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.