This day should be over

I had a surprisingly good day yesterday, even though it was sprinkled with unwanted flubs and overspending (I'm seriously running low on funds).

My Life Painting plate didn't suck so much (I got an 86 for 3 hours of crammed and crabby work!) and even though I flubbed (read: lost my balance for a nano-second) during the model screening, I passed it with my other model Jam (Muchos thanks to Johan and Asia!!). Sadly, my model of uber-choice, Karla (read: CFAD twin), didn't make the cut.

Some stupid fashion director of some agency asked her if she was willing to loose weight. What? I wanted my model to be curvy! As much as possible, I wanted them to be not stick thin! Not stick thin!! But to save the drama and wasted time, I decided to get the other model Asia got me.

So I have two semi-professional models and a cousin (Maui! ♥) under my management. I'll pay for all of their expenses and then some (regular trips to Starbucks so that they can have a good working relationship. Ha ha.). Oh, and me.

Hello? Do I see another Starbucks planner soon?? I hope not!

Speaking of which, I named my Starbucks planner Bebii.

Bebii is currently full of fashion show stressing, late Animation requirements, bugging of the sponsor-like sort and Pep Squad meetings. I never thought I had such a packed schedule!! I guess my need to fill up Bebii with the things I have to do contributes to me being so stressed and mataray. I don't want to see my Bebii go to waste, kasi naman sayang yung coffee and the permanent dent on my wallet and nervous system.

So much work! Pep Squad pa. I've been transfered from the Booster (taga-sigaw) department to the Drummer (taga-tambol) department. I'm not eve sure if I'm a bass or a snare drummer. God, I don't even know if I have what it takes. Bahala na.

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By the by, I created a fashion blog for my designs, fashion show schedule, details and my fashion-related opinions. It's still a work in progress.

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Drop me a line! Show me that you love me!

♥♥ Creole

P.S.
Today's saving factor: It's a weekend!

HOW IS MY DRING?

Excuse me, your what?

How is my dring?

Luwlz. I saw this the other day painted at the back of a white cab on my way to school. As many of you know (to the Filipinos who read this, at least) that every PUV (public utility vehichle) is required to have that at the rear end of their cars (together with the LTO hotline which isn't a hotline at all.). It's funny how the painter/writer/what do you call them exactly? missed a "V" and an "I". Ohoh. I just think it's amusing.

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Hectic hectic hectic! School's been hectic! Crazy! The fashion show is closer than we anticipated and there's some serious inner-group issues (nothing to be concerned of, of course, we can handle it.). I submitted my designs and had 2 approved and 2 "to be improved".

Which means I have to re-do my designs. Luwlz. I'm not happy with them.

The fashion show brings forth a whole bunch of issues.

he design, how is it related to the Sidewalk theme?

Excecution, will you make it in time? Will your sewers actually listen to you instead of going ahead and making this original-cut dress into a Manang's bestida?

Fabric, will this actually look good with this other type? Is is too thin? Stretchy? Light against this quilted linen?

Models. Will you find 4 in time? If you do, can they walk? Are they even tall enough? Will they listen or will they pull some serious Morgan and bitch out because they have "model" to put under their name?

Money. Simple. Do you have enough?

All these questions run through my messy head every time someone mentions fashion. It's fucking crazy I think I'm going to collapse!

But not.

Last fashion class I suffered a mild anxiety-attack. I started to palpitate, my head starts spinning and breathing is a chore. It seems like I'm pressured and expected to do an amazing job because for the past 2 1/2 years I'm in college I've ranted non-stop about fashion design. HARGH. At least I'm chillax now. I'm tryng to contact models and by models I mean friends who are interested.

If you are SMS me (o9158330136)! If you're 5"3 (w/ or w/o heels) you'd be awesome!

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And oh yeah, I suck at Package Design. Seriously.

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I also got my Starbucks planner! Marishka was mildy surprised to see me with one.

"May nagbebenta ba sa inyo nyan?"
"Wala."
"... So inipon mo lahat ng stickers for one?"
"Yup."
"Lupet mo babe, so wala ka nang pera?"
"Wala na."

Lol lol lol.

Chasing down every temporary high

Happy new year! I mentioned in my last post that I feel really really optimistic about 2007 and I still do. In fact, I'm so glad that a whole bunch of people I know love 2007 (according to a loval paper 91% of Filipinos feel good about 2007) because the positive energy (despite the killer requirements) is awesome.

Pero... (But...)

BAKIT ANG PANGET PANGET NG INTERNET NGAYON??

Why is the internet so ugly??

This whole "internet hates the Philippines srsly" is really annoying. It doesn't affect my 2007 but it's just really annoying! Hayanobayan!

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I'm in serious Stacie Orrico mode now (even though I'm only listening to 2 of her songs ): More to Life, which reminds me of the little green muggle bus (our ride during high school) and requirements limited to bond papers (no canvases, no presentations and ad campaigns!) and I'm Not Missing You because I really missed her face. Luwlz.

Gosh she's gorgeous. She's like Ashlee Simpson (my not-so-secret-shame) pre-nose job and pre-hyperlevel-trendwhorism (because she was a trendwhore when she started). Gosh Stacie, your voice is so "Yeah beb."

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I'm currently filled with Starbucks' Toffee Nut latte (Thank God it's back!). It's bloody delicious, definately first choice among the three holiday drinks. Gingerbread is ok, a lot of people hate it because it's so strong and bizarre. Ikindalikeit. :3 Peppermint Mocha is totally out of the question. I HATE IT. Gross. It's mocha with a kiss of fucking TOOTHPASTE.
Uhm ew.

I drink because I want to help SparkHope. Helping kids is awesome shit. The planner is a selfless gift. Bwahahahah.


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Dear 2007,

Keep it up! You're doing so damn well!

Love,
Creole!!