Yes, twitting is not writing. BRB soon :)

140 characters be damned! Yeah yeah yeah, maybe it's too much to ask that every tweet be Basho-worthy. Maybe Seurat holds the formula in the art of tweeting- little points accumulating and compositing into one beautiful picture of an account holder. Maybe I just like to write the way I talk, in miles and miles of Eliotian meanderings. Whatever. ( Read more... )

God is strange and wonderful and wonderfully strange and strangely wonderful.

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I am in, I have a slot, I'm going to fashion week! Gosh I never felt this nervous in like, like since 2006 when I did that "global" showdown. I wish lang may mananahi would get well na and come to work so I can finish the last 8 looks. Lalalalalalalalalalalala!

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1. While I was in Osaka, I was hoping that my "mananahi" would return to work. It didn't happen. So tomorrow I will interview two new applicants ( Read more... )

It's not Tokyo but Osaka is still Japan. I get the sudden urge to fold my laundry into nice little shapes. I take a few extra minutes to make sure that my collar is arranged just so. I am again picking up my sketch book to record details. In Japan, it's all about the details. Little things hang from cellphones, translucent paper is inserted into ( Read more... )

My "mananahi" just walked out. No, I don't have a sweatshop. I pay them well and they even have free meals. Without a hi or a ho, as in "wala ng niha ni ho" he just stood up and left. I was in the office when it happened, even the other seamstresses have no idea what caused him to up and leave. He's been missing for the last two days. I have ( Read more... )