The escapades of UCS.

After hanging out with like 10 different groups of people I started hanging out with a bunch of girls in my classes who must have got turned on by my British accent and tea and muffins. Before long the lure of fame and popularity drew me to hang out with their entire group. This bunch of racial misfits later became known as UCS - haha. There were 8 of us and we were the coolest shizz at HFHS (or so we thought) haha. We used to hang out at cool under-18 parties like this one which was at the Polish Hall - this was the time when breakdancing was actually cool.

We were such good friends that we coordinated Reana's top to Ting's eyes to my nails. We were also obviously eating alot of donuts and junk at the time. Actually I attribute my dramatic weight gain to puberty and eating 2 packets of Ruffles a day so I could collect the tazo's. haha. So after alot of bitching about others usually incited by yours truly we somehow made it to our year 10 formal in one piece.



As you could tell we were just having the time of our lives at the formal. not. I'm pretty sure we would all agree that we had pretty f*kt up partners. Note to year 10 people, go with your girlfriends to your formal - you do not need silly boys to enjoy it! Well, at least we looked hot and like a bunch of angels. Funny, because a week before we all got busted for being drunk and going to our school disco. But seriously, I don't remember drinking anything at all. lol. Everytime i think about that night I just laugh my f*kn head off - especially because of one of the antics of one girl in particular. lol. You really think you know it all when you are 15 years old. We were such silly teenage girls.

I remember when I had a fight with one of my friends my dad told me "When you finish high school you will only speak to like 1 or 2 of your friends", I seriously did not believe him as I thought that UCS would be 'like totally besties for life'. Inevitably we did all go our own separate ways - one is married, one is engaged, one is living in New York, two are miss career women and are happily in love and the others I have absolutely no idea. As for me I'll just take being happily in love for now (and not engaged thank you very much!). The good news is that a few of us found eachother again.

In a way I feel that some of us were thrust into being friends simply because we attended the same school and that may have been the only thing we did have in common. Luckily for me I did find a couple of truly great friends from the phase in my life called school.

I admit, I am such a lazy friend but I'm so grateful that I have found two real friends that don't deceive me or try and break me up with my boyfriend. I feel I can still turn to them in all the crazyness that is life - and after not seeing these girls for months we still manage to hang out like we saw each other just yesterday. I'll post some pics as soon as we take some together - If all goes well hopefully on our trip to Hawaii! haha I can dream.

Stat whore.

Looking up website stats are fun especially if you stumble upon things like this.



Yes, that person found my website by searching for 'dress up bin landin'. Between me and you I think he meant 'ladin' lol. Other nerd statistics show most of my traffic comes from Australia, Philippines, UK and the US. People have even visited from Greenland. Wow.

Also if you are one of the people who visit and still use the http://come.to/lucybaybe URL. Not only is this embarassing but it's like... actually it's just embarassing- sounds like a porn website. Please update already lol.

xoxo

I take it back. I want a maid.

I cannot express how much I hate hate hate hate (and am scared of) cockroaches. This deep seeded dislike must have been inherited from my dad, because as soon as we see one we scream like little bitches and run for my mama. My mum if I may add is the designated insect killer in my house - cockroaches, spiders, moths, mosquitoes or crickets - with one swift movement and in all her filoness she kicks off her slipper and they are gone.

This morning when I woke up there was a cockroach lying belly up on my bathroom floor. I kinda laughed thinking "sukt in, he was the newest victim of my daily cockroach bombing ritual" only to find............. my brand new packet of toilet roll soiled with mould-like spots hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I wondered what the hell the spots were and as I held it in front of my face. There it was, wiggling like the filthy whore it was stuck between freedom and the plastic packaging of my butt wipes. Filthy creatures they are. It's still there now. I keep it on top of the toilet cistern as a warning to all his cockroach buddies - you sh*t on my toilet paper, you will be eventually covered in my sh*t. haha ok I'm sorry enough grossness - I fully intend to throw that filth out maybe I'll post a pic of it so you will all believe me. haha.

there he is - marvel at his filthiness

How do I know he is a he? Men are filthy. Yeah and see that black crap - thats his poop or juices of desperation. DISGUSTING. If and ever I had a maid I would just make her my personal insect killing person - she would of course need to be on call 24 hours a day. You never know when these little bastards wanna come out to play. Did I ever tell you about the time a maid saved me and Rons life?

So there we were enjoying our holiday at my aunty's house here in Phils when a cockroach started to climb the wall. Ron the hero thought he could take care of, until IT FLEW AT HIS FACE. That was the first time I ever saw Ron scream like a little bitch from fear haha. The 16 year old maid came out of nowhere to the rescue, armed with her battered slipper and killed it in a split second.

This was just a random rant to warn you all of the disgustingness of roaches. If you found my page because you wanted to learn about them go to wikipedia - my expertise is only on how to exterminate them.

Poor delusional children.

Ron's cutie little cousins like to make it a habit to hang out with me in my room. First I thought it was because they liked my company, but now I think they are just using me for my air conditioner. After a comment today though I've decided to allow them to hang out whenever they like.

"Tita Lucy, sino ba yan?... Si Tito Ron-Ron?" Mai-Mai says pointing at my laptop destop which is of Wentworth Miller. LOL. Either I am going blind in my old age or Ron really is Wentworth's long lost twin. hmmmm maybe I will let Ron shave his hair off. Oh yeah and excuse my improvised Tagalog scribing mess, we all know my position on tag-a-log.

