X-men: 1st Class
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Hey sister, go sister, soul sister
They’re not just sisters, they’re also best friends. Cherry Claire Petiluna discovers an intimate bond between two people that’s found only once in a lifetime.
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LOCALE: BISTRO ECILA AT THE TERRACES, AYALA CENTER CEBU AND CHOPSTICKS CASUAL CHOW AT THE JPMC BLDG., ASIATOWN IT PARK RALPH RHODDEN C. CAVERO Graphic Designer
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feature FROM C2 At first glance, you might find yourself wondering how these women, who appear to be quite the opposite of each other, came into the sort of friendship that one finds only once in a lifetime. As they put it, Rosamonne is the skater girl, with whom Chuck Taylors are just the things you would easily associate with her, while Clarisse is more of a butterfly who almost always moves around with ease in her heels and glamorous dresses. Yet, as it is most evident, there exists a deep and oddly (or maybe not so odd?) strong kinship between the women. Clarisse simply clears the mystery by confessing “I was only allowed to go out with them (Rosamonne and Renault)” so she actually grew up seeing Rosamonne as nothing less than her own sister.
Stand proud, Pinoy! As they say, even sisters never run out of reasons for disagreements. In their case, Rosamonne’s habit of being “brutally honest” is what Clarisse dislikes, while it took a few moments before Rosamonne finally declared that “what I dislike about her is what I also like about her.” The question seemed to have been tough on them.
Be proud to be Pinoy. This is what Yabang Pinoy aims to instill in all Filipinos, wherever we may be. A group of like-minded individuals passionate about “being Filipino and believing in Filipino” in all aspects, Yabang Pinoy hopes that through its efforts, Pinoys
Besides the marriage issues, hobbies, passion for makeup, clothes and, surprisingly, interest in ukay-ukay, they seem to share a lot of things in common. Over the long time they have been together, somewhat as expected, they eventually developed identical minds for business. While Clarisse sustained their familyinitiated restaurants Patio Ecila and Bistro Ecila, Rosamonne prospered with Chopstick Casual Chow. Now, it seems that the next normal thing to breathing that they know is to enjoy life together. Thus, it would no longer be such a surprise to find them together studying Restaurant Management at the Ateneo Graduate School by the end of this month. Out of the blue, “Que sera sera..”, came out of Clarisse while thinking of more things to say about themselves. Although Rosamonne would rather not consider it their theme song, somehow I took a rather different interpretation to it. It is not just the impermanent connotation of the song that really got me to contemplate. Instead, it was the thought that though these two people are of different personalities, they were meant to have that unbreakable sisterly bond, and evidently, it did happen. As the song continues, “whatever will be, will be.” Whoever said blood is thicker than water? This must be an isolated case. While it is not to weaken the strong bond of blood relations, these people are actually living proof that family does not essentially mean having the same blood running through one’s veins.
all over will realize the greatness innate in each Filipino. The group also encourages Filipinos to start buying Pinoy products, emphasizing that for every foreign product in the market, a comparable alternative, one that is manufactured locally, can be found. Another key aspect of Yabang Pinoy’s advocacy is for its volunteers to be ready to address negative comments or news about the Philippines and Filipinos. Recently in Cebu not only to experience the city and province, but also to spread the word about Pinoy pride, Yabang Pinoy members Kris Siasoyco and Resti Caroro elaborated on Yabang Pinoy’s goals. Resti says “We want everyone to see the positive side of the Philippines and being Filipino. All everyone sees is the negative side.” According to Kris, the movement also hopes to discourage the ethnocentrism so prevalent in Filipino society. She feels that perhaps it would be much better if Filipinos concentrated more on being Filipino rather than putting undue importance on
Kris SIasoyco and Resti Caroro showing off their abaca wristbands, which according to them, reflects the resiliency and adaptiveness of the Filipino.
which province one comes from. Kris adds that this is the reason why Yabang Pinoy doesn’t insist on using Tagalog or Filipino as the form of expression. The group’s newsletter, MagYP, is a mix of articles written in both English and Filipino. Kris goes on “We do hope to have provincial chapters, but of course, the goal will always be to unite the Filipinos as a country and as a culture.” Resti says “There’s a problem, there’s a lack of patriotism, “ but then he clarifies further. Though an advocate of all things Filipino, Resti recognizes the importance of knowing English, as this is one thing that actually helps elevate Filipinos towards the status of being world-class. Discussing how to spread the word, Kris details the plan, “We’re trying to change one mindset at a time,” adding “we want it to become viral, like one person we reach will tell his or her friends, and so on and so forth.” Taking from the Philippine patriotic oath or Panatang Makabayan, Kris and Resti express their, and Yabang Pinoy’s most fervent wish: that all Filipinos show the rest of the world the best qualities of the Filipino as a race and as a country, and that we all be true Pinoys “sa isip, sa salita, at sa gawa (in thought, in word, in deed).”
