Vegas slip :)

the sister :)
at treasure island.

was thinking of andeng!
the beatles right behind us.

only four of us.
i wonder what that spot thing is.

Ayah will always be Ayah. haha
i'm wearing pants, mind you.

imagine she allowed this to happen?

im supposed to be a minor!


guess i was lucky :)

..i got to play!

..a weird HIGH

my dutymates would have a heart attack if they'd find out about this. i had a weird high..... right after i jumped off the bed (not literally), i had the urge to d.a.n.c.e! i just like stood still, pondered the thought of whether or not i should feed my insanity ... and then i said, WTF? there's no one here to kill from shock! i say, limewire, here i come!

now, if i may, i'd give you my most recent playlist. HAHAHAHA. (im not even sure if i got the titles and artists right. limewire can be shitty. will tell you 'bout it in a sec. and im too freakin' lazy to go check.)
(1) kiss kiss.
(2) bartender
(3) love in this club
(4) shortie like mine
(5) run it!
(6) smack that
(7) sexy back
(8) 'Lil love

i figured not to write the artists in case i had them wrong. i dont wanna embarrass myself more than i should :) BWAHAHA. i was thinking of my dutymates while doing the search. i kept on picturing them dancing to these songs. i wouldn't have had even ONE song if it wasn't for them. seriously.

about the shitty limewire.....or maybe not... haha.. nahhhh.. nevermind.. lemme suffer alone..

i am sooooo gonna get myself more jackets... just hope my mom would allow me to have more.. she thinks i already have too much.. i can never have enough! i cant do without jackets. it's a need, not for fashion, but for survival! OA!!haha but seriously! you cant believe how much i cant stand the cold....like really!

..a sicko

i am of course referring to myself.. if there's nothing wrong with my head, it'll be my eyes--or something else. What could the something be again? It's my bloody nose. Like literally.

It's been bleeding. Again. The last time i had problems with the temperature (too cold for my nose's liking) was in fourth grade. Like i almost bled to death! Doctor said my nerves are too thin. That's it. My mom figured to never turn on my AC to a level that would make 'kim's nose bleed.' bloody hell. what is wrong with my genes?

glaucoma. that's the worse. medications forever.
migraine. need i elaborate just how painful migraines can be?
bloody nose. it's inconvenient. like really.

i hope the list ends here.

i know i have problems with sugar, but pls! dont give me DM. as sick as this may sound, but i've always wished for sweet amnesia to come rescue me. can You give me that instead? (looks up and smiles hopefully.) it's like the most creative escape i can have. i'd just have to re-orient myself with everything and everyone! That'll be cool, right? -haha fine fine. it's sick. what can i say? i'm a sicko. like literally.

i need a pen.

i need a pretty pen.. i need to start writing nonsense. the combination of 'i cant sleep' and 'laptop 24/7' is not helping my eyes and my head. haha. plus, i keep forgetting my meds. i hate qaysir's phone. the 'clock' part i love and hate. i love that it shows me the phils time but i hate the fact that it's SLOW. like it'll show me the thing like five seconds after. -yes. i am very impatient.

im going to disney tomorrow! yey! the only sad part is, my sister is not arriving 'til the 22nd. that's VEGAS night for US. Staying there for two nights. i cant wait to see the LIGHTS!

everyone's going to think IM so shallow 'coz i cant wait to go to hollywood! haha walk of fame here i come!!

i need a list. this will NOT be THE LIST. it's just A LIST.
(1) a black jacket. because surprisingly, i dont own one.
(2) another white jacket. because someone ruined my favorite nike jacket.
(3) bags. one messenger bag and....
(4) a pretty pen with a pretty ink. and a pretty mech pencil.
(5) another notebook. it's an obsession. im sorry. haha
(6) chucks. highcut. color? undecided.

the wish list. farfetched.
(1) laptop. darn.
(2) a pretty mp3 player.
(3) wii (HAHA)
(4) camera
(5) a bike : haha i love this neighborhood. a bike would make me happier. haha
(6) i wanna take home lots and lots and lots of bacon (it's turkey, if you must know.)

and now, i call this the estupid list. jowk!
(1) pasalubongs. haha pag may matira sa pera KO, why not? haha

i've been using the word PRETTY so much i no longer know what it means.

body clock screwed.

it's been ??? since i've got here, and still, i can hardly keep up with THEIR clock..
at five in the morning, im still up and kicking.
makes sense really since 5am here would mean 3pm in the Philippines.
so when i get to finally sleep, i'd wake up two hours after.
just like taking a bloody nap.
bloody hell.
makes sense if i was HOME. but im not.
i've had three migraine attacks since i've been here.
not having my sweet dolcet with me is pure torture.

blaahhhhh

white f.LAP.py clouds

and now my page features flap.

for an unknown reason, my mother has been asking about her.

my second night here: (at 3 in the freakin' morning)

kiemy's mom: have you called lap? (yeah surprise surprise she calls you lap too!)

kiemy: (sounds really freakin' surprised) No. WHY?

kiemy's mom: so she'd know you're here na.

kiemy: why wounldn't she know? she knew i was leaving.

end of conversation.

and lastnight (at 5 in the freakin' morning)

kiemy's mom: so did you email lap?

kiemy: (eyes bulging.) noooo. why??

kiemy's mom: why not?

kiemy: if you should know, she's not fond of the internet like i am. im pretty sure i wont be hearing a word from her until school starts.

end of another weird conversation.

and then TODAY! while chatting with my sister SHEL.

and my DAD. (i could hardly believe what i was reading!)

and now i copy-paste

Sheila: chat kyo ni lapis lagi?

