FASTER PUSSYCAT, KILL KILL!
Chic Happens
An Explosive Celebrity and Fashion Insider Account
by Kitty Go
I know I really shouldn’t feel sorry for Kitty Go. As a wealthy, jet-setting member of Manila’s alta crowd and a relative of the Gokongwei clan of JG Summit at that, pity isn’t something that should really come to mind when thinking about the former editor-in-chief of Preview, the Philippines most brazenly designer brand centered glossy magazine. But ever since her controversial tell-all best-seller, “When the Chic Hits the Fan” – which from hereon shall be referred to as “The Fan”, - was released two years ago to terrible reviews but incredible sales, Manila’s media mafia (the subject of most of the book) won’t invite her to lunch, much less give a fair review of her second book, “Chic Happens” – the follow up to, ahem, the “Fan”. And at the end of the day, I really can’t help but feel bad about that. After all, she was just exposing how shallow, sallow, and hollow Manila’s upper crust and their lapdogs can be and just how shamefully they can conduct themselves. I really see a case of society sponsored censorship here so I shall try to rectify this matter by giving “Chic Happens” a review of my own. Ahem.
Kitty, even though we have never met, what I gathered about you so far is that you don’t wear designer fakes, you aren’t a hypocrite, and you desperately need an editor-in-chief of your own. In a nutshell, your latest book, “Chic Happens” is a semi-salacious collection of “fictionalized” events that have “supposedly” happened within the inner sanctums of Manila’s Most Beautiful and Damned. And although I have to admit the writing is way better than “The Fan” (the characters here are fleshier and the little Shakespearean tool of using a “play within a play” was a nice touch), the whole thing still needed Ritalin and an emergency liposuction to boot. And although some parts may be edgily chucklesome: “Like being the first girl in your class to grow breasts, JRo found herself in the whirlwind of professional jealousy”, some sections suffered from a verbosity rarely seen on the written page. Lines like: “OK, let’s order first because if we have to wait for those lesbians to fit into their Roberto Cavalli Jeans, we’ll have to wait until Hermes opens a shop here in the Philippines.” and “The Niveras also seemed to be having to step-back in their John Lobb shoes because rumors started flying faster than the Concorde ever did and gossip began stinging worse than the Botox shots, which the Niveras topped every month” are run on sentences that are at once outdated, confusing, cloying, and very annoying. And even if I read it voraciously from cover to cover, I can’t help but wonder if I only found it interesting because I already knew the people you were talking about. And if people don’t kinda realize that apparently these purported characters were supposedly Antoine Saint Diyego, Aryel Losada, Emilee and Selene Lopes, Josiefene Knocks, Andrue Gan, Jonattan Matthi, Meelet Manankheil, Sary App, Gretsen Bareto and Teena and Ryko O’campoe, would the book be just as interesting to them? And some parts are a little too harsh I have to say. Ok, perhaps the stories about some of the characters’ penchants for embezzlement and backstabbing might be a cause for alarm, but a lot of people you mention in the book only suffer from the harmless inborn crime of being baduy* at the very most. One could turn the tables and think of it as a case of the kulangot** calling the other one grey here. Because if you are going to start picking the noses of these folks, then I certainly hope your nostrils are clean too.
Maybe I shall meet you one day and find out for myself?
Verdict:
“Chic Happens” is an enigma and a dichotomy: at once badly written, but also impossible to put down.
Php265.00 at any National Bookstore.
*tacky
**booger
108 Comments:
The thing is i know kitty go, haha. She's actually nice. am pretty sure you'd like her, carlos. her husband is alright as well. (he's the guy who wrote and circulated that funny email on pinoy "doorbell" names--eg: dingdong, bingbing, jingjing, etc etc-- a few years ago.)
I do see kitty's point on the superficiality of manila's social set, but in a way her constant dropping of designer names and intense fashion fixation kinda puts her in the same, um, shallow boat.
I also agree with her view that manila society people have an inflated sense of self importance when the reality is that they are indeed merely 'big fish in a very small pond'. But as opposed to what? society people in London or NYC? they are equally as shallow if you ask me, though a bit more worldly and cultured than our homegrown intellectually unsophisticated socialites. So it's really degrees of shallowness we are talking about here...
And you are quite right-- she is sometimes unnecessarily harsh and writes rather badly. Kitty desperately needs a good editor.
I like how you misspelled those characters' names. Google-proofed!
cheers!!
Yeah. I think I would like her definitely. I hope I wasn't too harsh about her book too. I do have a healthy respect for the size of her balls when it comes to telling things the way they are. I'm sure she wouldn't be offended by my review. I did say I couldn't put it down at the end of the day.
Sorry, but how shallow is Manila society?
well maybe you'd be Carla Cedona in the third installment!
carlos, what are you talking about? those are not run-ons, but merely florid sentences, and i'd say the style suits her personality. :)
have you read, by any chance, selene lopes's review or critique (in her philstar column)?
You're right. They arent run ons. They are just sentences that are way too long and should be shortened with a hacksaw. And no, I haven't read Selene's review yet. Would love to. Was it um..positive? She too is a great writer who just needs to expand the range of her topics. And I've met her too. She is extremely charming. Disarmingly charming in fact. Can't say she has done anything wrong to me either. I'm more than happy to let her exist. There are others far more deserving to be socially extinguished in this town.
>She too is a great writer who just needs to expand the range of her topics.
you're so funny and honest carlos. Heheh!!
for your reading pleasure..
High school and high society
FROM COFFEE To cocktails By Celine R. Lopez
The Philippine STAR 12/11/2005
Something curious always happens when I look over my yearly Christmas list. Basically, it’s the same list I’ve had for five years, only altered every year. It’s like a personal almanac of what happened to me that year. I enter the new friends I’ve gained, subtract friends I’ve imploded with, "friends" who are still there much to my chagrin, and the consistent ones that stayed on despite the delilahs and scandales.
I’ve now realized that I do live in a world different from many people. When I meet up with my friends from high school, they all seem so normal as if they belong in One Tree Hill or something even at their most neurotic moments. For a long time, I have deluded myself that I was just an average Jane with manic-depressive friends with aristocratic proclivities. I now realize that my world is whacked. In high school, we had to deal with mean, rich girls, the unrelenting bullies, the classic snitches, the paramount double agents and, of course, my all-time favorite – the cry babies who cried wolf. Yes, the liars, the wolves in sheep’s clothing.
