Twin Sisters! xD

Kristen Stewart (2012 Academy Awards)

Naya Rivera

Naya Rivera (2013 Screen Actors Guild Awards)





Pinoy Pride: Jerome Lorico X Mcqueen


After two successful exhibits at London Fashion Week (LFW), where he impressed UK fashion insiders with his sustainable knitwear, Jerome Lorico has moved on to a new challenge, one he have dreamt of: an internship with the Alexander McQueen fashion house.

Since December 3, 2012, he has been part of the menswear team at McQueen, still considered a leading fashion innovator after its designer’s passing in 2011.The internship includes assisting in all aspects of the brand’s creative processes, from product development to patternmaking, cutting, and sewing.

Lorico just recently confirmed it after hushed  exchanges that took place in Twitterland.

Way to go, Jerome.




The Curious Case Of Cesar Montano And Krista Miller

At dahil mainit-init ang balitang Krista Miller-Cesar Montano, sumali na rin ako sa bandwagon. Charot!

At syempre, nagsurf the web ng todo ang lola niyo. Ito lang naman ang nakita ko, mula sa isa sa aking finefrequent na  site, Fashion Pulis.

Taray ni ateng Krista, no?

Ano say niyo?

(Trivia lang mga, teh! Nakakahiya ‘to pero keri lang, gow akechi! Hahaha. Alam niyo ba, na nung mabasa ko sa isang comment, don’t know kung anong site ba yun na “Krista na naman ang pangalan ng kabit??”, I thought it was Krista Ranillo again. Kasi nga di ba, nakapag-asawa siya ng somebody na i thought eh puti( only to know later na di pala, its Chinese)  and I thought that the new name is Krista Ranillo-Miller. Wahahaha lang. Iba pala, because Krista Miller is different from Krista Ranillo-Lim. Yun! Isa pa pala, the word starlet was mentioned, eh di ba, Krista Ranillo was considerede a starlet, too. So, there. I’ve said it.)




Mother, A Cradle to Hold Me Maya Angelou

It is true
I was created in you.
It is also true
That you were created for me.
I owned your voice.
It was shaped and tuned to soothe me.
Your arms were molded
Into a cradle to hold me, to rock me.
The scent of your body was the air
Perfumed for me to breathe.Mother,
During those early, dearest days
I did not dream that you had
A large life which included me,
For I had a life
Which was only you.Time passed steadily and drew us apart.
I was unwilling.
I feared if I let you go
You would leave me eternally.
You smiled at my fears, saying
I could not stay in your lap forever.
That one day you would have to stand
And where would I be?
You smiled again.
I did not.
Without warning you left me,
But you returned immediately.
You left again and returned,
I admit, quickly,
But relief did not rest with me easily.
You left again, but again returned.
You left again, but again returned.
Each time you reentered my world
You brought assurance.
Slowly I gained confidence.

You thought you know me,
But I did know you,
You thought you were watching me,
But I did hold you securely in my sight,
Recording every moment,
Memorizing your smiles, tracing your frowns.
In your absence
I rehearsed you,
The way you had of singing
On a breeze,
While a sob lay
At the root of your song.

The way you posed your head
So that the light could caress your face
When you put your fingers on my hand
And your hand on my arm,
I was blessed with a sense of health,
Of strength and very good fortune.

You were always
the heart of happiness to me,
Bringing nougats of glee,
Sweets of open laughter.

I loved you even during the years
When you knew nothing
And I knew everything, I loved you still.
Condescendingly of course,
From my high perch
Of teenage wisdom.
I spoke sharply of you, often
Because you were slow to understand.
I grew older and
Was stunned to find
How much knowledge you had gleaned.
And so quickly.

Mother, I have learned enough now
To know I have learned nearly nothing.
On this day
When mothers are being honored,
Let me thank you
That my selfishness, ignorance, and mockery
Did not bring you to
Discard me like a broken doll
Which had lost its favor.
I thank you that
You still find something in me
To cherish, to admire and to love.

I thank you, Mother.
I love you.