Tuesday, March 30, 2010


1. How does one... not spend?
Blew my last 1k on a makeup train case today, which turns out is too small. :( But it sheltered 60=75% of my cosmetic collection, exclusive of skin care and skin prepping and back-ups, daily, and set makeups. But you get what I mean. (Of course, you don't).

But it's actually bargain, some people sell this for 3k. And this one is sold for 1,1 because of unnoticeable dent. Personally, I HAVE NOT FOUND THE DENT YET, and it's been hours of staring at it already.

2. What is and what is not beauty:

Not beauty:


This is personalized, piece per piece customized to love my skin. <3

I CAN'T WAIT TO GET IN MAKE-UP SCHOOL. My parents will kill me when they find out how much they have to spend though... but oh well, all's this for the future. :D <3

Sunday, March 28, 2010


Morning loves.

1. Yours truly is at the moment lying in bed and blogging through her phone. Woohooey! Sigh, oh loverly bliss.

2. Am officially a grauate (along with 400 others. See you in the real world bitches!).

3. I belive i took the earth hour to the next level. Celebrated 24 hours of non-electricity in some beach not so exaggeratedly far away. I did not get the bonfire I so annoyingly nagged for, but me believes I actually got something better: improvision! Candle semi-buried in the sand.. Pretty pretty. Of course you wouldn't know, because you weren't there!!! Hihiharharho.

4. Must be off now and drag my self to places I should be in. Here's a cookie now. Mwah.

Friday, March 26, 2010

thank you

Dear Parents

I know this isn't much. What's a mere diploma? No awards, no nada. And for all the understanding, push, and expensive tuition... you deserve more than that.

I'm happy to say, I've been a fine girl anyway. Not a fine young laady... but a fine normal girl, with amazing make-up and layout skills to boot.

Point is, I love you. And you deserve the best girl I can be.


Jenni. (ugh. eew)

p.s. Thank you for the ph-ph-phone!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010


I think I need a drink.

I haven't needed a drink for months now... But right now, I think I need one.

There are reasons why vices formulated themselves. To add sorrow to already sad situations. Yes, this is my form of emo-ing.

I do my bestest not to pollute this blog with useless emo-ness, because: 1. Emo-ness is so kadirdir. 2. My dear readers are expecting happy petty blog entries about haircuts, nailpolish, and annoying people. 3. Emo-ness is very intimate, and really, I don't write down intimate thoughts in such a public blog. That will be pitiful and annoying.

But here I am, not disclosing any reason for this strange rant.

I'm just scared I'll end up alone. That's pretty much it actually. Ano ba. Ako nalang natitira, I used not to mind, but its getting to me right now. What is my problem? Why can't I just give these guys a chance? Isang mali lang, ayaw ko na agad. Katangahan ba un? Ang tanga ba? Talaga bang mag-iisa na ko??

Sunday, March 21, 2010

facebook tells truth

So here are my 5 closest facebook friends. I don't know how facebook can possibly know this since some of these girls rarely go online.. but look! It's almost perfect (except for it showed durrd instead of ji. But everyone can figure out the relation, duh.)

Aww. My girls.


So, my mom got these not so pretty pair of muddy-brown flats. I don't really wear flats. My soles are not fashionably experimental. I use chucks with everything.

The flats aren't that pretty. But they're Nine West and they hug my toes just right. And they go with pretty much everything. Ooohh mmyyy... T_T. They aren't pretty, but they are extremely convenient. Shift from the boyish too-casual sneakers to pretty-decent girl-girl just as comfy flats.

They are still not pretty enough, despite the irrational pricing.


Sunday, March 14, 2010

picture perfect

I can't help it. Sometimes I'm just in love with my friends (albeit they are in love with each other. Pf. Patulan galore. <3 ). Nic has this album saved as last dat of school ever ever... it sent me chills. There's even a bit of hesitation saving it.

Pfff tsss...

