I've stopped splurging for a short while (two weeks?), but when I'm out again with my sister who is trying to find some clothes for herself, I can't help but grab deals that she picked out for me (she likes me to model clothes for some reason). Now that summer is over, so is my wardrobe overhaul for that season. We're heading into fall so now I'm ( Read more... )

As usual, arguing with parents (mom in particular) everyday. No surprise there. Topics go through revolving doors and come back up again. Today, it was us three vs. her about enjoying life vs. not enjoying life. She harped on us for sleeping past midnite, dad said that past-midnite is the only time he'll get peace and quiet because during the day ( Read more... )

Third time I stepped into a club in my life, all done just before my 30th year looms. If I had to count the times I've passed this "rite of passage," it can only mean one thing: I'm such a dork. Trying to build my tolerance up is one thing, coming out of my cocoon is another. I'm hardly the social butterfly. I usually sulk and smile in a corner. ( Read more... )

There are approximately 63 days left before I turn the big three-O. Looking at my pace, I don't think I'll be able do anything of significance by the time I reach that day. I've given myself 10 years since I was 20 to find a "soulmate" of sorts, not that I really believe in the concept. But I'll play along romantic lines if it need be. So far, I ( Read more... )

I had another dream last night. It started out with me, the pig & his mistress sitting on a cafeteria table, them beside each other, him facing me. The conversation went sort of like this ( Read more... )

Oh I forgot. The other day, I bought two career skirts at $5 each, totalling $11.50 (tax inclusive). And also a short-sleeved turtleneck at $11.49 (tax inclusive). Grand total of $360.02 (tax inclusive). Using all my dirty money for 13 tops, 10 bottoms, 1 jacket, 1 dress, 2 prs. of shoes isn't so bad. What kills me is spending $140 approx. for ( Read more... )

I have a sore throat, feeling sick, but in spite of that, I'm happy. Even though I have to do errands, clean the freakin house, do tons of tedious house chores, I think that no problem of mine is as big or crucial as compared to the world of hunger and strife, to those of orphans, of abused kids, battered women ( Read more... )

I'm trying to live up to one of my alter egos: the happy bunny/the bouncin' bunny. This morning I woke up, I felt 10x better than when I slept. I did my "I'm-hurt-he's-moved-on-faster-than-a-speeding-bullet" fix, and replaced it with "I'm-happy-he's-moved-on-faster-than-a-speeding-bullet" pill. I saw it coming. I sense stuff. Well, in cases like ( Read more... )

I can't wait for this week to be over. I spent most of it crying. For so many reasons and for the same old ones. I was walking the mall just yesterday, trying to get my mind off things. I didn't want to stay at home and be even more depressed and so I wandered. But somehow, as I passed by each store, I kept remembering what the pig and I bought ( Read more... )

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