DUBAI! hahaha

A PAWN ...

There are a lot of reasons to every situation but funny how a single reason if magnified can affect the generality of a certain situation.  I was a man of reasons before, when things get shitty I always have unending reasons on my pocket to throw yet I have come to realize how shitty I have become. 

I have lost my words but not my senses

I have learned silence, I have come to shut my mouth. During confrontations, I just listen-neither confirming nor justying and have reached the point of dwelling into a scene far from the reality. With this, I have questioned my self of my interest to prove myself once in a while, to undertake every attack leading to a sort of confrontation but I have admired silence so much I can't lift my tongue to utter a single word of defense. Maybe I am loser, I cursed my self of not able to tweak a certain situation to a winning end on my part. Was this a game of superiority? or it was just me letting things flow and keeping my self caught from a Queen's strategic moves? maybe I am just a pawn (not a loser after all), a pawn destined to be ruled, to be killed first on every battleship.  

Outsourcing!

I was petrified by the hairstylist's text message of being unable to come to the shoot the following day, uhmm the text message was sent 12:30 am and the shoot's call time is at 8:30 am and still the line up of celebrities to be photographed was not yet finalized, BTW, I am not the photographer, nor the MAU or the stylist, I dunno how  I call my part, you can just say I AM THE MAN lols! I put things together to create a team resulting to a very very illustrious material (bam!).

Ms. Miriam wearing the Jeff Galang creation
from geena cloth !

I woke up at 7:30 am, have to cook something to share on the shoot (we are working on a very very budgeted project), the problem with the hairstylist continue to bother me, then a great idea (which wasn't the greatest idea after all) pops within the concaval walls. I scouted a hairstylist to every salon we pass by even barbershops! At first I did not want to name drop a single celebrity participating the said shoot because of my fear of getting the "incompetent" one (well, though we are working at a very very budgeted project, I would still like to stick with my standards-of fashion norms!) then this guy accepted the offer, a bit pricey for our budget but what was bothering me to include him in the team was his sketched eyebrows! yes, I did not get him, then after 5-6 salons I tried my  luck on this "since 1977" barbershop and beauty salon, there I met her, on velvet top layered with black cardigan,  simple jewelries, bob hairdo - overall: fine. I got her. 

That day, we have 3 personalities lined up for the shoot, a teen celebrity, a commercial model and a beauty titlist and a yet to be confirmed hunk actor in the afternoon. The shoot went well, except for the hair, instead of following the pegs, the stylist resorted to a daintier and safer look and the wardrobe for the last celebrity (hunk actor did not confirmed) but with her creative idea (desperation on my judgement) she wrapped the fabric (used as backdrop) around her body forming it into a gown (presenting Philippines!) and with the stylist's clippings and draping, it blown me away. 

Most of the times, we cracked up especially when things do not happen the way we planned it to be. We let our anxiousness drove us and control us. Sometimes, we just have to trust the people within the team on what they can bring, listen to their contribution and to what they can offer on the table. 

ps: happened 3 days after this blogshit was posted :)

the writer in me

I always dream of having a career in writing but it did not materialize. I was too shabby on sentence construction,  unorganized thought processes and my love for euphemistic jargon and I don't even know the meaning of the last phrases I have typed it just felt it was the right term to use. 

My obsession in writing began when I have learned (well not totally learned) proper sentence construction. I   felt that writing is the greatest outlet of my emotions, of the random forbidden thoughts within the precious concaval walls of my pea-sized brain. I got to write things I can't utter, I got to describe such emotions and situations with lushness and opulence :)) 

If by chance you happen to hit this blogshit, you are not welcome to criticize my use of words they are not for public entertainment, they are my thoughts-bravely written in the form and construction I know.