Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Meet my muses.

"We knew the girls were really women in disguise. Thay they understood love, & even death, & that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them. "

I just gushed over the books. And now I'm on the prowl for virgin suicide fashion. I'm hell bent on it too. Presenting: My new fashionspiration.... [who knew such a morbid book could turn into my new fashion persona?? MUST.THRIFT.SHOP.NOW.]

Lux Lisbon

Lisbon girls in pretty dresses

Mary Lisbon smock

Cecilia in her wedding gown

Cecilia's bangles to cover up her slit wrists [bangle love, baby]


[this is to compensate for the absurdly crappy last post]

These past few days were supposed to be busy days, but after staying up and abusing Roberto's laptop, just so I could finish that impossibly annoying term paper, I decided that I deserved a break. And what better way to relax than to curl up with books, books, books. Yes. I am a bookstore kid. [insert picture of Paige at seven in a second-hand bookstore sniffling as she painfully returns a copy of the baby-sitter's club back on the shelf after being reprimanded of going above her 5 books only limit]. I once begged my grandmother to buy me twenty Sweet Valley books in one go. She complied after much arguing on the grounds that I shouldn't buy another book in a month. I agreed and she locked up the books so I could "moderate" my reading. Little did she know that I opened the cabinet anyway and finished all twenty books in one weekend. I've moved on to "grown-up" reading now (yeahrightpaige). Here's the books I devoured recently:

True Love by Robert Fulghum
Paddy introduced me to Robert Fulghum and I haven't been able to resist buying his books ever since. He's really good. Everytime I finish an essay I always go "aaaaaah.." . This one, however, is a bit different. This is a collection of love stories of sorts. Kinda like Chicken Soup. Except here, you see all kinds of love. One-minute affairs to suicidal eight-year olds. Then of course, his perspectives and such. I bought this book second-hand at a stall in Palma Hall. It had that second-hand smell that I love so much. It doesn't matter that it cost me 50% more than the others. It was gooooood.

Cirque Du Freak 2: The Vampire's Assistant by Darren Shan

Thankie, thankie Polo lurve for introducing me to this series and for painstakingly bringing the next one every week. This one's for vampire entusiasts who fell in love with Goosebumps. Yes. I know Goosebumps is a boy book. But whatever. I remember Michael Rojo lending me his Goosebumps books back in the third grade onwards (he had a HUGE collection). Come to think of it, he was the one who introduced me to Edgar Allan Poe too. Coolness.

Little Pink Slips by Sally Koslow

Sorta like Devil Wears Prada only less bitchy. Good happy read. Not very teenagery though. But a good one nonetheless, seeing as how I plan to be a magazine editor someday. Sofia lent me this one.

Scorpia by Anthony Horowitz

This is the last book in the Alex Rider Series. Sofia lent me this one too. She told me he was cool. Since I have this HUGE crush on Artemis Fowl, I thought I might as well give Alex Rider a try. And gosh did I fall in love with him too. I love Artemis Fowl because he's wickedly smart. I adore Alex Rider for the same reason. A fourteen year old spy for goodnessake. He's wicked cool. Period. The ending was unexpected and I hated it. 'Nuff said.

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffery Eugenides

I saw my roommate reading this one and I begged to have my turn after her. I've been after this book for quite some time now. After seeing it featured in magazines and stuff. IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT. It was a bit morbid, yet insightful. Well-written. I couldn't put it down. And I'm big on the movie. I'm buying a dvd.

I now have a Beerkada comic book in my bag courtesy of R.M. This copy had a dedication on it by Lyndon (the creator!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). I grabbed it out of Popes' hands. Poor Popes. This one looks promising too.

Friday, September 19, 2008


Paige meets Paige.
Why not the world??
I should be talking about significant things. Somehow, I can't. There seems to be too much going on. Maybe next time. When the world stops spinning too fast. Mortality sucks. Big time.
[Yes. I know. You expect better insight from a 17-year old who happens to miss him awfully? I just learned to not see the things that hurt.]

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

waddaya think?

i miss this crazy person.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008


My Howie Severino Interview

Paige at work.

My beloved sister/photgrapher

Proof baby. Woot. The greatness that is PAIGE. :)


My favorite boys

The nerd I love is in red.

Days in the covered walk were never as sweet.


The graduates. My other research group. Plus Nikko. :)

Wipe that confused look off your face,honey.


That's all for now. Paper to work on. BIG test.

