Danabelle in Eid Shorts

Gaahhh. I hate this. I know I wanted Eid to come, but I didn't want it to come so soon. Crud.

I was hoping Eid would come on Wednesday so that I wouldn't have to go to work on Thursday. But alas the moon guys, as it seems, don't like me very much.

Which is funny because I'm a lunatic. If anything they should love me.

Pfsh.

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So I went to the interview thing today. I would've nailed it, had I had a driver's license, unfortunately, I don't. But hey, it's all good. They're supposed to call me tomorrow to get me the schedule or something or other. However now, I'm a little reluctant.

But hey the guys were cool. Haha. They couldn't get over my accent. They kept asking if I was American or if I've been to the States. Hahaha. And one of them was American. Imagine that.

Haha. Nakabola na naman akerr. LMAO.

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This afternoon on the way home... Or it could have been morning on the way to work. I'm not sure, I'm asleep on both trips so it's all a bit floopy. Anyway, I've been thinking about being totally and completely honest about everything. It's all about doing the right thing and giving off what you want to get. Do you get what I'm saying?

Nevermind the fact that we're friends or what not. Nevermind the fact that I'd be viewed as a beeyotch (because I already am viewed as that with no extra effort from my part).

But then I thought, maybe I should just be supportive. But there's a line between being supportive and plain outright lying so as not to hurt anyone's feelings.

Where is that line? I still haven't found it... And so until then, I will just keep my mouth shut.

I wish other people would do that too. Or you know just be truthful. I can take it. I'm not a girl who cries at everything. Ok, wait, I am. But hey I don't need anyone buffering stuff up.

If it's not pretty, it's not pretty. Just because we're friends doesn't mean we need to BS each other by going, "Wow! Galing naman".

Go ahead, call me a beeyotch. You know I'm right.

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We've been watching ANTM for the past few days... And I gotta say that show's hella addictive.

And contagious!

It's got me clenching my jaw, and elongating my neck, and twisting my body. It's even got me posing in front of the bathroom mirror while I'm on the can. It helps when I'm trying to achieve that "fierce" look.

LMAO.

Easy, breezy, beautiful Cover Girl. Haha.

Seerussly, though. This is going to help a lot with my portraiture. It'd be easier for the model to mirror if I could get a good range of faces down correctly and not just give half-assed expressions like ":O", ":)", ";;)".

Y'know?!?! LOL.

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Sooo, I've been craving since this afternoon. What is up with that? I've been dreaming of BBQ ribs. Mmmm...

So I guess this means Hello December for me... Hello December 2009!

FTW! I have got to get it together. LMAO. Maybe after Eid. What? What else are you gonna do on the holidays except eat??? I mean, c'mon now!

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Here's a foonii storii. Haha.

Exactly right after my interview today, I received a long distance phone call from France. From a French "fotogrefer".

It's really cute. But it's fooniier if I tell you in person, so remember to ask me about it.

If you can't wait for us to meet... Ask Kisstian to tell you the story. Hehehe.

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Oooh! Oooh! Remember that time when I said I wanted to take tap, but couldn't find where?

I found it na! I'm hella excited. It starts on Saturday and ends on December.

Hihihi. I hope I find my rhythm. It kind of got me way back when, but I seem to have lost it somewhere. LOL.

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Can I just say that I miss you?

I really do. And I know it's not like me to step down from my imaginary pedestal, but here I am on the ground, placing my head beneath yours, saying that I wish it could be just like before.

Unfortunately, I guess it would just be impossible. We're all just too proud for that to happen and so many things have transpired. I never thought it would get to this, but there's just a lot of bad blood now. Sad, but true.

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PostSecret!!!

Weird is spelt weirdly. Probably because it's spelt wrong. But looking beyond that typo, I can actually relate to this. A little differently than how you're probably imagining... But if you know me and if you analyze the postcard, you'd know what this really means to me.

I really should've. Tsk.

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Remember the great big fantastic news from the last shorts edition?

Well it's almost done. Yayyy!!! Hihihi. It's still got a few kinks, but it's semi-done and it looks pretty good if I do say so myself. Of course, my opinion is biased but ehhh, click and see for yourself. :) Hihi. ---

http://www.danabellegutierrez.com

BTW, that's how the French "fotogrefer" found me, I think. LOL.

Extra special thanks to Ion & Raqz. You, two are the bestest! :) I love you both! Thank you!

