Summer Star

The nights had been starless for me. Almost all summer long, I found myself alone in the vast horizon.

Everytime I need hope or encouragement, I would stand by the doorway or outside the abandoned house with a cup of coffee and look up at the stars. It somehow makes me feel that there is a wonderful out there, that there is something beautiful, that life is beautiful. It makes me something that there is something more to this life.Something about the way they flicker in the dark nights has this weird way of comforting not just the aching soul but also the abandoned heart. Yes, abandoneeedddd.

DUNN. DUNN. FORGET ABOUT THE EMONEESSS. GGGRRRR.

Had my very first formal photoshoot with Lorenzo Laurente for his portfolio regarding his recquirements in entering the international world of arts and photography. Thank you sir, for believing what I can help and do. :)

It is actually a three day shoot :)

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FIRST DAY

Lorenzo Laurente proudly presents “TheSecretEve”. A masterpiece of makeup and fashion. Featuring the hands of Jhaymee Victory and Rowenna Lindayag together with the production set and creative.

Location: Eve Salon
123 V. Luna Road Extension, Sikatuna Village, Quezon City

Makeup Artists: Jhaymee Victory and Rowenna Lindayag
Models: Anna Marie Sanchez
Photographers: Dindo Fortuno together with Mike Assidao
Editing / Post Processing: Dindo Fortuno
Assisted by: Christabel Lardizabal
Creatives: Arthur Oliver Sara and Christabel Lardizabal

Special thanks to Eve Salon, Nameless bar and the people there…

Great Job Ate Jaymee and Ate Rowena. Smileessss :)

Ofcourse, I want to thank Oliver for recommending me to this photoshoot. Thanks Thanks Thanks. :) ILALALVEUUU. Oh, Redmond, what can I say? Thank you. :)

Some behind the scene photos:(from my camera)

With Ate Wenna ;)

TWO FABULOUS MAKEUP ARTIST, Thanks ate’s :)

Unprofessional photos camptured by Red. :)

Sabi sa inyo unprofessional ito. Hahahaha.

Red’s Message: “ATleast alam ko iyong blur effect.” ANG BABAW. :))

Red Day :)

As so you know, Red met an accident 4 days ago. I am so worried when I knew it just yesterday because I was still in California, since. We met yesterday and a tear drop because of what I saw.

……Si Red may benda sa kamay…..

My heart’s like shattering and breaking into pieces. We’ve spent the day together, happily. :) He doesn’t want us to be both humdrum and dumbed since he informed me that he was okay. He is okay. :) I smiled at him.

We went to SM Marikina and look for a gift for her sister. He is so choosy and hard-to-please when it come to choices. HAHAHA. Oh-kay. Afterwards, we went to a photoboot! =]]

“Red, we need a remembrance and a souvenir for your injured hands. We can put these in your upcoming exhibits. Hahahaha.”

I guess you’re asking yourself why are we wearing jackets? We found it on the studio and since we were both wearing blue shirts, we decided to wear the jackets too. OVERSIZE JACKET. Pretty cool, eh? ;P

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TODAY

Around 5:00 pm, I am busy browsing my online world when he texted me and said, “Aalisin na iyong panggulo sa kamay ko, where ka? I’ll fetch you up. Samahan mo ako sa doctor.”

I shouted “YES!” and hurriedly replied, “Okay. Okay. Ill wait for you dito sa house.”

Thirty minutes after, we went to have dinner, first. It feels weird going on an actual date with my boyfriend whom I used to have arm wrestling matches and belching competitions with, who are now injured.It is a super hot Thursday evening, and the waitress has just cleared our table of our Garlic Chicken Steak and Prawns Thermidore, a meal he insists on paying for, and we are waiting for our cappucinos and cookie dough cheesecake. He is wearing a new royal blue shirt and I in my favorite pink stripe dress.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he says.

“No, you don’t.”

“you’re thinking, Oh no, Red will be okay na. We will have fist fights again and he will tickle me everyday, again.” I laughed as he mimicked me. Funny boyfriend.

I start laughing,and I don’t stop until the waitress comes over with our coffee and desser, looks at me like it’s a major crime to find something this funny, then shrugs and sashays off. However, I hurriedly put out my camera and ask her to take one photo of us. Red laughed and asked why. I answered, ” this will be the last photo of I and the panggulo in your hands.”

1..2..3..

Five minutes after we went to WCC Medical Center. They cured him, and walaaaahhh! No more bendas. Haaha.

TAke care, Redmond. Stop fooling around,mmkay? I LOVE YOU! MWAHHH.

I LOVE YOU,REDMOND. MWAH.

CAN’T WAIT FOR MAY 9. :) HAPPY 2ND ANNIVERSARY.

<33 Anna Marie, a proud girlfriend of Redmond

The Fab DAY

Today, I modeled for an up and coming fashion line. It belongs to a really awesome friend of mine,Aya and it’s already being anticipated by a lot of people. The brand has been featured on TV and newspapers already even though she hasn’t started selling the clothes yet. Big time! Aya is love!

