FASHION's NIGHT OUT!

Ooooh. I totally wish I lived in NYC right now!
Sept 10, FASHION's NIGHT OUT in NYC.

I so want a shirt. Vera Wang's version. 
TAKE ME TO NEW YORK!

BeScene

Let's pretend I've got lots of readers.
Preview on Friday.
REMEMBER: FRIDAYYY!

We need to wear black, oh snap! I have nothing in mind. Cit and I might try DIY, wish us luck!

Good Morning!

I posted that photo earlier in my Twitter.
I arrived at around 7:15am, I cannot believe that there was no traffic. HELLO SLEX??

I wasn't even planning on bringing my laptop to the office since we will have our pre-prod today, but it was just too early in the morning, so I took it with me. For the past hour or so, I have done my make-up (amateur!), written pullout forms and even managed to chug down a cappuccino from the vending machine. Sweet!

Anyway, yesterday was tiring but fun, to say the least. I met a couple of people, Cit and Daryl's friends :)
Lots of laughs too. Cit, we soon shall get drunk!

WHY?

I don't understand why my face transforms into a grease pan. No matter how I religiously apply anti-shine and sebum regulating products and even use anti-shine pressed powder that promised to give me shine-free face for 6 hours (inside scoop: didn't work!), it still leaves my face shiny as ever in a matter of an hour or so.

But I would like to thank the heavens because I do not have breakouts. Upside.

Oh, I will change the layout real soon. I'm bored with my current one.
Cleaner and more vain, watch out.

LAST NIGHT WAS A GOOD NIGHT!

Table for 3.

Sha Supangan's birthday salubong over at Embassy last night.
My friends were cool enough to pick me up from Laguna, yes, LAGUNA. They braved 2hr traffic while I slept in the car just because cheap vodka got the best of me.

Embassy never ever disappoints! Awesome beats by DJ Johnny Verse, BTW.

photo, photo..

I MISS MY CAMERA!

My memory card adaptor broke last week or so, because my brother messed with it. And I hated him big time. There were tons of photos that I haven't transferred and I soooo want to upload.

He needs to buy me that adaptor, FAST.

DASH-

In a few minutes I'll be leaving the office to return books (Vlad, I loved them! I'm gonna buy my own!), clothes, shoes (?), and accessories (long overdue! hehe.).

I have tons to do, source for my page, shoot for my page and probably if they allow me, write a blurb for that page. I'm psyched and nervous.
And there's what you call a manuscript for school. Ugh, my mom is already threatening me.

Oh. I cannot wait for September.
September will be my fourth month here. And so far I have learned a lot! and I mean, A LOT. Which includes walking in 4-inch heels with ease. I'm blessed and I love it.

OOPS.
I think they spelled my name wrong. I hope they notice and correct them because in some parts, it is.

Okay, I gotta dash. And I don't make sense anymore.

WHAT THE-

Toyota Manila Bay.

Mom said, "Don't worry, there's coffee, sofas and WiFi." 

And I felt relieved because I needed to do some work even though I'm not in the office just yet. But guess what? I cannot open my Yahoo email, Facebook, YM and I can't tweet (I can open Twitter but I can't tweet!). I can't believe it. What's the point? My work is in my email, at least the ones I can do here. Panic is slowly taking over me.

And oh, its raining like MAAAD.

I need to burn files in CDs, files from Production. I need to book a resort, but the contact person hasn't replied. I need to call for prices, for cover story and for Lyca. I need to pick up artwork. I need to submit my photo and my answers. 

I wanna finish all of these or the fear of not finishing them will consume me. Oh.

But in my current situation, I can't do much, now can I?

Chant, "I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.."

Change.

I loved my week.
I accomplished things that I never thought I would accomplish at this stage of my interning life. I received compliments for a job well done and I was taught lessons. So far, so good. I even encountered situations that stretch me.

Stop it with the mushy shit. I love my week, actually, I loved my past weeks.
I met 24 creative people from different fields. Not including the photographers I met. Basta fuun.

Anyway. I am now on a so-called break. I didn't go to the office. A little alone time.