Where I am now, well, not most of the time really, especially these days (fake scions rock), is just like high school. You have the mean married-to-the-rich girls, the aging bullies, the upstart snitches, the Mallorisque double agents who just want to get their overly made-up faces in every butt-end of every magazine and, yes, the ever dependable liars. I kinda find myself sometimes in this circuit where everyone is rich or wants to be rich. They want to be invited to every f***ing party or every f***ing family dinner within the perimeter of the holy triumvirate of North and South Forbes and Dasmariñas. And some make a stink if they’re not invited. This is a total turnoff, and believe me, I have a pretty high tolerance for loony behavior.
The rich ones are cool because they don’t care, because, hey, they don’t have to. The only people they have to fight with are their siblings, ha ha ha. However, the ones on the slide, oh dear, are the most entertaining and scary. I don’t even know how I got here. I’m really barok and I love dive bars. I hate formal dinners and I don’t speak Spanish, even the cuss words. The only thing I like about this world is the air-kissing; that’s kind of cool. Don’t get me wrong. There are a lot of cool people in this microcosm; a lot of them are really just misunderstood. I’m talking about the demented ones, the Norma Desmonds, the Baby Janes.
It’s the kind of world where people play games with one another, all for the sake of peace. Instead of a poker face, they have the eerie socialite grin – it’s the kind of smile that seems square and the eyes are glazed with some sort of anger sauce. I can spot it a mile a way. Although I have not mastered the grin myself, I always seem out of breath (which I am) when I’m thrust into this situation – I say "Hello" like I was exhausted with joy to see them. I’m not pretending; it’s just a convenient reaction I have with fake people that seems to work quite well.
What kind of peace is this, you may ask, that people subject themselves to this sort of farce, a sort of peace where they hope things go away. This is, after all, a world where friends can be as disposable as a tampon. But enemies, they’re just so messy. You know, the miting de avance, exhausting alcohol-fueled backstabbing cocktail parties and square grins. It’s just too much to deal with. I was much prouder of myself when I was younger. Sure, I had fewer friends, but I would kick nuts when I needed to. We were also all much younger, too, with undiagnosed ADHD, so we forgot about these altercations pretty quickly. These days, I find myself with traces of this social virus. You see, I’m at that odd age where I’m no longer young enough to be saved from the insecurity-coated slander of people I don’t even know, or worse my very own friends. I’m not old enough to be above it all: to have children to torture and husbands to manipulate, too busy to bother with the rest of the population in need of some Paxil on an IV (a social anxiety doll for those not in the know). I never understood why people always told me I should not fight back. I more so never understood why I always listened. Yes, you can’t fight all your battles. However, is it also right to take it sitting down especially when your family is also being punk’d?
When it comes to my family and dear friends, I can’t help but be defensive and violent. Maybe, it’s the last good thing I have in me. Are these things you deal with by knitting? You see, my parents are politicians: meaning they never really fight anyone in an in-your-face way; well, maybe except for the time my mom lost it and threw a chair at some yuck mayor who was really corrupt and deserved it at that time. He has reformed since, I hope. Anyway, as I said, they are the paragon of diplomacy, while I’m the paragon of ghetto. For appearances’ sake, I try to restrain my rabid tendencies. When people say awful things about my fabulous family, people try to console me by saying they’re just jealous. Jealous of what? We’re so greatly dysfunctional that it makes the cast of Arrested Development seem wholesome. But I love them, and when a nobody starts throwing things at my fabulous folks, I can’t help but get angry. I’m the only one allowed to diss my family. It’s a rule of nature. It’s also a rule that I defend them from nobodies who make judgments about them through hearsay.
Let me repeat: nobodies. Nobodies. Nobodies. Nobodies. Nobodies. Nobodies. Nobodies. Nobodies. Nobodies. Nobodies. Nobodies. That was very cleansing and petty. I truly enjoyed that. Anyway, these nobodies act like they’re better than everyone else. If they truly are better than me, then they should feed the children in Third World countries or help U2 in wiping out Third World debt, not do a useless and, I must say libelous tell-all (with facts that are as garbled as a press release for freak Tom Cruise) about Third World socialites. Channeling Stephen Glass! These third-rate wannabe novelists need gossipy books to validate their inane lives. They are sooo not Truman Capote; Truman Camote maybe. Why should they have all the fun? I wanna be cheap and childish, too, because my fanny wants to. Are they not so ashamed that they are obsessing about people who don’t even know them? Although I must say, they do write fast. The funny thing is they actually feel cavalier, like they wrote the next great Filipino novel or something. Like I said, demented. Baby Jane.
Things become much more complicated when friends backstab you though. Sometimes, even no matter how wise and strong you are, you succumb to the fantasy that it never happened. You convince yourself that it was the booze, hallucinogenic drugs, the Big Brother thought police that made them do it. But, of course, it comes to the point when you just have to put your foot down. Turning a blind eye to a friend’s misdemeanor or felony is a hatch with no escape… except, of course, war, but the fashionable kind. I hate catfights. With friends, I’ll just ignore them until they disappear. And more often than not, they do. If they’re really delilah and totally out of the corner, I just send them a super mean text like right through the heart. A breach of loyalty warrants that. Then I erase them from my super fabulous Motorola Hot Pink Razr phone (yes, I have one of the two only existing ones in this backstabbing country, and so will you soon!), which only allows fabulous people in the phone book.
I guess being a bitch sometimes is a way of showing self-respect. Taking it like a futile martyr is just plain old. Yes, you don’t have to diss every delilah that comes your way. However, there comes a point when silence becomes cancerous to your being, eating you up until one day you find yourself becoming like them – bitter, sad, pathetic. Very Baby Jane. Again, she is this world’s patron saint.
Sometimes, you try as much to comfort yourself that you’re better than them, that you’re above it all. I know a lot of people like me, a nut. Unfortunately I’m over the growing pains period where I have to please everyone and feel accepted to, as what many self-help gurus say, "feel whole." I accept who I’ve become and don’t feel the need to explain myself to others. I love my real friends and family and, above all, my over-indulged dogs. This is the time one should feel the real kind of peace. But sometimes there’s nothing like saying "Screw you" to the most useless of your enemies. It’s childish, cheap and niggling. But hey, it feels a lot like Christmas! As I always say to all you bitches: fight!
Shall we make Team CELINE and Team KITTY now?
Hwe Hwe Hwe. Team Kitty and Celine. Thats hilarious. So is Truman Camote. Precious.
