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[seeingsaints]

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The window was left open all through the night and into the early morning. I had not gone to bed. Heard the usual voices and night time rustlings of the AC and pipes. Maybe some spirits trying to get a midnight stroll around? I guess I don’t know what I expected, but the deer did not show up. Maybe he’s not following me anymore, or maybe he lost track of where I am since I’m not in my parents house now. (Duh, I am twenty two.) These were all thoughts I’ve had until it was six AM. Time to get up. I went over to the window to shut it and there was a note stuck in between the screen and window. When I picked it up, I noticed it was a long strip of silly photos like those you would get from a photo booth in a mall. They were all just photos of an empty booth until about the third one. A woman was there. Not a scary woman or a creepy one like you would expect- she was Latina with some very oddly bright green eyes and wearing a tan sweater with a weird design I couldn’t quite make out. Embroidered with orange and red. I flipped the strip over where the note was written. “Is this your way of inviting me?” I took a pen and responded on the paper. “It depends on if you take it or not.” I’m going to work.

[searching-4thy-soul]

Entry 2

Disclaimer: the following events are from my memory, therefore details could be slightly off. Do not come for me.

I hope you guessed it right.

I started modelling a little bit in high school, just some creative shoots here and there. My uncle had worked in advertising and had some connections. 

The spring before I finished high school, I had signed with my mother agency. Anita Norris Models (2014).

 I remember the day like it was yesterday. 

I had scheduled to go to a casting call for new faces. One Thursday after school, my best friend at the time drove me to the agency. We were a half an hour early mainly because my friend was speeding on the highway. I am glad we arrived to our destination. No driver should ever be going 150 on a highway, especially in this small can (yes can).

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The feeling of the next few hours for me is pure bliss. For most of my life I never felt like I truly belonged anywhere. And now thinking back on it, it might have been part  of the agency’s selling tactic. I felt special. 

(The fact that I felt special for some one telling me I was extremely beautiful and could maybe make a career out of it, is low key embarrassing).

Basically when you go to meet with an agency, they will measure your height, bust, waist, and hips, they will also take snaps of you (close up, full body and then angles), and they will take a video of you introducing yourself. The agency I was with also pitched a course called model 101, for $1700 cdn. 

After the interview, an agent usually gives a speech and shows a video about the agency. There is an unsaid “we will call you vibe.”

The founder of the Agency pulls me into her office and says “I can send you to China by the end of this year.” I am 18 at the time, and am looking at any possibility to get out of the small rural area I have lived in for my whole life. College at the time was not worth the money, the debt, or the stress; especially, when I had no idea what the fuck I wanted. 

The only catch to this phrase was that I had to loose weight. My waist was a 26 inches and had to shrink  to 24 inches, and my hips were 35 inches and had to shrink an inch. 

After this I went to Harvey’s and got a cheese burger with onion rings. 

This night changed my life forever, suddenly I had a future of some type. 

[thoughtsofxenny]

Surrealism and Consistency 12/01/2017

I’ll try and do this diary weekly as it has improved on my consistency in everything I do everyday. 

Since the past week I’ve been pretty busy.

I’ve been assigned by the Cambridge of University to work with their museum branch which is the Fitzwilliam museum. I now have the responsibility to work on their next catalogue flyer for this year’s season May to August. What an honour. Though I don’t entirely have control as to how the design would be, this will definitely help me on the long run of my portfolio.

I’ve managed to get a second interview with Hearst Magazine and they’ve assigned me to tackle a brief that was given to me. Also got Zoe a gift for new years since she got me a really smart jumper for good luck. She liked it and she was awesome bless her.

Completed the brief during the weekend and the little amount of time I was left with during the weekdays due to Cambridge. They’ve seemed impressed with my design or at least satisfactory. The woman I can tell she’s a bit more eccentric and more work driven. I couldn’t tell from the past two interviews that she liked my work or not or at least be nice about it. The head designer on the other hand, he liked my work and he manage to see what my intentions were more clearly than the lady. We had really good chemistry and manage to talk about our personal lives during the time he had to take me out of office and manage to get a few good laughs. But now it’s the waiting game. It is now Thursday. One more day to go until the end of the week. That’s when they apparently will let me know how it’ll go.