For more information on the movement, visit www.yabangpinoy.com
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utants, it seems, are only as good as the creators assembling their chromosomes. And the mad scientists behind “X-Men: First Class” are real artists in the laboratory. Director Bryan Singer’s first two installments of the “X-Men” trilogy were superior adventures, about as smart and provocative as comic-book adaptations are likely to get. After Singer left, the trilogy wrapped up with a dud, followed by a limp spinoff chronicling the origins of fan-favorite mutant Wolverine. Now Singer’s back as a producer and idea man for “First Class,” a prequel that presents a clever, cohesive, exhilarating big-screen take on how those Marvel Comics mutants came together on opposing sides in the evolutionary battle. Matthew Vaughn, another filmmaker adept at blending smarts and action (“Stardust,” “Kick-Ass”), was wisely recruited as director and co-writer. The result is one of the best Marvel adaptations, packed with action, humor, retro 1960s style that’s both campy and sexy and a revisionist history lesson that puts the X-Men at the center of the Cuban missile crisis. The young cast led by James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender is no match for Patrick Stewart, Ian McKellen and the rest of the grand ensemble Singer enlisted for the first “X-Men” flick in 2000. Yet McAvoy has playful energy and unshakable nobility, while Fassbender captures slow-burning wrath and unflinching pragmatism, which nicely prefigure Stewart’s august Professor X and McKellen’s dogmatic Magneto. Despite a jumble of screenwriters that includes Vaughn, writing partner Jane Goldman and “Thor” scribes Ashley Edward Miller and Zack Stentz, “First Class” is a focused, coherent
story. That’s all the more admirable given the large cast, whose stories are woven together with enough immediacy and clarity that even Marvel newcomers can follow along without a playbill. We’re introduced to McAvoy’s telepath Charles Xavier and Fassbender’s Erik Lehnsherr, who can manipulate magnetic fields, as boys in the 1940s. Their vastly different upbringings underscore the differences that eventually will turn them from best friends to bitter rivals. Charles grows up in a rich, privileged home, believing he’s a freak of nature, the only one of his kind, until he meets shape-shifting mutant Raven (Jennifer Lawrence), the future Mystique character originated by Rebecca Romijn in the “X-Men” trilogy. Raven and Charles forge a foster-sibling relationship, while Erik, a Polish Jew, suffers unspeakable tragedy during the Holocaust as the Nazis try to unleash the boy’s power to control metal. Charles and Erik team up in the early 1960s as part of a CIA operation against Sebastian Shaw (Kevin Bacon), a mutant who can absorb explosive energy and aims to set off a nuclear war to wipe out humanity so his kind can inherit the Earth. Bacon’s a lot of fun, clearly having a
blast playing the U.S. against the Soviets as puppetmaster of Armageddon. Shaw is aided by bad girl telepath Emma Frost (January Jones, who’s stunning in her skin-tight Bond girl-style outfits and adopts a suitably icy demeanor). Among those initially fighting for the good guys are intrepid CIA agent Moira MacTaggert (Rose Byrne), her nameless team leader (a sadly under-used Oliver Platt), and mutants Beast (Nicholas Hoult), Banshee (Caleb Landry Jones), Havok (Lucas Till) and Angel (Zoe Kravitz). But allegiances change, and the point of the prequel is to spell out who switched sides and why. At the heart is the break between Charles and Erik, and the filmmakers, clearly plotting a prequel trilogy, leave plenty of loose ends to tie up and a lot of room to introduce more X-Men mutants down the line. The story also leaves off around the time the civil-rights movement starts to pick up steam, so the franchise’s parallels between human racism and bigotry against mutants are bound to gain new resonance. Many key questions about the mutants – Magneto’s helmet, Professor X’s wheelchair and his telepathic-amplifying machine – are explained. The film also features a couple of amusing cameos by stars from the “X-Men” trilogy. The visual effects are solid, though nothing spectacular. Where the film really shines is in the design, taking the cheesy aesthetic of early James Bond films and doing the `60s up right with all the glam today’s big studio bucks can buy. If the studio can keep Singer, Vaughn and the rest of the “First Class” team together, there’s a chance that this “X-Men” trilogy could evolve into a better one than the original. (AP) IMAGES FROM THE INTERNET
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Daphne Willis, “Because I Can”(Vanguard) Before beginning work on “Because I Can,” prolific pop composer Daphne Willis says she wrote 50 to 60 songs, then picked 12 to record. Keep `em coming, Daphne. There’s not a dud among these dozen summery tunes. It helps that the 23-yearold Willis possesses a commanding, versatile alto that makes everything swing. She slides gracefully in and out of an appealing falsetto and manages R&B-style vocal leaps of nearly an octave without coming off like some oversinging “American Idol” wannabe.