Thanx, Antigone! You're so fab!! I heart ya! Mwah mwah mwah.
Nobody,
Kitty G.
i'm for team kitty. team celine are for folks who like the olsen twins, nicole richie and wishes they could be paris' friend.
Ok. We got one vote for Team Kitty. Any others willing to take the stand? Ill remain nice and neutral here for now.
you can't be neutral. you have to take sides. celine is kinda cute though :p it's just so amazing how status-conscious all these people are. i think status-consciousness is a given in a given society. i think it's unavoidable. anyway... i wouldn't have minded much really if these people are intellectually high-class too
Hey, I like the olsen twins and nicole ritchie, i draw the line though when it comes to paris. BUT i'm not all-out team Celine. Celine is a hypocrite for writing her lash-out column. All the stories about her and her family are true.
carlos, you really have to take sides. this is a matter of great import. a life and death thing.
(haha, ang kulit.)
i vote for team kitty!!! she's the local anna wintour!
i would totally buy and wear a team KITTY shirt!
boo to team celine!
team kitty!!!
when celine was starting out in her trash column,she always make a point to imply she doesnt have much money- only style! what a crock of sh*t this piece of transvestite wannabe is! she and her usual-suspect friends who ruin my morning newspaper reading with their pa-cute smiles in their oh-so-exlusive parties! makes me wanna join the npa's and call for a classless society these people!
Team Kitty! Definitely!
go and lopez should take your tours, carlos. north bank and binondo.
Hmmm. Really? I have to take sides? I can't. It's not fair. I have to meet Kitty first.
Carlos, you know both are "uptown" sort of girls and you and I are "downtown" sort of people.
But Kitty seems like she can also be "downtown", she makes references to Orocan Plastic na Walastik.
Celine makes references to KFC, but I get the feeling it's another attempt to seem "reachable" which she is not.
I've read a column of hers saying she would rather hang out in friends' homes to avoid the annoyances of "second- or third-degree acquaintance".
That tells me you and I or some people who feel a "connection" with her could be viewed as an annoyance.
I've met both of them. I know most people are genuinely suprised that C Lo can be nice on the surface so they decide that they like/love her, but Kitty just seems more real and bearable. And she can write about topics other than herself.
I may be wrong, but this is just my opinion(please keep me anonymous!!!)
Of course Ill keep you anonymous dear. Ya. Kitty said she likes eating in Red Crab (one of my favorite) restaurants. Not an uptown eatery at all. And I'm sure Kitty can buy Celine out ten times over but nevertheless, I'm neutral. So far its Kitty five. Celine zero. C'mon guys. Pick up the slack for the It girl.
Sasu, more than google proofed. I hope its lawsuit proof too. But it's not like I'm the first to reveal their identities anyway.
Can you be sued for libel when you reveal their skeletons on your blog?
Celine has her own blog which she hasn't posted since august the 28th yet she manages to post her calloused feet, albeit, shod in guccis, no less.
Celine's columns occasionally reveal her underlying anomie and fatuousness. I have the impression she'll look really worn out by the time she's 35. Remember that episode of Sex and the City, where Carrie appears on the cover of New York Magazine, looking very haggard? Celine is the Paris Hilton of Manila.
So can we call her the Manila Hilton?
I've been following these comments for days now. I feel I need to contribute, as I had very strong repulsive feelings towards Kitty Go at one point in my life. My sisters and I have been annoyed with Kitty since we were about 15 years old. That was when Preview was so new. We thought she was just super trying hard; that she couldn't write to save her life; and that she was just a hopeless brand addict, name dropper. Thirteen years after that, post-Carie Bradshaw, and with the pages of Inq7.net Yap-ified, and Philstar.com Celine-ified, all I can say is that both of them are mere products of their backgrounds, and as long as we're all talking about them, they're doing their jobs pretty well. I am also taking this as my chance to rant about us as consumers of this type of writing. As long as we're reading them, these people will stay to feed us their crap. I think we should all grow up, and move past the who wore what thing, etc., etc. To this point, I'd give Celine a break. She'll grow up, and hopefully, she'll find out that there's more to life than what her little world is offering up, and that she's bothering to make a big stink of. As for Kitty, part of me thinks that she's enjoying stuffing our faces with huge dozes of our own society's sick cravings for chismis, and all of that. At the end of the day, it doesn't matter what we read: Allan Diones at Abante-Tonite, Celine or Kitty, we're just all made of the same stuff, and we're indulginv ourselves way too much!
okay....first...Celine Lopez is no carrie bradshaw or even paris hilton...
she is just not chic enough (like carrie) nor rich enough (like paris hilton)...God....she's not even that pretty
Have any of you ever read one of her stupid columns? Shit man, they suck! Her columns have no point! She throws in a complicated word or two and calls it literature!
She calls herself a writer...screw her! She's giving true writers a bad name.....She's more like a wannabe bitch who tries sooo hard
As for Kitty Go...its about time that someone wrote about these so called socitey people. Its about time to expose the scum of manila as posers...please...from what i hear....most of these people are not even rich enough to be part of the alta crowd...they just get in because of their jobs (like anton san diego or jenni epperson)...oh well sooner or later the truly rich people will grow tired of them and spit them out the wads of phlegm that they are!
Go Kitty Go!
Para kayung "mean girls"! Maghunos dili kayo! Pero, seriously, folks, this started out as a funny, playful, if rather bitchy discussion, but it's now borderline libelous. And the free-speech protection of blogs is still a gray area.
Naku, Carlos, you might end up like Judith Miller of the NY Times, imprisoned for refusing to reveal her source.
Oh my? You think? Little ol' neutral me? Frankly, I think Celine and Kitty are both mature enough to realize that the position they put themselves in would someday result in a discussion like this. Why else would they choose their careers? Good writers expect to roll with the punches and take the good as well as the bad. And in this era of celebrity for celebrity's sake, any publicity is good publicity.
But so far it's Kitty seven. Celine one.
C'mon Team Celine! Hurry up!
And as for Jenni Epperson, I have to defend that it's a long way from behind the counter at Linea Italia to where she is today. I wouldn't pick on her.
I think Celine is beautiful! OK, there may be nothing between her ears, but that's another matter. You know how she can improve her score on this blog? She should release her own sex tape, a la Paris Hilton.
Incidentally, BF pala ni Celine yung anak ni Mark Jimenez? Eeewww
I normally don't communicate in blogs (unless looking for info) but I think this 'blog' conversation is the most interesting I have read on my books.
