Your Birthdate: February 21
You're a restless rebel with an unpredictable nature.
Bright but unbridled, you tend to seek out wild experiences over new ideas.
People are frustrated by your great potential, but you love your unconventional life.
You're a heartbreaker. People get attached to you, and then you're gone.
Your strength: Your thirst for adventure
Your weakness: Not taking time for slow pleasures
Your power color: Hot pink
Your power symbol: Figure eight
Your power month: March
Hed Kandi last night was fabulous! I love HedKandi! I love my friends! I love LOVE! I love life! Hurrah! Hurrah! Waiting for someone to upload photos! My battery died. RRR. If it isn't the memory card, it's the battery. !!!
And just for kicks...
When I started modeling last October, my first shoot was on top of a counter top in Shangri-La's kitchen in front of all the Chefs. Not only was I incredibly shy, but the table was hard and cold and I could barely move because there was all this food surrounding me. So I figured, just my luck. I get the difficult shoots first. The next one is going to be a breeze. Well, it wasn't. For my second shoot, I had to model winter wear outdoors in Manila's sweltering heat. At times, I thought I may faint. My third shoot involved a very heavy duty fog machine that didn't always work and had me lying on the floor for like an hour. So okay, I finally gave up on hoping that it was just bad luck and decided that modeling is actually a job.
Today I shot a fish story. I had to hold dead fish like they were the Hermes scarfs or Louis Vuitton purses that I love so much.
"Interact with the fish, pretend you love it!"
Background check: I'm the girl that failed Bio because I refused to so much as touch a dead baby pig fetus piglet whatever. Apparently I failed english too, super ditz mode, moving on. I'm the girl that doesn't go to the gym because really, I don't like to sweat all that much. I'm really prissy and extremely queasy when it comes to things that are smelly, yucky, and well...dead. I cry. I cry.
It's really gross. Not only do the damn things weigh like 10lbs but they're ice cold, slimy, and they reek of ocean sewerage. So I was really freaking out when I had to cradle one. Then the damn thing started bleeding on me. I cry. I cry. I must have taken 3 showers and I can still smell fish on my hands. But the great thing is, it's over! And somehow, thanks to a wonderful photographer, make up artist, stylist, and hair stylist and my acting skills (ha!) I made it look good.
So when Nicole Linkletter was screaming about the pigeons on ANTM, and I said "Wtf, they're just birds." I totally take it back. It may look easy, but it's really not.
Anyways, for my outstanding achievement of posing with dead fish, I have officially been crowned queen Tilapia. It may not be a crown of thorns but it really stank! Like really. Each fish is individually pinned into my hair.
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Wow, it’s been like months since I last opened livejournal. Do people still use this thing? I’m so completely behind on celebrity gossip. I can’t wait to start reading ohnotheydidnt again!
I’ve decided to stay here in Manila. At least until next term. Over my recent weekend getaway to Boracay, I realized that there really isn’t much for me in Germany right now. My two best friends there, and a couple of the other interesting people are taking a semester in New York. Who am I going to go do girl stuff with? The boys are boys. And girls are better! (Spa! Shopping! Spending!) For a split second, I considered going to New York. Until I realized the city would eat me alive. (I find Manila a little too fast-paced.)
What was initially unfortunate was that I had to choose between career and college. I hate not being in school. Especially when everyone my age is in school. I just feel like my braincells are depleting by the day. The thing that really tipped the scale though was that I was set to be the ambassador for BMW’s Club-One and with the job, comes a car. How hot would that look on my resume? PR skills right there! And how hot is a BMW? I love it! Unfortunately, a week after I gave up the perfect apartment in Germany, BMW called to say the club-one event is being moved to the summer. So I don’t get my car until then. Bummer. But then I found a Business school at RCBC that starts Monday, so I’ll be looking into that. I still want that car! Well now I have something to look forward to. Four more months till Club-One!
I’m not sure what triggered this sudden good mood, high spirit attitude towards life here. Perhaps it’s just a pre-Valentines, pre-birthday high but I really hope it stays. Crying in a corner is really not that fun.
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Love! Love, love! Love, love!
September is finally over, THANK GOD!
Perhaps I'm being overly optimistic but the drama and the heartache that went on last month cannot be beat by the remaining few. The first few days of September started with the realization that here I'd be: alone for 3 months. Everyone had either left or was leaving. I didn't have much time to care in August because back then I was too busy partying Gerwin away. But when my little love pentagon turned into a quad and slowly faded into a triangle, I got pulled into a one myself.
I can't even begin to explain that one.
