Friday, April 30, 2010

Tomorrow's exercise:

Friday, April 23, 2010


Whatever you write or post in your facebook account is what you want to claim about yourself. It's your identity portfolio (basta ganun!) Maski anong gawin mo walang takas. Maski pag wala ka facebook, you're just proving that you're pa-different.


I need to post a photo. This blog has become all words!


Btw, still broke. I miss not having to constantly count how much I still have in my wallet. I mean I used to be reasonable in spending, I'm not exactly impulsive see, so whatever happens I still get home with a couple of bills. But right now, every peso counts, or I risk the chance of going home with only a few peso in my coin purse. Seriously.



I have a bad habit. I use ".." ellipses. Org will kill me for being so grammatically stupid, friends will kill me for being a jejemon.


Speaking of "Jejemon", since it seems to be the word of the month, here's a hard one:

Pano mo sasabihin sa kaibigan mo na jejemon siya as in ng hindi siya masasaktan? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Thursday, April 22, 2010


I suck at fashion already. I really need Geno now.

Seriously, Geno's already mythified. His talent, quirkiness, and absolute fab-ness, we can't erase it anymore. His name always comes up every now and then, then we all sigh afterwards.

Dear Geno,

Why don't you tell us where you are? Can't we just hang out in your house and watch weird films. We haven't even partied-partied yet. :( Really, it makes me sad. :( No one to toss us girls clothes that we never knew would fit us so good. Or to make me really really really scared of wearing anything fake or too 2001.

You were too generous to be true. I mean, well, we have tons of abnormally generous friends, but you're exceptional. You bring me oatmeal for the picnic days. You tell me what brit bands to listen too, foreign films to watch, magazines to read. You tell us all the stuff about how we are all pretty and talented and amazing, and we all believe you because you're pretty, talented and amazing yourself.

You embody coolness and you know it.

Or maybe we just really mythified you. How about proving us that you're human and show yourself. Makikita ka pa kaya namin? Isang quirky character ka lang ba na dumaan sa buhay naman para i-form kami into what we are today?

Maybe you're not here because you gave us your all and we weren't able to return the efforts. I'm speaking for myself when I say that I was to focused on my life and I failed in realizing that you were pleaing for something. I failed to return your sweetness and concern.

Writing this feels like a tribute to you, as if you're iconic and historical and would never come back. Where are you?

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


Due to the urging of people from different walks of life for me to start blogging again, here I am. You know who you are.


First of all, just came from Reg's. Pasta dinner and few drinks (really minimal. So minimal, I dont think the alcohol made its way past my throat. (Exag.)) I love you friends. Lovely weather. All we did was talk about movies, music, and of course politics... see, election talk is too rampant nowadays it's already trite.

Been glued on PBB Teen CLASH Edition these days. My sisters and friends are forwarding links: how this character is so bratty, and these characters look good together. I agree wholeheartedly. Not having your own life really makes reality shows so entertaining than it really is. But all in all they're just a bunch of discriminated teens with the same goal as with everyone of proving themselves. A blah but classic objective.


MOST OF ALL, I just remembered why I'm bestfriends with Bryski:

My bestfriend is the oracle! He is ermitanyo-like without the age, long beard, wooden staff, and rat-out clothing. Nonetheless, he is all-knowing and all-powerful.

THIS IS HIS FACEBOOK: Bryan Agron. He wanted exposure daw eh.

Sunday, April 18, 2010


I hate being idle at home.

I can finish my mom's corporate identity and give myself something to do, but things are just uninspiring when you're not getting paid and its from your parents.

Dear TWG, I miss you. Forgive the absence, I am broke. Not busy, just broke.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

tipid week campaign

Isang bisyo lang ang hirap na hirap ako pigilan ngayon... Ang pagggastos!
yes, i am very very very broke more than ever because of the following reasons:

1. I got a haircut (photos soon. Vain people are annoying that way)
2. I colored my hair, which is such a failure since its as darkbrown as ever
3. I am very unemployed (freelance design works are welcome)
4. Out of town yadayadas

Therefore, the only way I can meet my friends now is if someone sponsors my public transportation fare. I will gladly bring my own baon: water and chips. Wtf!

Because of poverty, Aiwa got me to eat overpriced karekare (which actually tasted tolerable, bordering on 'nice') (Thank you lover, you're an angel). GAWWD! It's such an ironic middle class crisis.


My brain is on cosmetic frenzy. I've been eyeing Suesh brush sets, Stippling brushes, corrector kits,cream eyeshadows, and all that jazz! But i cant even afford normal lipgloss!

Although, I did get an elf duo eyeshadow cream (c/o the mother) then lost it prior useage. OH HELL! This happened with the last one too! Feels very aggravatingly annoying.

And yes I'm boring the brain slushies off your skull.


So there, a week or three of luxury abstinence. Wish me all the luck.. Pretty please. ΓΌ


Wednesday, April 7, 2010

My dad taught me the great value of lateness. In our household, 12 nn means 1.30 at the earliest. So it's great effort for me to break from this consistent tradition of unpunctuality. But atleast I'm trying (in vain).

Monday, April 5, 2010


Frankly, I can't afford anything right now. I can't get my hair colored, I can't buy a magazine, I can't have tacky signature coffee. I'm thinking about all the saving tactics possible, but I really want stuff!


I'm in a very pessimistic mood tonight.
It's doubt doubt doubt.

Everyone wants to be a model, photographer, makeup artist. It's like everyone is lured by the fleeting pleasure that is lux. Let's see, how do I grow up?

Oh, the things I want to be.