AWWWW.

October 26, 2006 at 10:21 pm | Filed under joyful girl, the internets

Thank you, Mara, for the e-mail.

From an isangsikreto entry:

Go to my LJ and check out the “she’s totally awesome” component on my layout.

Dude, I, like, miss being an LJ Celebrity or whatever.

OKAY, SO I’M OFF TO SUBMIT ANNA BERDAN’S PHOTO TO SOME MAIL-TO-ORDER BRIDE SITE. CHEERS!

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UNFABULOUSNESS

October 14, 2006 at 9:01 pm | Filed under joyful girl, photos

Look, I have photos :shocked:

First five photos taken during the Milenyo Fifth-Floor Party.

Look at how cute Anna is :D

Do NOT mind the guy with the peace signs.

Anna: OMG, what did we ever do to deserve this???

How very unfabulous :hmph:

I don’t know why this photo’s size is different from the rest. But ANYWHORES, I wasn’t drunk yet. I was just resting my legs.

:blank::blank::blank:

And OMG, it’s been ages since: Meatshop photos!

Biceps, biceps, hide your fat biceps.

Duck lips and Mother Nature.

Anna has the same smile in ALL the photos.

I was seriously drunk by the time this shot was taken.

I have the most bullshit internet connection right now. 

So I really should get some sleep, since I have to be up before six am tomorrow. I need to pack, get my laundry when the washers open at six am, and then be at the bus station to meet with the best friend and the co-worker. Galera weekend, baby. I don’t care if I’m obese. I’ve been eating the whole day (who the hell can resist flaming chicken wings???), and with the way the weather’s going, I’m pretty sure we’re gonna end up in parkas while glugging down rum and dropping Vis. Sounds like a weekend!

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Of Shopping and Men

July 29, 2006 at 2:57 am | Filed under joyful girl, technicolor lover

I know I said I wouldn’t go shopping. Lalalala, the day I said that, I ended up in Gateway— for necessities, though. Stuff like toiletries (bahtroom tissue, pantyliners, toothpaste, razors etc), orlando vacations, and groceries (coffee and cigarettes). And, umm, new earrings.

Then the other day, I found myself at Debenhams purchasing a box of denier 15 tights in black worth almost what I make in one working day. So in working class Third World words— overpriced stockings. Five pairs of them. Sosyalan!

It’s the Mary-Kate Olsen wannabe in me.

I came home a happy nearly-broke bunny with more new earrings, three new pairs of panties, two new books, and diet pills. MK, I will be a half-assed Asian version of yooou!

 

Twice now, I have willingly given up the chance to meet up with Surfer Boy. Rather, twice now, I have chosen D over Surfer Boy. Thursday night, he had invited Aa and I to Zambapalooza— an event organized by the Manila Surfer’s Association. I accidentally told D and he pulled a “partying and boys again???” line on me.

So I ended up at D‘s place instead of 6 Underground that night. I had work, but decided to screw the first half of my shift. Umm, yes. <3<3<3

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*KRSHBLAG*

June 16, 2006 at 7:03 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, joyful girl, technicolor lover

I slipped and fell on my ass (and on a puddle of water) on my way to work last night. NOT FUN. I had sent my supervisor a message that I was going to be late because it was raining heaven and hell outside— apparently, the rain sort of made its way to my floor’s hallway, too. I walk back to my studio, take off my jeans, my shirt and my rubber flipflops; sit on my bed, whip out my phone and tap in another message for my supervisor: “TL, nadulas ako waaaaah. On my way to get a cab. *@&!#$^@#^%^@$%!”

She replies with an “Awww =( That’s what I call dedication! ”

I made my way caaaarefully down five flights of stairs. On the third landing, I almost slip— I grab the railing just in time, and end up breaking my cigarette in half. Sacrifice.

Dedication schmedication. I only changed shirts and my bag, so I came into the office with the left butt-side of my jeans soaking wet. And now they’re smelly. Puh. Or I think they are. I’m not about to ask someone to sniff them for me.

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Pass.

June 8, 2006 at 4:38 am | Filed under joyful girl, personal, technicolor lover

Once again, my insecurities kept me from trying out things that I’ve always wanted to do. Last week, an acquaintance asked me to VTR for his band’s next music video. It so happens that the video is for my favorite track off of their album (‘Oo‘, le sigh). Being me (and in typical Filipino fashion), I replied with a “I’m shy. And I’m fat.”

The VTR was yesterday. I didn’t go. Another one was set, this time at the director’s house. I’m still not going.

Just like last year, when I was invited for a print ad go-see for a friend’s brother’s clothing line. My excuse was that I was too busy with school—- which was the truth. I was thin and tanned that time, just swamped with school work. Anyway, the billboard came out some months ago and the first time I saw it along EDSA, I giggled to the best friend: “my face should be up there.” :P

I need strawberries. And liposuction. Then maybe my confidence and body image would exponentially increase. ;)

On to D. He’s here, yay! I don’t know what’s up his ass, though. He’s been acting somwhat boyfriend-y, which is prompting me to act accordingly. This isn’t good, because I know I’ll end up stepping into “don’t go there!” territory (otherwise known as ‘looooove’). “Why do you have to be in your underwear in your Friendster photos?”, “Why aren’t you texting me?”, “Who’s that guy?”, “What is he to you?”, “Why are you avoiding my questions?”.

Or maybe it’s just ego. His.

Crossing my fingers for Friday night. Him. Me. Pizza. My place. Please.

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