Noooo! I'm not aging!!!

Aargh!

I'm starting to get panic attacks!

My birthday is less than a month away and instead of being excited, I just feel old...

Curse the modeling industry for feelings of premature aging...

Hot, spotted and bothered...

On the tropic side of the world, I seem to look like the more endangered species called the red, spotted tourist. * Waving sarcasm sign wildly*

Okay, so I don't have sunburn that's  too obvious, but I can surely feel the burn.

All because I decided to be conceited and used skin care products that's suppose to make skin look youthful and healthy... Missed the minute warning that says: "this product may make skin more sensitive to sun exposure"

Let's think about this. If you want your skin to look younger, making it more sensitive to SUN is not the best option... Idiotic product... 

So I have slight sunburn.

Also, I am covered in mosquito bites. I think I might just die from Dengue fever... The chances of not being bitten by a mosquito that's not carrying the virus is really slim when I look at all these bites.

Otherwise I have chicken pox. For the third time. 

Or will it be shingles by now? 

Judas down the isle...

I did yet another wedding show today. but with one difference.
The music choice for the show was really interesting.

Now usually the music is nauseatingly sweet, pretty and innocent to place emphasis on the fact that it's a wedding dress show...

For this show, the song choices included some crap song by Cher, How great Thou art which was followed by Lady Gaga's Judas..
Just imagine girls in huge white dresses walking to Judas...
Not that I think Lady Gaga emphasizes innocence... What a contrast...

And just for fun, here's the song...

It's pink, therefore I want it.

I saw a pink vespa today and I want it.
It proves that if they make things in pink, girls like me that haven't outgrown the barbie phase, will buy it. Curse people who figured out that hello kitty and pink make suckers out of us pink loving good natured people.

Most of my gadgets are pink. I think it's a protection mechanism. If it's pink it doesn't get stolen as quickly and no one wants to borrow it since it's an indication of all things feminine. (that does include men who wear pink shirts, it just looks wrong to me)

To be honest. I just like pink. Pink makes me happy.

Be careful what you wish for. It might just bite you in the butt in the end

A few weeks ago my Booker in Manila asked me what I expect. My cheeky answer was to be so busy that I don't get time to sleep.
Ha! Now I regret saying it. (not really, I just need sleep)

I love being busy, don't get me wrong, but I don't like the fact that I'm not sleeping.
It's been a long month and I must look like death, because everyone is asking if I'm okay...

I can't really complain I guess, it's what I asked for...
Next time I will ask for a wardrobe filled with Louis Vuitton clothing and accessories...

Off to the airport again... well almost... Okay not close to leaving yet...

I just thought I should mention that I am going to the airport today.
I'm not really in the mood. I hate airports... except for the airport in Singapore, where I'm going to anyways.
 Bonus...

Once again I have insomnia, so I decided to share some music...

Okay, so I'm awake after 3am and I'm bored... So enjoy the music...

Healthy paranoia, Facebook is stupid and from now on I will lie...

So Facebook dropped the ball... Again...
I have a block list, like every other paranoid person, I'm not shy to admit it.
I have a need to try to keep myself safe. (that's why it's healthy paranoia see?)

One person with sheer devil power sneaked through the cracks and somehow got hold of me on Facebook. So much for not being able to find me.

If blocking doesn't work then I guess not allowing them to see anything on your profile is another good option... Right, now to get the settings to cooperate. Why can people still view my photos after I have selected them as the exception to viewing them...

Now, that isn't working either... Now I will just have to lie about everything?
right... This is a mess.
Thank you Facebook as always...

I feel cheated... What happened to the zombies?

So apparently the world is going to end soon... I mean tomorrow...
So where are my zombies that I was suppose to fight off while eating m&m's? I really do feel cheated... I was getting all excited about the zombie apocalypse.

So what will happen?  What will lead to the end of our civilization?

Here are my options and personal favorites.

