No, it's not Manny Pacquiao's social climbing wife , although there are certain similarities (e.g. hair color, japayuki look etc.) with the Filipino hero's wife, and this "creature" whose photo I saw in SM Department store with a friend just last week. I mean, sure her lips looked like it was punched mercilessly by Manny himself (take a closer, in-depth look at the photos above and notice the bee-stung look on her lips. No make it she's a scary-slut-who-tried-to-have-sex-with-all-the-men-in-the-barber-shop-playing-dama-that-her-husband-beat-her-till-her-mouth-swell-so-big-it's-not-even-funny.
She, FYI, is the owner/endorser of an underwear company called NICE. I thought, very creative with the brand name right? how the hell did she think of that? Very creative no? hehehehhe. *winks*
Again, just like Ellen's she was infected with the "owner/endorser" epidemic of desperately wanting to be the "star" of their own product. I remember Anna Dizon, bless her soul, a self-proclaimed singing (?) DIVA who, produced her own album, her own music video, her own mall tours ( with a troupe of bodyguards hand in hand protecting her in a circle, although people looked in amazement who the woman was, playing "bubuka ang bulaklak" with big burly men. READ MY LIPS. No one recognized her. She's a one woman freak show. again, bless her soul.
Which leads me back to Ms. Nice. Another case of self prostitution, whoring herself to death, making people accept her delusional state of mind that she, actually look good.
She has this fake, orangey skin that almost looked like she had a BUKAKKE session with old japanese men with caramel-colored jizz. She tried, desperately to smirk on the second photo in a vain attempt to exude what, nonchalance? coolness? but came out as if a huge, painful, piece of loofah was coming out of her orange orifice.
Ewww Factor: **** (four stars)
JO by Joyce Orena
Anyone who has been in Greenblet 3 certainly knows what I'm talking about. It's the peculiar shop that sells cute, expensivo Italian accessories that are ultra hip and fashionable. No problem with the product actually, it's the big tarpaulin poster on the window that horrifies me everytime I think about it. This is another classic case of the "owner/endorser" syndrome, fine with me, because I heard and read that Joyce was once a model herself and Ces Orena Drilon (the newscaster dumb) is her sister.
I have here a poor quality photo of the said tarpaulin poster with Joyce on the cover. But if you look closely, and you will be treated to your daily dose of GROSS! Her armpit is still reeking with, correct me if I'm wrong, remnants of underarm hair! Or is it that her armpits are really that dark! I mean hello, you are supposed to be a model (nevermind if you are not the mestiza type rather the more exotic looking NATIVE), and you are selling expensive goodies at an expensive place. Did you get short of funds to even ask the web peeps to photoshop your underarms, or atleast buy any of those disposable razors and shave it off till it reaks of blood. hehehehe. I'm sure I'm not the only one who noticed it because people was whispering behind my back as I unabashedly stared at it with bewildered eyes. The picture here didn't do justice to the horror we saw and I recommend that you go to that shop and experience the freak show yourself. But if you're into funky, one of a kind accessories, run through the shop's door without looking at the photo (or you'll turn into stone) and splurge on their merchandise. Nuf said.
Ewww Factor: **** (four stars)
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