it made me cry...

i was reading this blog a while back, and it was a revelation of a human soul...for soooooo long, i have never read any post that was AS BEAUTIFUL AND INSPIRING AS THAT WAS! I may be an emotional wreck sometimes, and that really made me cry. Opening up and letting all the facades vanish may seem like a huge step, but to have courage and heart to witness that, god, it made me cry...kudos for you too, you deserve it! You are a beautiful person, L, and you deserve nothing but the best. What you just went through is something that doesn't happen everyday...Gud luck to you, and may the love you seek (and greatly deserve) be just around the corner! till next time...

The newest top model i love...Jordan Loukas!

Those eyes!!!those lips! that face!!! no wonder the fashion world easily welcomed this aussie into its couture embrace!

Oooooooohhhhhhh....he bit it!!!

first and foremost, you can have your own rotten spot, swallow it whole, coz i'tll be like swallowing your foot whole!one word: yuck! the bitch, the truth and the ugly's main purpose is to expose the bitchy, ugly, truth about people-and those who swallow the words i spit is totally... just think: swallowing other's spit! super thin?thanks for the compliment, but that was an understatement! im not just thin, i'm waif! i'm 5'10 and a half (sooooo tyra), i've got uber long legs,i've got the fiercest eyes (and i don't need dior shades to compliment it!),i only weigh 49kg(bulimic-so supermodel!), i pose like i was born to bring couture in this world(and to show the world who deserves to do couture), and most of all, i'm a bitch!

yeah, maybe you don't need photoshop and i do,(i don't have good skin, really), but atleast, my photoshoot does not end wherin the final, "BEST", shot is me staring almost at the back, hiding my face...well, i won't blame you, atleast you have an eye on what angle you look best, even if it is the back of your head (oh, you did put on a patch..., you don't have to cover that much, the fashion world embraces odd beauty...i mean, beauty?)love yah!P.S. watch out for my next photoshoot, i might just educate you about a thing or two about couture!

kate's hologram!

here is kate moss' hologram for the alexander mc queen fashion show in the louvre museum....love it!!!!

Aussies hitting it to the next level....

Australia's Next Top Model does have the right to brag...they have showcased some of the best model pictures there is to see...I just hated it when they changed their host for the 3rd cycle onwards...Heynatz was sooooooooo much better!and more beautiful, fiercer, modelesque-er! here are some of their best pics from the second season! genius!!!

love it!!!!

canada's next top model...are they hitting it?

i bought a DVD of Canada's Next Top Model hosted by Mr. J from the original show...after watching it, i have to say, there's a good ring to it! the opening is fierce, and the pictorials aren't bad either!here's some of their pics...

antm 12....GET INTO THE FOLD!!!

YAY!!!!I FINALLY WATCHED THE AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL PREVIEW FOR CYCLE 12! the ad featured a ballerina/model running through a hall, finally jumping into a bunch of letters of ANTM! and there's another one, where models are like appearing form a couple of origami papers, and shriveling back!FIERCE!!!

Photoshop Miracles...

i know, u have read stuffs like this before, but i still don't get it why some people still treat it as a way NOT to improve the picture but simply to decorate their pics and be like "voila!" There's this gay who posted in his blog a picture where he extols his greatness as a picture editor, and all that, but all he really did was to put all those glittering bullshit around his face and feel like a nymph! I'M LIKE "THAT'S IT?"...wanna see how far i can go to really give a picture that fairy tale essence? compare my before and after pic below:

here's my before and after pic!!! hahaha, see the similarities? now beat that! who's the nymph now!!!

the new kate moss? i almost puked!!!

i first read it from a magazine...then another magazine...then a news report about the Sao Paolo Fashion Week...then another magazine...then from E.T....then BOOM!!!!i could not just ignore it, for the couture god's sake! is Agyness Deyn really the new Kate Moss?

for those stupid people who doesn't know agyness(left) and kate!)!

HELL NO! NO FUCKING WAY!!!ok, she's cute and long-legged and fierce and knows what she's doing and all, but to compare, or even describe her as "the next", Kate Moss is totally a bad way to blow it!!! KATE MOSS IS A LEGEND! the moment her "OBSESSION" hit the fashion world, Kate Moss captured the fashion world in a single grip! ads after ads after ads took her under their wing, but she was the reason those ads flew (see the irony?) and she changed the fashion world forever (she made those old world supermodels look pathetic!good for them!) Agyness Deyn? NOT IN THIS LIFETIME BABY!NO, NO,JUST PLAIN, STRAIGHT FORWARD NO!!! IN THE NAME OF LA CHAPELLE, NO!!!

It Hurts....it ain't elastic!

