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One of the most crushing things about this weekend was the realization that when it comes to taking DSLR photos, I completely, utterly suck.

Just how bad?

The single decent shot I took came completely by accident, when I hit the shutter button while attempting to discreetly pick my nose, before I even got to aim. Irritating! The resultant shot looked like something chic and posh and very urban.. like the 2011 Spring/Summer catalog of Bunny Jeans, or quite possible the latest print spread by Freego in Women’s Home Companion magazine..

I did, however, manage to reassure myself that I possess a singularly awesome talent that remains unrivaled in at least 48 American states, and 83% of Northern Luzon precincts – I can weigh an ungodly 230-lbs, yet put on a horizontally-striped shirt and still look as sleek and svelte and agile as if I weighed just 218..

Yes. I truly am a Superstar..

*****

All shots taken at Oh My Gulay, 5/F La Azotea Building, Session Road, Baguio City. All clothing and accessories, unless otherwise indicated, are models’ own, and are assuredly obscenely expensive.

We love our Coke Smile shirts – mainly because they were free gifts from our Clients, but also because they’re fun and friendly (not to mention incredibly easy to win – just look under the cap of participating Coke bottles, and you could win one of these Bench-made beauties, or an 8-ounce bottle to share with a friend!). That’s why when times are tough, just drink a Coke, and wear a smile!

This was a tremendous coincidence; we all just happened to be wearing them on the same day…

Coke Shirt Day

I am incredibly jealous of Melissa’s taste in shades – no matter how hard I try, she always has cooler sunglasses than I do. I don’t think I would ever buy a pair of Lisa-Frank-purple-fading-into-turquoise Wayfarers, but she would, she did, and that’s why she’s always bongga. You go, girl!

Shades Day

Mainly because we all believe best accents our rosy red mestizo/mestiza features.

*credibility vanishes*

 

My alleged “friends” (emphasis on the word “alleged”, double emphasis on the quotation marks around the word “friends”) seem to have trouble believing in MDJ Superstar’s superlative ability to slip into a pair of 32-inch jeans, given his lusciously beefy physique.

Hence, they are proposing a grass-roots movement whose sole aim is to raise enough money for a pair of jeans whose size they believe is more appropriate for a Superstar of my proportions.

(They haven’t yet decided what brand to buy… although I confess that I am leaning towards a custom pair of Viktors.)

Honestly, I don’t know what all the fuss is about. Just you wait and see. It’s only a matter of time before bilbil spillage and moose knuckles (the male equivalent of a camel toe) come into vogue…

Gadzooks, is that a PayPal button I see down there?

 

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