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Anyhoos, I best get ready for bed.

:)

Eid Mubarak! Kullo a'am w' inta bkhair!

Don't you love that man?

D: Babe! News! I've got an interview today.
M: You quit your job? Good luck.
D: No. Not yet. I'm quitting next year if they don't fire me first. It's a freelance thang.
M: What kind of freelance thang?
D: Imma be a clubotographer. Haha. I'll be one of those chicks that the drunk people approach at nightclubs and go "Take my picture!!!". LOL.
M: I think you're overqualified for club photography. Is the pay that good???
D: No, actually the pay is terrible, but I was going for the experience. And think about it, you get paid to partayyyy. Haha. Pretty sweet deal, if I do say so myself. But aren't you sweet for saying that I'm overqualified. I love you.
M: How can you shoot if you're tipsy? Oh wait I just remembered you're a functioning drunk. Haha.
D: Nyahahaha.
M: Oh and but you are overqualified. Trust me, you are.
D: Stop it, you're making blush.

Ain't he sweet?

Danabelle in Party Shorts

I gotta tell you, one of the nicest feelings in the world is having a potential employer say that your work is amazing. It's right up there with drinking hot chocolate with marshmallow bitties in a log cabin up in the mountains during winter. Mmmm. I feel so warm & fuzzy.

It's still not for sure... I still have to go through an interview. But yayyy!

"Where my party pa-party party pa-party people at?!?!"

Welcome Babygirl!

Delectable Delights now makes mini cuppycakes. :)

Visit http://delectabledelights.multiply.com for more photos and order details.

Oh and here's an obligatory picture of me.

What? I haven't camwhored in a while...

...And you gotta love that eyecatch.

So... There's gonna be some great big fantastic news later on...

But that's for later. Now, I gotsta finish baking and go take a shower.

Kissy kissy!

M&G Prepostnup

Prepostnup. What? They're married. They're renewing their vows.

So this is their prepostnup.

It makes perfect sense. Keep up, will you.

1. Cutiepatootsiepie

2. Put yo stunna shades on!

This is so hiphop. I love it! I love her!

3. Kulitsiekins!
4. Naks.
5. Deads.This had us rolling on the floor laughing our butts off for a good twenty minutes.

 6. Too darn cute!!!
7. Color Palette + Rings
I hope you had fun at the shoot and I hope you enjoy your pictures. I surely did. Hehe. Kita n'yo nga, I usually don't post photos right away, but these were just too great to keep for too long. I couldn't resist not to post kahit teasers lang. Hehe.

I love you much!

See you soon!

Danabelle in Natural Shorts

I'd like to kick PETA's ass.

PETA should just crawl under a rock and die. Or they could keel over and die or something or other.

Speaking as a former vegan (Yes, I was a vegan. But then I realized how awesome and yummy steak is.), I've seen both sides, so shut up and listen to me, before you start becoming all activistic on my ass.

PETA as it seems is asking my best friends Ben & Jerry to use BREAST MILK for their ice cream.

Ok, now I'm not the type who gets easily squeamish, but this just crosses the line... I mean, c'mon now... Human secretion in my ice cream (pronounced as creeehhhhmmm). WTF??? No, thank you.

Of course you'd say, oh but it's natural. It's blarflarnyarmlarglar... Cram it. I'm not eating no stranger's breastmilk. Processed or unprocessed. That's just gross. Natural, my butt. You know what else is natural? Licking someone's sweat... Yeah. Or swallowing some stranger's manjuice. How's that for natural, you activistic sons of beeshes?

Oh and by the way, I like leather bags. Oh wait did I say like, I mean love. I loooooove leather bags. And furcoats.

F you. Messin' with my bestfriends and my ice crehmm... Oh it's on. This means war.

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Anyhoos, enough talk of INEDIBLE things... Let's talk about INCREDIBLE things!

I want to try MIRACLE FRUIT!

I imagine it'd be like a rainbow exploding in your mouth.

http://flavortripping.wordpress.com/

I should find out where I can get this and host a flavor trippin' party.

Deyyym. That tiny red berry is just off the hook.

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For the past few days I've been fantasizing about my wedding.

Yes. It's a beach wedding. It's absolutely gorgeous. The color palette includes deep turquoise, black and brown, with a touch of green and champagne.

Image courtesy of Google

It's small, just super close friends and family. But there's a twist...

I get stood up by my groom, left standing in the lurch. Isn't that fabulous?

