Purple Peaches

A.K.A. My first real heartbreak. 

Kids, believe me when I say to you that heartbreaks at a younger age (teenage years) are much easier than when you’re already in your twenties. When you’re already in your twenties and already starting a life, it is much easier to destroy everything you have, and usually, when it’s destroyed, there’s no turning back.

It was dreadful.

Crying would be a part of my daily tasks at work. There came a time when officemates became tired of asking me how I was and just let me sob throughout the day. 

Too many times, I have thought of creative ways of how I can destroy my life last year. Everything was just too painful for me to handle. It was too agonizing to be at home, all alone, with no one to talk to. Also, too many times, I have thought of revenge. 

But there would be fun times too, that is when I would daydream of eloping to somewhere in Asia, preferably Singapore, starting on my own and with a new job. But then I thought, “isn’t that why I was here in Manila for? To be independent? Why would I risk of losing my job, and without a penny to my name go to another foreign land?”

Then, there’s the everyday routine where I would watch The Office every time I get home from the office (pun intended hah!). I would laugh my ass off and pretend I’m not sad. I would just leave an episode on when I get sleepy so I could sleep right through it. I did not want to have a time too silent to think or else, I would wake up with eyes that were as if stung by bees.

And then I started my short daily journal which can be found here. I put in a prefix that corresponds to the day I started just so I can see how pathetic I was being by wallowing over something that cannot be fixed. Also, I could not help to think that it was karma to the fair share of heartbreaking I did in the past. 

It was hard. But I finally accepted it. No one should really get out of their single lives without one heartbreak in their resume. It’s something that if you were able to overcome, you can and you WILL be stronger immediately after the process. 

Yep, heartbreaks can be such a bitch but you move on and become happier. 

So after almost one year, Xy accidentally found my passport after it got lost in my apartment’s mess. His wallet, I found two days after he lost it in the same apartment. 

We had this joke that if something gets misplaced, it would be forever gone. Or at least until we stop looking for it. Sometimes it’s shoes, clothes, belts, , tweezers, flat iron, even money.

I tell you, by the way things disappear here, it would put the Room of Requirement to shame.

As much as I missed them, now I have a problem. How do I watch everything? It’s not like I could just allot my whole Saturday to watch. For yesterday, I watched 13 episodes, all from different series. 

Next week, there will be a new wave of newly starting seasons of my shows. 

Bonggang-bonggang time management ito. I might have to watch some of them on a weekday. I think I should reinforce my series timetable from college. 

I know I’m not the only one with this “problem”. 

Beach - Check!
Bikini scene - Check!
Jet ski - Check!
Bar scene - Check!
Mistress - Check!
Predictable, tell-all movie trailer - Check!

It seems that this month’s ~*mainstream*~ local movies theme is infidelity. O sige na nga, infidelity and its consequences. And guess what? Both plots are so predictable, even just watching the trailer would give away every thing about the movie. 

And seriously, how many more Pinoy movies do we need to have jet ski scenes on them? I get it, riding jet skis cannot be available to everyone, even rental fees usually turn us off. It’s a fantasy to some, but do we really need to see it every time in movies? Or is this part of a movie formula that scriptwriters have to follow?

Note: You may wanna view this post from here as the embedded videos will not load on your dashboards for sure.

My Neighbor’s Wife

No Other Woman

It depends on what area. Though, I’ll only be speaking for myself regarding the following. For my eyebrows, threading; for the bikini area, waxing; for the kili-kili, plucking; for my legs, shaving using Veet.

Ask me anything

Whenever things go ridiculously happy and smooth between me and my boyfriend, I always brace myself for a bumpy road ahead. I always have and I always will.  

There was only one instance when I let my guard down. True enough, I got hurt like hell.

I’ve been spending a huge chunk of my salary on food and taxi rides lately that I have not shopped any clothes, shoes or makeup. Last time I bought clothes was this August, but that won’t really count since I only bought costumes for my performances. None of which I could wear in the office. (Read: Cropped tops)

You ask, “It’s food! It’s a necessity, right?”

I say, “it isn’t healthy anymore when everything you eat have all been store bought/delivered.” 

The only chance I get to eat a real home-cooked meal is when I spend my weekend at Xy’s but I really haven’t been there a lot lately so it’s been Jollibee, McDonald’s, Chowking and Shakey’s for me.

As for the taxi rides, erm, it’s just my laziness to commute that I’d rather spend my hard-earned cash than to sweat by walking a really far distance to the jeepney stop. 

So now I have made an agreement with myself to allot luho fund for other stuff that I actually need for work like clothes, shoes or makeup. It’s not even luho. I’m not talking about hauls here, just one-piece-per-month buys.

Also, I have to start cleaning my apartment so I could cook again. Since my cute fridge got busted, I stopped cooking, and then eventually stopped cleaning my kitchen. Basically I’m just living in a landfill right now, just like in college. Even my boyfriend already tolerates this junkyard I’m living in. He got tired of helping me clean up that he now embraces my filth. This is bad. This is not what I want in my life, and therefore, it must stop. *chos, drama!*

A quick way out would just be looking for a new apartment but I still haven’t found one. There’s this area near Rockwell where my godsister rents. The area looks really nice but I wish there were vacancies. 

And no one would really read this crap. Terrible writing. Incoherent statements. Even I won’t read this far. I could probably say lewd things here and people would not care. Hah! 

Add me on Facebook and let’s play Survivor World. Pretty please!!

Or if you’re here in the Philippines like me and has a US-based internet proxy (*ehem* officemates), you guys can play too. 

Like what I said on Twitter, I can’t finish the missions that require tribe mates. As much as I want to, I don’t have the luxury of paying 250 Pesos per Survivor All-star (Boston Rob, Ozzy, etc) to be my tribe mates.  

So this is how it feels like having no friends. T_T

Seeing the Elizabeth Olsen post in my dashboard made me think, “Ha? Elizabeth? Siya yung twin sister ni Jessica dba?”

Then I remembered that I was thinking about Sweet Valley books and that Mary Kate and Ashley have a younger sister.

I came to the office wearing my cute dress, even got complimented by Case that short dresses suited me.

Little did they know, I stained my dress like someone in her puberty years during high school would. Of course, my dress’ print camouflaged the blood stain but still.

Also, I forgot to put on deodorant after taking a bath this morning. Turns out, there was nothing to worry about even after minimal sweating.

If not for this apartment of garbage, this would have been a perfect day.

Note: One of these statements is false.

divinemlee:

BRB drooling.

I’m like a wide-eyed kid in a candy store.

Add me up! Username: GoldWitch49

After eating lunch, I am now munching some junk food I bought from 711. Iba talaga ang nagagawa ng sweldo!