell me to tell everyone else to not nudge the stupid tables because the club’s power breaker thingy whatever will explode. What?! That totally doesn’t make sense. And it isn’t even my problem if they have some hacked-up electrical wiring that could cause major accidents with a single nudge of a table. It’s their problem and they either fix it or someone ought to investigate that. They were really gross and rude and unprofessional. I don’t know where the people who work there come from or how they were trained (if there was any training at all) but since they represent that “club,” everything about it was revealed to me in very poor, but clear light.

So next time you think about going there, don’t be fooled by the sparkling lights that hide all the ugly reality and stay near the exits because someone just might nudge a table and cause an explosion: you are in a warehouse that declares the fact in cheap tarp in front and that’s all it really is.

Thanks to:
stylebible.ph
Flip TV
Konrad Ong
LCI photography students
everyone who made it a nice event.

Me and My Broomstick

This is just so perfectly hilarious, I have to post it. (From overheardinmelb)

In Footscray Coles a few days ago.

Customer: So, where are you from?
Check-out guy: The Philippines.
Customer: Do they have witchcraft in your country?
Check-out guy: Yeah, I guess.
Customer: Then why don’t you get on your broomstick and fly back where you came from?
Check-out guy: I only use my broomstick to sweep out the white trash.

Muahaha. The “customer” should have bought some culture and manners. Tsk, tsk.

Did They Think We Won’t Notice?

You can tell by the free “decorations” plastered on every public nook and cranny that the May elections are almost upon us. By “decorations,” I mean the politicians’ “ads”- or their attempt at ads. And by ads I mean those squares of fake smiles on lurid backgrounds of primary colours.

Of course they know that it’s forbidden to paste their campaign stickers on trees, lamp posts and other public properties because no one ever cleans the mess up afterwards. Of course they know there are designated places where they are allowed to put those up. And of course they still had to plaster every inch of available space with their leery grins. Didn’t they think the people would notice?

How can we not notice?

Ugly, tacky and supremely annoying.

And they hope to get votes from us? These people who by definition should be the ones implementing the laws they will soon be sworn to protect? I don’t see what’s so difficult about that rule. Any four-year-old can understand that, why can’t they?

Ridiculous.

As the whole world may know by now, a certain Jun Ducat, armed with grenades, a hand gun and an Uzi, held 32 young students hostage in Manila as his way of showing disgust with corrupt officials and to demand a brighter future for the children.

So in essence he was saying, “Give these kids college plans or I’ll f***ing blow them all up to smithereens!”

I’m sorry but that’s a very idiotic way to convey what he wanted/needed to ask in behalf of those kids. The irony of it! It also doesn’t help that the said hostage taker has been known for his attention-grabbing antics way before this incident.

However well he meant, the minute he (a civilian) got ahold of that grenade, he became a criminal. He endangered the lives of the students, the teachers, the people inside the building he parked outside of and everyone else around him. One of those kids could have tripped and nudged the hand holding the grenade, making it fall, explode and they’d be all dead. The safety pin was off. Who’s to say it wasn’t going to happen?

Instead of scaring all these peple and wasting resources that could have been spent catching other criminals during that time, he could have done something constructive and used the money he spent on planning and setting up this hostage situation on food for hungry children. He could have done something constructive like taking an active part in investigations dedicated to cracking down on corrupt officials. He could have done something constructive like setting up a hotline that anyone can call to report corrupt officials they’ve encountered. He could have done something constructive like raise a foundation for free college scholarship grants.

He could have done something constructive.

Instead he hurt the country. His stunt impeded the city’s productivity for that day. People were stuck in traffic. Parents were made to go through unnecessary grief and worry. He made fools out of the policemen. Tourists are yet again scared off. And he offered himself as another example of what kind of politicians we mostly have: imbecilic. He put himself in prison with nothing to show for it. And the cherry on the whole thing: he copied the scene right off an American movie. How completely typical Filipino “politician”.

Who knows what good this will bring. Probably none. Like rain sliding down a duck’s back, it will all be forgotten in time. But the bad effects has taken effect and are here to stay.

These people infuriate me. They think the end would justify the means. And to make it worse, this time there wasn’t even an end. There was something he was “hoping” would happen because of this stunt which isn’t even certain. He was too brash in deciding to do this. He meant well, as they say, but who really knows? I sure don’t. But even if he really did, didn’t his righteous cause warrant more careful planning than this half-baked and downright ridiculous stunt? It’s insulting, really.

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I have a love/hate thing with Tuesdays. Love it because the next day will be a Wednesday and I’m off during Wednesdays. I hate because I have to wake up extra early.. I have a 7:30 class. I’d rather crawl back under my nice fluffly covers. So anyway, the day consisted of :

♥ a Fine Arts quiz about the more prominent Egyptian, Greek, Roman, Medieval, Renaissance, Baroque and Rococo art works (which I did ok in, I guess
♥ turning English words into Filipino (ex. variety – barayti, candle – kandol.. lol ok maybe i was just making it up- the candle one)
♥ laughing hysterically in this Aussie restaurant called The Gab that Ira, Nikki, Kaye, Hazel, Dana and I had lunch at.
♥ competing with about 4 different hands to try and get a poke at the tiny piece of dough we made for Biology class that nobody in our group could seem to get enough of and trying to smush it into the bottom of a grad cylinder with a stirring rod
♥ reading stories about martyrs in between 5-8-minute long silences induced by our uh… uhm.. ‘unique’ (for want of a neutral word) prof
♥ chocolate dribbling down my chin (i can be quite the pig without meaning to) because of that chocolatey chocolate pastry from Country Style. It’s the chocolatiest pastry I’ve ever tried. I forget what it’s called but it’s very fitting.
♥ the rehearsal for the freshmen induction ceremony thingy for this Friday.

We all basically go up on a stage to have a white beca with the school seal placed around our necks- as a sign of our being formally welcomed into the institution. Added homework: read the University Creed and be able to sing the University Hymn.. (im sorry but it really does sound like something we sing in church)

So… that was that. Happy this day’s over. Hunny coming over tomorrow yay =)

Ms. Let-Me-Totally-Ruin-Your-Day