I honestly don’t know what to do, and asked her, “WTH. I dont know how to model, you know that. What should I do?” She just winked and said, “Just be yourself, hunny.” UGH. I AM NOT CONTENTED,it is like, “Bahala ka, ano pake ko?” And so, I showed her a  BLEH look and called Jessy, a very good friend of mine and ask what does a model do.


“You know what, just be yourself.” She already hang up since she also has some pictorials to attend. “Just be yourself.” OKAY FINE. JUST BE YOURSELF.


And I ended up doing this…

(some of the photos I (kapilitan) borrowed from Aya.

THANK YOU FOR THE “JUST BE YOURSELF” ADVICES. I GUESS, THAT WORKS. :))

And uh, I watched Jeg’s commercial while I am eating my favorite ice cream. HAHAHAHA =]] It was so funny.

PLUG! PLUG! PLUG!
please watch and WORSHIP JEG for his commercial. You know the cornetto commercial? Ha-ha-ha.
Sige na, 20 pesos lang naman eh. Phuleasseee? :P


JEG, I DID MY PROMISE, MMKAY? :)

OH, BEFORE I FORGET. :D

I can’t barely wait for another party at eastwood this friday night. Hoe! MAGLILIBRE SI JEG. NAKUHA NA DAW NIYA TALENT FEE NIYA. HAHAHAHA. PURO CORNETTO DAW LILIBRE NIYA. LOLROFLLMAO!!
hahahah. I love you, Jeg. Mwah Mwah.


I love you more, Red. Mwah. 2nd anniversary awaits. I love you. :)

Good Friday Sickness

When I was a small child the most terrifying day of the year was Good Friday. It was scarier than Halloween, more petrifying than playgound games, more horrendous even than the first day of school. It was The Day God Died.

You couldn’t make noise before 3 p.m. because God was dying, and you couldn’t make noise after 3 p.m. because God was died. If you so much as scraped your chair on the floor, the ancients would glare at you and say, “Sssh!” They would point at the crucifix, at the bloodied, broken body of Christ and say, “Patay ang Diyos!” If God was dead, it meant that devils and other loathsome creatures roamed around the earth, feeding on the little children. They could be lurking behind the garden swing, hiding in the aparador, lying in wait under the bed. It was enough drive you cowering under a table until Easter Sunday. To be safe, I carried a flashlight all the time.

Visiting aunts and uncles would drink innumerable cups of coffee and discuss anting-anting – amulets which protected their owners or gave them special powers. For some reasons, the procurement of anting anting always involved killing a black cat and burying it at a crossroads in the dead of night, then digging up the cat’s skeleton on Good Friday and taking a particular bone. In return for his grisly labors, the finders would be protected from curses, knives, bullets, lightning and other potentially fatal occurrences. I remember one blowhard, an acquaintance of my parents, who claimed to be invulnerable to bullets. I could almost believe him, for it seemed that bullets would not penetrate his armor-thick skin, or he was shielded by a force filed made up of noxious gases.

Until Sunday dawn, a cloud of dread would hang over the household. I would sit very, very still on my bed, clutching in one hand the faded flannel blanket I refused to surrender as a car rag, and in the other hand a pair of art class scissors. The scissors would come in handy in case of an aswang attack. The aswang, a horrid woman who’d had a bad hair life, would sit on the roof, lower her long, thread like tongue through a crack or a window attached to it to your stomach, and slurp up your innards like a milk shake through a straw. I maintained a high level of alertness, ready to cut the monster’s tongue with my Looney Tunes scissors.

Today I am a large child and Good Friday is two days after, is still the most terrifying day of the year. It is scarier than rent day, more petrifying than breathing next to a congressman, and more horrifying than a day without conditioner. The reasons, though, are different.

Except the tingling pressures and high blood cells disturbing my mind due to a long wait sitting here in the lobby of an airport, the reasons are really really different. All the malls are closed, and the absence of an activity with which no pass the time is terrible to contemplate. What are we to do? Will we be forced to do something or consequences?

All the movies showing have Charleston Heston flexing his jaws or Victor Mature with a look on his face that says, “I should’ve eaten more fiber and prune juice.” Once again the face of that splendid ham Richard Egan shall fill the screen, with eyes flashing and eyebrows flying, pointing at Richard Burton and screaming, “Rrrromansss! Kneel before your Emperah!”

But what really freezes the blood is that devils and monsters don’t even wait for Good Friday anymore. (Yes, bien, you are a monsterrr) They roam the earth every single day. They have free rein, and worse, you can’t even identify then on sight. Devils don’t have horns, tails, and pitchforks theses days’ many of them wear expensive suits and drive luxury cars. Aswangs don’t have to lower their tongues through a crack on the roof; they have to lower their tongues through a crack on the roof; they have more efficient ways to drain people of blood – they worm their way into public office.

Today’s devils and monsters look just like everybody else. They’re double insidious: they pretend to have your best interests in mind.

And no scissors or anting anting can help you.