My birthday’s in 5 days and I was curious to see who else were born on the month of March. What better way to find out than Facebook right? So according to Facebook, there will almost be a birthday every day. Cool.
Thats it. Oh. And its about 10AM right now and my nose is driving me crazy! I wanna sneeze but I’m in the caf right now and that’s freaken disgusting while I have people eating around me. Gawh! I pray that this goes away ‘cause I’ll be taking pictures today for the photo competition.
Deadline to register - Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Deadline to submit photos - Friday, February 25, 2011
Exihibition at Expression Studio - Saturday, February 26, 2011
All photos will be on publicly displayed and votes will be cast via vote cards. Each vote card will be allowed for one vote per category. 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place winners will be chosen based on results of vote cards. A panel of professional photographers will be judging the category for Best Over-all Photo. Contestants may also vote during the contest (1 vote card per contestant)
Looks like I got a busy week ahead of me. This is good. This is a little project for me, win or lose. Though, I’m still thinking about entering the contest ‘cause like I’m sure the other amateur photographers will be taking their photos with their “professional camera” and all I have is a damn digi. Sounds pretty sad, if you ask me. But I guess, I’ll give it a shot. It is an amateur contest, right? I got nothing to lose.
Two weeks ago, Angie and I were approached by this random girl who told us about this competition. Apparently having a camera hang from your neck makes you a photographer. Evn still, the girl was persistent to recruit participants. The flyer spelled “competition” incorrectly. Wtf is competion? I’m sorry but LOL. Anyway, I’m not able to go to the studio just to pick up an entry form. As if I would go all the way down to Agana just for a piece of paper. Right? Right. So I sent an email last Monday, which is easiest thing to do, and I still haven’t gotten a reply back. I emailed them again a few hours ago and still no reply. Like wtf? Really? It makes me think this “competion” is sort of a fraud. Justsayn
I wouldn’t be single on Valentine’s Day. But wtfe man. It’s just another Monday.
I say everyday is Valentine’s Day. We don’t need a day just to show affection towards another. If you love someone, you should show that affection every day.You know what I mean? Be romantic every day. Or be spontaneous every other day. No need to be extra romantic for one specific day. If it counts, Valentines Day is every day while you’re in love. Right? Right. This “holiday” is so overrated.
I cannot wait ‘til the renovations are done in this house. Mental note: Remember to move ALL the cars out of the garage while construction is happening. I seriously hate having to wash the whole lot every other weekend. Like who the hell does that? Apparently, I do.
I hate fighting with my siblings, but they really know how to piss me off. You know what I mean? Well, if you have younger siblings and as devilish as mine are, you would feel like beating the crud out of ‘em. So right now, I’m locked in my room, separating myself from the little bastards.
I am reunited with procrastination once more. And there’s an ironic twist - my final paper that is due tomorrow at 2pm is about procrastination. Hah! I am so not going to sleep tonight. Furthermore, I am envious that DOE gave my siblings a day off tomorrow. I wished my professors were Super Bowl buffs and canceled class tomorrow, but nooo.
I’ll be helping with the BBQ and all that later for my Aunt’s birthday. Eh, I was even planning to take a long ass shower just about now. I guess it’ll have to wait. Don’t wanna smell fresh, then smell like smoke and sweat and meat, then hop back into the shower. Like seriously, that’s retarded. Right?
BRB. Time to wash the cars. I hate Sunday afternoons -_- (usually)
“I think about you non-stop and you’re all I talk about. When I talk to you, I always have this bright smile and truly look happy. With one hug you make me melt and always leave me with butterflies, and at the same time when I’m upset, you’re usually the reason. But I refuse to see any flaws in you. And no matter how many people try to tell me otherwise, I believe you’re perfect and worth every second of the wait. I’m too scared to tell you any of this because I don’t want to mess anything up. And I don’t want to end up hurt, once more.”—