My kind of guy :)

If you’re a guy - post this as “my kind of girl”
If you’re a girl - post this as “my kind of boy”

1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?
‘pwede din PLUS points un =)

2. Smart?
hmmmm… he’s smart. DEFINITELY haha

3. Preferred age?
older than me. Mga 2-3 years?

4. Preferred height?
Taller than me. My height’s 5′7 BTW.

5. How about sense of humor?
This is very essential.

6. How about piercings?
One is enough. I don’t want him to have more piercings than me.

7. Accepts you for who you are?
YES

8. Pink hair?
as long as carry niya

9. Mushy or no?
In between

10. Thin or fat?
  Thin. ? no. HOT!

11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?
doesn’t matter

12. Long hair or short hair?
short. clean cut

13. Plastic or metal?
what’s this suppose to mean?

14. Smells good?
of course

15. Smoker?
NO

16. Drinker?
Slight.

17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?
suure

18. Muscular?
Hotness =))

19. Plays piano?
another plus point for me

20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?
pwede

21. Plays violin?
awwww… pwede ba?

22. Sings very good?
para may tga kanta ako bago ako matulog

23. Vain?
wag lang mas vain sakin )

24. With glasses?
don’t care

25. With braces?
=)

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on funshots and french fries

I KFCd myself right after my exam. I satiated my hunger with my much-craved-for fun shots and fries. I left the theatre with still 30 minutes to spare because my stomach was already grumbling in protest. I wasn’t able to eat lunch because I came to Engg just in time for my exam, and had to rush to my next exam right after the first one. I didn’t even have the time to browse through my notes before entering the exam room.

I already surrendered in defeat last Friday. After finding out how much I needed to get to pass the subject, the first thing that came into my mind was how impossible it was for me to get a score that high. So I lost the drive to study, and my brain was just saturated with too much information that it came to a point that I would stare at the same paragraph for 10 minutes, trying to comprehend it. I took the exam unprepared, and I stared at my exam paper for like 30 minutes before starting. And while I was shading letters in vain, I was thinking how stupid it was for me to go there when I don’t even know a single thing about the exam. I was regretting why I even tried.

The weird thing is, I didn’t even cry. I don’t even feel like crying. I lost the fight just like that — I don’t even have the right to say that I TRIED.

I ate dinner alone, contemplating on how I would tell my parents of the foreboding SINGKO on my TCG.

Haaaaayyy.

Bloom

My father is getting old. 

His hobby nowadays? Growing plants. He has a green thumb, you know.  We were never able to grow a flowering plant in our garden, and orchids don’t get the chance to bloom and usually wither. But now? They all have buds that will blossom soon with the patience and care my dad’s giving them My father’s getting addicted to spraying fertilizer on the plants every weekend (and i’m afraid they’ll get overdosed and die), and he can’t wait to renovate our lanai. He’s planning on getting patio cushions and chairs, and moving all the orchids there.

 Pictures to be uploaded soon

Sorry for the super ’sabaw’ and non-sense post. I’m too tired to think. I think most of my brain cells died during my ES13 exam this afternoon.