Haha. Tsk.

What? I like to mentally prepare myself for the worst things so that when it does happen I'm just all cool and stuff.

And yes, I'm insane. I think we've already established that a long time ago.

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Ba't ganon? Ikaw pa ngayon ang nagmamalaki.

Hayyysss.

You're making it seem like I killed you or stole from you or cheated on you or... Or... Or...

Anak ng topak naman. Ano ba?!?!

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I'm hella excited for a few things. :) Hihihi.

First off, the strobing thing is on, babe. It's on and poppin'.

Second, I've finally realized all the things that I need to do in order to get the llaneraflash working like it's supposed to.

Third, I've finally found the perfect device to make the hulighthoop a little more compact and mobile. :) Oh happy day!

Fourth, lensbahbeh, I love you. I shall see you soon. Ahihihi. You just have to make yourself available na. Dali na. Puh-leeeaaazzzeee. Optic swap lovin'... Mmmm.

Fifth, my webbysitey is gonna be launching soon. Wait for it! :D Yayyy!

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Dear Shitbuddy,

Thanks for everything. I mean that. I usually don't remember shit. But I remember that the shit kind of hit the fan yesterday and I just want to say thank you for that. Remember, I'm here for you and your shit, too. Anytime.


Shitty As Always,
D.

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I was re-reading old blogs and comments...

Natural, ganon naman talaga ako.

Then I started to get a little agitated...

Natural, normal na reaction yun sa mga nakita ko.

Pero nalungkot ako ng konti.

Natural, nakakalungkot naman kasi eh.

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I have to make turquoise colored fondant flowers for the shoot today. I hope I finish.

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BTW, I have a TM (Talent Manager) now, naturally. It was bound to happen. Hehehe.

So, for any type of Photography-related services and stuff, please contact Miss Bambit.

http://bambit.multiply.com

LOL.

Kisses!

Drinking Pepsi out of a free Coke can glass...

I'm inclined to say ironic, but that's a little too intense to describe my soda-drinking predicament. Actually, even the word predicament is a little too intense. I could call it a situation, but I'm disinclined to, for reasons that I will not disclose... Possibly because my mind is swirling with thoughts, both good and bad or possibly because I just have no words.

What do you do with girls who drink the wrong things in the wrong vessels?

Of course this could all be symbollic, but who'll tell? I'm not gonna. I'm just gonna sip my Pepsi in my free Coke can glass. Wouldn't want to waste perfectly ok soda now would we?

Dear Anyone,

Would you judge me if I told you that I'm getting drunk? Of course it is already after lunch, so your judgment should be lessened. Isn't what they always say in movies, "It's not even noon yet"? Pfsh. It's after noon. But you know what? If it were up to me I would be sauced-up 24/7. 'Naturally, you would tell me that, that's not such a smart thing to do... I imagine you'd say I'd just be throwing my money away, but seeing as I'm a cheap drunk, I don't think I'll be throwing much. A couple of shots and I'm good to go. Of course, I am a functioning alchoholic (or at least that is what I tell myself). Hey, if I can blog while drunk, then I can do anything. I'm a friggin' superhero.

What is it with this insane need to just lay it all on me? I can't deal with this. I may appear capable, but I'm just not strong enough. And I know that sounds selfish, but I just... I didn't ask for this. I don't want it. I'm tired of having to take everything that you give. And the saddest part is... I can't even talk to anyone. I'm alone in all of this... You just throw things at me and leave. And I'm just left standing here with all your crap. I'm a dumpster that the dumpster truck just doesn't bother to pick up anymore because there's just too much. It's my fault, I guess. Because I am always ok with anything and so anything and everything just comes my way... And I don't even notice it, but I'm drowning in anything and everything.

I'm not equipped. And though I tell you and everyone else that I am ok, I'm just not equipped to deal with this. I've got my own stuff to figure out. I can't figure this out for you. I'm not even supposed to! I'm not your therapist. I'm a girl that's just as confused as you are, probably even more. And I don't need this type of psychological torture. And from you. You're supposed to be my safety. My haven. My home. I know that you don't mean to... But you've become the opposite. And you have to stop it, before it gets any worse, if that's even possible, because I don't know how much more of this I can take.

I'm on the verge of a breakdown and you don't even know. I've fallen off the wagon. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I love you. I just... I can't deal with this.


As Always,
D.


P.S.: Somebody pour me another friggin' drink.

