My Horoscope

X'mas never endz!

this pic reminds me that x'mas never endz! hehehe.. wala lang.. actually im sick! may ubo,sipon tsaka lagnat! im here whole day and whole night in the room.. watching tv all the time.. and used the laptop of my father to surf in the internet, so that i wont get bored.. but still its sooo boring.. as in! kakapoy aning masakit oi.. "how i wish dady hervz was here" hahaha.. oh well.. "he will come" later.. hehehe.. =p

so why this pic reminds me that x'mas will never endz? wala lang.. coz my dres here is red.. hahaha.. its one of the color sa x'mas.. ngek?? anong connect?? hahaha.. ahhhh basta! this pic kasi was taken in the month of DECEMBER and this pic serves as that i have to continue my life evenduh i know! so many "pasakit" na nahitabo this year and in this x'mas.. i know GOD is just always here in me.. guide me and support me.. i just thank that i have my family who always dr if i need them.. and oh!! ofcrse!! my dady hervz! hehehe.. who always gave me hope to continue my life and never stop dreaming..

compare and contrast

compare and contrast!

hehehehe...

walang magawa sa buhay! hahaha.. December 23, 2007! we're in the city.. looking for a nice dress and giffs for our love ones.. this pic is just an example sa "paghanap-hanap" ng nice clothes.. we both dont know whats nice and what to choose.. is it the pink or the black? help me and my sister choose the better and nice one! its not that expensive pero magandang quality naman! this pic was taken in "metro surigao" the one and only shopping store in surigao.. hahaha!

Merry Christmas to all of you guyz!

i was shock!

i was totally shock with these SEXY images of this fat chic..

gLAd shE didnt cOnvinCed mE thAt mUch,,




SHE COULDVE BEEN THANKFUL WITH HER OWN SKIN,, but seeing thEse real pix without this 'liquifying' effect on her..i wont be as thankful either.

-cheez-

mah barbie feet

its mah feet! it looks like a barbie feet.. hehehehe.. (ambixosa aq!) i like this shoes so much.. nindo na unta oi! naa lay "band aid" ang usa ka tiil.. hehehe.. :-D

it was an old pic naman ni oi.. i took this pic bcoz im kinda bored sa klase.. kaya ayon.. pic lang ng pic until the teacher will dissmis us nah! hehehe.. its so boooooring kasi eh.. i think health economics naq ni na klase.. and my classmate macarine saw me na nag pic pic lang.. so she said nah "picture picture rakaw huh! klaru gajud na taglaay kaw" ayon! yon and sinabi nya.. hehehehe.. and then mga taod2.. yepeeeee!! manguli nami.. mao to ang nahitabo.. a day with a boring day! ngek! sakto bah? hahahaha.. ay oo! ayon nakita q.. this pic was taken last nov. 27, 2007! hehehehe.. hapit nasad mag 1month.. cge til' my next post.. ciao!

nail polish by my sis

made by my sis..! shes kinda bored.. thats why.! hehehe.. ^^ actualy my mom hates it bcos it looks like "witch" hahaha.. but its cute noh! bagay nga eh! hahahaha.. im just kinda bored.. post and post lang.. Merry Christmas to everybody!

Shopping

when shopping (for clothes, shoes, bags, etc.) always look for three things..

1. style - does it look good? is it too daring? or too boring? does it fit you? is it too small? or too big?

2. price - is the price just right? could you get the same style for a lower price in another store?

3. quality - is it of poor or high quality? yeah it's cheap but will it last?

Christmas is coming

Christmas is coming.. weeeee!! hehehehe.. Merry Christmas to all.. see that Cristmas tree?? and the gift? heheheheh.. woooow!!! the big one is mine... hahahahaha...

have a nice christmas guyzz... take care to all.. don't forget my gift hah? hehehehe..

til' my next post...

-cheez-

The LasT LEaF

"just wanna share with u guys ds short story.. i really like this story.. "

In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account! So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a "colony." At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio. "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; the other from California. They had met at the table d'hôte of an Eighth Street "Delmonico's," and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted. That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers. Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown "places." Mr. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. But Johnsy he smote; and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house. One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, grey eyebrow. "She has one chance in - let us say, ten," he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer. " And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?" "She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day." said Sue. "Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?"