Cutesy little gimmicks and devices are plentiful in “Beginners.” A Jack Russell terrier speaks in subtitled English, for example. A man and a woman on a giddy date skate out of a roller rink and back to the carpeted hallways of a downtown Los Angeles hotel. And fast-paced, narrated photo montages help illustrate a childhood, and a marriage, and a life. On paper, it all could have been too cloying or selfconscious, but writer-director Mike Mills finds just the right tone every time. He also draws lovely, natural performances from Christopher Plummer and Ewan McGregor as a father and son who are finally getting to know each other, truly, toward the end of the father’s life. (AP)
Willis has clearly studied pop’s past, and the material hints at disparate influences, ranging from Burt Bacharach to Chicago to Norah Jones to Alicia Keys. Willis’ sound is entirely her own, though – cheery melodies, bouncy beats and clever arrangements flavored with Saturday-in-the-park brass. The music remains sunny throughout, even when Willis sings about rain. This is an assertive young artist, as suggested by such song titles as “Shake It Off,” “Spit It Out” and “Slow Down.” With a record this good, she has reason to be confident.(AP)
CHECK THIS TRACK OUT: “The Song Song” starts with a piano figure worthy of “Teaching Little Fingers to Play,” then blossoms into a hookfilled ode to composing. The lyrics lay out Willis’ strategy: Keep things short and simple. She makes it sound easy.
iTunes’ top 10 selling singles and albums of the week ending June 6, 2011: SINGLES: 1. “Rolling In the Deep,” ADELE 2. “Give Me Everything (feat. Ne-Yo, Afrojack & Nayer),” Pitbull 3. “The Edge of Glory,” Lady GaGa 4. “Party Rock Anthem (feat. Lauren Bennett & GoonRock),” LMFAO 5. “How to Love,” Lil Wayne 6. “Super Bass,” Nicki Minaj 7. “The Lazy Song,” Bruno Mars 8. “I’m On One (Edited Version) (feat. Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wyane),” DJ Khaled 9. “On the Floor (feat. Pitbull),” Jennifer Lopez 10. “The Show Goes On,” Lupe Fiasco
ALBUMS: 1. “21,” ADELE 2. “Born This Way,” Lady GaGa 3. “Codes and Keys,” Death Cab for Cutie 4. “Ukulele Songs,” Eddie Vedder 5. “Circuital,” My Morning Jacket 6. “This Is Country Music,” Brad Paisley 7. “Sigh No More,” Mumford & Sons 8. “American Idol Season 10: Scotty McCreery,” Scotty McCreery 9. “Torches,” Foster the People 10. “Speed of Darkness,” Flogging Molly FROM THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
by Veronica Roth
Love, Wedding, Marriage
To describe “Love, Wedding, Marriage” as sitcommy would be an insult to sitcoms, which can and do succeed in inspiring genuine laughter. This is more like a tedious slog through a series of strained moments with characters who never even come close to resembling actual human beings. As the veteran of many a romantic comedy himself, including “My Best Friend’s Wedding” and “The Wedding Date,” Dermot Mulroney should know better than to wallow in trite conventions; instead, he runs right toward them and piles them on in making his directing debut. If you like drunken karaoke, climactic revelations and mad dashes to say some last-minute I-love-yous, then this is the movie for you. It even has the word “wedding” in the title, just to add one more cliché. (AP) IMAGES FROM THE INTERNET
In Beatrice Prior’s dystopian Chicago, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue – Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is – she can’t have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself. During the highly competitive initiation that follows, Beatrice renames herself Tris and struggles to determine who her friends really are – and where, exactly, a romance with a sometimes fascinating, sometimes infuriating boy fits into the life she’s chosen. But Tris also has a secret, one she’s kept hidden from everyone because she’s been warned it can mean death. And as she discovers a growing conflict that threatens to unravel her seemingly perfect society, she also learns that her secret might help her save those she loves . . . or it might destroy her. Debut author Veronica Roth bursts onto the literary scene with the first book in the Divergent series – dystopian thrillers filled with electrifying decisions, heartbreaking betrayals, stunning consequences, and unexpected romance. TEXT AND IMAGES FROM WWW.FULLYBOOKEDONLINE.COM AND THE WEB
