fieeeerce!

is it me or this pic spells CHANEL fierce?!



got this pic from bryanboy.com, the faggot i'd willingly kill for an acquisition of his costume jewelries.

CHANEL fierce! LAGERFELD fierce! screw America's Next Top never-heard-of-never-seen-ever Model!

what a dis-GRACE!

missing-Gracia de la Guison. she was last seen walking downtown butt-naked screaming the capital "A". she's my silly bitch. once found, please return her to proper authorities, this time it's me. she's a conniving bitch like i am, so please return her to me.
that's all. lol

hmmm.

i'll miss ateneo.
i sure will.


that's all.

the aftermath

the cast of our play production for "Kapa" had its afterparty on the 21st of March-dinner at Triboo grill followed by booze at Mudbugs.
It seems, from the smiles of the folks on the pic, that there had been a divine intervention when a huge percentage of the cast didnt come, giving us, dressed up pigs, to pig out and forget yesterday's diet regimen. i guess the divinities have decided to interfere with April's--a lesbian bff--wardrobe. Here's here take on girlish dressing with a screaming floral printed belted dress.cheers.
and this is how you WERQ the microphone when you sing Earth Wind and Fire's September (my favorite videoke hit)
and THIS is how you WERQ those fatty deposits on your chin! werq it!
that's all.

after the conquest

thought of sharing with you a poem i wrote for the teachers who taught me how to really READ


After the Conquest

If it’s true—
what they say,
—that we’re an empire of
linguists and critics,
today I must be postcolonial:
that is, drifting slowly on the
fringes of Lacanian
hegemony, the Clashing of Spirits
and Soyinka’s bashing
while Barthes’ shift from text to work
becomes my creed

as I pick up
what’s left of the preceding war
between posts- and -isms
they feed my being, nourish my identity,
fertilize the self until my veins
resemble Derrida’s deconstructed texts.
I am postcolonial:
That is, after the conquest of linguistics and
criticisms I search in obscurity
the body a naked being,
undressed by yesterday’s discourses
aroused by tomorrow’s pleasures.

as I look back on
yesterday’s subjectivity
with a little less objectivity
I am a babaylan singing of hymns
that when they came--after the conquest--
my world has changed since then

boys do fall in love

boys do fall in love. check out more of these pics at The Sartorialist at www.style.com

these pics were taken during the fashion weeks in the fashion capitals of the world-Milan, Paris, New York, Tokyo. More more more.

i love this woman's leggings. so fierce

and this man's shaped coat. reminds me of the master of disguise when he disguised as a turtle. loved every thread of this sucker! it's like implanted 'slouch'. make it werq!

summer blues

here comes the sun. to do to doo. here's comes the sun, i say, it's alright....
NO IT'S NOT.


i hate the summer. not only because it's too hot to soak in the sun in a stenching third world country such as the 'Philippines' (i vomit everytime i say 'that'), not only because i get so sticky and grimy and salty and bitchy when im out, but because i have few clothes suitable for the arid outdoors!

shinin shimmerin grad day

felt like channelling Luella's spring summer 08-09 collection: it's graduation day and i decided to show through my ensemble what i was EXACTLY feeling that day-shiny, shimmery, splendid. lol.

so i went all the way and channelled a retro-futuristic chic matte silver suit tailored by a local tailor in Naga City (he's one of the best). i wore the same pairs of shoes. the undershirt was a vintage find in Bangkal.

making it werq at the bacalaureat day

Prada or Dolce and Gabbana?

i had an ensemble tailored by a local tailor for my bacalaureat day. florals and gilded threads, anyone?

IS THIS PRADA-ESQUE OR DOLCE AND GABBANA-ISH?

choose!choose!choose!

signed, sealed, delivered.

remember Miranda Priestley's notorious line?














"that's all."

here's to a new start

cheers to me and my new blog. the sartorial. here's anything delightfully dishy as i pretentiously present what's hot and what's not, what's dreamy and what's not, what's me and what's not me.

cheers.

werq werq werq!