"A man?" said Sue, with a jew's-harp twang in her voice. "Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "Well, it is the weakness, then," said the doctor. "I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten." After the doctor had gone Sue went into the workroom and cried a Japanese napkin to a pulp. Then she swaggered into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. Johnsy lay, scarcely making a ripple under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. She arranged her board and began a pen-and-ink drawing to illustrate a magazine story. Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature. As Sue was sketching a pair of elegant horseshow riding trousers and a monocle of the figure of the hero, an Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside. Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting - counting backward. "Twelve," she said, and little later "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then "eight" and "seven", almost together. Sue look solicitously out of the window. What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away. An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling bricks. "What is it, dear?" asked Sue. "Six," said Johnsy, in almost a whisper. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now." "Five what, dear? Tell your Sudie." "Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?"

"Oh, I never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with magnificent scorn. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl. Don't be a goosey. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building. Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self." "You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another. No, I don't want any broth. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too." "Johnsy, dear," said Sue, bending over her, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow. I need the light, or I would draw the shade down." "Couldn't you draw in the other room?" asked Johnsy, coldly. "I'd rather be here by you," said Sue. "Beside, I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves." "Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as fallen statue, "because I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves." "Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner. I'll not be gone a minute. Don't try to move 'til I come back." Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo's Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along with the body of an imp. Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe. He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising. He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above.

"its quite so long.. hehehe.. ders still part 4, 5 and 6.. ill continue posting tomorow.. hope u like this story.."

he's back??

i just love this guy so much.. hmmmmm.. yeah! mis understanding lang 2 namu.. hehehehe.. kapala away sad toho naq! ayay!! hehehehe.. gahia pajud q ug ulo.. pero now? hmmmm.. good girl na kaau q.. hehehehe.. i love you so much dy.. mwahhhh..

the pimples.. O_O

look ohh?? hehehehe.. its me.. yaaakkkiii kaau bah!! grabe na pimples.. hahahaha... well!! maybe bcoz?? cge q study mao na nidahan aq pimples?? hhahahaha.. OHH NO!!! its not the reason.. wala lng.. its natural algn talaga.. hahaaha.. ayay!!! nonsense napud ning aq gi post2 dre oi.. actually!! dapat q magstudy now kay prelim namu.. kaso lang kakapoy tuon oi.. hehehehe.. so wala lang.. post nalng q dre.. thats all thank you..! hehehe.. ^___^

-ChEEzZZzzz-

kinda bored... O_O

• how was your week?- well.. ok lang.. its just an ordianry week for me..
• masaya ka ba?- i choose to be
• anu ang naging whereabouts mo thisweek?- houz.. houz.. houz..
• las t place you went shopping?- gaisano butuan? hahahaha.. kaluja sa surigao..
• biggest regret this week?- hmmmm.. so far wala ds week.. basi next week.. hehehe..
• are you in love?- i'm in love with myself.. and myfamily.. and friends.. and to my daddy herve.. =)
• your weakest trait?- i'm lazy.. pero i try not to be..
• pinaka nagpapatawa sayo?- my self... ^_^
• good things that happend to you this week?- wala man.. as what i said.. this week is just an ordinary week.. so when good things happend to me.. its not an ordnary week na.. hehehe..
• bad thing that happen to you?- read it above.. =p
• what do you want to do right now?- eat.. eat.. eat.. im hungry.. hehehe..
• sino gusto mo pasalamatan??- Thank you God..

short vacation.. ^__^

look oh?? hehehe,.. its me.. and the lil cute girl beside me is my cuzin lisbeth.. hehehehe..

wala lang gud.. just wanna share with u ang short vacation namu sa leyte.. there's no sense at all.. hehehe.. 99% saq gisulti kay way sense,, hahaha.. so wala lang.. just leave a comments and tell how boring my blog is.. heehehehe..

anyways.. now palang me naka pag post kay nawala man gd ang internet namu for about 2weeks.. yeah..!! 2weeks.. gosh! kagrabe oi.. ehehehe.. dugay2 jd q wala maka internet bah..

cge until here nalng asa.. til my next posst..

-cheez-