Can u guys stop arguing and start telling people to buy my book so they can have "the last laugh before (Julian) or (Chinese) New Year?"
Thank you for the unbiased review, Carlos! I really appreciate it--truly!
Also, I can take all the comments on my terrible prose because, well, I write for the FT Weekend (I'm proud to say, minimal edit, pa, okay?)in real life, so that tells you about my writing ability. Sa totoo lang, if I didn't write for foreign publications, I would die if people said I didn't write well. I have to admit I am one of those who need "western acceptance." Ha haha--maybe that's why I married an Englishman!!
Kayo naman, I wrote the book in two weeks--long story as to why I took 2 weeks to write the books...That's for book 3!!!! hahaha!!
Hey--I have nothing talaga against CL--it's just that she cannot write!!! (Also, see police reports on her mother)tsk tsk...mean to the small people...
PLus, that Inq is not reviewing my book---sus--to think I printed pa with them (lexmedia). In other words, I am their client!! Would you do that to your client? Do books cost more to print than Sto Nino calendars? (Just wondering...)
Kitty rocks!!!
I sooo agree! Celine Lopez can't write a decent newspaper article to save her life!
My essays way back in high school kick more ass than any of her stupid columns do!
She's probably a nice person and all (but i personally don't think so)...people in my school (those who run in society circles) say that CL is a stuck up FUGLY BEATCH who tries to be all charming but looks soooo fake
She really tries too hard to become carrie bradshaw, paris hilton, etc....
If CL should read this, here's something for your column: Get a real job, you fugly beatch! If you insist on writing, go back to college and re-learn english and writing altogether...oh, an stop making up stupid catch phrases like "nakaka-delilah" or "fight!" because its realy not clicking...its not even witty! Stop it!....Stop torturing the public with your so called literature because all you can ever do is schmooze at dead-end society parties!
so there!
whew! nice to get that off my chest!
Oh my goodness. Saucer of milk? Table for two? Poor celine took one on the chin in this last comment.
Sige nga, I'll vote for her just because I want to level the field. Kitty eight. Celine three.
And Hello Kitty! (always wanted to say that). Thanks for dropping in! I hope youre the real kitty though. Baka someone might be "impostoring" you. It's happened before. :o)
Sobra naman yung isang anonymous. Celine may be a beatch (I don't know for sure, but I tend to agree with that opinion), but she's not fugly! Out of sympathy, baka mapaboto ako sa kanya! On the other hand, I once communicated with Kitty Go via email and she responded graciously and informatively to my comment/query: mukhang matalino at mabait. So I'm torn.
hi carlos,
the last kitty comment was really kitty and the first one was not.
Frankly, the one that does my head in is jenni epperson, who i find shockingly baduy. she can't speak proper english and her fashion sense is unremarkable. anyone who pronounces plaid as 'played' should not be on a tv show.
oh my god! i know! that jenni epperson is one character...i hear she's soo 'feeling' na now...like, she won't pose with people for society pics if their clothes aren't nice...as if!
yeah...its true that she has come a long way from a salesgirl for linea...but man! her nose is soo far up in the air that you'd think that she was the freakin queen of france or something!
And i agree with gonzo...the show "good finds" has a really good concept and is quite well-made. sadly, jenni e. brings it down a peg with her lackluster english skills...her english nga sounds so...forced...
oh well maybe jenni and CL can both go back to college and re-learn speech and writing respectively :) joke!
can anyone tell me jenni epperson's maiden name? just curious...she always uses kasi "epperson"...its like she wants to hide her past or something...
hmmm....does anyone know?
anyone?
Now now. I did not mean "a long way from Linea Italia" in a derogatory way at all. I do have respect for anyone who works to get where they are in life. Period. I'm sure they might be far better show hosts and stylists out there but where are they? Can one be blamed for clawing their way into the radar when really, there isn't much competition to begin with? Really, there are far more useless people in Philippine society than she. Just open the Tatler and put your finger anywhere. Most of them have no redeeming value except for the cash they inherited or the names that they can drop (their own included). Jenni can be a little vertigous to watch and her fashion choices might be a little too brave for her own good sometimes but that aint a crime innit? I think spending the money you earned through the destruction of natural and built heritage and the exploitation of sugar workers/tobacco workers/sweatshop slaves/poverty/desperation of an unwitting people is a far bigger crime than wearing a silly bag dress.
And OMG. The first Kitty was fake? Wild. I kinda figured the real kitty would never use the words: "Mwah mwah".
Well, carlos, we weren't actually discussing serious issues such as worker exploitation in the third world. This is just a superficial topic, light blog chatter.
If anyone is to blame for jenni epperson, it's the producers of the show. They actually chose her.
I don't know her maiden name but i do know jenni's husband Tom, who is a quiet unassuming guy with an interest in blues harmonica and photography, among other things. how those two got together is beyond me..
And another thing, although i know kitty so naturally i sympathize with her, i have also read a couple of celine's little articles and they weren't bad. Her syntax/grammar ok. Better than a solid 90% of journalists in today's print media, who speak english as a second language and are therefore prone to mistakes such as using "could" when "can" is more appropriate, and using "would" when they really mean "will". (Imagine if one of our local guys came up with the Nike slogan; it would read: "You Could Do It!" ...Very annoying.)
i am for team kitty! i have met both of them and i find kitty's honesty though harsh better.
you guys might want to visit this thread...interesting!
http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/showthread.php?p=12321033#post12321033
People, people. Despite your drama, you poorly disguised rants cannot hide your fascination with the sosyal crowd. Typical Pinoys.
I wouldn't think the fascination with sosyal crowds is entirely a Pinoy thing. Really, the Italians, French, and the Americans are much more inclined than us by far.
Jenni epperson's maiden name is Jacobe, though I've heard she doesn't want it known.
Jenni Jacobe-Epperson. Doesn't sound bad at all.
Just curious? Why is it that people who have "levelled-up", so to speak, make the effort to forget / deny their humble beginnings ?
Case in point, as mentioned Jenni Ep ???
Btw, I vote for Team Kitty.
Team Kitty.
Maybe we'll have tees emblazoned with such statements circulating soon.
Yup! The phrase "hello kitty" will have a different connotation...especially in the sosyal circle.
I for one have no problem with people "moving up" or levelling up...so as long as they don't forget their roots and still act as decent human beings. The problem is some people become too matapobre once they reach a certain status (Ex: Tina and Ricco O: the perfect paradigm for middle class upgrades...apparently, Tina O. just cringes in disgust when reminded of her middle class roots..i mean, what's wrong with being middle class anyway?!)
