payday+tax refund = baguio!
I’ve never really liked Spiderman (the movie)… for me it’s overrated and the stunts are all cgi anyways. When I saw the first movie I promise myself that I won’t watch the nest ones.
Then I visited a friend and she’s watching Spiderman 3 and saw it and watches it and again I felt that it is still the most overrated film in the history of cinema.
And then I felt it.
I am a nice girl. I smile at people. Greet everyone good morning. Always the perky girl who follows her parents wants & gives them their needs.
There are lots of things that sometimes bring me down though. Like rude people on bus and the MRT. The fact that sometimes money is scarce.. or not sometimes but a lot of times. Then there’s this guy who friggin treats me like a doormat.
But i just shrug it off. And smile & in my heart I know that tomorrow is a new day & it will be better.
Only it didn’t turn out better but worst than yesterday.
People are ruder. Traffic worst! Money scarcer. And love life sucks big time. Not to mention I can feel an extra weight around my belly. I am friggin gaining weight!
But I have to live and move on in spite of all this hassles.
Luckily I got this sideline job that can give me money and I can finally have a break. A friend and I will go to Baguio and ill have the money for that cuz of this sideline work.
And then my peecee got busted.
What a great timing.
And then I felt that the world is conspiring against me. And then it’s just hard to smile now and talk perkily to people.
And so I stopped talking.
To my parents & sister & small cousins.
I just can’t push myself to talk to them. It’s like there this dark cloud in my head that’s controlling me not to be good.
And I realized Spiderman.
That it can be real. That black seaweed-like monster is real and is eating me. And I don’t have spidey powers to resent it.
I am sad. Because I miss my family … my sister … and my small cousins…
And mostly… I miss my old self.
got this fr ebay.ph
the shades that makes me look like a bee!!!!!
i think its like 1200 fr mango & im selling it for 1000…. hmmmm….. that would pay for the transpo to baguio….
hayyyyy… hirap maging mahirap!
I call him ninong (godfather) but he is not my ninong, he’s my parent’s ninong. My father told me that when I’m still a baby he’d borrow me from there to baby-sit.
He went to work overseas and when he came back I am already a college graduate struggling to find myself a niche in the world.
He’s always there by his house gate.
And I would always greet him. Good morning ninong or good evening ninong & he would always nod & smile and would raise his hands.
Last night he’s not there by his house’s gate.
What’s in there are people. A lot of people sitting in his chair. With solemn faces.
He is dead.
And now the only greeting that I can give him is goodbye ninong.
i attended a wedding last last Saturday. I almost did not make it cuz of the heavy rain and I want to stay in bed for a few minutes more. Plus I am not really that close to any of the bride or the groom. But I have this dress that I bought from a mango sale and I reckon if I am not going to wear it now there wont be any more occasion that I can wear it…
so I dragged myself out of bed & to the church I go.
Only problem is .. yes its raining and I can ruin the dress with mud & all so I wore jeans muna & I stopped at chowking in front of manila cathedral & changed there.
I feel really pretty. I don’t often wear dress dress but this one is different… it embraces my curve (my lithe curve) and it feels good to the skin cuz the clothe Is soft and satiny.
And i proceeded to san agustin.
And I feel wee bit confident in my dress.
Went home tired but still happy cuz of the dress!
And then I saw the picture!!!!!!!
I am wearing the wrong bra and it is showing!!!!
A light colored bra to a dark brown dress _ A NO NO!!!!
And I felt pretty p naman that day…
Can you guys please invite me to your wedding so that I can correct this mistake…
I promise that ill wear a dark brown bra n…