Just another windy day in pampanga.

How are things shakin'? A 6.2 magnitude earthquake hit the metro this afternoon, skyscrapers might have shook but luckily no casualties were reported. Here in AC we had a lame magnitude 3 'quake' which can barely be felt, I was doing my nails that time and I surely didn't miss a spot. 


It's relatively cloudy and windy today but still ever so hot and humid -__-

Wearing this cute hooded shirt my mom gave me while waiting for my halo-halo :D

Deliverance.

The time has come, to talk of other things, of shoes and ships and ceiling wax , of cabagges and kings. I lurve 'The Walrus and the Carpenter" song, as much as I love the 1951 version I won't be seeing the latest movie at the cinemas. It seems real dreary. Now back on track, I finally got my clearance! And lookie lookie what I got signed first
 

Office of student affairs baybeeeeh! I can finally put some nail color on! Oh Joy!

Marble Marble, Losing my Marbles

Finals week is coming up! And I have'nt secured my permit yet :(, and since there's this end of term inspection by the Office of students affairs, I took off my polish 3 DAYS AGO! I usually give my nails a day or two to let them breathe but 4 days is murder. I just have this urge to put polish them like crazy :(

Lifeless. I'm not using any nail strengtheners or whiteners at the moment. And I'm too lazy for a calamansi/lime wash.

As for Marbling, 3 failed attempts aren't going to stop me... albeit it could postpone it for a while =P

Here's a photo of my first marbling attempt. 

 Hideous.

Final Farewell

Halata bang pilit? 

Can't sum up my emotions... I wouldn't be as nervous as I was a couple of days ago if I knew the entire poem by heart -___-


I did pass, but I could have don so much better. :(

Hair was done by dear Katie :3

Whew! What a mess :3

Bangs Bangs, you're dead!

I'll be attending Ina's debut party tonight and then... spur of the moment... I GOT BANGS!

Epic Fail bangs that is, I was such a klutz to tell the hair stylist to trim my hair on the wrong side. Note to self : Right = Left, vice versa.

Before the tragedy:

After the storm:

Oh... and try not to mind the toilet seat at the BG, I took these photos at the University comfort room after prepping up Kate for her performance. Speaking of comfort rooms, I just remembered how I used to LOVE having snaps taken beside/sitting on a toilet seat! Hahahaha... High school days talaga...

Prom Night

That little piggy went to the prom night, and this little piggy stayed home... for fear that no one would go with her, and stay at the bar alone... :(

It Bleeds!

Presenting my favorite polish! Elianto Grapewine! It has a really runny consistency (which I hate -__-)  and after 3 coats, dries into a thick blood red color (which I simply Lurve! ^_^).

One problem though... IT BLEEDS, through white polish. I don't know if its the Grapewine or white Art Deco polish I topped it with, but this was my last week's do...

Newly applied polish:

A few minutes later:

The white lines turned pink! :(

I did change the whole icky mess and used Bobbie's Blue Flash as a base color.

(P.S. I was making 'Connected' Paperdolls for little sis :D)

XIV: Wii expected to slip in 2010

A Copy-Paste Title entry in memory of those who I've lost.


I never thought that after 18 years of my existence that this would happen to me (come to think of it, I never thought it naturally occurs) It just proves that there are more in store for me in the arena of relationships. My heart slowed down a bit a couple of days ago, now it's dying.


Ladies and gentlemen, just like lovers, friends all out of love too, for no apparent reason.


They just grow cold, they don't respond just like they used to, and distant, they barely talk to  you at all, then gone. It's far more awful than losing a partner who'll try to salvage their pride, the good memories, a portion of the joint account savings, yadda yadda yadda...


I don't have much friends which make me develop closer ties to those I have.
I try to be there every time, not always on time but I'm always there, may it be for a 3a.m. bitter  phone-call rant or coffee shots,  or wiping puke off  the table, the sofa, your phone, my bag, your clothes  the floor when you're far from sober, or dropping by when you summon me to come over during your dying moments, or when you ask me an honest opinion about somethingandItellyouwhatsonmymind even ifIknowyou'llgetmadatme or or or... Gee... :(


I love you guys. No no no, no it's-not-you-it's-me bullcrap. I don't wanna hear that sh*t if you'll leave me anyway. Period.