Well, its nice to diss tina, celine, or even jenni once in a while...let's just not take ourselves too seriously
its just fun to see that the so-called upper crust have issues as well
BTW, another person i'd really like to diss is TINA TINIO...yeah...she's rich and all...but i hear that she's a total Beacth in L'oreal...she handles shu & kiehl's and a friend of mine told me that tina t. is a screaming brat at the office...
can anyone deny or confirm this??
go kitty go!
I thought Celine has a ghost writer for her column. Well if so, they hired an awful one.
I vote for Kitty
There's a shop on Shaw Blvd. that makes those Team Jolie/Team Aniston, Team Kitty/Team Celine to order.
They even have Team Yap. =)
Tel. 717-0884.
No kidding? They do? Was this before or after the anonymous post earlier? Cool.
Before. there were two orders for Team Kitty.
:)
i bet you this chic series will be like the harry potter of philippine society someday. well at least someone`s guarding the gates...now there is check and balance...not like before...sige na lang sila ng sige......the party animals will think twice now because there is an intelligent lifeform named KITTY GO who has got the IQ of brainiac (superman`s archenemy) watching them...Mwahha ha some of them think they are so high up there just because they are an ambassador for example...jesus as if some of us would really care....
Speaking of ambassadors, who are these people who are honorary consults for such godforsaken countries as Cote D'Ivoire or Gambia? I guess they got (read: paid for) those designations only so they could crash the diplomatic parties and import cars duty-free. What a racket!
a dime a dozen dahling are these titles (consul, ambassador, or prime minister (of Makati?) ha ha.......why if i married bill gates i would declare myself the ambassadora of nepal....or maybe tunisia (say mo para mas CHIC).....and i would party party all night.....hmmm or id buy myself a country....like the republic of antartica so i can meet george bush...ha ha ha...
eh, I don't like Tina Tinio din. Mostly because I always see her pictures in my newspapers and frankly half the time her clothes don't fit. Look, when I see "The Beautiful People" in my society pages I'd want them to be really "beautiful" ano?
Correct. But in fairness to her, she works hard for the money at Shu Uemura and she is a very sweet person.
She is only very fat. Yun lang. And once again. Fat is not a crime.
Hi Everyone! Fat is really not a crime. I have many larger than size 6 friends who dress according to their size and they look great! I agree with anonymous that I would like to see good looking people in media. Look at the Dove ad with those people of oil tanker proportions (with cellulite and bilbil pa!) or the Nike ads with 'regular' (read: size 12 US and above)people. Why would I want to look like THEM--why should I buy a product that will make me end up looking worse than I do now? (Thank God I am not a publisher anymore or else I'm gonna have to suck up to those people who place the fat ads)
Last week, here in Taiwan, one of the designer shop girls told me I had to wear a girdle because 'you are big like a western girl' (I am a size 6 US but in greater China, there is nothing over a 2 and when they hear my shoe size (9) they say, 'we don't have men's')---If I'm fat they should see the rest of the world who will need elastic wrap from neck down. Also, those ambassadors of godforsaken countries are usually matronas who meet equally washed out diplomats somewhere in their travels who happen to work in their countries' foreign service offices and THAT's how they end up representing countries where there is either civil war or no running water. And of course they import all kinds of stuff--do they get diplomatic plates para walang color coding? That's not a bad deal considering all you do is entertain some govt official from Transylvania every few years. Baboosh! Happy New Year to all!
(And praise Allah, the INQ finally did a box for my two books, I heard---it wasn't on the net)
Celine Lopez reminds me of the monstrous serial killer, Patrick Bateman, in Jay McInerney's American Psycho. They both compulsively recite brand names, are both obsessed with shallow materialism, and both lack any substance inside themselves.
Agree din ako dun sa isang anonymous...hmm dapat nga pag sinabing maganda dapat MAGANDA!
there's nothing wrong with being "big" (well being obese is hazardous)...pero parang "feeling" lang ang tingin ko kay tina tinio....im sure nagtatrabaho siya nang mabuti..pero someone should tell her to dress appropriately for her size...tuwing nakikita ko siya sa mags o newspapapers, parang hindi na talaga siya makahinga! para bang ang higpit palagi ng mga suot niya.
oh well, tina, sana naman mabasa mo ito....constructive criticism lang po
i've read the book, but i can only guess the following characters: alicia santos-daniels (antoine saint diego), ned and nicky (teena and ryko), christine lorenzo de vergel (selene lopes) and brenda garchitorena (gretsen bareto). is there a cheat sheet for all the characters?
celine`s back from seacliff! i saw her last night at the fort
i like the whole "celine's back from seacliff! i saw her last night at the fort" message from mr/ms anonymous :p we're like waiting for king kong to wake up or something.
should we send this link(and the pinoyexchange thread about chic happens, which i find frekain' hilarious) to both ms. relucio-lopez and ms. tinio?
lol@kingkong :)
there IS a cheatsheet here but it's not 100% accurate.
these people follow this thread closely.
I chanced upon your blog when I Googled Kitty's book. Kitty was a group publisher while I was an associate publisher at Summit, and we became friends after we both left the company. I don't know Miss Lopez personally, but I appreciate Kitty's brutal honesty, and the fact that she is ALWAYS nice to the little people. She is real, and even without the couture and bicontinental lifestyle, she would still be herself. I don't know if all the other cupidstunts can say that.
speaking from experience, rich kids who are nice to small people are kids whose parents taught them WELL.
most people who went up the hard way are nice to small people because they can identify with them. they know what it feels like, lived with them, breathed their air YET rose above them.
example: Kuya Germs is nice because he was once a janitor.....o see?
Tycoon X became a tycoon because he went through it all (and rose above it.) but his kids.....their attitude towards the little people would depend on the values inculcated by their mothers on them.
That's why Kuya Germs is nice! Hmm yep I like him too just like Kitty.
