Meet the fuckers

Click to see MY fuckers. I miss them :(

Onto my next chapter

No, it's not because of my hair. LOL. I recently have this new self project. I need to change my social interaction thing. I realized that I don't really want to be hateful. I want to be friendly in a friendly way (I hope you, guys, get that). I don't wanna be that vocal, I know that being vocal is like totally me, but I thought (I know that it's not only me) it's too ugly in my part 'cos I get to say a lot of non-sense things. Not to mention that I have to be good now, like angelic good which is totally hard for me. LOL. So, wish me luck.

For the meantime, I want to share to you, these set of new photos from my dear friend, Meloy's 18th birthday party. I must say, she had a rockin' great party! Her party was like a party of a celeb's.

Photo-booth fetish!

Names of the addicts are as follow: (left to right)
Heidi Timoteo, Meloy Macainag, Me, Camille Librojo, and Dang Andres (whom you'll see in some photos only)

Photo-booth marathon!

Is having no make-up make me the spot-the-not item here? I did my best with make-up. Unfortunately, I bogusly ended in removing it owing to disaster. It seems that make-ups hate me 'cause I hate them back in return. :(

I call it, Magic (**,)

I know, it's disgusting. I didn't know how to clean my scruffy room.

But then, I was able to manage the cleaning shit. Mouahaha! >:)

Mister Closet

So I tried sorting my closet thingees... Unfortunately, it didn't look the way I planned on doing.