Blog-huh?

It's been awhile since I had this problem. I have a dinner with friends tomorrow and I'm having trouble on what to wear. We will be having dinner at a place called Dampa beside Mall of Asia, then we will be going to the new Embassy - Concord (i think that's the new name) or if not, we will end up at Establishment, at Fort area.

So here is my dilemma: What to wear?

I really wanna dress up for the fancy bar that we are going too, but I don't want to be over-dress for the dinner part. Plus, its been a looong time since I went out drinking in ritzy bars. The last time I really dress my ass up was during college days. Its irritating I'm feeling this. I'm so worried. Before things like these was nothing, it was an easy problem for me to solve. So scared that I'm losing the fashion touch that I use or used to have. I even got pissed off with a friend the other day cause of the choice of hair color that I want. I was asking for advice and I ended up judging him. Note to self: Apologies.

I need help, an inspiration on something to help me be creative. I need to think of rainbows, shape or give me a some kind of Muse? If there even a counter part of a Muse for girls. I don't know.

I'm hoping that after I write this post, I'll be able to think of something Hot to wear tomorrow night.

I need a change of wardrobe.

Heeeelp!

There is a reason why I love series.

It takes awhile before it end.

<3

Owwhhhh!
Screen shot with 3GS was tricky to figure out.

I thought that jailbreaking is the reason why I can't do it.

It so tricky!

Press Home button first then, press the power button.


Accidently discovered.

GeoTagged, [N14.59501, W121.04168]


I'm a registered vote officially!

I'm not in the picture cause I took it.

Now, who should I vote for President?
Hmmmmm. . . .

Since my father's accident, tonight is the only time I feel comfortable speaking up.


I remember details about the horrifying night. The time we got the call from the car. Telling us that Dad got hit on his right arm. When we got to the hospital, the bullet went into his right chest. The torture, pain I felt my body wrapping me. I saw my father in the E. R. bed with six doctors and nurses surrounding him. Inserting needles, sticking stuff in his body, all different kind of machines were in the room. I don't even know what it is for or if they were any use. I only knew one of the machines - the crash cart. The floor is covered in blood. Not seeing him moved a muscle had my heart stop. Till I called out to him to be strong. I saw his hand moved. That was the time I called all angels to help him survived and to be strong to fight for his life. From that point, I felt my greatest test in life.


Words couldn't explain how much strenght I pulled out from myself that night. I was inches from breaking down. I was trembling with fear. I hold back my tears. I new if i burst from that instant, I would have been useless and it would not turn out to be like today.


It was a 48 hours of nightmare.
It was nothing like getting your heart broken.
It was restless.
It was scary.