I met Kuya Germs only once, when I interviewed Erap in jail at Veterans for the FT. Who was there before me? FPJ. Who came after? Kuya Germs. Introductions don't get better than that. Hahaha!! Tito, Vic and Joey were nice when I worked for them. Smart, too! Ate Vi was great!! OOOHH--I feel bad that I totally forgot to dedicate Chic Happens 'to the little people.' (Baka book 3 nalang--there will be one but not this year because I'll be busy moving to HK and beyond. This gives ASD, the Niveras and others who cannot fill out a raffle ticket a head start---kawawa naman!)Well I was treated like dirt because I didn't have a famous last name that made everyone around me automatically nice. I know from experience how humiliating it is to be treated badly and to have to grovel. Sorry nalang to those celebrities and socialites who offended the wrong people (me and my moles) with enough money to independently publish two books. Or those nakakainis, sipsip, spineless office chu-chus and professional bullies (mostly editors!)...You'll never know if that girl who looks like a tindera from Binondo will screw you one day!!! With both titles, I hope to give 'the small people' the last word because there is no one who will speak for them. Well, hopefully there will be more. What fun will that be---a life where you can trust no one!
to the poster above,
i do really hope you are the real kitty. and i hope there's a 3rd book coming. and i hope one day, when you have earned enough and we pinoys are developed enough to go beyond leather bomber jacket wearing, spare tire waisted, charles bronson influenced action stars and their movies, you get to produce it ala 'devil wears prada.'
team kitty pa rin
A friend of a friend who is the enemy of another friend heard that Ylena Sandico went to Chief State Prosecutor Jovencito Zuno to help "drop" her criminal case -- the illegal way. As to how much the desperate lesbian will corrupt the DOJ (so that her photos can start appearing in society pages again) remains a mystery. That's the thing in the Phils, as long as the criminal has money (not even her's but belongs to the stockholders), then you can commit crimes of fashion like eat-all-you-can...Go Team Kitty!
Oh my. This post has got legs. Really? You think Saree has enough savvy and connections in government to do such a thing? More so now that she is openly munching rug and fallen out of favor with the opus dei? And how much money does Mega have anyway? Compared to the dambuhala that is Summit, MMPI is chickenini. How much can she possibly bleed out of it? A free cruise? Some botox? Not much I'm sure. I'd leave Saree and Lorrayne alone. It's hard enough being a lesbian in this closed minded religious town. They should be supported.
lol @ munching rug. pearl divers!
Hay naku! I dunno about these Ocampos. Being ashamed of their humble beginnings says a lot about them. Besides, they came from middle class families. What's so bad about that? All these tycoons, taipans,and megabusinessmen who really make it big came from much humbler beginnings (dirt poor!). If they start READING siguro they will discover this for themselves!As if wearing Yohji or Hermes will make things magically different. Labo!
Yikes! I had no idea that Saree and Lorrayne have relocated to the island of Lesbos. And what is this illegal criminal case that Saree has? Someone mentioned it here.
I just found out that Selene is now seeing Marcel Crespo!?!?! What the hell is that woman thinking? Blecch! If she only knew what she's getting into. Are there no decent men left in the metropolis? But then again that can only mean that her ex is now available (i hope).
A word of advice to Selene: I hope the blood in your famille is strong because if you marry that kuhol, there's going to be some ugly looking babies.
"little people" -- how condescending
I'm sure someone someday will send the link to her. I really do like her. She is always very nice to me and her boyfriend is doing lots of things to help out of school youths learn entepreneurial (sp?) skills.
But I do have to add though that when I saw the photos of her Eliza Doolittle theme party in the latest issue of Metro Society, I was put off. It was rather inappropriate to publicize such a thing while 40% of our society can't even afford a square meal, much less English tea. The photos should really have been kept to themselves.
isn't marcel crespo G-A-Y?!?!??!
And how do you know that Marcel is gay?
Can't imagine any guy falling for Marcel unless hanggang bakal boys lang si Crespo.
Trivia: What would be a great title for the ultimate closet lesbian movie starring ex-Opus Dei Sister Sarree Yuck and Lord of the Rings Fullmonty?
Answer: "Backstab Mountain"
Rated SC for Social Climbers only
Latest news from my celebrity hairdresser...Emily Lopez plans to sue Kitty Go for the damaging book that apparently ruined her family's flawless rep...According to the social grapevine (the prominent owner of the salon talking about it), Emily complained in Congress...Ano yon?! Will keep you guys posted when I visit that salon for a "spy-do"
Haynako. These congresspeople talaga. Nothing to do. But filing a case would only prove that where there is smoke...
My cousin who works in Mega says Sari Yap and Lorraine Belmonte are indeed a couple who until the present refuses to acknowledge their love for each other because God won't permit (to prove that Brokeback did not win the Academy!). The rumor goes on that to save her express ticket to Heaven, Sari sues a former friend in order to make the poor girl look bad and a liar (so people won't believe the lesbian thang). Well, as Rustom says, God knows who you really are so come out, come out wherever you are! And as for support, forget it! These people are the worst in the industry not because of their sexual orientation, but because of the way they treat their employees (my cousin is a witness to this). Apparently if you don't wear branded, they look down on you like someone with bird flu! How's that for supporting pro-branded gays?
WHAT? Is selene's mom serious?!?!?! The book is marked fiction! Hello!
Sus! That Saree and Loryane. Better pala to be matapobre than to admit to their sexuality. Wow! So much for Christian acceptance and love for others!
Re Jenni Epperson, I caught her interview on Straight Talk with Cito Beltran last year and she did not deny her "humble beginnings" as someone earlier pointed out. In fact she talked about her starting days in Linea Italia, her childhood in Laguna where she came from, her highschool days in St. Scholastica, etc. In no way did she hide her background or attempt to create a false background of herself.
i was in this sosi nail spa a year ago in makati and i heard tina tinio talking sa phone minumura nya maid nya.apparently di ma-gets ng kawawang maid yung instruction nya.me kukunin ata na dvd si celine sa house nila and on the way na and di maintindihan ng maid nya .as in dinig ko nagmumura nang pu--ng----o sa phone.late noon na yon.3 lang ata kme sa place excluding the staff.shock ako.e mukhang busabos ako kse i was wearing a t-shirt n faded na jeans...kala cguro antay ko amo ko.grabe.she was soooo bad then.
oh my! Being mean to the help is never forgivable. Nevertheless, my first hand experience with tina has always been affable and sincere. One could wish that I had a mean thing to say about her but I can't. She has been nothing but sweet and kind to me though...
I also wouldn't want to have a picture taken with the Ocampo couple as I may be taagged a social climber like them.
Go team kitty!
Don't know how they were able to make the metropolis believe their make believe lfestyle. Was Manila Society too gullible for their press releases?