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A Soul from The Past
Aileen Quijano Commit the oldest sins, the newest kind of ways. – W. Shakespeare
with his nuggets of wisdom and rare perceptions of life which spark something in my own soul. I’ve seen him selfish, but I’ve also seen him kind and generous. He
When I was a young Christian, I remember asking my spiritual guide if she believes in reincarnation. She told me then that no, we only get to live life once and then there’s judgment – whether a soul goes to heaven or hell.
Weird, I thought. Days, weeks passed. I couldn’t explain it but I started getting annoyed with his little antics. There were moments I didn’t want to talk to him just because. I wanted space from him and I didn’t know why. Then one day, we had a fight over the littlest thing. But just the same, like a broken dam, all the bitter feelings came rushing back. I was inexplicably mad and furious. He was surprisingly mean and cold. So we cut off our ties with each other.
Although, I had great respect for her and I believe that she is of God, somehow the answer didn’t quite ring true for me. I wanted to think she’s right but my heart was telling me otherwise. For how else can you explain the lingering whispers of the past, that sense of déjà vu that tells you somehow you’ve lived a certain scene before? What do you make of the recurring dreams, so elusive and yet so familiar? Or how do you explain the instant connection you feel for a person you haven’t even met before?
And now, I seem to be waiting. Waiting for what exactly I don’t know. An explanation? A final fight for peace? For love to heal all wounds?
At that time, I let the answer go. That was 10 years ago, but now, I’m haunted by the same question still.
Days, weeks pass. As I wait, life goes on. Sometimes, earthly matters make me forget all about it. But there are times the feeling comes back. There’s an echo in the soul crying out – déjà vu. It’s all so familiar. We’ve been through this before.
You see, I couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that I’ve just met this soul from my past – how many lifetimes removed I have no way of knowing. Yet somehow, certain events lead me to believe that there is a karmic debt owed – whether on his side or mine, I do not know.
And as I write this, I guess it’s no great coincidence that Jaime Licauco’s book “Soulmates, Karma & Reincarnation” (the only local book on this subject, I’m told) just landed on my lap. I admit I don’t completely agree with everything he wrote but, just like a crack of lightning, one line from his book strikes me:
The first time I saw him, I didn’t like him. He was fair of face and seemed to know it. He dressed well and strutted instead of walked. Shallow, I first thought, and so shrugged him off. But life has its own plans and I found myself thrown together with him and soon enough, we became close.
The soul never forgets.
To my surprise, he has an old soul, just like what I always thought mine to be. Oh he’s vain and overly concerned with trivial things like most guys are in this generation, but there are moments he takes me aback
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was a rare find and I loved him. Then one night, I dreamed about him. The details to which are blurry to me now. But the feeling remains that somehow in that dream, he laughed at me – mockingly. He uttered words that seemed to have scorned my pride or my vanity. And then I woke up.
sing. When that happens, I appear where I’m really supposed to be, and I get up on stage and sing what they want me to. Every song has a purpose. They alter past or future events. (They never told me anything of the sort, so I don’t know why I know.) I don’t always sing the song of their choice. Once, I sang “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” instead of “Out Here on my Own” and I could feel reality turning watery around me even nothing appeared to have changed.
