i find it hard to blog these days. things are better off said than typed. but when it is said, its never constant.
the past 3 days were tiring, emotional and special.
its never bad to walk. unless you're wearing your 2 inch stilettos and have to walk the streets of divisoria. good thing i was wearing my chucks then when teta and i went there for the second time this week. we did glue ourselves at 168 to avoid the sweaty people and well ofcourse aircon > humid air of manila.
paskuhan was quite boring. who am i to comment on this? we actually placed our butts on the grass in front of the pavs. annoyed ourselves with the emcees who kept on talking nonsense. the sight of a group of fag cross dressers wearing their ultimate teta shorts, highcut boots and pink skinny jeans with matching cowboy bolero vests entertained us very well. the fireworks were incredible. good thing i didn't bring my tripod with me or else i wouldve missed it cause i was too busy peeking at my lens.
dramas dramas dramas.
someone made it extra extra special. i knew it would be perfect with its imperfections. i cried two times. :) it was cold and hot at the same time.
btw, as always, globes signal was fucked up third time in a row. that's why i hated paskuhan. the thing i loved about it though is when fate just brings you all at the same place without the help of cellphones.
a bunch of weirdos were together for the night. i did sleep well.
someone got drunk seconds after a shot of el hombre. jeez! LOL!
i spent most of my yesterday at the hospital. poor durrrd. get well soon. got home the usual time. good thing 'rents werent there yet. no sermons.
tangina! im piled up with plates. gotta finish it all before heading off to hongkong. RAWR!
i'll miss you, loves. :)
I'm Nica. Age 20. A Fine Arts student, Photographer, Company Artist and a full time blogger. I'm pretty sure you know what I blog about (for the avid readers. ofcourse!).
I blog about absolutely anything I could think of and dears, sorry in advanced. Most of them are non-sense. I have a love-hate relationship with cab drivers. I procrastinate a lot. And I love like a hopeless romantic.