[Credits to: My biological sister, France, Nikki, and Reina. You're all loved like crazy, biatches.]

Because I want to brag a lot...

I'm seriously supposed to WORK ON MY PAPER. But one of my blog idols (yes, he's one of 'em cool people--->Dominique) tagged me, I'm doing it. I'm a cool people sucker that way. Woot. Oh yeah. Since I don't know that many bloggers I'm tagging multiply people. So... here goes..

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules.
3. Tell six unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag six bloggers by linking.
5. Leave a comment for each blogger.

Step 3:
  • I cringe when I see happy couples in luuuurve. (Do i have a sign on my forehead that says "PLEASE, hold hands in front of me and hug each other"????!!!?Damnit. Sorry.)

  • I recently got into the habit of drowning my neck in moisturizer. (I'm dead scared of wrinkles and the neck's the first part of your body that shows aging.) Yeah. I KNOW.

  • I clean the cubicle before I use it.

  • You put me in a bookstore and I can stay there FOREVER. Ask anybody.

  • I smile when I look at my reflection. I look fugly when I'm not smiling. I hate looking at myself all fugly.

  • I seriously, firmly believe I'll die a young,dramatic death. I have death wishes in mind. One of them includes Howie Severino doing a documentary on me. (He will only show smiling pictures of me, of course.)
Step 4:

I don't know a lot of blogging people so I'm tagging mostly multiply people.. kay? :p

My BIG six:

Howie Severino(again, YEAH RIGHT PAIGE.)



Popes (Whaaaaaat?)

Mr. Michael Chua(OKAAY PAIGE.)

Therese(because of Pia.)

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

red purse

So much to do. So much to say. More next time.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Hello world

Thanks to my newsletter, I got a glimpse or two of what's up for Spring 2009. Browsing through, look what i found!

Joanne Cordero Reyes

Filipino designer to watch out for! Whooot! (Move over Monique?)

Vicente Villarin Is the New Girl in Town
Don't be surprised when a raven-haired woman takes a bow at the close of the Vicente Villarin show on September 5. New York fashion week newcomer Joanne Cordero Reyes (no relation to Brian or José Ramón) named her business after her grandfather, a classical composer.

Don’t be fooled by the name Vicente Villarin. These feminine designs are actually the creation of female Filipino designer Joanne Reyes. Named after her grandfather, the Vicent Villarin brand represents Sophistication, Confidence, Elegance, Individuality and Modernity; women that want to feel pretty and elegant yet modern and sexy.

This may be Joanne Cordero's first time at Fashion Week under her own label, Vicente Villarin, but the designer is no novice. She cut her teeth at Reem Acra and J. Mendel, making eveningwear for celebs. And this season she's showing at Bumble and bumble, home of the next big thing (Alexander Wang, Sari Gueron, and Bruce all showed there a year ago). Reyes's training with red-carpet designers is readily apparent in the clean, long lines of her gowns. But Reyes adds her own edge to the usual feminine piece. Her pencil skirt is done up in faux-alligator for a tougher, sexier look. Her take on the little white dress involves tulle and a shorter-than-short hemline. And her outerwear borders on architectural, rivaling Jil Sander. She may have learned to dress celebs, but only the truly style savvy (read: not governed by a stylist) will slip into these clothes.

Don't you just love it when a Filipino puts us on the map?

Spring/Summer 2008

Fall 2008

Fall/Winter 2008/2009


we sleep together.

the one moment where everything felt right. even though they weren't.


To whom it may concern:

No matter what I put up in my multiply, you know it's always going to be you.
I still sleep holding to your shirt.
Not a day goes by that I don't tell somebody about your funny antics.
I was looking at some pictures today. I found one of us. Can't help but smile.
You make me smile everyday.
I miss you.
That's all you really need to know.
You already know the rest.

Monday, September 1, 2008


My quest for "cool people", i realized, was ahbsolutely pointless. Thanks to serendipity, my very much hung-over self ran into what i thought was one yesterday. I was giddy. for a while. Then just now I realized that "cool people" are people too. They have lives. It's annoying. In the movies dorks don't get girlfriends. (Well, Paddy's an exception.. :P) In real life they do. And let me tell you, it's not gonna be pretty (I mean the situation, not the girls. The girlfriends aren't bad.) Nerds should stay single and worry about what the rest of the world is too busy with their significant others to think about. Really.. They're not cool people anymore. They're normal. I hate it.