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To those who've had their heart broken immensely in whatever way I'm sure y'all can relate somehow.
I hate it when people assume that I give a damn about what they think. Most especially when they feel like I'm asking for their opinion. Well fuck you all for saying that what I'm going through is nothing and that I'll be okay.
I appreciate the advice. Really really appreciate those people who just listened and never once said that "it's going to get better". The worst thing you can ever possibly tell a person who's not okay is "it's going to be okay". If you've been through the same shit, you know that while it's true, it's the most impossible thing at the moment because I'm living my life just trying to survive one day at a time.
I'm trying really hard keeping it together because to fall apart is the one thing I want and the only thing I can do but can't! I'm not even striving for happiness or finding someone to love me. I just want to stop feeling hurt and live like a normal person.
I don't expect people to understand or do anything for me because I have realized that this is something I have to do on my own. Friends and family helped a lot and I could have been in a worse situation if not for them, but it's only the loneliness, the lack of company they fill. This is a battle no one can fight for me. I have to do it alone.
I'm losing weight and I'm not doing it on purpose. I've been sick many times this past few months and I NEVER get sick. I drink every night just so I can sleep. If that doesn't work then I stay up all night. I don't like the shit hole I'm currently in because I know I'm better than this. I'm fucking better than this because I'm bad ass and I'm a good catch. Fuck, I'm a good lay!
So I'm not okay. I'm trying my best not to mess up but please just let me grieve and sort my shit out. I'm awesome, I know that. I'll get over this and move on. I have yet to find the good in this goodbye. For now, unless you're buying me drinks then fuck off.
Aside from high-heeled shoes, skirts and dresses, and wearing make-up, another skill we never learned from our mom (especially me!) is fixing our eyebrows.
I never believed in stress causing breakouts until I had them. I want to thank my miserable love life for all the blemish and pimples nobody wanted!
Okay. So since she complained about my hideous eyebrows, I asked her to fix them this morning! Took her 30 to 45 minutes to finish both.
Several youtube tutorials later, I was convinced that I should pay attention to my eyebrows: they're horrible, uneven, sparse, and just terrible. I thought I was doing a great job until I came home last night and my younger sister was at home and greeted me with:
"Ano ba yang kilay mo parang higad?!"I have photos to prove her wrong. No? You agree with her?
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| I don't think they're "higad" at all! |
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| Allergy infested human! I hate my skin. |
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| Kontrabida? No, right? |
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| Arkim and Len |
I'm posting some of their pre-nup photos because:
- The pictures turned out to be more awesome than expected.
- Chong's red shoes were expensive. She's selling them to me.
- I can never do anything like this.
- They looked so in love and happy in the photos. Everything looked natural.
- I'm out of stuff to post.
- I'm a proud bridesmaid! Booyah!
Click below for more lovin'.
In my 20 plus years of living in Muntinlupa (Bilibid), I've never seen or experienced flood that's higher than my ankles (thanks Joe for the 'ankles' and 'heels' tutorial). Anyway, I had to go to the Muntinlupa Sports Complex in Tunasan last Monday to get something.
If you're from Muntinlupa, Tunasan's one of the places here that gets flooded really bad (lubog-ang-bahay kind of flood). I only had 30 pesos that day (27 pesos was from my brother, so poor, I know) so commuting wasn't a viable option (the problem with tricycle rides is that you can't fool the driver into believing you've already paid unlike when you ride a Jeepney).
My best (and only) option was to drive there, but I don't have a car and license. Good thing we have a motorbike and my brother can take me there. So, me, brother and 1 helmet, a motorbike, and flooded Tunasan on a Monday afternoon. It was my first time to get splashed on (legs and thighs) with dirty and stinky flood water, so screeching was unavoidable (while flailing my legs and arms to make it more convincing). My brother wanted to push me off the bike to save himself from other motorists' attention. Good thing I held on to his 'love handles' pretty tight. What's worse is we had to pass by that street twice!
On our way out of the complex, my brother asked me to take a picture of this:
Yep, that's a tub. With planks on the side. And large empty mineral water bottles underneath. It's great that I don't have to find out how this is used in real life.