During my weekdays I kind of spoilt myself and been sleeping in till 10am. It’s always good to have someone to talk to in the mornings, it kind of lifts the mood. Had Jiji and sometimes Will help me on my Japanese which I am now currently on N4. Kind of lucky to have someone who wants to learn it at the same time as me, kind of motivates each other. 

Manage to do some sketches everyday. I’ve noticed that I’ve been more conscious about my lines capacity. Using different thickness to give a more dynamic feel to my portraits. 

Started working on my new website since I’ve been told Bootstrap has become an industry standard now. Have to stay relevant.

Everyone has been calling me just to check up on me. It feels so nice, I know the past 6 months I’ve been ghosting and they still forgiven for those times, I’m so freaking lucky to have people in my life that care. They genuinely are rooting for me to succeed. It’s so surreal. I just love how people decided to call me, Skype me and the like. I’ve forgotten the experience is so much more intimate and you really feel the love.

Working hard for them. And have my travel plans for this year to be a dream come true. Sometime in April, need to start looking for properties to gain some income and a possible future proof plan for me.

Fingers crossed I’ll get the job from Hearst. Despite the emotional roller coaster, I can only hope for the best in every outcome. No regrets. If it doesn’t work, there’s always a way. Definitely learnt that from my hardships from my first job.

I definitely have a good feeling about this year about everything. Not just my career. I’ll just continue to be myself and always strive to improve and have fun with my loved.

That’s my week so far. Just hope I get the job tomorrow. One day at a time. This year will be my year for everything.

[oceances]

Collaborations and Initiatives

“When we inspire people by explaining why the destination is important, they develop the motivation to see the race through.”

The first summit of UGNAYAN 1617 took place earlier this day, October 8, 2016, from 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM at Henry Sy Bldg 4th floor. I am proudly part of the Central Committee that made it possible.

UGNAYAN is basically a student leader alliance between Ateneo de Manila University and De La Salle University that aims to address relevant social issues and design initiatives that will make a positive social impact. It is a good avenue for the organizations of these universities to share their knowledge and skills and come up with a project while developing a sustainable relationship with each other.

The main agenda for this year’s UGNAYAN is “Addressing Pressing Issues through Interdisciplinary Collaboration” which I think is a relevant one. While watching these student leaders brainstorm about possible projects and initiatives, I came to realize that we have so much potential to change the community around us. There are many ideas yet to be worded, and many possibilities yet to be unfolded. What’s really beautiful about this event is that it tackles social responsibility. It emphasizes that as student leaders, we should come up with ideas that will benefit our society.

“When the wind blows there are those that build walls and then there are those that build windmills."

[egg-on-exchange]

Day #39

Quick one, as I need to go soon.

First day of school today! New school is so much friendlier. I may have even made my first friend! Fingers crossed.

[paigesvea-blog]

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[chroniclesofi]

2. Pt. 1

A full generation has passed. The city has declined so rapidly that all that really remains here are the crooks and gang bangers. Everyone else has left and moved on to the big city a couple miles over, leaving this place to be reduced to a lowly suburb of a larger city. So lowly that people don’t even refer to it by its proper name anymore. Gotham. 

People tell tales of a hero that once ran the city. Hell, they even erected a statue in the middle of town in his honor after he met his timely demise. It was kind of odd how he went out if you think about it. It was a routine bank heist in which four men accessed the vault in one of the larger banks in the city. Their hero showed up to take the crooks down like he always did, but somehow the crooks got the better of him. Not with knives or guns, but with their own bare hands. Something that their hero was known to be the best at handling, but he lost his life to some petty thieves that got taken down by the Gotham City Police Department before they even made it out the front door.

Everyone thought that their hero had forced the crooks into the hands of the police and then disappeared mysteriously into the night. A short time later, when they opened the vault, they got their real answer. Beaten, bloody, broken, and lifeless, there, on the vault floor, lay Batman. Although, at this point, he had been stripped of his mask, so, beaten, bloody, broken, and lifeless also lay Bruce Wayne.Two of Gotham’s biggest heroes laying dead in front of them. Everyone just played it off saying that no hero can last forever. Oh, how they were wrong… and entirely right.