"when the going gets tough, the couture gets going."

Ladies and gentlemen, fags and hags, ME.

I am a supermodel. I’m too sexy for your love. I’m too beautiful to even utter the word “ugly”. I am a narcissistic, condescending, self-centered bitch who’s so fabulous I even think it’s part of my DNA. I could be the line of demarcation between the haves and not haves. I speak English, Filipino, and two other regional dialects fluidly I could go and talk for days without water. I am a superficial, wretched, backstabbing monster you wished you never knew. I am so f*cking rich I own forty percent of Trump Holdings. Every time we meet for dinner I have caviar, crepes, and Fettucine in balsamic vinegar while Paris Hilton gorges on sizzling sisig, paella, and RC Cola. I am a nature lover I even water my Hibiscus plants with Evian, and as an animal lover I love furs and feathers—be it raccoon, brown bear fur, or ostrich feather, and I also dig ivory and cosmetics tested on animals. I am so unique I even had a cloned brother who is so gay he even sweats pink glitter, but he died of poisoning, he swallowed two of my three Chanel lip shimmers, and drank my Maybelline mascara fluid. I am Bryanboy’s lighter-than-evil imaginary and delusional twin sister, and I am a menace to our community. I live in a third world country where living life like a goddess, whipping beautiful boys, and shopping like there’s no tomorrow is a sin. I can’t even fathom why I mingle with some of the glamorous people that graced the earth when I’m one fourth-fairy, one-fourth-goddess, and half-humanoid who feed on Credit cards, profound thoughts, and Louis Vuittons. I could be the monstrous fag who can give you sleepless nights because once provoked—with some high-sugar soda, comfy flats, and an unlimited budget—I can shop till the shopping havens of the earth drop. Above all, I could be all this pretentious, pitiful bastard, but I can also be the simple little lamb Mary always had. Besides, after all the hustle and bustle of my amazing world are the judgment and thoughts I need to keep at the end of the day (I guess I can still have a relaxing foot scrub, another pair of fetish shoes, and a Starbucks Caramel Macchiato.) Fuck. Millions are starving on this earth and i'm still a fashionista. a hard-headed, cold-hearted bitch who can step on anyone on the way. Fuck. 2/25/2007

fucking fabulous

fucking fabulous
this is o fucking fabulous. the biggest LV on motherfucking earth!

The Great Grace Jones

The Great Grace Jones
holy mother of venus! the great grace jones! the statuesque, ethereal-voiced grace jones. another fucking fabulous favorite of mine, ya'll.. nothing beats a good rhythm than the Ms. Grace Jones Rhythm..

my laundry

my laundry
it's the first time i've been away from my parents for this fucking work, gotta do some laundry for myself, because i already brought the rest to the laundry house,, here are some. a pack of ariel and two packs of Downy fabric conditioner definitely works for my couture.

Quick! Here's Alek Wek!

Quick! Here's Alek Wek!
Another model i'm diggin'. The statuesque frame definitely is a winner! a feast to the eyes, a refreshing sight to the alabaster-infested runways of the world. Another first. another fucking fabulous first.

Cyber Chic.

Cyber Chic.
This is from Manish Arora, another favorite. when Arora showed this piece as a finale for his s/s 07 show, he definitely stood just beside Hussein Chalayan and Nicholas G-whatever his last name is - for Balenciaga! Hurray for cyber chic. forget the pathetic look-at-me-i'm-dainty freaks of pleasantville. this is indeed fashion-forward!

Monday, February 26, 2007

Tumbleweed: Is Philippine Television truly Filipino?

The television industry in the country has come a long way since the advent of many innovations in Television Production. New and fresher ideas arrive like throngs on buses everyday. But where did these ideas spring from?
They call it Globalization, the inclusion of a multitude of nations into one “global village.” Let us not forget modernization and all other aspects related to such.
When the hands of globalization tapped the archipelago on all its points, we never stopped dancing to the beat of these newfound “glories.” It has become, as a matter of fact, the trend which the whole world cradled--having one taste, one face anywhere.
And since then, Philippine television was never the same old story we see on T.V. It has changed—a lot.
Several Philippine Television programs are somehow stereotypes of foreign shows many would have seen through Cable television. We can’t help but admire the authenticity of these foreign programs, the twists and turns of their quintessential lives, the mentality, the attitude, the verve that is ‘in’ them.

These and more of the attributes of a typical Philippine Television show will indeed illustrate that it has its foreign roots. Where is the Filipino Identity? The Filipino ingenuity and originality which we ought to demonstrate?

Blame it on Globalization, on Modernization. The Modern Filipino has now gained global insights, affecting their privilege of choice from an infinitesimal to a humungous range of options. With the dawn of Cable television and frequent visits from far-flung cultures through imported “products”, the possibilities are almost endless. We can choose between a show promoting local products and a show promoting foreign products like Gucci and Versace, we can opt not to watch “Hiram” but watch Seventh Heaven, we can choose not to see Julius Babao broadcasting live but watch the Iraqis’ ordeal through CNN and CNBC, we can go for Fashion TV than watch the Ifugaos dance on Silip Sining, and we can opt not to watch Kris Aquino brag about her love life and see who’s dating Paris Hilton. The array of preferences seems eternal.

It is our, the viewing public, taste which affects how the Television industry will structure its shows to suit the palates of the global Filipino. They are maneuvering their programs into compositions reminiscent of the ones the viewers see on international channels. With this effort, they will not lose us because we will be satisfied by local versions of the shows we see abroad. We will be excited to see who’s next to swallow a cup of slimy earthworms on Extra Extra Challenge, we will be thrilled to see the next Grand Questor, we are eager to know why Martin left Vivian in “Lovers and Paris”, and we will be enthralled by the anonymity of the next winner in “Game Ka Na Ba?”. And then, ratings go high--the Industry survives.

Centered on the shows I mentioned earlier, we may see no essence of being a Filipino. However, these do not generalize Philippine Television. I still believe that there are indeed shows promulgating the Filipino spirit like “Silip Sining” and “CCI Asia”, “Marina” and “Mulawin”, Noontime and comedy shows, among others. I see a concoction of distinct Filipino character in these shows, the fun-loving, romantic, entertaining, creative, culturally-diverse Filipino which surpasses all that is petty in this era.

Philippine Television, in its quantitative level, isn’t that globally marketable enough to compete back-to-back with its foreign counterparts.

Being global doesn’t mean losing our roots; it’s about establishing an unswerving contact between our roots and modernization.

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