Yearbook pictorial

Last Tuesday, I had a shoot for the yearbook with the rest of the committee. I was tired because I just got back from Puerto Galera the previous day but I missed my friends so much that I didn’t dare miss it. Here is an outtake of my creative shot.

My peg was Josh Hartnett’s ad for Emporio Armani’s Diamonds for Men, a fragrance that came out around 2008. I’ve always been in love with the ad since it came out and decided to use it as inspiration when we decided to theme our shoot as high fashion.

This is Laura Recto, our editor-in-chief. Nikko Panti and I styled her and used Liz Uy’s recent Preview cover shoot as a peg. We had a hard time trying to breathe life into Liz’s ensemble but I had a stroke of inspiration when I found a large cloth among the costumes of Colorpoint. Everything else just fell into place and bam! She looked picture perfect.

After the shoot, Nikko, Jan and I went to Robinson’s Manila to check out some stuff. It was such a wonderful feeling to be with them again.


After spending six years in college, I finally graduated. It wasn’t as emotional as I thought it would be (I even contemplated wearing liquid eyeliner to my graduation so black streaks would run down my face because I thought I was going to cry) but a different series of emotions took over me as I was in the ceremony: boredom, excitement, some fear, and a tremendous relief as the weight of so many responsibilities were taken off my shoulders. Of course, I still have to publish my last issue as editor-in-chief (yes, we’re still not yet done) and edit all the writeups for the yearbook but knowing that I’m a graduate makes it easier for me to breathe. I received a gold medal for leadership, by the way. But right now, what do I do next?

As I was celebrating at Yakimix with friends and family, I realized one thing. I’m now unemployed. I have now joined the millions of Filipinos with no jobs and no futures. So I cruised some job portals and decided on a career in public relations. I don’t know where it came from but it seemed like a natural choice for someone as talkative as me. My original choice was to apply as a writer for a fashion magazine (I even applied for Mega late last year but they couldn’t accept me because I was still in school) because I wanted to marry my two loves: writing and fashion. But I guested on a show on TV5 and one of the hosts, Direk Joey Reyes (director of Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo and its sequel Sakal, Sakali, Saklolo) said that there’s no money in writing. I knew that but ever since my mother stopped giving me allowance, I panicked and realized that I need to replenish my supply.

I was advised not to make writing my primary source of income because there’s no money and I might tire of it. But because it’s my edge, I decided on public relations. I might pursue corporate communications but PR sounds a lot more fun. I have most, if not all of the requirements, so I think I have a chance. I don’t have a degree in journalism or mass communications but I have six years of experience writing and have had four editorships, I have participated in three journalism seminars hosted by the prestigious universities in the country, have organized one myself (with Charie Villa as speaker, among notable others), I have been nominated for Best Personal Blog at the 2009 Philippine Blog Awards, was awarded a gold medal for leadership (in case they want someone who works under pressure), I speak good English, and I interned for the marketing department of my school.

Ever since I told my mother I’m qualified to graduate, she kept bombarding me with job opportunities. For some reason, my mother is well-connected and she is friends with or related to media moguls, founders of film production companies, celebrities, executives, and owners of some of the hottest real estate companies, clubs, bars, and restaurants. She kept suggesting that she could help me find a job, which I kept saying no to. I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but I want to make it on my own. And I think I can.

I know many people would kill to have a contacts list like my mother’s, but I plan to be one of those people who will get a job based on what he knows, not who he knows. If I knew that I could get a job at Viva Films or Century Properties, I wouldn’t spend six years of my life spending sleepless nights trying to get a grade of 1. I would have settled for 3s if I planned on getting a high-paying job because I’m related to an executive or I’m friends with a COO (child of owner). I wouldn’t have joined three papers, the student council, the debate team, the theater group, two socio-civic organizations, and the yearbook committee twice if I was aiming for nepotism. I have good credentials. And I want to use them.

I’ve always been called an idealist. Perhaps I am, or maybe everyone else is cynical. You might tell me that there’s not enough jobs to go around but I had a chance to talk to Ms. Criselda Sy, the director of Bureau of Local Employment at the Department of Labor and Employment and she told me that the unemployment rate of the US is higher than that of the Philippines, and the primary reason why so many Filipinos are unemployed is because of choice. Being unemployed sounds terrible to me and I have no plans of becoming a bum. The thought of lounging around and doing nothing for a year just doesn’t cut it for me. I’m sorry but I have ambition.

Direk Joey laughed at me good-naturedly when I told him of my writing plans. He said that it’s either I’m an idealist, or I’m rich. I might be neither one of them, I might be one of them, or I could be both. I don’t know. Perhaps it’s my morals but I think the only time I’ll ask for help when it comes to my career is when I find myself stuck in a rut.

Half a million a year with a monthly trip to Singapore and London, you say? Thanks, but no thanks, mom.