I never bought anything from any of their stores because I was afraid I might end up buying the merchandise they got from one of their "buying trips" abroad from Payless Shoe Source, sunglasses from the street hawkers in NY, or branded clothes from the Salvation Army. I don't even want to buy their designer jeans as they might turn out to be fakes just like their LV luggages and Hermes Birkin. I will rather buy from legitimate and reputable retailers.
Kitty writes badly, even on her good days. Celine has her literary moments. The contributions of both to Philippine society--and I mean, the entire country, not the bunch of selfish, greedy rich people--remain negligible, especially when viewed in proportion to their wealth.
I've read Kitty Go's two books and I enjoyed reading them. Congratulations to Kitty.
Paula
Can't wait for the movie.
Hello. Call me "Zippo".
For the weekend after my 40th birthday, I decided to treat myself to finally read Kitty Go’s “WHEN CHIC HITS THE FAN.” I used the word “TREAT” because the work I read before this was Samuel Huntington’s tome “Clash of Civilization and the Remaking of the New World Order” which, took me a grueling whole month to digest.
I also use the word “TREAT” because the book was so deliciously wicked and juicy! When I finished the book, I literally made a sign of the cross and thanked the Lord for yanking me out of the world inhabited by the likes of Alicia Santos-Daniels, Tommy Hu, and Raissa Molina.
I was born to a pretty well-off family. Home was that subdivision called Forbes Park and was on the same street as “Silverio Han’s” parents’ house.
Dad, may he rest in peace, was a great businessman whose only “vice” was fine art. I grew up with the works of Amorsolo, Luna, Hidalgo, Ocampo, Malantic, Simon Flores, and the Old Bohol Masters hung around our home.
Mom was a woman of leisure who threw great parties and got invited to fabulous ones. Thanks to her mother and the fact that she was an only child, my mom had an extraordinary jewelry collection which she would use quite often (think: canary yellow diamond studs while playing mahjong – which was quite often).
Mom and dad’s parties were dutifully covered by “Tommy Hu” (he was still writing for the Times Journal [pre-EDSA 1 days]). I could still remember “Corina Caballero” attending one of the parties (nobody really paid much attention to her at that time). “Mrs. Ponce” was a constant staple at these parties (although she was not yet a newspaper publisher at that time). So was “Zenaida Zulueta’s” step-mother-in-law and “Emilio Lorenzo de Vergel’s” legitimate wife, the gracious “Maria Luisa Concio.”
Needless to say, my surroundings affected me. I went to the most exclusive of boy’s school in the Philippines of which my dad was an alumnus and of which my parents were benefactors. Even with other rich kids around me (some are now Congressmen, Governors, even Senators), I pretty much had just “a little more than the others.” “Mandy Jacob” from the book (c’mon, we all know who HE really is) was a schoolmate. So was “Raissa Molina’s” husband.
I had my first proper bespoke suit at 12 (London, not Hong Kong). I was wearing a gold Cartier Tank Watch at 13 when my classmates were wearing Citizens, Seikos, and Casios. I pretty much “ruled” high school.
Upon graduating from high school, dad gifted me with a solid gold Patek Philippe (which was originally HIS father’s), an Amorsolo canvas, and an imported European sports coupe with red paint, red, leather interior, red carpeting – hell everything was red including the f***ing steering wheel.
The family vacationed in either Hawaii (where my lola had a hilltop house overlooking the Pearl Harbor), San Francisco (where the folks had a Victorian Townhouse), New York (usually at the Carlyle or the Pierre – had to be Upper EAST Side baby), London (where the folks “invested” in a townhouse off Kensington Garden), or Paris (where we’d usually stay with this family who owned the most prestigious Cognac company in France – friends of my folks).
I hung out with the “right” crowd (with the “right” family names). I remember meeting “Alicia Santos-Daniels” in college (up HE and I went to the same University). He was this ever-smiling guy who was soft spoken (and was, at that time, a “newly converted” Born-Again Christian). Our group would, at times, invite him to lunch with us or play backgammon during class breaks because we kinda took pity at him because he was hanging out with no one.
My barkada went out with the right girls, also with the right “pedigree” (NOT Alicia, of course, as we suspected that he was sort of, uhmmm, swinging another way but we never took it against him). The right girls meant girls like “Raissa Molina” (no, I never dated her) and other debutante types. In fact, for 2 consecutive years, I had girlfriends who were named by Tommy Hu as the “Debutante of the Year” in his annual year-end “Who’s In and Who’s Out List”. I also dated some models but, thankfully, never “the willowy Nicky Nivera” (whom we all know is really a WOMAN).
I took up law where I met my wife (another spoiled brat like me). We were the “IT” couple who eventually had to get married because I knocked her up and her dad, who was, at that time, running for re-election, was about to make good on his threat to kill me.
Marriage was a grand event courtesy of my mom who asked the well-known cousin of “Ned Nivera” to assist her in the wedding preparations. Covered by the “society” columns of ALL newspapers and by, at that time, the ONLY glossy magazine in the Philippines.
Lawyering was great. Great because of my parent’s connections. I was made partner at 31 of the most prestigious law firm in the country. I sat on the boards of various corporations together with such personalities as: “Silverio Hans” and his father Henry; “Pedring and Gloria Quesada” (sabi na nga ba he was gay, I always suspected); “Christina Lorenzo de Vergel’s” now late uncle Eugenio; “Zenaida Zulueta’s” now late father-in-law (although because of a sorry accident in Spain never really attended board meetings that much); “Alexis Carbonel’s” estranged uncle “Eduardo”; and “Felicia Muñoz’s” uncle Jorge.
I was a “Boy Wonder”. I was so good at what I did that because of a written legal opinion that saved him billions, Kitty Go’s mythically miserly taipan uncle actually ordered and PAID for a bottle of Dom Perignon 1976 and actually SHARED the bottle with me (the last lawyer who saved him billions before I did, he made into his son-in-law!).
Lawyering was great also because of what it gave me materially. A house in Wack-Wack, a Piaget platinum watch, a limited edition Panerai, a Mercedes 280 SEL, golf memberships, etc.
I ate at the best of restaurants. Played golf. Skied. Fooled around. I wore bespoke suits made with material from Loro Piana and Zegna. I only wore custom-made Ascot Chang shirts with my monogram. I amassed a collection of over 1,000 neckties.
It was great until I lost it all during the Asian economic crisis. One wrong stupid investment and I was wiped out. I couldn’t run to my parents as dad just died and, besides, I was too proud to ask for help.