TopTenTuesday - The things I think, but do not say...

I got inspired by Janis' courageous post in her transient account, I felt the need to be brave myself and just let this out.

BTW, if you were wondering, this is one of the reasons why there hasn't been TTT for the past few weeks.

Because, everytime I felt the urge to write the TopTen, this was the only theme that I could think of. And I can't get it out of my mind.

So here it is:

No contexts. No holds barred. Just me listing down the TopTen things I think, but do not say.

1. You used me. You never viewed me as a friend and you still don't. You think I'm a meal ticket or whatever other idiom that I can't think of just now. How do you sleep at night knowing that you've just abused someone? Not literally, of course, but you know what I mean. And you in all of your "user-friendly" persona have the audacity to judge me and set me aside as if I'm the one at fault. How dare you?

2. I don't like it. I didn't say anything, because you were so proud of it. And you kept explaining everything and I just didn't want to see your face be filled with disappointment if I told you that I thought it wasn't brilliant... But really, I gotta say, it's not that good.

3. You're overrated. Seriously.

4. I've lost all my faith and hope in Men because of you. Don't feel bad about that though. I'm even thankful, because now, I know what to really expect. I mean, I've known before... But you've somehow solidified my belief even more. So, thank you.

5. Why do you keep saying things that you're not sure are true? Why do you keep making assumptions? I'd confront you, but I don't want to fight. So I just let my annoyance sit... Besides, I know I'm annoying too, sometimes, so hey, give and take right?

6. Don't feel bad if I don't comment... It's not personal. It's just that whatever I would've commented would have either wasted your time or hurt you in some sense. And that's why I opted to just shut up.

7. You remind me of him and he reminds me of you... I know that's not really such a weird thing. But the wild part about it is that I sometimes forget who I'm talking to, not literally, but essentially. So if I start talking to either of you funny, ignore me, I'm just thinking you're the other person. Oh and if that's not weird enough... I also think that both of you are love material. My freaky-ass mind is just all blarflarnyarmlargaahhh.

8. I think I could fall in love with you. In fact, I probably already am... I'm just waiting for you to feel head-over-heels, blown-away, socks-knocked-off, crazy and madly in love with me before I show you that I am actually capable of being seriously in love and not just being all flirty.

9. Sometimes your sarcasm stings. But I brush it off, because I know I'm just like you.

10. Go ahead. You can log back in now. I know that you logout everytime so I won't see you on the strip. Don't worry. It's ok. You're not my first stalker. And I'm pretty sure you won't be the last. Thanks for making me feel special and somewhat freaked out. How sweet of you.

Kiligskidoodles...

What? Bawal na bang kiligin ngayon?

Day Thirteen & Fourteen - Rome Schmome and The Way Back Home

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06 August 2008

Finally! Goodness... How long have I been postponing this? Wayyy too long, I think.

So yeah, on the third day of our fantastic roadtrip vacation-type thing. We all went to catch a train to Rome.

Yes, Rome.

I was hella excited. Because I thought I'd get to be Audrey Hepburn, eating Gelato on the Spanish steps, putting my hand in inside Bocca Della Verita, and making a wish on the Trevi Fountain.

I barely got any sleep the night before... Partly because I was so excited and partly because it was hella hot. Goodness me. I've never been that uncomfortable in my whole life... Not even when I was in the Philippines. I got up at one point during the night and contemplated on whether or not to take another shower. It was THAT hot.

Anyhoos, we left rather early. We stopped by the sandal store that wouldn't take my money the day before, because they didn't have change. LOL. And so off we went...

...Sort of.

The ticket machine ate our money... Then we had to wait in line for forever... When we finally got our tickets, we weren't sure where the binario was. And blahblahblah.

Of course, we were all like, "Pfsh... Whatever. We're going to Rome. It's gonna be awesome!"

Boy, were we wrong...

Sabi nga ni RB, "Buti nalang maganda ang pictures."

LOL.

1. As always, I took a picture of the sign of the place where we were staying at on the last day.

...Nasundan mo ba? Medyo parang konting nalito kasi ako...

2. At the stoplight...

...What? We were on vacay-shee-yown. It'd be a shame if we weren't gonna be shutterhappy.

3. Galleria Commercia E Santa Maria Novella Blahblahblah.
This is the underground mall (?) type thing where the sandals store was at. :) Happyhappyjoyjoy!