1. We get attacked by zombies and I can fight them off while eating m&m's 
2. The sun is going to explode
3. The planets are going to collide
4. The stars are aligned in just the right way to open a vortex of doom
5. A huge meteor collides with the earth
6. Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus get married and have children.

Okay, so it won't happen in the next 24 hours... Maybe in 9 months from now...

The vortex discovered...

Every house has one...
It's the place where tv remotes, change, cellphone chargers, keys, left socks and in this case, passports go to...

We had a problem with a vortex during our trip to the Philippines... Many things have gone missing, but when a passport disappeared, all hell broke loose.

My fellow NY models have already left for the States, but I'm in Manila for another week.
Since it's just me, I decided that it's time to do some uninterrupted cleaning, to my surprise, I discovered a fraction of the vortex...
I found the missing passport!

(It's not my passport by the way, that's not the reason why my stay in Manila extended)

Motto of the story, don't let the vortex get hold of your valuables...

Another season, another reason to come back...

The Philippine fashion week is done...
It was probably my busiest season here, since I did a whopping 14 shows...

It was murderous on the mind and body.. I have blisters on my toes and heels from all the fabulous shoes and I don't think my face will be able to cope with another layer of make up this week... I'm actually dreading removing all my make up now..
Also, those who think that modeling is easy, I've been working from 7am up till 11:30PM for most of the week. It involved rehearsals, shows, hair and make up and some running...

It was exhausting and I'm probably going to have product residue in my hair for another week, but...
It was worth every single second!

Stunning designs from wonderful designers and fantastic shows in general make me want to come back for another season of madness...

Fashion is an addiction and the bug most definitely bit me...

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Uh, where's the railing? Why is it taped with duct tape???

I have a little fear..

Heights seem to be a problem for me.
I battle to stand on a chair.

Today I had to do a runway rehearsal while they were still busy building the ramp.

Its ridiculously high and the stairs didn't have railings yet..
I completely froze. How am I suppose to get down those stairs when there's no form of safety?!

After a while railings were added thankfully, but they're taped together.. Talk about a sense of false security..

Plummeting to my death backstage is not a glamorous way to die...

Curse duct tape and temporary runways!!
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Internet is just another word for unreliable..

I've been going without internet for the past three days...

It just won't seem to work at all!!!
The gods of internet have decided that I'm not worthy enough to access my blog...

I've been updating it via my BB which ultimately sucks..

Internet is like crack.. Once you've used it, you're hooked and when it's become a source of entertainment, you're royally screwed without it.

I have serious withdrawals. I cannot watch any videos on youtube and I cannot pursue my goal of being a facebook stalker...

Curse the internet and all its false forms of distraction!!

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Whaaaat?! I was suppose to be where how many hours ago???

Okay, so I have a bit of a problem when it comes to time management.
I like being on time.
It makes me happy to know that I'm punctual.
It works for me and it keeps my stress levels down. I'm obsessive about being on time actually
Today I thought my calltime was 3PM...
Schedule change without telling me explicitly that there is a CHANGE in time that I need to take note of... And who sends a notification at 12AM to tell me about this? Everyone knows I'm a zombie after 11PM and that I'm purely functioning on grace and mercy...
So, I was suppose to be at my rehearsal at 10AM. Oops!
Curse schedule changes and comfy mornings and lack of caffeine...
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Shoes are from the devil!!

My feet have died a cruel and painful death...
I had to wear shoes that were a size and a half too small.
I actually don't know how I got my fit into the first place anyway..

I think my love for shoes has faded a bit.
Painful, beautiful creations of the devil!!

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Curse the gods of sleep and fashion!!!

So the gods of sleep and fashion aren't very happy with me right now..
they have conspired against me.

I had the worst nightmare... I woke up before 6am after falling asleep in the early morning hours...
Why, oh why would I dream about missing all my shows?!
It's probably because I was all OCD about my schedule, highlighting and rewriting everything to make sure I don't miss out on a show..

