Friday, February 26, 2010

things I want

1. I want this ballerina bun:

2. I want to effectiively wake up at 10am every freaking fucking day

3. I want 8 more pounds.


5. I want Little Manhattan soundtrack

6. I want to attend Backstreet Boy concert

7. I want an uno. :( (INSERT INFINTE SAD FACES HERE)

8. I want to write a 25-page

9. I want the perfect beige/red/sky teal manicure. No french tips please.

10. The beach!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Possibly the final to do list of my academic life

Esthetic Paper - Art versus Morality
TXD - Prelims: Conventional, Abstract, Geometric, Realistic
Thesis- Exec. Summary
Compo - (pre: Studies) Freestyle Compo Piece
CGD - 3ds max - exer: Walkthrough, Robot, Array, Finals

Then what next?

Monday, February 22, 2010


Life would be better if I wake up at 8-10am everyday. :)

Sunday, February 21, 2010

I do Love

Masunog na buhok ko kaka plantsa at kaka kulot... I <3!

Saturday, February 20, 2010


Everytime I see that my room is freakin fucking tribute to messes of all messes mess mess mess mess... I sit down and justify it. Atleast every inch is covered with everything that defines me: magazines, books, clothes, makeup, shades, notebooks, tons and tons and tons of memories. Then I feel so much better.

Friday, February 19, 2010

morning comes late

I would have wanted bacon, scrambled eggs, orange juice and some fruits for breakfast. But the luxury of 7-8 hours of sleep just derives you from that. It's one or the other, I believe.

I am losing weight.

You know that theory about my weight being directly proportion to my happiness... I must be ver ver sad these days. But I do not have anything on my mind anyway... Maybe it's the Lolo issue. How I'm worried about him and all.

Nah. I'm beyond serious matters. It's the trivial things that makes me.

Anyway, toodalooh... Imma clean up this dark gloomy chamber I call my room.

Thursday, February 18, 2010


Quarter Past Five

Repulsed by the putrid
flavor of time wasted He droops
in bed, lashes glued on his lids
Cocooned by sheets Mastering the futile
art of turning and tossing Twisting
to find the perfect mold Time
is the universal currency It is dripping
away Mind racing around the web
of thoughts Biology ceasing to be in accord
with will The chronic disorder dulls
his skin Swells his eyes Dulls
his tomorrow The sun spills
on the corner of his bed He rises
because sleep fails again

Monday, February 15, 2010


Since my thesis is effectively over, I'm back to tackle another set of important matters.

1. =
I think my heart just droppped on to the floor.

That's the pilay guy from Glee, and how he look like in REAL life. Ooohlala. <3

Download "Dancing With Myself" by Glee Cast.

2. versus

So it's Artie of Glee, with the heart of gold and bucket of insecurities versus Howard Wallowitz of Big Bang, with his manwhore confidence and evil schemes.
thesis is done and over with. sing it with me 10x. lalalala. Hello proper sleep!


Sunday, February 7, 2010

words words words

from jacob's