4. Poste
...Pinaglololoko ako. Poste daw, eh mailbox kaya yan. (LOL. Corny. Tsk.)

5. Ok so here we are getting a little frazzled and confused...This was at the point where the ticket machine ate our money and we were trying to figure out which binario our train was going to be and stuff.

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7. K & Me waiting in line.
8. Mapping it all out....Nagpakahirap pa... Tsk.

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10. All smiles......Puro mga excited pa.


11. Where's the map, where's the map, where's the map?
12. ...I'm the map.
LOL. Dora. Haha.

13. So after 48 years, we finally arrived in Rome at around 3pm...
We got a little lost in the train station, but we were able to get day tickets... We then checked when the last train back to Florence would be... And to our dismay. It was at 7pm. So we had four hours to see whatever we needed to see. And after much deliberation... We decided to go to the Vatican City.

Big mistake.

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...About two stations from Roma Termini on the way to the Vatican, we passed by the Trevi Fountain train stop. We should've gotten off there... Boy, oh boy...

15. We got to our stop and we didn't know where to walk exactly...
...Thankfully (?), we saw this Filo guy hanging out at the train station and we asked him for directions... Which he gave to us... Somewhat bewildered and somewhat trying to stifle a laugh. We only got to understand his reaction when it was all over...

16. Ang init. Ang layo. Grrr.

17. I know you probably can't read it... ...But the sign says Musei Vatican.

18. And there it is......the point of no return. Blahahaha. Tsk.

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I'm not kidding. Do yourself a favor. And just stay away.

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Yes, I'm kidding. I'm historically challenged. Forgive me, I have no idea what I took pictures of.

38. Knock, knock...Who's there? Lion. Lion who? I'm a lion knocker. IDK. Rawrrr.

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Finally after a few bajillion miles, we got to the Sistine Chapel.

Unfortunately, taking pictures inside the chapel is not allowed.

But since, I'm an asshole. I took pictures anyway.

Surreptitiously, of course.

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Then, I got caught by a security guy in civilian clothing... So I left... Rather relieved might I say... I thought, FINALLY, we're done here! I can go find Irog (we kind of lost them on the way to the Sistine Chapel) then we can eat and rest and gaaahhh. Get me out of here!

...Little did I know that the walk to the exit would just be as long as the walk going in.

Grrr.

63. What I thought the Vatican City would look like....I was wrong. Huhuhu. I was so wrong.
For those who've been there, how do we get there in that square thing???

64. At the exit, I sat down and contemplated...
...I wasn't sure whether to wait or go out or go back and find them.

65. The best thing about the Vatican...
...is the exit. Not only because it's so pretty.

But because that right there is redemption.

I wanted to run down yelling "FREEDOM!"

But I thought I'd be a good girl and not act so weird.

66. Spirally spirally spirally...

67. Wala akong eyebags....wala. Wala. Wala. Walang tulog nga eh, diba? Inexplain ko naman kasi... Tsk.

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And finally, we were out.

Goodbye, Vatican. See ya! Wouldn't want to be ya.

70. And since we were hella hungry...
...We didn't get to eat lunch due to the friggin' 3 hour train ride. We ate at this little restaurant in front of the Vatican.

The food wasn't as good. But we were famished. So we'd have taken anything at that point.

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Oh... Did I mention that we were given the wrong tickets? Yes. Apparently, we were given one-way tickets, when clearly we had paid for two-way tickets. So the ticket-checker guy whom we fondly called Robert De Niro (What? He was a deadringer. I kid you not.), placed us in the front part of the train... He was really nice, he let us pay the penalty on a different stop so that we wouldn't have to pay so much.

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It was another 3-hour trainride back to Florence, but thankfully, Aj, the infinite source of cuteness, kept us entertained.

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We were in Florence by around 10. Hella tired and hella hungry. Thankfully a pizzeria place was still open so we took out some pizzas (...by the pound. Interestingly enough.) and walked back to our bed & breakfast.

07 August 2008

Woke up. Showered. Got dressed. Stopped over at an Autogrill thing. And drove back to Fontanafredda.

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I know, I kept complaining about Rome, but hey it wasn't such a bad trip.

It was an experience, I'll tell you that. LOL.

Maybe one of these days, we'll be able to go back and have the perfect Roman Holiday, just like Audrey Hepburn's.

What? A girl can dream right?

No pictures on Day Fifteen. Day Sixteen soon.

Kisses!