Ouchie!!!!

Thanks to  a pair of defective 2in. heel sandals and my innate clumsiness, I've got a huge boo boo on my left knee and scratches on my right hand and thigh. I was running up a couple of concrete steps then... WHAM! I tried to break the fall with my left hand (which apparently failed), so that split second I shielded the right side of my face since I was more or less, going to fall on a couple of water pipes on that side thuis the scratches on my right hand.


It hurts like hell! and I did cry when I doused it with alcohol (it was quite late and I couldn't get any hydrogen peroxide)


I just pray that this awful awful AWFUL scab wont leave a visible bearing of its coming... or far more worse,a keloid. *shivers*


I don't really use scar preventing / removing ointments during my younger years but  I've used Retin A  once ( and finished up the entire BIG tube, I think) but it didn't work for me, probably because I was using it on a 'stitch' scar, it is barely noticeable though and it's only one fine white line on my palm. I really can't say if Retin A was able to help...


Do you know any effective topical scar removing treatments? :(

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... :(

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.

The Fish makes a Wish

random note on turning 17:

I feel like one of those baroque nude paintings, plump and pink, and without a doubt, nude. But unlike them, although I increase in age . . .  not in monetary value. Now I only have one more year left for my juvenile delinquent acts, and at the stroke of midnight on the next 2nd of March, it's me, myself and I from there on. It has been a great and momentous year for my social life despite the fact that I still stick out like a sore thumb with my batchmates. But what the heft . . . I can live with that.


*Blows Candles*


I want haagen dazs . . .