I can still remember when i had my first...uhmmm...you know what i mean! but i'm not talking bout the usual oral routine! i'm talking bout the butt encounter..
well, it wasn't fun at all1 i think of it as an unfair intercourse when only he gets satisfied (all ya'll bottoms out there, raise your glass for me!i'm your voice, for god's sake!) its like having your hole drilled by something too big, and your hole can't seem to adjust that you can't even give some lovin' moan! it was like screaming for dear life! and after the encounter, god, i was soooooo exhausted that i couldn't even stand up ( he asked me if i wanted to go out and grab some coffee and i'm like "are you kidding me?") so i stayed there, feeling as if i have been raped and betrayed and murdered!!!but hey, i don't give a damn!as long as he gives out those outrageous moans ("oh goooooooooood!!!oh yes!!!aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!), i still feel as if i'm not a lousy partner when it comes to new dimensions (ok, ruben, there goes the martyr again!) but, hear this: to all tops out there, after you have tortured as like there's no tommorow, better make sure that you can give us satisfaction that'll make us forget our ass trauma! (oh my god, i smell a pulitzer!) and please, always have a lubricated condom so as not to frighten us! especially if your cock makes us doubt your most powerful organ: is that a cock or a tree trunk? love ya'll!!!!

And the SUPERMODEL that I love for the moment is...

AI TOMINAGA! I mean look at her, isn't her face disgustingly stunning (no pun intended!) I saw her in one of DIOR's fashion shows, and I'm like "huh? what a face!" and by that, i mean "GOOD LORD, SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!"

Couture was made for her, don't you think! (but remember: COUTURE WAS INTENDED FOR ME!)

Abra people rock!

let me tell you a story when i first went to Abra when i was in 2nd year high school! it was during the regional schools press conference, and we were like "oh my god, this place is soooo...._________(anything negative, just fill in the blank!) we slept in a school for the whole duration of the contest (5 days!we slept inside classrooms for 5 days!) but the worst part? the comfort rooms!not only were they below subpar, they were just plain disgusting!totally disgusting! and....god!you have to wait in line for like 5 hours just to take a bath! i mean, hello? there are like 400 students and 5 comfort rooms, and the reason why it takes people forever to stay inside was because A.) they are such insensitive assholes and they don't give a shit about the people outside, who are in the verge of shitting their pants!or B.) they left such a huge, disgusting mess in the toilet bowl that they are now frantically doing evrything they could to hide it, or maybe because the person next in line saw it and went bulimic, plus the nauseaus smell was too overpowering that it made the whole line shudder with disgust!

So anyway, my gay friend and I decided to beat the usual routine. How? We planned to get up early...as in 4am, to use the toilet, take a long bath, and maybe take another potty incase we feel something welling up inside our tummies! so we woke up at 3:50 am, ran to the comfort rooms and, WHAM!right in front of us, a huge line awaits! we underestimated the other students! they were thinking the same thing! so what to do? nothing! we just decided to not take a bath, and just walk outside the campus, and hope that a cute guy will appear infront of us! we went sourgraping the incident! "i bet the water's dirty anyway!" "i think the CR is haunted by ghosts!" "blegh! who needs toilet bowls!the human race can survive without it!"

But deep within our hearts, we wanted to scrub the thickening dead skin cells from our neck asap!i felt so sticky, you could almost use my sweat as an alternative for a super glue!i nearly cried...when suddenly, a fairy godmother appeared! she owned the house infront of, which wasn't really big, and she was cleaning the front gates. when she asked us "why the sad face?" (ofcourse she didn't say it as is!), we instantly complained (talk about pathetic!). Atfirst, she was like so-so about it, but when she found out that we were from baguio, she almost went balistic! after a few dizzy moments, i suddenly found myself inside their living room, eating glorious food, and sippng coffee! She woke up the whole household, who then gathered around us and started giving us whatever things we didn't even need! we took a long shower, and used the toilet the right way: as our throne! After i stepped outside the bathroom, i soon found the woman at the neighbor's house, asking the neighbor to have their cable wire connected to their television set (they didn't have their own connection) so that her guests-us-could watch something interesting! i was stunned! if they say that filipinos are hospitable, its an understatement!filipinos take it to the extreme. After another hour, we finally left the house, our grins reaching our ears, as we were excited to tell everyone how lucky we just got!Abra people rocks!

going deviant (as in deviant art!)

a couple of a-holes at school are making a fuss about their accounts for deviantart.com! they're like "im gonna look into my deviantart account and see what i can get!" or "he's not that good at drawing!have you seen his artworks at deviantart?" so i was like "whats with this deviant fever?" after browsing the net, and learning much a bout it, deviantart.com is actually a site where people can store, sell, and upload different artworks for the whole net world to see!i made a new account for myself, and i created my first ever digital art, using adobe photoshop! i used the lasso tool to select a particular region, then airbrushed to death! it took me a whole day to create it, but it was really fun!i know it looks amateurish, but i love it! it's me me me ( i mean, the image!it looks like me, minus the goatee!)

am i not an artist?

