My Blog.

I cannot thank Jo enough— my teeth look so clean — =)  Heeheehee!

If you’re looking for cool art materials, go to Deovir.  It’s located at a building at quezon blvd cor. recto— but if you want to buy cheap spray paint — the home depot at las pinas sells these for PhP 99-120.

If you’re looking for the premium grade vrigin coco oil, buy the "GNP" brand.  It’s pricey but worth the value.

Oh, if you’re looking for artpieces and decor pop in my house!  I might be busy soon but Pa and Wati will be there to assist you with your shopping… =)

Yip, yif, yurrk. I’m just dabbling my free internet time at school. Alumni perks. I promised to make a nice blog today but i’m just so drained at the moment—it took some time before the registrar admitted they’ve lost my med grades.   Then to the clinic — gave the student nurses some fine job locating my files cos i lost my vaccination card…i couldn’t really look into their faces cos indirectly i’m giving them an assignment… and an access to my boring med record (except for the "soft tissue swelling at the fifth right digit").

Joan’s asking me out for a group celeb valentine night-out.  Maybe some other time.  I’m too tired and tomorrow’s another waiting game at the registrar…and hiding from the dean (funny reason really)… =)

if i can only catch a jamie oliver later…smokin’! day’s saved!

If you’ve notice the strange weather we’re having…

I woke up to find myself hearing the loud whistling of the wind, as if I live up a tall building. Oh, I hate that whistling.  It sounds like a spirit haunting. The sound of the trapal when the wind passes by is like a slap in the face.  Those sounds kept on and on, and I was envious of my siblings dozing and snoring, oblivious to the cacophony.  I can hear the clangs made by the blinds as they get carried and banged on to the wall.  The same with the windows, they’re even worse.  I wanted to break all my windchimes, they’re freaking me out with their whirlings and monotonous clanging.  I had no air-conditioning and yet my feet are as cold as stone.  I wanted to wake everyone out. 

I looked at the clock—3 am.  Wow, evil hour they say.   I went downstairs, got a glass of water, switched on the cable.  Nothing interesting.  I was still hearing the sounds, and the treetops were screaming for help…

Tried lot of things to sleep.  It’s funny when you feel you’ve grown up you still get scared of things you had when you’re little.

I finally dozed of past 5 when I the sound of the neighbor’s engine and the tricycle soothed me…at least there were people awake now.