I know this is an old pitcccherrr but it’s too funny to keep it to myself. MANNNNNNNN do I look young or what? Little boy playing with mommy’s pearls and martinis is dat chu? I swear to god, pyjamas are better than botox!
DAYUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s all I have to say.
Quick message to everyone… it's been crazy the past few days. I'm so sorry if I haven't replied to your emails, phone calls and text messages. I'm seriously backlogged. I also have major blogging to do. I promise to get back to each and every one so please bear with me. For instance, I've been away from the computer the entire day today and I just got home from an event. Pure craziness! Keep the messages coming though. I'll definitely get back to you soon!
Meanwhile, as you can see from the photo above, those cheap ass chica Margielic tees I bought from eBay finally arrived. Let me pick your brain for a bit. I'm sure you've all heard by now how Margiela copied the David Penfound's "Summoning the Storm" artwork. Here's the question — am I wearing the original or am I wearing the "rip-off of a rip-off"?
Answers on a postcard…
Marc Jacobs BB Bag
To be quite honest with you, I’ve been hesitant to blog about this bag because I want to let it linger for a while and enjoy the heart-warming feeling while it lasts. Unfortunately, in the wonderful wicked world of fashion, everything new becomes old faster than the speed of light. Today’s news will be tomorrow’s dog poo scooper and as one hater succinctly put it, my precious bag will somewhat fade into obscurity faster than what I think. But whatevs. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
(Yes I wore pyjamas to the club.)
Now. Who wants to see BB bag pics? Click click click!
O HAI GUYZ ANG GUWAPO NG BAGONG JOWA KO!!!! CHARING!
Fi Fy Fo Faux
OK Fine. Lots of people asked me to post the entire photo set of that faux MJ ad campaign I did. I know I didn't post the large version of the pics because I thought I look horrid in these.
We took those pics at the parking lot of a mall and I didn't have the time to fix myself. It was super spontaneous. We managed to get 3 snaps before the mall security guard told us we're not allowed to take photos in the parking lot. Bah. Click click click!
Why, hello there! Do you like my pyjamas?
Can you imagine…
Just for fun. That's all.
A Moment of Marc Magic
There are times when I cannot help but wonder how FICTIONAL my life is. Looking back, I’ve had god knows how many moments and memories that are TOO GOOD (or perhaps too bad, too ker-aaazy, too this and that, too something something) TO BE TRUE.
But nothing beats this once-in-a-lifetime (i hope not!!) moment I’m about to share to you all. It’s been twelve hours and I’m still crying my face off. I’m literally on cloud nine! This is what tru fashin dedicashin dreams are made of.
Are you ready? Click click click!
Chica people use DHL
Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, DHL seems to be the official carrier of chica people who fulfill the dreams of others.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
I KNEW IT!!!
I KNEW IT! I KNEW there’s a mini-me floating around there somewhere. In a weird twist of fate, look who I bumped into yesterday afternoon. It’s my mini-me!
I have no idea who that is or whose child that was but how strange was that? It’s funny because when I was in the car to go to this event, my friend called me to ask what I was wearing so I told her I’m wearing camo. So is she! And now this… three is a trend indeed. Who knew my mini-me would wear camo too? Odd. Soo odd!