The Diplomat Files: The Prequel

who says diplomat hotel is all about the spooks! it can be the perfect setting for your couture photoshoot! and i just proved this with my picture below ( yes i know, i went drag and all!but, my dear friend, just look at those legs!it deserves some credit!), taken by my BFF and ever, Loreto Dacoroon a.k.a. Sash! Loved the photo!(don't you)

Now, any plans to go to that place is beyond spooks...its couture, ethereal, and fierce! comment on the photo, people! admit it, i deserve a compliment!

the Diplomat Files: Part 2

well, now...where did i stop? oh yeah...well, here goes!

so then, we went to diplomat hotel one saturday afternoon! it was a lazy afternoon, really, but i wanted to go there, so i got ready in like 20 minutes, rode a taxi, and got there in 45 minutes. it was a smooth ride when suddenly, BEEP! a text message from ate liv telling me ..."WHAT? JEDA AND MILDRED ARE COMING TOO?"God, those people! so, without further ado, i just had to put on another fake veneer and be like "oh my god, jeda, so glad you came!" whatever! so, when i got there, i immediately wanted to get some photos (maybe i'll catch a glimpse of a ghost or two)! so i grabbed jetli and asked him to direct my impromptu photoshoots. He was scared ("ala gurl, ayoko! baka may makita pa ako, im not prepared!") so i had to go by myself. I took photos of the corridor, the fireplace, and finally, the bath tub! It was fun at first, but then i noticed that most of my pictures were blurred! my hands weren't trembling, so i found this weird. To test my theory, i took another picture of me inside that "hot tub" while holding the camera as steady as possible. still, it was blurred! freaky, i thought. So, i went around the place, took some more pictures, did some catwalks, until it was time to go. So i immediately went out, joined my friends outside the gate, and opened all the pictures i stored at the camera, and...wait a minute? where are the pictures?

i soon realized that all the pictures were gone. There was only one picture left! and the freakiest part? when you open your gallery menu in your phone, you would see a thumbnail of your pic, ryt? right! i saw the thumbnail of my picture, allright! it was me, sitting on a tub, smiling as plastically spastic as possible! but once i opened the picture to view the image on a larger scale, all i see is a blurred image with a black figure in the center. Freaky, totally! i sent it to some of my friends, and they all saw the same!

THE DIPLOMAT HOTEL FILES: Part 1

Yes, this is ony the first part of my creepy experience in that god-forsaken place, that f'ing haunted building..that...ok, im just a bit bitter, coz i wasn't able to see any ghosts for the last few years that i had spent going to that old, abandoned place!


Well, let me start with... 2 years ago! me and some of my friends went there to release the tension we felt in this world, to remove the anxiety we carried with us, to put off the burdens we... ok, we just went there to drink! we arrived there at about 8pm, and i was carrying, through huffs and puffs, all the drinks we planned to consume (it weighed about 3 kilos. gosh, imagine the f'ing toll it took on my amazingly slim body!) so, after bribing the guard to let us inside the building on such a late notice (and paying him P80! gosh, those f'ing guards!), we were finally able to infiltrate the creepy place! and when i say creepy, i mean REALLY CREEPY! i mean, the place looks like the perfect setting for a movie where a demented psychopathic anatomy doctor keeps his victims!or a setting where a wicked doctor once used the place as a haven of child torture (much like that one in "hostel") or a setting where...so anyway, we entered the building!this is how it looks like:

i mean, hello? how creepy is that? and imagine we went there at night! so anyways, we went inside, and i pretended that i wasnt scared (i heard from a friend that pretending to be brave is one way for ghosts not to spook you, and that ghosts fall for that shit anytime!) we went inside, and after a few seconds, i suddenly felt that cold, eerie feeling! who wouldn't? look at the pictures!and remember, it was 8 pm! not a single light was on, so we had to make use of cellphone lights to guide us in! all my friends (some of them total jackasses) were forced to shut up: you cannot deny that cold aura even if you insist that it was psychological! there were 9 of us, and we proceeded to the 2nd floor, where we thought we would feel safe (wrong!i found out!) and tried to find a room where we could stay (very wrong! i later found out!) and reached the fire place (the fatal mistake!i found out!) and there was this surge of cold and heavy feeling that just washed me out! it was in that place that i felt...so anyway, we decided to go back down and start drinking before our nerves get the better of us! we settled in a quiet corner where we can drink peacefully: a place that is far from the guards sight incase he suddenly decides to check on us (if he had the guts to go in alone!) but still near an exit incase those damned souls suddenly decides to check on us to test if someone can see their rotting faces and gory bodies.

