swim swim

My entries have been rather wordy so I've cut short my sleeping hours to upload more visuals.
P/S: Click on the gallery button above to view.

Yawn! This is really exhausting. Night folks!

from someone special, to a special someone.

As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday. Every year there is a celebration in my honor and I think that this year the celebration will be repeated. During this time there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the world everyone is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer. It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people think of me. As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years ago. At first people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did for them, but in these times, no one seems to know the reason for the celebration. Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don't know the meaning of the celebration. I remember that last year there was a great feast in my honor. The dinner table was full of delicious foods, pastries, fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates. The decorations were exquisite and there were many, many beautifully wrapped gifts. But, do you want to know something? I wasn't invited. I was the guest of honor and they didn't remember to send me an invitation. The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside, they closed the door in my face .. and I wanted to be with them and share their table. In truth, that didn't surprise me because in the last few years all close their doors to me. Since I wasn't invited, I decided to enter the party without making any noise. I went in and stood in a corner. They were all drinking; there were some who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were having a grand time. To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red wearing a long white beard entered the room yelling Ho-Ho-Ho! He seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa and all the children ran to him, saying: "Santa Claus, Santa Claus" as if the party were in his honor! At midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms waiting for someone to hug me and do you know no-one hugged me. Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe, there was one for me. What would you feel if on your birthday everybody shared gifts and you did not get one? I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly left. Every year it gets worse. People only remember the gifts, the parties,
to eat and drink, and nobody remembers me.

I would like this Christmas that you allow me to enter into your life. I would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I came to this world to give my life for you, on the cross, to save you. Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart. I want to share something with you. As many didn't invite me to their party, I will have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a spectacular party. I'm still making the final arrangements..
Today I am sending out many invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish to attend and I will make a reservation for you and write your name with golden letters in my great guest book. Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party. Those who don't answer the invite, will be left outside. Be prepared because when all is ready you will be part of my great party.

See you soon. I Love you!

With lots of <3,
Jesus

Ching-Ching! Bang!

What a week. I don't know if I can call it fun. I went shopping on Monday with the Barbie (also known as ProjectGirl, teehee.) I went shopping on Tuesday with the cuzzies. And catch this: We got beeped at Mango. Charmaine apparently forgot she had a $58 belt dangling on her arm and the alarm just had to go off as we walked out with our hands full of shopping bags. Thank goodness the guard just laughed it off. It was so embarrassing! Anyway, I didn't learn my lesson yesterday either. I went shopping with the brothers. I started the day with $75, shopped till none, ended at home with $200. P/S: Thanks Dad! Eheheheh.

I'm so tired from all the walking. But who can say no to shopping? And despite all the shopping in town, I HAD to say hello to Ebay.. and VS.. and Old Navy.. and.. .. ..

And all these will like, sort of, kinda, eventually end up in your room -

1 green cardigan.
1 ae tee.
1 skirt la-cute.
1 forever 21 cami.
1 talia cami.
1 old navy purse.
1 vs dress, 2 vs camis.
2 babydoll dresses.
2 topshop tops.
2 navel rings.
2 mango tops.
2 abercrombie tees.
a pair of hollister intimates.
a pair of miss sixty jeans.

I think I just killed my mastercard.

on the lifeline

Can some kind soul please please PLEASE donate to me some cash? I'm dying and I'm left with $10 in my bank..
Please let me live till Christmas. Or preferably till CNY.

POSB SAVINGS 207-27887-4

or

I am so dunzo.

!!

And I forgot to mention.. I have cable TV!
Alas! 100 over channels to keep me company all day long!

Yea I know, I'm such a loser..

19th

Wow.
What a Sunday. (:

I want to spend 11/12/06 with you.

how cranky

I've just got back from the doctor. A total of 2 consultations within 5 days, with no good news at all. Whatever Pityriasis Rosea is, the idea of feeding myself with steriods for the next few days is making me imagine crazy things.

This is a little of what eMedicine site say of PR.
Pathophysiology: The primary plaque is seen on the skin in 50-90% of cases a week or more before the onset of the eruption of smaller lesions. This secondary eruption occurs 2-21 days later in crops following the lines of cleavage of the skin. On the back, this eruption produces a "Christmas tree" pattern.


