To all of you out there waiting for my bikini pictures here they are!
Consider this as my way of thanking everyone who voted for me :)
One thing, though. I am not posting the pictures as a favor to you, Lyndon. We are not friends.
How can you even think we’re friends after you called me a “slut”, a “bimbo”, a “good for nothing who’ll never get any where”, and oh yeah…a “talentless hack”. Don’t think I don’t know who some of my so-called “fans” are.
And if that wasn’t enough, you scare me with threats so I’d keep silent.
Now, without even a formal apology, you vote for me in the contest, make a comic strip, and expect everything to be fine?
No, we are not friends.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
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Tuesday is Cancelled
After tossing and turning in my sleep, I woke up thi morning from a weird dream where I struggled to get everyone to wear white, then black. But again and again after I finally managed everyone to wear white and start making him or her change to black, everything falls back to chaos.
I woke up with a high fever and I knew: I was sick.
Strangely, whenever I get sick, like REALLY sick, I get dreams where I try to organize stuff, like a weird puzzle or something. Even when I try to wake up away from the exhausting dreams as soon as I fall back to sleep it is only the continuation of my unfinished puzzles. And only after I solved the puzzle or successfully arranged everything into order does the fever break.
Unfortunately, I was terribly unsuccessful today. Which means it would take more than my natural system to make it break. So after a sponge bath I was finally convinced to go out and get something to eat, as well as some paracetamols. I felt better enough to make it back to the office without collapsing, since my head feels like it weighs a ton. Then I was out from 10am to 2pm, when they woke me up and started getting really worried about me.
Ranulf brought me to this restaurant where I ordered a bottomless kalamansi juice and soup and a clubhouse sandwich. Diane and Sacha told me I could still sign up to wushu with them if I want to. I said I’ll see about it after my gym membership runs out ? As I struggled to eat my soup I was shivering and had goosebumps all over my arms.
I was barely halfway through the soup when I threw up. I think some even splattered on poor Ranulf’s shoe. Needless to say I was mortified. Yep, this is definitely NOT my most glamorous feel-like-a-model day.
I took another paracetamol and Ranulf gave me his Bromhexine, because I was also coughing up a storm by then. I had the clubhouse sandwich packed up. As we walked on the way home I threw up again. After I fell onto my bed Ranulf told Mark to look for a doctor in Libis. I insisted I’m going to be fine, even when he was already out the door. Jojo gave me a mug of water when I realized I was thirsty.
He came back and said he found a clinic in the Cybermall, where he brought me. They were fast and efficient. The doctor’s clinic was thankfully warm. After looking at the thermometer, the lady doctor announced that my temperature was 38.7 degrees, and so had to make me take antibiotics. She also said that while my throat doesn’t look that bad, my heart rate is so fast it’s like I’ve been running when I was just sitting still.
We went and bought the meds and my own thermometer, because she wants me to check my temperature twice a day before taking my medications. And if things don’t improve by the third day she said I should go back to her, although she hopes it never comes to that point. I took my first dose of Amoxicillin.
Well, I hope I’m well by tomorrow ;D Kenny Rogers has this one day promo tomorrow where we can buy 1 chicken solo meal and get another for free! Wehehehe! I’m planning on Solo B because I love their side dishes! Solo A comes with only one side dish while Solo B comes with 2 :)
Right now I have the thermometer sticking out of my mouth after feasting on NONG SHIM Spicy Chicken Noodle Soup. (And no, I didn’t burn any plates in the microwave this time.) Then, I hope I get my appetite back for them club sandwiches, with a biiiiig bottle of mango juice.
(Takes out thermometer)… Yay! My fever’s down 10 degrees :D
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Friday, April 08, 2005
My boss, ladies and gentlemen. Yes, his hair's kinda blonde and he wears purple(which he insists are BLUE) shades over his spectacles. We had this actual conversation just minutes ago about my bikini contest.
Keep voting people! I'm now in the TOP FOUR! Whee! When(positive thinking ;) I win the Texter's Choice awards (ok, so I just need a THOUSAND more votes), I'm gonna post another pic. A bigger one ;)
My dad's coming home from China! Whee! He's gonna help support me in the contest :D
This is an artwork commissioned by the rap artist himself :) he now has this posted in his blog.
I'm coloring this as soon as he gets this approved, then i'll make a chibi-version. He's the guy with whom we tried out how Paypal and Xoom works :) which it did wonderfully.
He's a songwriter who composes and performs his own rap songs about politics and issues. The mp3's are all downloadable from his blog where you can also take a peek at a life of a struggling artist trying to make it in the field of his passion while getting by with the realities of day jobs, bills and relationships.
In one of our chats I commented on how we dream of making money by doing what we want to do most, but until then we have to finance those dreams by working in jobs that are not exactly in line with our dream careers, but pays the bills.
On my part, I just decide to enjoy life every step of the way, the good right along with the bad, and on my own terms. I don't give bullshit, so I refuse to
take any. I guess it's why I'm glad there are people like John Eff who are not afraid to speak out about what's wrong around us instead of just accepting it as the norm, lowered yet another notch.
We all know how we hate the system and its corruption in our own country. But it's interesting to note how different our cultures are in a way that we look down on ourselves so much while western cultures think highly of themselves, when in the end we're all basically the same. We both have problems as well as the good stuff to be proud of.
I mean, sure, go ahead and hate the system, let's rant about it all we want. But if we want things to be better we also have to do something to be part of the solution. What CAN we do? Living our lives as a good citizen could be a start.
I believe in having a good set of values and principles to live by. Yes, life's shit. But it doesn't mean we have to throw shit back to the world. The difference lies in deciding whether to do nothing about it or fight against it :)