I can’t describe my interrogators. I get a good look at them but when the session is over, my memory turns fuzzy. I think one of them is female. I don’t believe they mean me harm. I think they have strong suspicions about what I am, whatever that is. At times they act
But I pray, let it be now and let us find a way somehow. For after all, who knows if this lifetime were truly to be our last? (firstname.lastname@example.org)
I realize I haven’t written for either my Letters meme or my dream journal lately. So here’s a fair compromise. This one’s both. It’s an honest-togoodness dream, and it’s a letter. A fictional one. At least I hope it is.
I am something out of this world, or at least they seem to think so. I don’t know if this is true. I wish you could tell me. I work as in-house stage crew for various productions. Shows happen very frequently on the different floors of the building, and I work on most of them. I don’t arrive at all of them, though. I step into the elevator, select my floor, and the elevator promptly takes me somewhere else. This happens more often than I like. There is nothing I can do. When this happens, the elevator takes me to the Human Resources Department, which should’ve been called the Interrogation and Experimentation Department instead. I never get there the usual way, stepping out of the sliding doors. A different number lights up. I fall into it the way I fall from consciousness into dreaming. My awareness sinks, everything falls away, and I am in the room.
Time, it seems, has gotten away from us. He’s so far now. I don’t know if we’ll meet again in this lifetime. But the karmic debt has come knocking. I guess both of us have not ripened enough yet to resolve it now. Perhaps in the next life… or the one after.
The last time I found myself in Human Resources, they did something to me. I think they must have hypnotised me, because I was suddenly reliving a night in my past, a night that I could not remember. After reliving it, I forget it all over again. I only remember your presence, and having to stand guard, and being invaded. I remember abuse, and I remember death. I don’t even know who it was. I don’t know what happened to you. I remember a dark corridor, and leaving. Everything else is blurry, and I can’t even feel the memory. like detectives. On other occasions, they are more like therapists. They ask me about things like my childhood, and I tell them what I remember. Like the fact I was adopted. Like not being able to remember much from before then.
This seems to confirm something for them, and then I know without doubt that I am what they think I am. (I also know this isn’t over.)
They make me do things I don’t really understand, but I do them anyway. Most of the time, they make me
I wish I could remember your face. I wish I knew how to find you.
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RottenTomatoes: The place to go before watching a movie By Charles Dominic P. Sanchez Back in high school, I thought that the only movies worth watching were those big budget, grandscale, CGI-embellished, highly-anticipated summer flicks. Hence, I only limited myself to watching science fiction / fantasy movies like Star Wars, The Lord of the Rings, Pirates of the Caribbean, and other film franchises out there that my personal taste deemed “epic.” Seldom did I take the time to watch movies with simpler, down-to-earth premises since I only saw such as insignificant. As the years passed, I seem to have grown more and more educated with my choice of films and no longer do I drive straight to the conclusion that this movie is great because it stars this actor, or is an adaptation of this comic book, or is a remake of this old TV show, or is a sequel to this really good movie, etc. What brought about this change, you may ask? My answer is this: Rotten Tomatoes. For those who aren’t familiar with Rotten Tomatoes, RT is an online film review aggregator. Basically, it’s a website where all the reviews by film critics are gathered and correlated. Movies that garner at least sixty percent positive reviews are certified “Fresh” by the site and therefore highly recommended and worth checking out while movies that fail to make the grade are considered “Rotten” and will most likely fade into obscurity. Ever since I encountered RT, my preference of films has changed for the better. Here’s one example: If somebody had recommended to me in my pre-RT era that I should watch a Seth Rogen movie, I would most likely shun such a recommendation. But now, after finding out that the critics do enjoy Seth Rogen-penned films, and after watching a couple of them myself, I have a newfound respect for the comedian/writer/
actor. Another example: I recall that back in 2007 after watching the third installment of the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, I had this nagging feeling at the back of my mind that I should be disappointed by the movie because it was just too damn confusing; yet my consciousness was telling me (rather forcibly) that I should have enjoyed it because it was, well, epic. But when I checked the ratings on RT, I was not surprised that the film received a “Rotten” consensus. Nowadays, upon the release of a certain highly-anticipated movie, I don’t just rush straight to the theaters. Instead I head for a computer, log on to RT, and check what the critics have to say. If it’s certified “Fresh”, then I go ahead and watch it. If it’s “Rotten”, then I simply tell myself “Maybe I can just buy a DVD”, or “Maybe I can wait for it to come out on HBO”, or “Maybe I shouldn’t watch it at all” (if it’s really that bad). I know a lot of mainstream audiences have this “to hell with the critics” attitude but then we must remember that those critics are educated, well-respected individuals with eagle eyes that can spot hits and misses. They are the connoisseurs of the film world. When the critics say it’s good, then they’re most probably right. The summer season has already kicked off with movies like Thor (“Fresh”), POTC: On Stranger Tides (“Rotten”), and The Hangover: Part II (“Rotten”), just to name a few. My advice to the casual moviegoers who don’t want to end up disappointed after spending two hours of their lives in a dark cinema is this: Please do check how well a movie is doing with the critics. Don’t mind the misleading trailers, the star-studded cast, or even the fancy special effects. Just log on to RT, see whether the movie is certified “Fresh” or “Rotten”, and I guarantee that you will have a very memorable, and more worthy film-viewing experience.