What's gonna happen now?

Saturday, March 13, 2010

I hate Mandy Moore's freaking smirk.

I hate Mandy Moore's freaking smirk.

And the fake fake soft voice. Fine... the pasty pale skin look, I buy. But the "Excuse me" voice... C'MON! Uggh!! It embodies all the fakey-ness I hate.

NONETHELESS, when I decided to finally watch the movie, my head was decided "their is no way a chic flick can make me cry. Over my dead body."

As always, because of lack of discipline, I spent two-thirds of the movie crying my eyes out, wailing out loud, and I REALLY finished a pack of Kleenex. Ow May Gawd!


Cry cry cry cry cry.

How can something so trite cause ample amount of emotional damage?! How how how?? And this, my friends, is an example of how to make the stereotypes work.

Friday, March 12, 2010

nail polish

Bright beige and rich pastel sky blue (oxymoronic as it sounds, it exists!) are the only nail polish shades worthy of gracing my finger nails. Oh and also the faceshop's late strawberry red introdruced to me by miss milprado.blogspot.com.

I tried to save today. Gawd, did I fail!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Shakespeare in love

As it turns out, I am in love with medieval movies. I am a devout of the past. My favorites are Interview with the Vampire, Marie Antoinette, Shakespeare in love, Shakespeare in love and Shakespeare in love.

I watched this when I was around 12 years old? 15 years old? AND I WAS SMITTEN. MM<<

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

You keep in waiting for life to unfold before you, when you should be chasing after it.

You keep in waiting for life to unfold before you, when you should be chasing after it.


things to do:

Watch JP's DVD
Drink milk
Submit Thesis DVD
Paint nails
Find make-up school

Be perfect.

I love you, Macc.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010


This is the closest I've gone to the much sought-after ballerina bun mess.

Monday, March 8, 2010

bones bones bones

So, I'm trying to gain weight, right? I'm almost sharp edges all over. Every bone that can pop just pops pops pops. But I can't seem to follow the major rule of gaining weight: EATING.


ATLEAST I finally found the perfect white sundress. :) :) :) smile smile <3

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

today i shall:

1. write
2. compo plate
3. re-think cgd finals. my finals sucks... so very much.
4. get out of the house by all means

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

the brain

Really, I wonder what it is about blues I love best.

Also I wonder why I always hesitate claiming myself to be anything I really am. Maybe because I'm not sure.

It's like calling yourself a writer. TWG never claims their selves as writers even if, DUH, they freaking are.

Too many ideas in my brain is killing me.

Nacario says I have to file them. It's the first actual (almost) appropriate advise I got from a human being. It's always 'mac, you think too much' or 'mac, you have cluttered brain. So cluttered I therefore conclude you insane'. Only thing is, how do you file thoughts and ideas. It's like do you have a box in your brain.. better yet a file drawer and you tuck the thoughts in folders. Can you even lock this drawer?


Monday, March 1, 2010

this actually sounds substantial ; rant


Mornings are always full of sunshine, contrary to evenings which are always murky. And abnormally emo.

Yesterday, I can remember Luday saying something of the context: "Really, if you want something bad enough, you can actually get it. Kaya nga nagsisikap e." And that being me and Louieee talking, we all know that it must be in reference to something petty.

One of the things I think I've acquired over the past year/s is I now give up too easily. Life is predictable. Really, I was a slave of thought that the coincidences constitute a much bigger factor than one's action. Like, you can't make your life... the world does it for you. It's all about luck.

But really, looking back, I made my life. And the high times are really stupid. If I were my 14 year old self however, I'd say I am very much accomplished. But I'm 19 now (20). I have to dream of something bigger. Something better to prove.

Mornings are always full of hope. When night comes around and we realize that we haven't accomplished as much as we hoped.... we sulk. Okay fine, I sulk.


BTW, I fucking freaking hate it when people act like they are freaking almighty.