Revenge of the Nerds

I didn’t make much of a splash when I was in high school. I had my fair share of friends but I was never the popular kid, the kid everyone wanted to be friends with and everyone wanted to date. Unlike my peers, I didn’t go out much and wasn’t as goodlooking as the guys on the popular list.
But I wasn’t a nerd. Sure, I excelled in my literature and English classes, acing orations and debates, and I wrote a piece that impressed an English teacher. But in my other subjects, I only got enough to pass the course.
In short, I was an average joe.
Fast forward to my college life. I lost some of the weight, improved my style, and became competitive. I got into the top section in BS Psychology in UST and joined the paper and two socio-civic organizations. When I transferred to Perpetual, I joined the paper, the debate team, the theater group, the yearbook committee, and the student council. I was class president for two consecutive years and I’m currently the editor-in-chief of the campus paper. It’s funny how someone who used to be a mediocre student be where I am today. I am living proof that life is like a wheel – sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down.
It’s funny to note that that bit also applies to popular people. When I run into my high school classmates, they’re always surprised at how I turned out. I’m no superstar, but I really changed a lot since high school. At the same time, I’m also surprised at how they turned out. The popular people who used to tease me look so normal. While I’m out and about in Armani and YSL, they’re trudging along, overweight and wearing the tackiest clothes. Sure, I’d run into some of them in clubs and they’d be all dressed up, but I can still trump them with my custom-made blazers and accessories from abroad. And then I’d wonder, these people were the popular ones?
When I compare high school and college, the popular kids are different. In high school, the populars are those who look good and who are rich. In my high school (an international school), these were the ones who were children of CEOs and celebrities. In college, these are student movers and leaders. Granted, some are popular because they’re beautiful, but that’s just about it.
I believe that it is better to become famous for what you do, not what you look like. Beauty is temporary and will disappear when you age (unless you have fantastic bone structure) or when you don’t take care of yourself. Yes, there are people who remain famous for their looks after they’ve aged. Such is the case for Gloria Diaz and Imelda Marcos, but really, are they famous for their looks or for what they’ve contributed to society?
I like intelligent people. These are the people who leave lasting impressions on me and the earth. This semester, I intern for the school’s Student Recruitment Services and it is my task to go to high schools and persuade them to enroll in Perpetual. It’s like being back there myself. I can see the cliques and the way the kids are distributed. It’s obvious to see who are the popular ones and who are the “nerds”, and I have to fight the temptation to tell the “nerds” that the popular kids will work for them in the future.
So to the nerds/geeks/losers/or whatever it is they call you to demean you, don’t be afraid to enjoy reading and writing. To hell if you don’t fit in by not watching low-brow television shows and movies. You shouldn’t be afraid of having sophisticated tastes. In a few years time, you’ll be paying their salaries. My only tip: cleanse, tone, and moisturize. You’d want to look good when you’re on the cover of a magazine.

Hark, are the angels already singing?

It’s already December. Even though our huge-ass Christmas tree is already set up in our living room and our house is decorated with angels, Santa statues, and Christmas lights, I still don’t feel the holiday spirit.

Partly it’s because of school. There are so many things to do that I don’t have the time to appreciate the decorations around me. I have my thesis, piles of assignments, and my internship to take care of. Oh yeah, we were rejected by Citimotors because they prefer female interns. Ah, the taste of rejection. I never learned to like it. Fine then, I’ll take my Courreges and Pierre Cardin where it’s appreciated. Kidding.
I handed in my resignation for the yearbook committee. With my busy schedule, I don’t think I can call companies and ask if they want to sponsor our yearbook. I felt that if I stayed, I would compromise the entire team. Advertising is responsible for production, after all.
Today I interviewed an applicant for the paper. Even though he couldn’t answer my more complicated questions (such as his thoughts on Kenyan politics, Iranian media, and the election process of Uzbekistan), he impressed me with his other answers. He was eloquent, witty, and intelligent. He had a strong command of the English language which showed in his application exam. Perhaps if he finished it (I said no when he asked for an extension), he would have received a higher grade.
I have little time to rest and my sleeping habits are worsening. Even though it’s barely a month, I’m already looking forward to my Christmas break. By then, I’m sure I’d feel the holiday spirit.

Marx, Weber, and Me

I was pretty nervous when Bill and I went to Citimotors – Pasong Tamo to confirm our intership. Like I said, I’ve never applied for any job so I didn’t know what to expect. We were only advised by our coordinator to dress nice and bring a resume.
We got there in one piece but all we did was submit our resumes and fill out application forms. Someone from HR asked us to come back for the interview. Tss. The supervisor didn’t even see my Courreges shirt.
On our way back, I saw this guy wearing a communist shirt with the logo and an inscription that says MARX, THE FATHER. Awesome.

LOVE is just another word I’ll never learn to pronounce

Can’t blog too much tonight. I have to wake up early tomorrow to meet the supervisor of Citimotors with Bill. Our internship for Industrial Psychology starts next week so we have to finalize everything with the HR department. I’m actually nervous. I’ve never applied for a real job so I don’t know what to expect. Hope all goes well!

I’m wrapping this entry with the video of 3OH!3’s Starstrukk with Katy Perry, which has been playing in my head all day. It sounds a lot better than the original.
Now where did I put those Acetaminophens?