Project Issue

Let me talk about Episode 2. Again, I really don't like seeing myself on TV, thin and disheveled. I guess, I'm really better in person. LMAO

This episode made me feel sad and happy. about myself. Well, you really have to consider things that would hype you in a competition. Yes, Character is what we are, Competence is what we can do. And that's right, I totally understand.
I wasn't aware that I was too bossy and almost throwing bad words. If in the first place, I asked that person in that event if there was something I did wrong or made them feel insulted. Maybe, it needs to be in that kind of way. Well, I hate surprises.

And I'm not really dominant, because if i am, they wouldn't really like it. I was just being wise about the time and how to finish the clothes in a short span and I would never blame anyone on TV. I would rather help someone in need rather than putting up an issue. If I were to make an issue, you would really not like it.

Oh God, I can't wait for our reunion........

In my head

Serenaded by bullshit
Fireworks in my lungs
In my head
Like a paisley print
Among other monochrome
Drifting by
In this clandestine dream
My sanity
So virgin
Lucid and vivid
Your face
Drafted
Like a stain
Replenished
A silk in the dirt
I couldn't clean
Wanting to veer
Out of this trance
Like a snot
But I can't

I will be

The world seems so cold When I face so much all alone A little scared to move on And knowing how fast I have grown And I wonder just where I fit in, the vision of life in my head...

While on the traffic, This is what I decided to write

The first time I saw you

In a quarter view

Where the ray of sun hit me

Your eyes

Your lips

Caught in a glimpse

Perplexed me

Never knew it would still linger

To my temporary vision

That leads me now to certainty

Don't know how long

Don't know how far

The pavement

Where I am and have always been

Inescapable

In finding you

Friday 14th

I love Fridays, after a long day of running around from south to north, QC to Makati, undying work meetings. It's worth all the running. I even enjoy having coffee alone at this moment, with my notebook, listening to Beyonce's Halo (think sasha fierce is nice, oh not all), looking at different people, how they smile, speak with each other, with their stories with them. Surprisingly, There were 7 mute people who just sat beside me, 5 of them are gays, then 1 lady and 1 guy. I just love how they speak with each other. One guy even requested to have his phone charged to where my battery is plugged. They even have their own laptops, using cameras online with their friends. I just adore how they do their sign languages. Remember Kapwa ko Mahal ko way back, So touching.



Sana lang bilisan nila ang pag-charge kasi malo-low batt na ang laptop ko.

Soundless

Dear God,

I'm requesting for a Love Life.


Patiently Waiting,

Patrick

Ruby Tuesday

I actually had fun today. No work, lots of sleep and eating, even my vitamins made me alive today. Tomorrow is the premiere of Project Runway Philippines Season 2. I really don't know what would I feel if see myself exposed in TV, looking thin and disheveled. Dramatically ugly, if that's what you think. To be quite honest, I'm very stereotype about my profile. I always want to keep it real simple and on going but it seems destiny wants me to fight back and strive harder.

Let me tell you something about joining Project Runway?

I was one of the few people who have gone through the final screening. I did it first time with second thoughts that it can make me or break me. I told myself, If I join this, people would see me in my worst nightmare, in my worst circumstances, I know but I don't care. The only thing that's pushing me is my desire to help my family. Of course, If I win the prize, I will have my own shop, out of my little studio, isolated in the corner of our house. I also thought, what if I don't win? then struggle again, where my fallback is always my vision to survive.




I've always been the struggling young designer, who have always been eaten by pressure. Always on a rough road. The only thing that's keeping me now is my adrenaline and eagerness to make it successful someday. That someday, I would be the man of my mom and my grand mom. That I could give them the happiness they gave me, without even questioning myself for doing this to them. Give them the gratitude, that once and for all, I wouldn't be a fighter not without them. That my mission in this world is to protect them when they get old and be their shelter. I wouldn't have this kind of skills and talent for no reason.


my mom left me when I was 3 yrs old to work in abroad. My grandmom raised me then, even her eyes aren't complete. They are my heroes.

So tomorrow, my journey starts in Project Runway, as I live up with my vision and hopes for the future.

Creation is my life, fashion is my drug and pressure is my adrenaline.