Kim: why is everyone asking about lap?

Kim: no.. we havent talked since i left

Sheila: wla lng keber b..

Sheila: keber!

Sheila: sbi ni pah she must be gud daw otherwise di k nya pahiramin ng cp..

Kim: she is....

so tonight, im going to introduce my other friends to my mom c/o friendster.

see you november 3 lap.

as if you're gonna see this.

dressing rooms make me wanna pee......

Beverly Hills.

I actually went SHOPPING today.

Well, I would define it as shopping, but I’m pretty sure my sisters would call it GRABBING. (+snickers+) I wouldn’t have gone inside that store (because I know my sisters would have a panic attack if they see me ATTEMPTING to buy myself anything that are NOT JACKETS or anything that fits that department) but I had no choice. If I didn’t shop tonight, I’d be left with nothing to wear for the rest of my stay here. Stupid (rather lazy) me didn’t pack well. I ended up forgetting the important things: Like PANTS!

It gives them (my fashionable sisters) nightmares. The horrors they go through to have to watch me grab something from the racks and then immediately pay for it. (GUILTY!) The moment we got home, Mother dearest asked me to wear everything from tonight, and with a heavy heart, I obeyed. So girls, breathe. Everything fits nicely. And no reason to panic, really. They were not for any of you. I’ll be waiting for Ayah so she could do the shopping for the rest of you. I know how much you’d hate me if I buy something that will NOT FIT. Once she arrives from New York, I would give her the honor of shopping even for myself. I’d be eternally grateful. You know I would be. :p

ooops?

kittkiempau.

girls! im sorry!! i would have texted you both kaya lang nung nagpalit na ku ng phone (qaysir's nice phone) wala ung contacts ku! si lap and jared (akalin nyo!) lang ung natxt ku.. for one, si jared kasi NAGTEXT. twas a reply. si lap kasi number nya lang ung memorize ku! memo ko ung sun mu kitt, not your globe. kaya aun! i told lap naman to tell you both na nawala ung contacts ku kaya di ku kau ntxt :( sorry!!

having a jurasic phone makes me an ENGOT for really nice celphones.. nayon ku lang nadiscover panu makita ung contacts from my simcard. And......yung roaming ku naman, ilang araw pa daw sbi ni cess... i'll let you know once it's activated.

it's a pen drooling all over a nice paper.

the thing. my thing.

After ONLY two cans of mountain dew, my head started throbbing. Now, if mountain dew can do this to me (plus an unfriendly amount of junk junkies), I wonder what coffee can do to me... Like really, two cans of mountain dew? Just how pathetic is that?

I didn’t realize I was going to have another migraine attack until I saw myself doing this thing with my face. See, before my head would actually start killing me with the pain, my face would go numb. I would try moving my facial muscles (inserts kiemy’s facial exercise here), for like good ten minutes, before I’d realize I need to take my sweet Dolcet to knock me out from the pain. Last night was different though. Instead of being dysfunctional (like I always am whenever I get these headaches), my head kept writing! It was……..energizing. I actually saw the words in my head, saw myself scribbling the words on the blank pages of my sketchbook and even saw myself DRAAAAAAAAAW. It was like I had a HIGH. Except I didn’t take anything. I was literally unmoving, frozen to my spot, afraid that any movement or whatsoever, would make all the ideas disappear. That was a good thirty or so minutes—before my head remembered it was actually HURTING.

Bloody hell, where are my eye drops? (Alphagan is alright. Betoptic, on the other hand, stings. Gimme 10 minutes.)

I hate thinking I’d have these medications my whole life. 3 months and still I FORGET.. I need constant reminding, only NOBODY, not even my mom, remembers. LOL. So much for afraid of going blind.

Speaking of blindness… I didn’t get to do ANYTHING productive on my 13-hour flight. I couldn’t shake the feeling off. I’d close and rest my eyes whenever I feel weird, and then I would end up sleeping for like 30 minutes… then jerk back to wakefulness without opening my eyes, afraid I’d see only darkness. That was stressful. Like really, really stressful. I’d take the EK ride (that I hate so much) anytime!

..and the problem with me? Everyone who comes to the US do a lot of peso-dollar converting. I DON’T. I ended up with a Php 400 worth of ordinary looking sketchbook, that I’m not even certain what to do with. Since I don’t have even an ounce of an artist’s blood in me, I’m sure I would be putting good money to waste with my nonsense. It's going to be another pen-drooling episode in my very dull life.