GUITAR FOR SALE: SG 61 REISSUE IMITATION (with free gigbag)

FOR SALE: RJ SG `61 REISSUE

Php5K (FIXED WITH FREEE RJ GIGBAG)

COSMETICS: 7/10

ELECTRONICS, ETC: 10/10

DETAILS:

In dark heritage red color with the popular devil horn cuts. This is the cheapest SG imitation I know of. The weight feels sturdy on your body and it even has that neck-heavy SG feel. I bought it for about 9K+ in June 2006 and has withstood an approximate of seven or eight gigs since then. The electronics is in excellent condition (Alnico pups) and does great AC/DC, metal and punk with the right pedals. The tuners are decent and keep the strings in tune even after intense riffing, the pup switch works without fail and with the Snarling Dogs (med gauge) that I have on them, they can do a fairly good shred. RJ, though a local brand, produces quality beginner's guitars. Just look at the attached pix.

That said, I played in a punk band on this one so some of the screws around the pickguard have tarnished, there's a small nick near the tail portion (really miniscule) and there are some scratches on the pickguard (then again, it's a pickguard and its designed to take exactly that). Also, there's a bit of wear around the strapbolt area. Still, these are all cosmetics and if you want a dependable beginner's axe that makes you feel even a bit like Angus Young for an uber low price then this is it, dude.

The gigbag is also from RJ btw. It's never let me down yet and I'm a commuter.

The reason I'm selling it? I bought a new guitar. I don't need two.

*CONTACT: 0916-3282943 (KARL)

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i am just about out of dresses

Developing personal style has been a long-running interest of mine. Recently, it's been magnified by studying design and pattern-making, and also by following a blog called The Sartorialist, which my sister found. I am a big fan of Scott Schuman, the Sartorialist, who has a very learned, broad and yet humble appreciation of style. Since then, I've been trying to define the spirit that I want to come out of the clothes I wear: deliberate but carefree and with humor (different from "effortless", as Scott says, because we all spend some effort on dressing up), appropriate to occasion and lifestyle, creative, unexpected or intelligent-looking, with the right amount of subtlety.

My trip to Hong Kong also invigorated this grand quest, seeing all the citizens unapologetically dress the way they want to or need to. The corpo zombies don't look so zombie-like when they don a spiffy suit, and the college kids don't look like they just rolled out of bed. The locals also have a very mature and sophisticated color and pattern sense: the yellow, orange, green and purple shoes actually get bought there! One of my favorites was a girl in a black skirt and hoodie, a pale, dull olive shirt and bag, black tights and purple patent pumps. There was also a man in dark denims, a black cotton sport coat, a black and grey striped shirt and houndstooth sneakers.

So upon my return to Manila, I've been wearing lots of skirts and dresses. Dresses are the best: they look the most polished for the least amount of effort (no mixing and matching; just accessorize!). But since they're very memorable outfits, I find it so hard to repeat them! I am starting to run out of skirts and dresses to wear!

Anyway, the good thing is that I'm getting good usage for my investment. It's time to put some more mileage into those beautiful clothes, people!!!

dodging the demons

I was about to have a nightmare last night, I could tell. But I stopped it. I pushed myself until my sleep was shallow again. I don't actually remember what was about to happen in my dream, but I didn't want to deal with it in the morning.

The last time I allowed myself to explore the nightmare, it was really bad. A little homeless kid was being prevented by the old lady-receptionist at my apartment building (where I lived with Karl) to enter. Thinking it was harmless, it ended up in my unit, and it wouldn't leave. When I tried to threaten it, it turned into a slippery bar of soap throbbing like a hungry stomach (as in the organ), and it actually uttered that it killed the receptionist (HOW?!?!). This disturbed me so much that I moved to my parents' bed, where I was haunted by images of the kid from the Grudge.

Nothing prompted that nightmare. At least nothing in my waking hours -- I hadn't consumed any form of horror media. I couldn't say if there was anything I was feeling or experiencing that brought about that dream. So last night, when it was about to happen again, I just censored it.

I sort of feel bad or weak that I can't face my own dreams or make sense of them. It feels like battling with the supernatural. Not that I have actually manifested anything really sick, but who knows?

I admire Karl for being able to face and harness stories out of scary thoughts and experiences. If I heard huge wings flapping outside my window, I sure as well wouldn't be able to stick it out on my own.

networking confusion

I'm starting to get confused by all the online accounts I've made for myself. While many people try to consolidate data about themselves into one location, I'm trying to compartmentalize information so that people don't have to be bombarded by everything Tanya, but can selectively see who they want to. (Or for me to hide from others heeheehee!)

Ok, so personal e-mails go to Yahoo!, business e-mails go to Gmail. Thoughts are on Blogger and should be strictly verbal. Personal photos are on Ringo. Multiply is strictly for documenting my design studies. MySpace has gone to the dogs (unless I suddenly want to sign up as a Suicide Girl... just kidding Karl!) and Friendster... for posting ads and soliciting support, I guess. And then there's Tagged!, Eskwela.com, Reunion.com, NamesDatabase... Oh, and don't forget Shelfari. My reading list is there.

The sheer number of online accounts is also why I've distributed my content over the different media. It's just too tedious to upload everything everywhere, so hey, I'll just do it once, okay?

What's even more confusing is where to look for updates on my friends. It all boils down on which company sends an alert to my inbox, so hooray for multiply addicts.

I think more and more, people are just creating various accounts so that they can spy on people who are voracious users of such media. I know I do. There's something about the network that necessitates a person's presence even if he or she is not a participant. (Yeah, this is why Billy Corgan has MySpace even if he can put all updates on smashingpumpkins.com -- you get the picture!) But hello, people, let's make it a bit worth it here. If you were instrumental to signing me up on say, Hi5, please, please, please, give me a reason to log back in!

my new scene

Yes! I've graduated from mall shows and have moved on to trade shows. I'm quite the excited newcomer: I jumped at the chance to visit Manila FAME last October so that I could practice for my company's Hong Kong China Sourcing Fair. Not even a week after returning from that trip last weekend and I went back again to our local spring show.

What I like about trade fairs is that I appreciate the different players in the game. In truth, my position now as a member of the press is probably the most difficult one because people view us as a nuisance, asking questions and requesting for photos, factory visits, surveys. I understand why buyers don't necessarily benefit from talking to us except maybe to point them in the right direction as to where to find information about good products. Suppliers, however, fail to see that sometimes we send those buyers to them!

One rung up is to be part of the organizers. While I'm not actually involved in putting the event together, there are advantages to being associated with the sponsor. Even at the bottom of the heap, I never worry about transportation (free shuttles, anyone?), food (hooray for lunch vouchers!), water (free EVERYWHERE), or lugging around my things (staff lounge).

Suppliers are the other key players. This seems the hardest because they have to put their game face on, bring out the best goods and offer the best deals. And then they have to keep it up for four days. And then make the shipments.

But my ultimate dream is to be a buyer. I find it very exciting to shop, not just for myself, but for a whole country, or whatever market a company caters to. It's like being A&R in music, or a program director who shops for TV shows to license. Wouldn't it be great to decide which items become available to the public? It's pretty intense too, because for the most part it's what makes or breaks a retailer's success.

There are actually so many fascinating things I'm very intrigued to learn about, and this is on top of those skills I so desperately need while I'm still the trudging editor. Materials, manufacturing processes, trends, even the seemingly little things that spell savings and profits for traders, such as packaging, ports, lead times!

Was I meant to be a wheeler-dealer? The thought gives me such a rush! Oh, that I might graduate into buyer-dom!