Its the season to be jolly and I certainly am..

but I didn't expect myself to be the Christmas tree.

bold it

Mm, I can't remember when was the last time I did a post like this. (Leeched from Wxsie's)

If any of the following statements apply to you, hightlight/bold/italize it. Then, post.

i have a cell phone.
i have friends that use me.
i am an only child.
i love dangly earrings.
i love cold weather.
i'm obsessed with the computer.
i have shot a gun before.
i can't live without music.
i have no tolerance of ignorant people.
i have ridden on a motorcycle before.
i'll be in this town forever.
i've been to 5 other countries.
i get annoyed easily.
i eventually want kids. (i think..)
i have neat handwriting.
i have more than a few horrible memories.
i am addicted to chocolate. (very influenced by Mr. Shinova)
i am an atheist.
i love airplane rides.
i love taking pictures. (of others)
i hate dislike people who are fake.
i can be mean when i want to.
my parents care about my grades. (i heart them for they know what's best for me.)
one of my best friends is a girl.
i have way too many wallets.
i'm obsessed with lip gloss.
i am easy to talk to.
i would never eat raw fish.
i cry easily.
i hate when people are late.
i procrastinate. (undeniable..)
i love winter.
i have too many clothes for my closet/dresser. (according to Mr. Shinova)
i love to sleep. (with Mr. Shinova beside me)
i wish i were smarter.
i'm afraid of flying.
i hate drama.
i bite my nails.
i have been on an 8 hour drive.
i never fight with my parents.
i love the beach.
i have never had the chicken pox.
i have gone out in public in my pyjamas.
i can't control my emotions.
i have a best friend.
i have moved more than once.
i truly love my close good friends.
i have (had) braces.
i have never broken a bone.
i hate my computer.
i love girls that play the drums.
i state the obvious.
i'm a happy person.
i love to dance.
i love to sing. (definitely without an audience around.)
i love cleaning my room.
i tend to get jealous very easily.
i love cute underwear.
i love night better than day.
i don't like to study for tests.
i have been on the phone for over 5 hours.
i am too forgiving.
i have horrible sense of direction.
i miss elementary school.
i'm a daddy's boy/girl.
i love the color pink.
i love to sew.
my eye color changes.
i should see a therapist.
i played on a girls sports team.
i become stressed easily.
i hate/detest liars.
i love the smell of rain.
i love my family.
i hate needles.
i am a perfectionist.
i always wanted to learn to play the drums guitar.
i hate the feeling of failure.
i have friends in other countries.
i know how to cook, badly. (wxsie: winks.)
i can be quite selfish.
at times, i still act like a little kid.
i have food allergies. (bad prawns, bad!)
i love to read.
i wish i were more motivated for school.
i love getting stuff in the mail. (HINT HINT!)
i have problems with letting go of old feelings.
i hate being alone. (who does?)
i love summer. (and autumn, winter, spring..)
i love the weekends.
i love black eyeliner.
i think I'm a looker.
i type with one hand.
i live in a one story house.
i wear make-up.
i have never rode on an underground subway.
i can't swim.
i have bad memories. (no more)
i go to church!
i sing in the shower.
i hate cheerleaders.
i usually get what i want. (God's unmerited favor!)
i have been on stage before.
i love roller coasters.
no one knows my full complete story of my life.
i am close to my parents.
i don't have a curfew.

***

Four days to our eight months.
Five days to his birthday.
I hope he likes loves what he's going to see..

Goodbye Guerrilla

[edit:]
Don't say I didn't blog, Wxysie.

***


Like they say,
All things must come to an end. Ashes to ashes... dust to dust...
something ends...something new begins... always moving...

Last night with the Guerrilla and I have to give it a miss. At least, I've got to spend the day with my baby and that's what matter most. (:
(Sorry Capas for our delayed chill-up, your next book-out, promised.)

P/S thanks for those who remembered my birthday and took the time to find me gifts. You are indeed the true crowd. Lovah!