forgive, forgiven, forgotten, forgo

i remember when i was a kid, i used to have this red and black train, with built in sound and smoke [but you have to put oil first] my uncle gave me. my hands were dying to touch them. it was my first movable-transportation-miniature ever! [even if i am not fond of playing cars when i was a kid.]. to drive my point, i lost it during summer of 1999. i was never insouciant about the incident. neither did i had a carefree feeling.

i think that it is but proper to start with an introduction than go straight to the point. so, point is, there was this guy, um, he isn't familiar but we know each other by name. he was a friend of a friend and there was really no formal introduction or something like that. for four years in my university, i rarely see him coz they had classes somewhere. haha. anyways, i think i was able to see him first year. but now think, the fluffy-fleecy feeling is gradually ebbing. thank gawd i was able to divert my attention to something else.

i think that forgoing is gianni versace's death... or

naomi campbell's fake death... or

valentino garavani's retirement.

bitchy franny and dumbass joey (a prank post)

if there is one word i would want to curse my entire life, it would be thesis. you know! having to take up a crash course in thesis making is stressful second to advance calculus. and what's worse is having to make it with the help of only a member of the group. well, franny is sometimes bitchy but hell! she helps out... unlike HOG-warts major joey. i mean, yes, he provides us with the printer but ONLY a printer. i admit, he is our transport man but gawd, we are talking about thesis here, not the red auto/machine or whatever.





















franny and joey

all im saying is that, this is our last year, our make-or-break semester and i did my all [technically, we, me and franny]. but assessing what he did and what he has contributed to our group is like 'lighting a cancer stick, you have temporary benefits but no long term whateves!"

joey is...
a mullhead,
a douchebag,
a nigg*.
a walking polo shirt,
a d*ck head,
a chocolate chip,
a loser!

the sequin generation: and they saw the light of day

a sequin dress is a staple most woman should and must have! either you have it on your closet or you wear target. here are some of the sequin dresses i ♥!

from top: heidi klum in dkny, hayden panettiere in alice + olivia, fergy in emanuel ungaro, kelly clarkson in dolce jovani, michael kors, emilio pucci and... what's her name again? hilary deaf? or whatever in rafael lopez! [note: i covered her(hilary deaf) eyes because they were red and disgusting!]

linda as bold as a font

the 44-year old supermodel gave vogue italia spreads a nostalgic-black and white-gloom-and-dark-feel. photographed by steven klien, here's a sneak-peek.

hermes notable clientele slashes heart evanglista

hermes birkin bag revealed its notable clientele via wikipedia.org. last year or some months ago, i was re-fascinated with hermes that i went over every article and video there is about the bag. no doubt these women celebs in the phils are so popular, that is because of their hermeses, its the bag dahlin! gretchen, claudine, angel locsin, mikee cojuanco, kc, sharon, ruffa mae quinto, the ayalas and a chua-go! perfect for a third-world, a million-peso bag!

hermes himalayan birkin bag

i have been uber-dazzled by hermeses these past few years and i am hoping, wishing that maybe someday i could afford the "eternal-it-bag!" named after british-born singer and actress, jane birkin, it has gained popularity throughout the globe. its a luxury bag, only rich and filthy rich people can afford it. after all, its the bag, the leather and the name that you are buying.

on persons and places

today is a long day. as usual, my groupmates and i went to-as usual-mcdo for some thesis making. i woke up late coz of staying uplate. met up with groupmates at 1 and made thesis revisions and alterations for 4 hours. i drank two upsized coke and swear to GOD i feel really bloated! i must and should not eat for the next hours to lessen the sugar intake and to stabilize things up. coke is not really my thing, but i guess the cocaine is kicking in. i mean, sugar rush! ate some frenchy friesey and i was thinking of transfats and all and i was like--"OMG! what will happen to all those potatoes?". i wasnt able to eat a heavy lunch because i thought i was late for the meet up, well in fact i was!

(shirt: GAP, chain scarf: own design, LV pochette)

got a lot of trouble-reminiscing lately. the things that had happened before that still haunted almost every day that i'm in school. those times that we had to face the whole back-stabbing class, the times where we had to stand proud because we were an "A" and the times that we shared with the most genius, some creative, some dumb, some idiotic, some feeler, some discreet, some virginal classmate of ours. i can limpidly remember myself in the spot light-hot and scrutinizing-spot light, together with my friends, chin, jason and joel. and that moment i can honestly say the "we against the odds" phrase or whatever. but in the first place, things like that happen to most people, i mean to everyone, but its just that that was our time. like i don't blame myself for being pathetic with all the planning and shit, but i don't normally do things with people i don't get along with. like, how the hell would i manage their boastfulness and swallow their inner ego-centric whateves. whispers (if i can only do some voodoo to rebut those sluts).

well, anyway, so much of those melo-dramatic self reminiscing. this is show business and just when you think you have all to carry you to your grave? you could be wrong!

on golds and a silver trophy

this would sum it all up

first round: resolve that school uniforms should be abolished [negative]

semis: there should be a smoking area in the university [affirmative]

there should be a student-lawyer system [negative]

finals: the 10-point agenda of the president was met [negative]

"fashion aside, i can be the next lawyer i think - but i don't have any plans of going inside a court and pressure myself"

mark (my tie), randell (my suede coat), me (in prada top, custom made trousers, salvatore shoes) and erneil