The Anti-Vitruvian Female.

It's days like these I wish I lived in the 1500's, where being a bit bulkier than your average model would be ideal. I could be Botticelli's muse, he could paint my 'wide hips' and would be praising me for eating a chocolate chip cookie - as long as I was all in proportion of course. In the past 3 weeks I have received the most negative comments about my weight than I have in my whole entire life - and as a result have felt like total shit. Now I don't claim to be one of those girls who are 'happy the way they are' because I simply am not - it just hasn't ever really bothered me. It's just lately as soon as someone brings up my weight I feel like bursting into tears - people who know me, know i'm not the really sensitive type... but there, I think I have a new weakness (my other one is ron awww).
Ever since I started modelling at 15, I'd always been picked on for my weight. I just shrugged it off because I always got booked for something anyways. Why is it such an issue now. I've met hundreds of models; rail-thin, meaty, muscular, etc and there is no weight range that assures you of getting booked for a job. Unless of course you want to be a ramp model then you need to be as thin as the stiletto heel you will inevitably walk in (apparently samples only come in one size *ugh*).
I'm not fishing for sympathy. I am just fed up of people who are apparently 'in the know' putting people down about things that are emotionally and physically hard to change. I'm not f*kn obese so you can go give your fitness and obesity sermon to someone else. Yes I do exercise, but unlike some people I have to run for about 10 hours to work off a Big Mac - I can't just sh*t it out 5 minutes later... and now for my stinger to a special someone. Tell me I'm fat when you have equalled my achievements. If some one else says anything else about my current weight status I am gonna apply every single kickboxing thing I have learnt and apply it to your face.
Maybe it's just the result of being alone in a foreign country, I just feel so bitter about every little thing that goes wrong (and right). Tomorrow I might feel better. So c'mon kids - let's stamp out bullying together.

13 hours for 13 seconds of fame.

Last thursday I was at Glorietta for 13 hours... I don't think anyone has ever been there that long (apart from employees maybe). I think it's some kind of world record and I have already emailed Guinness World Records to check. I'm also thinking of contacting Ripley's Believe It or Not.

Turns out my call time was 5 hours too early - and I wasn't told. Ooops. Yes, 'ooops' indeed. This was probably karma for all the times I've left Ron waiting... I will never be late again, I promise. I don't know what takes me so long anyway - I'm cat lady, I don't even brush my hair. So after my mini rage with anyone who wanted to hear it I went shopping and felt much better after I bought myself a choc chip cookie. I felt bad for my mum who was waiting for me all day and even worse for the driver who just sat in my car all day. My mum later told me that she had subconsciously memorised all the Calcarries models names from watching the promo video about 50,000 times. So after my awkward sashay down the runway it was done. I been thinking about it and I've come to the conclusion that my look was Rapper Ho Chic. I had to wear a white fedora with blinging J-Lo sunnies and I had a gold sequin belt - I was a grill short of looking like Lil Jon's distant white cousin.

da rap queen & da suga mama

The Slave Maid.

I've never really believed in having house help. My saying has always been "ummmm do it yourself". I've only been here for a week and while I'm grateful for the help - I just find that day by day I'm feeling more useless. Yes believe it or not I do know how to use a washing machine and can iron my own clothes. I can even cook curry (!) and can whip up a mean bowl of noodles. My room is messy but it is organised mess - it is when my room is tidy I lose things.

I will be the first to admit that at times I can be extremely lazy but I know when things should be done especially around my house. The reason for all this is because last week I had the unpleasure of meeting a 20 year old who thought I would be interested in hearing about her maid. First she complained that she was late because her maid never woke her up. Has she ever heard of an alarm clock? She then continued to go on about how she can never find things when her maid tidied up her room. Hey I have an idea, clean up after yourself. I know that some families for whatever reason need help - but a capable 20 year young lady? While some other bimbo model nodded in agreement, I wondered if this maid wiped her ass for her too.

Spank my ass and call me a Diplomats daughter.

Here I am. Yes it's me. I am alive. After an earlier run in with the law here I am safely at my home away from home.

Today was a day of many firsts. Yes... it was my first time EVER on a jeepney, first time on the LRT and first time to Divisoria. I feel like I'm becoming freshy except that I am still completely white (possibly transparent) and still speak terrible Tagalog. My mum and I didn't plan on taking a jeep but my two Divisoria-visiting/bodyguard titas thought it would be good for me to experience the real Philippines. For my mum, it was the first time she had riden a jeepney in 30 years so she was a bit hesitant. After we hopped on to a bogan looking jeepney my mum the tourist took a picture of me and my purple knuckles holding tightly onto the rail. lol. Hey and guess what! - I even passed some money to the driver lol - I so blended in. After the gut churning ride we arrived at Katipunan where I rode the LRT all the way to Recto. The stations are super clean here.

Divisoria is in a league of its own. From Spongebarb Squirepants merchandise to Weetyy Boird Pyjamas - I think you would need at least 1 month straight to search through all the clothes, gadgets, toys, shoes, bags, dvd's, etc that the place has on offer. The best thing is that everything is so freekin cheap - I bought heaps of useless crap. No one seems to understand my obsession with collecting often useless gizmos and gadgets (nb. crap).

Panasony.

Here are the fruits of my labour.

Who knew I had style? I sure as hell didn't. I'm the guy on the right.