I had to sell EVERYTHING. Goodbye house. Goodbye cars. Goodbye club memberships. Goodbye watches. To top it all, the wife ran off with the son of one of the country’s leading industrialists taking my one and only own son with them.
I resigned from the firm and from all those boards which, just a few years back, considered me as their “legal eagle boy wonder’. Unlike Kitty, I couldn’t afford to go to the French Alps. I was penniless. I had nothing except a few hundred thousand pesos, a 2nd hand car, and a Seiko Kinetic watch. I did keep my dad’s gold Patek Philippe which I turned over to my mom for safekeeping (I was actually afraid that I might be tempted to sell or pawn it). I want to leave this to my son.
One day, as I was lying down in bed back in my mom’s house in Forbes, I decided to end everything. No, not my life. I decided to end my dependence in things material.
I took my measly belongings, boarded a plane for a southern province, and decided to start over.
I decided to immerse myself in criminal law to help the under-priveleged. I took on cases nobody wanted to take because the clients had nothing to pay. I was sometimes paid with freshly caught seafood, chicken, eggs, sacks of rice, or, a great number of times, with a smile and a simple thank you.
I learned to wear a barong to Court with no cuff links. I learned to take public transportation to save on gasoline. I learned to eat with just a spoon and a fork (stainless steel with unmatched patterns, no knife). I learned that a tea and scones at Claridge’s is equivalent to 3 months’ income for most people. I learned how to pray. I learned how to give thanks for what I still had. I learned how to look at a person straight in the eye. In short, I learned how to LIVE.
Four years ago, in that Southern province, I met a woman 15 years my junior. She did NOT have the right family name but she was well-educated and a voracious reader. She was a fresh engineering graduate from UP who went back to her province to help. She was the most beautiful and down to earth woman I’ve ever met. Over the objection of my family, we got married (no pre-nup). No member of my family attended. Only my best friend way back from high school attended.
Last year, she got an offer from a multi-national corporation. I also got an offer from an old client to start a BPO.
I am now back from where I came from. Much wiser.
My mom has a condo unit at One Roxas Triangle (the same condo building where “Alexis Carbonel” lives with her new husband James). Mom was offering the condo to me for my use. I politely refused.
We’re now in a rented 3-bedroom in an old condo in Legazpi Village from where I am writing this piece. It’s a simple home. Nothing from Firma. Nothing from Old Asia. No McGuire furniture. No Sub-Zero ref. While we do have a car (a Toyota – courtesy of the office), we walk about a block and a half to Ayala Avenue to our respective office buildings in order to save on gasoline.
We rarely eat out but the wife and I and our 2 year old daughter always make it a point to have dinner together and always with my 15 year old son when he visits us during the weekend.
My only vices are: (i) books; (ii) reading to my 2 year old daughter; (iii) my daily 1 hour telephone call to my son at 9:00pm when we talk for the first 30 minutes and then simultaneously watch “Jeopardy” on Channel 53 at 9:30pm while still on the phone with each other; and (iv) sharing thoughts with my wife. We go to mass on Sundays, pray together as a family before going to bed. I couldn’t be any happier.
A few months back, I was in a simple T-Shirt, jeans, and an old pair of rubber shoes. I was at a mall with my wife on our way to buy some groceries. I see a familiar face walking towards me. It was “Alicia Santos-Daniels.” I smile at HIM and called out his name. He looks at me. I tell him, “It’s me” then I give out my name. He stares at what I’m wearing. He gives me a very faint smile. He walks away.
Earlier, I wrote that AFTER reading “When Chic Hits the Fan”, I immediately said a prayer of thanks. I thanked the Lord from the bottom of my heart that I am FINALLY blessed with a happy life.
Anton, I also prayed for you that, someday, you’ll be blessed with one too.
^ Hi Mr "ZIPPO"
Wow, what a wonderful story! I really think you are a classy guy. May you continue to be blessed.
Hay! ASD is really something!
Zippo, isn't simple living better? Anyway, you've "been there, done that". I am sure you feel better and happier than ASD.
mr zippo,
are you for real? you better be because your story is truly inspiring (or maybe you just made it all up and it was all just crap).
ms. lawyer to be
Me thinks its fakey fakey.
This thread is a trip! Made me all curious... so I tried reading ‘Chic Hits the Fan’ in Powerbooks and I just couldn't believe Kitty Go's gall! Her gall to publish a book that is. Her writing was simply atrocious, I couldn’t even get myself to finish it. Made me feel terror how kitty could have been an editor-in-chief (and international journalist?!?). Oh the injustice. It’s funny how she makes fun of other magazine editors and writers in her book when she’s describing herself exactly—it seems to me that all her ‘journalistic’ accomplishments were all brought about by connections.
I think between the two, Celine is the better writer (way way better, no contest). She has a self-deprecating humor, speaks from her heart, has a natural voice, great choice of words, and her counter-attacks were precious indeed! Truman Camote? In a nutshell! I’ll read a thousand articles from Celine and put Kitty’s in the trash. Still, giving us a little book on the foibles of Manila Society is “revolutionary” in itself. What I think made Kitty’s book really ugly was that she wrote it out of spite, as if she's "making a stink" because she "wasn't invited." I think Celine would’ve made a better book about the same theme; she seems more perceptive about that kind of crowd. Case in point: “There are a lot of cool people in this microcosm; a lot of them are really just misunderstood. I’m talking about the demented ones, the Norma Desmonds, the Baby Janes.” I wish Celine does write a book about Manila High Society. I think it would be far more interesting, insightful, and way funnier.
Overheard: the names of the newest groups in town. PRADA BARKADA AND BALENCIAGANG.
Love Pinoy humor.
Couldn't help but read all the comments on this particular entry, having recently resigned from a job working for some of these "society people" (and im talking about the "real" "old guards"of manila society) i have to say that some of what the people are writing here are true. Specially the last one from Zippo,im not here to bash any of my old bosses nor to incriminate them in any kind of scandal, but after a year of close proximity with these people i have to say that they are the unhappiest bunch of people i've ever come across. Money ,really, cannot buy happiness nor peace of mind, if anything it only adds to their problems. Im glad, like Zippo, i was able have that "ephiphany" while im still young and starting out my career. I have yet to be eaten up by the "system", Philippine society need people like Kitty Go to be a cathartic element for self evaluation.
"Symbols are only poweful when people believe in them, otherwise their just that...Symbols"
-V for Vendetta
Sourpuss
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