MJs, Bs, and others

The MJ launch which we (company S) hosted last night was such a delight. The turn out was quite good - ok mix of fashionistas, press, party people. The show was very well received although short. Two of my favorite bloggers were there, and I had my picture taken with the more famous one, the one named B. You know, I am using all these letters and acronyms so that if anybody googles their actual names, this blog will never show up on the screen and I stay out of blog trouble. Too much blog trouble going on now in Manila. So I refer to brand MJ as MJ. If you google it, you come up with Michael Jordan.
Now this link is not the link of B's blog, but an entry in somebody else's blog about him, which pretty much describes what he's famous for: About B

sige na nga, I'll post na nga his entry about last night: About last night by B

another angle

Home again

My world is slowly getting whole again.
From this....


To this....


Ok, ok, a bit cluttered. But remember the move was from a big house to a small house, and every little piece and borloloy had its own sentimental value I couldn't say goodbye to. So crowd and clutter I must. It's MY house. Minimalism? What's that? Candles, vases, frames, cute ashtrays (though nobody smokes), potpourri holders, resin angels, artificial plants ... each one has its history -- the giver, the occasion, the mood, my life at the time. The piano was from when I was 13. The sofa set and coffee table from mom's condo unit, early eightees. See those pitchers? from when I just gave birth to Luis and I had my own little house in BF homes. Assorted candles, "antique" jars and a chinese lamp (not in photo) from Christmases and friends past. Artificial plants - they're actually wilting from age (we're talking more than a decade here.) It's actually organized clutter, nothing random, everything justified. It feels like home once more.