and so, we started to gulp those little angels of satisfaction! it took me 2 bottles of san mig strong ice to finally calm down, (i didn't smoke that time!) and we started getting noisy. I dont know if it was the alcohol, but soon, we felt warmer, and noisy, and horny, and... so anyways, our drinking session went on, until...CLUG, CLUG,CLUG CLUG,CLOP,TUG,DUG,DUG (and whatever other sound effect you might think is more appropriate for it! im just describing it the way i heard it) we heard like a hundred footsteps that came crashing from the upper floor!it was as if hundreds of people were running around!it was so f'ing scary, the next thing i knew, i was outside the gate, running for dear life! who gives a fuck bout the others when...hey, wait a minute!...where are the others? i realized there were only two of us, the other 7 a-holes were no where to be found (they took another route to run to-deeper into the building!f'ing morons!) after a couple of minutes, they emerged, safe and unharmed (one had a cut on his forehead!one moron pushed him aside to run!talk about friends for ever, through thick and thin...and spook, in this case!) we vowed never to go back to that place, until...

a year ago! and and two of my friends decided to go back to that place to...uhm...to, you know, investigate on...ok fine! we just went there to freak ourselves out! after bribing the guard with the international language anyone understands (money!), we went in! it was about 8pm, and we said our prayers outside before surging in (and i led the prayer, the kind and godly person that i am!) we held hands, as we walked inside. it was sooooooooo fucking freaky!(it really is!see, i even used the f word!) we went around the place, but (thank god) didnt see anything! the bullshit part came in the next day: WE ALL GOT SICK! as in, we all felt ill, i felt something heavy on my chest and shoulders (its not the "shutter" type of pain, thank god) and so did my friends! we all went home early! we concluded that it was because of our entry in that building! i wasn't that convinced, however! but i am now, because...

a few weeks ago, i went back to the place with ate mariliv, anton, efren and jetli! we even brought some alcohol! the place looked freaky as ever, and after bribing the guards with money (this time P150! god, those guards!damn them!) we were able to get in...it was already 9pm (i think) and we entered the place! and, surprise, surprise : I WASN'T SCARED AT ALL! I SWEAR! i went inside ahead of them and the only thing i was thinking about was about my runway walk ("ate liv, why is jetli's walk better than mine?") and i went about smoking, doing catwalks, smoking, doing some more catwalks, etc.) the first time i felt fear was when i touched one of my friends:HE WAS SO F'ING SHAKING! you could really feel the fear he felt! god, it was insane! to be able to have someone with that aura is just tooo overwhelming, so i let go! after a couple more minutes (and with our drinks untouched...hello? who was in the mood to drink?) we finally left! outside the gates, all the stories started pouring out (one saw this, the other felt that, another heard this, one thought he saw that) and i'm like..."WHY THE F DID I NOT FEEL?SEE?HEAR A SINGLE THING? So did i enjoy the experience? not that much! as for my friends...well, they dreaded it! wanna know what happened the day after? anton became infected with chickenpox(for the second time), efren totally got sick(he didnt wear pageant make-up to school...FOR THE FIRST TIME!) and ate liv contracted a cold! and i didnt get sick! i ended safe and same and sane (pimples and all)and it was soooo weird! (jetli didnt feel ill or anything! he didn't enter the place, in the first place!) a girl a while back told me that i didn't get sick or anything because i had this strong aura, and that the ghosts or any other bad elements couldn't mess up with me (i was grinning the whole time she said that!i love being complimented like that)...and so, i thought i was untouchable, until... (to be continued!)

GETTING STARTED...

well, there you have it! i have now entered the world of blogging! first and foremost, let me get one thing straight: brianboy doesn't have anything to do with this!but i adore that squeaky little boy, i mean, who could be gayer than him/her/whatever he/she prefers! ok, this is about me, i just want to tell you that my blog doesn't really expose anything which is beyond whta you read in most blogs, or nothing about the latest jists of f.y.i., but let me tell you one thing: ITS GONNA BE ONE OF A KIND RIDE! im not one of those bloggers who goes like "i hate this world" (but i wouldn't call the world a sweetheart either) and im not one of those stupid bloggers who go like "i went out a while back, and the weather was so hot, and i had fun with my friend mara, and i felt blessed!"(god, those f'ing people). this blog is about everything that stands for itself,..this blog is for THE BITCH, THE TRUTH, AND THE UGLY!