1. Which country is home to Grolsch lager? 2. What was the name of the restaurant chain opened by Bruce Willis, Sylvester Stallone and Arnold Schwarzenegger? 3. Which company’s name is short for Durability, Reliability and excellence? 4. Which company invented the computer floppy disc in 1970? 5. Yoshida Kogyo Kabushibibaisha or YKK for short appears on nearly every what? 6. What was Mr. Ferrari’s first name? 7. In which country is the world’s largest McDonalds Restaurant? 8. Who first produced a book in 1955 to help pub owners settle debates (and bets) between patrons? 9. What business did J. Edgar Hoover begin back in 1941 that was accused of being “the new home of disease, bribery, corruption, crookedness, rape, white slavery, thievery and murder?” 10. Babies are born without which body part?
scribblings by Franz V. Correa You laid them on me In an unexpected circumstance Your beautiful eyes Axed me on the ground How can I forget? That melting stare you did On a very fine day I blushed out of happiness Totally lost control of myself Fretted like a jerk In my little room I could drown into them I can clearly see a vision of us Loving each other forever In those days of our youth But when you turned away I woke up in realization Your beautiful eyes Were just a painful and far-fetched fantasy All of my hopes are dying As you finally walked farther Then out of my sight And finally out of my life IMAGES ON THIS PAGE FROM THE INTERNET
Answers: 1. Holland (The Netherlands) 2. Planet Hollywood 3. Durex 4. IBM 5. Zipper 6. Enzo 7. China (The McDonalds in Beijing is 28,000 square feet, 2 stories high, and seats 700 people) 8. Guinness (book of world records) 9. motels 10. kneecaps
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Sun.Star Weekend | Saturday , June 11, 2011 CHERRY ANN LIM Managing Editor, Special Pages and Features JIGS ARQUIZA Editor CLINT HOLTON P. POTESTAS Writer
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The shoe must go on! Co-presented by Luxx at VUDU, Shandar’s fashion show (or is it Fashion Shoe?) aptly named “The Shoe must go on” held last Wednesday, June 8 was a big hit among Cebu’s fashion-conscious crowd. Adding even more pizzazz to the event was fashion icon and socialite Tessa Prieto-Valdez as Mistress of Ceremonies. Showing off the sexy shoe designs were professional models and a veritable who’s who of Cebu’s party crowd. A very busy Mark Tenchavez, designer, creator and owner of Shandar, was taking charge of the models backstage, but keeping his cool all the while. After the show, however, a beaming Mark was seen mingling with the guests, obviously very happy with the show’s success.
Shandar’s Mike Tenchavez
Jaja Chiongbian-Rama, April Rama and Mary Love Deen
Jay Chiongbian and Annie Kirsch
Mark Anton Masa
Jake Maningo and Jan Slater Young
Mistress of Ceremonies Tessa Prieto-Valdez
Georgia Herrera-Klepp and Carol Sarte
Kris Palacio with a friend and Vanessa Amman
Kloody del Rosario and April Rama
Jacob and Sarrita Pimentel with Ramon Lucero
Mary Ty and Katsy Borromeo
Don Tirol with a couple of friends
Dominic Sy and Adrian Diongson
April Rama, Paula Jimenez and Lorlor Torres
Edward Onglatco and a friend
DJ Maxie and DJ Chris
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