Photos by JackKaye
Thanks to SIN for the dress and Michael Antonio for the shoes!
Last night, my CADs babies (now Michi’s babies) competed against 20 schools and placed 3rd in the Maximum groovity competition! I’m so proud of the girls! They did such an awesome job, I swear! (So you think you can dance level!) Their concept was amazing and their performance was absolutely breathtaking! I wish the dance could have gone on longer cause I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them! I’m totally psyched for whatever comes their way next, cause I’m sure they’ll totally kill it!
I just came from a shoot, one of three scheduled for this trip! Phew, Im exhausted already. I totally fell asleep in the car (something difficult to do in Cebu, since car rides are usually short!), and crashed into my bed 30 minutes ago. But alas, I must get back to work! Haste makes waste and time is money! haha (wtf is wrong with me lately?)
Dont forget to head over to Rockwell this weekend and check out WAGW at the Urban Bazaar! Tomorrow is our last day, so be sure to drop by! I cant wait to see everyone! xx
Photo by Edric Chen
Top from WAGW
Very long day today.
Thank you RYAN UY for being so incredibly awesome and for lending us your car on this bloody thursday! I hate coding!
Met a bunch of people from college at the strangest times and places!
I give myself a pat on the back for a productive day, filled with much physical activity (lifting heavy boxes of clothes and metal racks!)
Too tired to be coherent. Again.
See you tomorrow at Rockwell! xx
When the smoke cleared and the bodies were counted, as Mendoza’s story slowly is spread to a visibly shaken nation, I am shattered by the vicious remarks brought to my doorstep courtesy of Facebook. I see words like “Only in the Philippines” and “nakakahiya tayo.” Here are my countrymen, talking about themselves as though everything that had been done wrong at the Quirino Grandstand was a national trait, as though stupidity were possible only here and the only ones capable of it are Filipinos. And then, I remember with sadness that it is also my own countrymen, who, when seeing a beautiful place in the Republic say with awe, “Ang ganda dito, parang wala tayo sa Pilipinas!”
Of course P/Insp R. Mendoza comitted a criminal act. Of course the police officers and media persons and networks could have handled matters in a more sensitive and timely manner. But it also especially hurts when these mistakes are ascribed as national traits. Only in the Philippines daw. And only Filipinos could screw up this badly.
The vultures can’t resist jeering and insulting. Stupid media. Stupid cops. Stupid Mendoza. Stupid by-standers. The Filipino nation is stupid.
Our ancestors believed in the concept of an afterlife when many other peoples of the world were still figuring out how to make stone tools. Our forebears crossed the Pacific years before the Vikings crossed the Atlantic. They cultivated rice when many others were still living in caves. They had the first revolution in Asia that united no less than three disparate linguistic groups through a leader named Diego Silang whose wife became his successor. This nation produced women leaders and warriors when much of Europe still considered the female gender as mere chattel. My country abolished slavery two hundred years ahead of the so called New World. My country, whose history and treasures remain mysteries to its own children, cannot and should not be defined by the mistakes of yesterday’s events
And we will not be defined by this tragedy. But we must learn from it. And the first lesson should and ought to be not to add any more hurt to a nation prostate with grief. So much blood ignites so much passion. But we can either flagellate ourselves until there is nothing left of our self esteem. Or we can turn this into an impetus for change. Real change.
So, I will mourn today. I will grieve for all the victims, yes Mendoza included. I will mourn for all the ignorance that makes an embarassing display of itself in times of crisis. I will mourn for the good men and women of the PNP who feel the brunt of the national outrage, but who will go to work tomorrow and still go after the bad guys, still keep us safe. I will mourn for media persons who must live with the effects of their live broadcasts.
But after that, I will choose hope and faith in my countrymen.
By Trixie Cruz Angeles