hence, with my overwhelming guts, i unabashly sent my portfolio to the Philippine's Next Top Model. the phoographs are beyond mediocre i must say, that is why i prefer ruffa and her posse see me in flesh. i hope personality and the thing between the ears count.
then i received this through email.
REGISTRATION ID# 20061021093516-FLORES-97
Good Day Ms. FLORES,
Thank you for completing your application form at the Philippines' Next Top Model website and for providing us your photos.
Due to unavoidable circumstances, the audition will be on December 13, 2006, 9:00 am at FIAMA Restorante, 32 Jupiter Street, Bel-Air, Makati City. Please bring the following requirements
Birth Certificate
NBI Clearance
Passport plus driver’s license or SSS ID or TIN ID or Company ID
Registration ID#
Dress to impress the judges. Dress code is either tube, tank top, spaghetti strap blouse, mini skirt & stilettos or high heel shoes. NO SLIPPERS PLEASE.
Thanks very much and good luck in your application!
Philippines' Next Top Model
c/o Solar Entertainment Corporation
2F Goodwill Building
393 Sen. Gil Puyat Avenue,
Makati City, Metro Manila
this thing is gonna be tomorrow, right?have to think fast now, i told myself. after a few minutes (actually i've been contemplating it for days already) i opted not to come. i have a scheduled "date" with mhare, miguel and jerick tomorrow in UPD. some acads stuffs.then i have to take care of some readings as well....i haven't got my NBI clearance yet as well, and i doubt the NBI or even the InterPol will grant me one..kidding!*wink* besides, i'm not comfortable with high heels either. some feminists say its the womankind's revolt against the oppression of the chauvinist world, but what the heck.my sole concern is my precious feet getting blisters.
yes, you're right..i'm only making excuses.maybe i really like it (the modelling thing) that much, beyond getting a law degree(uhm..no not really, maybe getting a hottie of a boyfriend), that i feel some how insecure of physique at the same time. for starters, i'm not really tall or have any anyone get an illusion that i am tall when when looking at me. also i don't suite the societies standards of beauty.actually, if it was some debate or film-critiquing contest, i will not think twice (on a second thought..hahahaha..nah, just kidding)..joking aside, i must say that the drive i usually emanate on a daily basis evaporates when it comes to these sort of things...
don't blame me then for hating mestizas because men love them more than a mulatta like moi. don't blame me then for cursing kim chu or some reality tv by-product (yes im actually using the term) because they get to be famous by merely being meek and cute. don't blame me then for perpetually bashing teen-starlet-turned-fhm-and-maxim-cover-girls-because-they-want-to-prove-they-are-already-mature-but-in-really-they-no-longer-making-money-for-merely-flashing-their-smiles-on-cam because they have the guts to show their "luscious" bodies on glossy paper.don't blame me then for loathing the abovementioned because at some point of my existentialist and stoic way of thinking, i somehow dreamt of being what they are.yes, i am EXTREMLY INSECURE.but i think my difference to them (the other wannabes) is that i don't let this flaw rot my spirit...if there is a machine that converts insecurity to gas that can run a porsche or a ferrari, i might have invented it...*wink*
oh well, what the heck..i still have my thesis to finish..no matter how boring i may sound now, but only few are given the opportunity to fulfill an undergrad thesis..i'm choosing the car over the gas...*winkwink*
pebi talking in gibberish again around 1:40 AM
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