Tonight is officially my last as a mobile staff/ writer/ semi-reporter of ABS-CBNNews.com. I’ve resigned May 31—just in time the summer heat rockets its way out of the country. (If you’re trying to know why I resigned, you won’t find anything beyond this sentence.) I will welcome the rainy months by leaving both my first regular job and the people I’ve learned to love while at work. At least for now, goodbye bustling Newsroom. ( Read more… )
So I officially entered the magazine industry last March. I had my Summit Media stint in 2009 before, sure, but tis now the real thing where I got cash for helping out. Now on newsstands: Sports Illustrated Philippines Swimsuit Edition 2011! Buy now guys! P150 lang! Yep, that’s Irina Shayk on the cover. And if you flip those pages enough, you can scan through the spread where the models laid scorching on our very own sand in Boracay! ( Read more… )
I’m joining Big Brother– it’s certified. I have proven that I can confine myself in the house with the same people for almost a week now– on second thought, Kuya and his domineering voice ticks me off; I wanna go to his studio and strangle him the first chance I get. (Ratings-wise but I’d be imprisoned nonetheless).
Have the plaid shorts and pants deliberately moved on? I discovered a cool style website for men, which I found myself wallowing in for the love of all that is pure. The author says that the apparel was okay until everyone was fitting them. I thought the style was too country i.e. barn-ish, and they have been worn at full-moon by the emos. Blech. Then again, what do I know about style? ( + )
“Alam mo dati, pangarap ko ring mag-tie,” Sir Vernon once pointed. We were then dining in Mr. Choi and he was apparently talking about my attire: a brown breezy jacket hovered over a white floral tee, with a blue neck tie knifing through. Sir Vern is the second editor-in-chief of Top Gear Philippines and has been handling the locally-produced UK-based car-lifestyle glossy for some time now.
Of course, dressing (and looking) good is not the point of my internship: I didn’t wish to rally with the Summit employees, two remarkable which are the preppy-cum-clown guy and the strange one obsessed with everything fit and skinny. For the record, the Top Gear staff altogether dresses down to their alley and starts WORK. I’ve seen the routine and it was picturesque. ( Read more and see some camwhorage at that! )