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Friday, February 04, 2011

Where have all the cash gone-The Case of the General and the High Fashionista Son

Dear insansapinas,

MANILA, Philippines – During the first Senate hearing on the plea bargain deal between the Office of the Ombudsman and retired AFP comptroller Carlos Garcia, one of the senators asked Garcia to explain the source of funds stashed in his family’s US bank accounts.
Garcia at the time claimed that he could not answer because the US accounts belonged to his wife and sons, not him.


He said that his son is a fashion designer in New York. 
Humaba ba ang ilong niya? 
Baka ang ibig niyang sabihin, fashionista ang kaniyang anak. 

The excerpt of the article about ex-Gen. Garcia's son: (For the entire story, please go to

http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2009-09-11/fashions-night-on-probation)

Marc by Marc Jacobs publicist Tim Garcia, under house arrest because of a criminal investigation, spent the night in a Gucci jacket and YSL boots.
Timothy Mark Depakakibo Garcia, a 25-year-old publicist for Marc by Marc Jacobs, has a court-ordered Fashion Week curfew.
Perched on a sleek white Armani Casa chair in his apartment in the modern, gilded Trump Plaza at 502 Park Avenue, Garcia is decked in head-to-toe designer: a supple caramel leather Alessandro dell’Acqua jacket, Alexander McQueen jeans, a thin white LnA tee shirt and YSL boots. His wrists are adorned with a big Cartier gold and silver Tank watch, a Cartier Love bracelet, a white enamel Hermes bangle and a $1000 dollar large gold plated spiked Hermes cuff called the Collier de Chien.

The ankle bracelet limits Garcia’s fashion choices. “I can’t even wear my knee high croc boots by Sergio Rossi for the fall,” he laments.
Then Garcia daintily rolls up his jeans to reveal one accessory he’d rather not be wearing: an electronic monitoring house arrest ankle bracelet, code number “HGM94472.” The thick plastic black box, the size of a pack of cigarettes, is snug up against his tiny ankle. Garcia’s movements are recorded by Homeguard 200, a big black machine connected to his angular, futuristic Bang and Olufsen phone.


 “I’m sorry it’s so messy,” he frets. His good friend, the outrageously outré Manila based fashion blogger Bryan Boy is staying with him. Near the kitchen in the cozy, all-white one-bedroom apartment, Bryan Boy’s massive Louis Vuitton steamer trunk explodes open with designer duds. A white mohair Gucci dog bed, for Garcia’s five-year-old Yorkshire Terrier “Cartier,” rests under a an enormous flat-screen TV. On the kitchen table, two laptops are open and towers of fashion magazines, costume jewelry and beauty products are everywhere.

Ang laki naman ng kita ng nurse na asawa. Milyong-milyon. Sus. Gaano na kaya kahaba ang ilong niya? Kahit na may-ari pa siya ng carehome o convalescent, hindi siya mag-eearn ng milyon.


Kahit pa magtrabaho siya ng dalawang shifts, hindi siya kikita ng million. Tinatanga naman niya ang mga tao.


Pinaysaamerika

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

sarap gastusin ng perang di pinaghirapan noh?parang tubig lang n umaagos mwehehe.
~lee

Anonymous said...

sabi nga ng iba "pano raw nasisikmura nung mga yun ang gumastos ng nakaw?
"pano raw nakakatulog sa gabi ang mga yun?"
haleeeeeeer... siguro kahit ako ang nasa posisyon nila makakatulog din ako ng mahimbing lalo pangat alam kong malusoooog na malusog ang aking bank account ehem,im just being truth to myself, mahirap maging ipokrita,di rin naman ako makakatulog ng walang laman ang tiyan.

sabi nga nuon ni kitty go...
"who need a friend if you have millions?" referring to another so called fashionista aka nakawdinnaman ang perangginagamitehem.

uu nga naman,who need a friend kung kaya ko namang mag shopping ng friend with my millions?dami yatang gustong makipag friendship (at instant pa) kung marami kang milyonessesss.
yun nga lang,tapangan mo nalang ang sikmura mo kesa kukulo kulo sa gutom,devah?
~lee

cathy said...

paano silang hindi makakatulog, nakaaircon sila. hehehe

kahit tulog, ininisip ang bibilhin nilang mga properties.

ang mga shopping expeditions nila sa ibang bansa.

minsan may namimeet yong aking kaibigan na nagtatrabaho sa isang upscale retail store na mga asawa ng politicians sa San Fran. Grupo daw. Mga botoxed ang mukha. hehehe

Anonymous said...

hays,kanya kanyang kapalan lang talaga mam,ako kung ganun din katigas ang sikmura ko why not coconut,di naman ako ipokrita,siguro kung ako naging mapera e kelangan kong bumili ng isang haus and lot para lang lagayan ng aking mga shoesesses at bags oha lalo pa ngat dko pinaghirapan ang kwartang ibibili,kaso di nga ganun katigas ang sikmura ko para pumasok sa politics(asus,wala ka kamong bilyones para tumakbo) at wala akong ganda para maging kalukadidang ng mga thunders na politicians(sa totoo lang di kaya ng sikmura kong humalik sa mathunders na DOM na diko naman type bwahaha)uhaaaaa yun nalang pala talaga ang kulang sakin at kailangan koh uhaaaaa...
ang tigasing sikmura,at prestoooo yayaman na ako ng instant ahihi.
~lee

Anonymous said...

naku mam,eto ngat iniimagine ko kung ako magpapa botox at ng di ako nakukunsumi twing titingin sa salamin na di plantsado mukha sa dami ng kulubots,kaso diko rin maimagine ang mukha ko na masaksakan ng botox at
mapalpak at makamukhang tupperware o tumbler ang mukha ko sa tigas mwehehe dina ako makatawa at diko na maiexpress ang gusto kong expression ng mukha ko,at pag galit nako sa mga tao ko e kala nila pa tweetums parin ako mwehehe at pag natutuwa ako dinako makahagalpak ng tawa?awww saklap.
~lee

cathy said...

magkakasama kasi sila. Pag bumili ang isa, inggit din ang iba. pag walang pambili, uungot sa asawa. ang asawa mapipilitang humanap ng paraan.

para ring yong mga kapitbahay ko bumili ako ng piyano, bumil ng organ. Balak ko sanang bumil ng banda. kaya lang baka bumuli ng orchestra. mwehehe

cathy said...

yong ang hindi ako magpapabotox. kasi ang mukha ko parang buwan o kaya muffin sa laki ng pisnig. yuk yuk yuk