Curse you conspiring gods! Let me get some sleep before sleep deprivation robs me of the last bit of sanity, logic and cognitive skills that I'm gonna lose three days into fashion week!!
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the day I fell in love with Louis Vuitton...

I mentioned a while ago that I fell in love with Louis vuitton...
This is why...

You better hose me down...

I'm that excited for fashion week to begin!!!
I cannot wait to strut my stuff on the runways...
a zombie apocalypse and a cattle prod is probably the only thing that could beat the thrill and excitement... At the sight of my first zombie I might jut blow my top...

In the meantime, I'm going to get caffeine and enjoy the last chilled day...

Fashion week is upon us....

And all I want to do is eat boxes of chocolates.
Nothing like some good candy to make the pre fashion week jitters go
Could just be all that ground coffee that I snorted.

It's Saturday night and we're all at home watching movies.
Yes! I'm staying in. No, I don't care if you think I'm antisocial.
Try ignoring jet lag and working crazy hours. Then the bright lights of the city just doesn't seem so appealing.

Maybe a piece of chocolate instead of an entire box seems like a fair trade.

Oh and to all the mommies. Happy mothers day!

No Tagalog...

Yes, english is spoken by everyone here in the Philippines. Language isn't really a barrier...
Except when giving directions...

I'm suppose to do a shoot at summit studio this morning...
Great, I had landmarks to get me there.. But...
The studio is hidden in a compound that really does not look very much studio like...

So I asked for directions, while walking up and down next to a ridiculously busy road and I swear I'm going to suffer from carbon monoxide poisoning...
Everyone was kind enough to try and help, but sadly they would give me directions in Tagalog.. My knowledge of the language involves saying hello and thank you... Not much help in this situation..
So after giving them a blank look and blinking a couple of times, we all just stare at each other and I giggle and say, I don't understand, do I go straight? (I dub this, Mea's awkward situation escape route)

Yes, I look like an idiot when I do this, but I don't care much, since I just need to find my destination...
Dignity vs getting off the streets?
I choose the latter..

Salamat (thank you) to every security guard and cashier at 7/11 who helped, maybe I should walk around with little gifts in my bag to express my gratitude..


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Would I ask if I knew???

Right, so I have to maneuver my way through the city of Manila...
Sounds easy? Wrong... It's the most difficult place to get around if you're foreign.

I gave the address of my destination with confidence to the taxi driver just to be asked for directions, because the city is very confusing.
Agreed, mr taxi driver, it is confusing.. I still don't know where anything is and I'm on my third visit.
And google maps isn't helping me much either..

Oh well, site seeing is fun too!
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The art of being two places at once..

I'm considering cloning myself..
Thanks for the idea Family guy..

I'm still thinking if my clone should have the same mental capabilities as me.. Then I can easily do all the fittings that I need to do and discard my clone and do all the shows...
Yes, sounds like a plan, I can be in two places at once and then I'll take all the credit in the end...

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When in PFW... Then...

We sit around... A lot..
I think that my butt bones have made permanent dents in this chair.

We also discuss things.. Shoes, clothes.. The fact that we're waiting around... And also how desperate we are for food...

Currently I'm starving and I'm obsessing about a good sandwich and a cup of strong, black coffee..

So much for claiming to live for shoes.. I think I live for caffeine instead.
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I'm not in Starbucks anymore..

It's one of the hottest days ever and I'm looking for refuge in any place with AC.
Frying eggs on the sidewalk is a definite possibility.

I'm sure of it that I left some parts of the soles of my shoes behind on my walk to the nearest mall.

Enough about that.. I'm looking for food.. Something that doesn't involve a snack from Starbucks or that has an instruction that says, just add water.. Instant foods just aren't filling..

I chose a family restaurant, because they don't have rice with all their meals.. Sadly I once again got the shocked table for one response.. Guess I was asking for it though, since it's. Sunday afternoon...
Who cares though, when the zombies invade, I'll be use to doing things on my own..
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