So I just won't.
But anyway, September was bad. It was kind of like that Greenday song, Wake Me Up When September Ends, was programmed into my head. There were days that I couldn't get out of bed. Literally. Like the day I missed the after party for the Zac Posen show because I felt really sick. Or when I coughed and sneezed all day because I was allergic to allergy medicine (like what?!). Which was followed by an entire day of an intense migraine that kept me bedridden and unable to see in light. That same night I got my ass kicked at Bungalow 8, fought with my dearest best friend and bonded with cops over an early morning cup of coffee. (LIKE WHAT?!)
Then there was the stuff that made me want to stay in bed. Like the drama I thought we had all left back in high school resurfaced. Back-stabbing like there's no tomorrow, going off behind people's back...oh and the secrets! Gotta love them. And I was there, taking part of it, being victimized by it. And all I can say is, "I don't know what I was thinking. What were we all thinking?!"
Things got really crazy toward the end. It all caught up to me. There were some days that I just couldn't deal anymore. And days I thought I could kill someone. Which were the days I opted to stay in bed and watch DVDs. Which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I had "helena" time where I got to step out of the real world and figure out what the hell I was thinking. I guess, I assumed that things would pick up exactly how I left them. And with that, my mind reprogrammed itself to having no sense of responsibility or maturity on any level because that's pretty much where I left off.
So now comes the integration of actual life here and I what I learned while I was away. I'm so glad and thankful for the friends that set me straight. Even though there are all these unresolved issues, I'm letting them go for now because it so much negativity that I don't need right now or ever really. I'm generally happy at the moment. I feel like I can finally breath and do my own thing. And I think that time is just going to make everything better.
Now that all the world cup parties have come to an end, I find myself with nothing to do.
I've been glued to my computer screen playing Text twist for the last 3 hours. Maybe even four. And I am so proud of what I have come to accomplish even with its shameful nature.
I am queen at 152,620. Typically, I'd say beat that bitch! But I'm sure, most people have lives.
I'm still sore about Italy winning. I think France deserved it more. Zidaaaaaaaaaane! What did you do?
Well, it's time to start planning a trip to South Africa in 2010....:D
Germany won 3rd place! Why didn't you play as well as you did today?? Why, Germany why?
Well, that was from the game against Argentina (don't cry
for me Argentina...)
I was so happy when they won, I was cheering the loudest at this bar Julia & I went to and Jan texted me before they showed the replay! haha I love her!!! I'm so into it. But how can I not be when everyone is so spirited! It's contagious! It took us an hour to drive down a street that normally takes 5 minutes to pass. There were around 1 million people on Kudamm today. Maybe even more. Every one honking their horns, drinking beer and waving their flags! Everyone dressed in the white jersey! It's so festive! Like Christmas with all the decorations but much more Chaotic.
Tomorrow it all be over. I need France to win. France is my #2 team! And I can't stand the thought of Italy winning. Deutschland forever!
PS: Before the Italy-Germany game I was at the street party at Kudamm and there were all these Italians so I started chanting " Ciao Ciao Italia" Then the ITALIANS were like "GERMANY IS GOING HOME, they're going home, they're going home" (singing to the Footballs coming home song) It's like HELLO GERMANY IS HOME! YOU GO HOME! I was so mad. hrthekjth
Brazil just won against Croatia (1:0) but the win was expected...and suddenly I've changed loyalties. I've hated Brazil since they beat Germany in 2002 but today, I noticed Kaka for the first time. He's so cute! And apparently the smartest player on the team. It's love!
He scored the goal.
I need to go out! I bet they're going to party tonight. I want to party with them too!
My brain is fried. Two days later and i'm still incredible exhausted. Amsterdam was one hell of a trip...if you get what i'm saying. ;)
Getting there took forever. We drove. Three 6-footers and me in a tiny ass little 2-door Peugeot. The navi-system was going hay-wire and we got lost in Berlin. Lame, right? The thing instructed us to go through the CUSTOMS building. Which was like wtf? So we followed signs, got there 8 hours later and IN AMSTERDAM, our guide became Omer who instructed Nadav to drive on the tram tracks.
Omer: Just give the tram priority, man.
Nadav: To what? Run us over?!
And right, it is illegal to drive on tram tracks. Lucky us the tram was loading. Which just about makes my second life-threatening experience with a tram. I tell you, every time I get close to one of those things, I almost get run over.
Parking was a bitch. Finding a space then paying something like 30 euros a day. Ouch. FLYING NEXT TIME. It ain't worth the hassle.
Our second day there we...
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