Random Rants

V Day

How was your Valentine's day? Mine? Hectic. Actually, the whole week was kkkrrrrazeee. However, I managed to go on a date with friends. It was really fun. It's just a bummer how I've never been on a romantic/something-like-that date on V Day. Nonetheless. I really enjoyed that V day dinner with friends. Friggin' fun.

Pics from my humble/cheap :) Valentine's dinner with pals:

Friends, me, and my recovering skin. Ugh.

Let's not even start on love and heart matters here. Gawd, I''ve had far too much reminiscing already. I also did a lot of hoping. Now, I'm just *trying* to be patient and wait. Whatever. Enough said.

School: 10 School Days Left

Graduation is just around the corner. It's very scary. Seriously. It's gonna be rough. I know it's been and will be difficult to reach that day when I'm in my toga, going up the stage to get my certificate, and all. Ugh. I don't even wanna elaborate on that. God knows what shit I have to go through in the coming days. Seriously. My school work are piling up. I don't even know where to start. There's this project however where we have to promote a place/tourism with the use of a window display and print ads. Our group is promoting BORACAY. I love it. And our ad campaign is called "Livin' La Bora Loca". Hahahah...Hot right? Love, love, love it. It's my idea dammit.

My Stuff

1. key to my place (main door)

2. coins/loose change- philippine money

3. mint gum- the container is from Victoria's Secret For Him breath mints. I replaced the contents with Airwaves.

4. Bench hair stick- i love it.Ii usually like my hair matte and it does the trick.

5. my ancient Nokia phone- hope to get a new one soon. This one reminds me so much of the past. And it's just not because it has a lot of memories in it.

6. Old Guess wallet- my sister-in-law gave this to me. It's battered. But I still like it.

7. pqi 1 Gb flash drive- if you don't have one of these, you're missing a lot. This baby does me wonders. All my pictures, files, documents, music, etc. are in this.

8. Banana Republic Glasses- go this in September of last year. I hate it that my vision is damaged.

That's all for now. Nighters!

Word Vomit + Pictionary

I'm sick of thinking about my face. he whole day I'e been ranting about how acne is ruining my life. It's like an ad Proactiv or something. Only I don't use Proactiv.

Anyway, enough with that skin crap.

Today, I braved the mall with my sibling and some kids hoping someone I know won't see me in that condition. We ate at Jollibee. And voila, two of my friends came there too. But whatever. It was okay. We talked stuff involving graduation and careers for a short while. I hated how this one friend of mine was beng so friggin' cocky about how she's going to go abroad. One plans to go to New York and the other to London. I got annoyed so I was like, "You're going to wash people's asses." Everybody wants to be a nurse these days. And everybody wants to go out of the third world and work somewhere where politicians are less corrupt, the weather is colder and Guess clothing is cheap.

(Photo taken three weeks ago at a cousin's place.)

Last night, I talked to two of my friends /classmates about post-graduation plans. The three of us want to go to Manila and work there and maybe even live together. So I phoned them and discussed the possibilities. My second phone call, which I intended to be about careers and jobs and our little rendezvous tomorrow to work on a project led to more stuff. It was crazy. We somehow came to chat about dates, dream habitats, our and some people's sex life, monkeys, and other stuff. I'm telling you, that was verbal diarrhea right there. And guess how long our supposedly short chit chat lasted. Five juicy hours! Seriously, it was just uncontrollable. Two motor mouths spilling the dirt on other people. Hahahahah... It was fun. I got off the phone at about to 2 AM. Oh well, the last time I talked to somone over the phone for over an hour was with that damn heartbreaker from the bowels of hell. :)

Speaking of matters of the heart, it's Valentine's season and as usual, I don't have a date. Nada. Will this Wednesday be any different and change the course of history? I doubt it. But what the hell. What comes, comes.

I have time so here's some random tidbits:

The gold shoes I bought off a part of the garage sale money. Nice? No? Whatever. It's cheap anyway.

Some snapshots I took on a boring afternoon. No that's not a hard-on.

Stuff for photography/photojournalism class:

That's all for now. Gotta go. Nighters.

Hopeless

R.I.P.

My world is crashing down. It's the end. It's really getting worse. But before anything else, let me just say that it's so sad what happened to Anna Nicole Smith. So tragic. She did a Marilyn Monroe. How shocking. It's beautifully sad however.

Back to me...

I'm dying. It's horrible. I abhore myself. My skin is absolutely hell. It's like a thousand bees attcked me on the face. It's that bad. Ugh. I'm internally falling apart. Seriously. I can't even look in the mirror without feeling like shit.

I went to my skin doctor two days ago. I had a gel peel and some facial cleaning. And you know what happens after a cleaning. Gawd. My face is just so... so... bad and awful. I have the meds and all but I just can't go0 out in public looking like this. E-E-W would best describe my condition. Why wasn't I born a hot, gorgeous, perfectly awesome filthy rich billionaire? Jeez.

That's great, I'm poor AND ugly. Gawd. And I thought I was just close to that. Now I think it's worse. This is why I can't wait to get a well-paying job and get myself a better face and body. Seriously.

By now, you must think that I'm poor, ugly AND stupid. Whatever. That will not make my bad skin any better will it? I don't think so.

I need some serious help here.

God help me.

Like pronto.

After School

Gawd, theese past days have been quite interesting. I've been contemplating on what I'm gonna do after graduation. My thesis is on it's way, or so I like to think. It's ready for the first editing. I plan to print it out this weekend and pass it next week.

Anyway, I've been freaking out on what I'm gonna make of myself after studying. I want a glamorous, nice paying career dammit! A magazine personnel perhaps? Hello fashion editors! A dedicated assistant here. Just give a handsome salary and free clothes stuff and all, and I'll take care care of your shit. I wanna go to pictorials, parties and stuff like that.

Hahahahah... How generic. I know. It's shitty but I really wanna try working in a fashion/lifestyle magazine.

So far, I've been to 2 job fairs. Can you believe it? I can. The turn-outs have been quite well. I have interviews and callbacks and exams in schedule. It's been fun going to those things. People trying to look "corporate," speaking eloquently (or trying at least), and putting your best self out there with your resume in tow. I personally find it entertaining mentally scrutinizing everyone's outfits however.

Anyway, school is still on so snap back to reality. I have stuff to deal with so ciao.

Some Things

I can't think right now considering i'm in a cafe where they charge an arm, legs, and balls for a few minutes of Internet use.

I'm here in the mall to buy a notebook.

Might have Chinese for dinner.

WTF am I saying? Anyway, last week has been really productiv. I hope I'll be able to accomplish more school chores in the next coupls of days.

Graduation is nearing and the pressure to have a decent career is lurking. Seriously. I'm very concerned. So are my folks.

I gotta go. I'm waiting for a friend.

Byers.