I told my boss today, hey, why don’t we come up with our wishlist for the gift exchange that way we’ll know what to get for each other? And so she made us write five different things we want for ourselves. I actually spent a good hour thinking about this because given our price limit this year, I could ask for better presents.

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M asked, “how do you arrange your clothes?”

I said,

“Well, it sounds weird but here goes:

Top drawer (forgot to include this part):

Favorites + Sentimental Value

Semi-Favorites + Sentimental Value

Favorites + No Sentimental Value

Middle drawer:

Tank tops

Graphic/ Printed shirts

Solid/plain shirts

Bottom drawer:

Bottoms

Sweaters/cardigans

Work clothes

The dresses and work pants are hanging inside the bigger closet where I also stuff my bags and some accessories. No one else understands my arrangement and this is why, I really HAAAATE it when some people tinker with my bedroom/closet because they’ll never understand. Hello, face it, I have my own way of doing things.

I hope I may never acknowledge any reason why minds that truly love each other shouldn’t be joined together. Love isn’t really love if it changes when it sees the beloved change or if it disappears when the beloved leaves. Oh no, love is a constant and unchanging light that shines on storms without being shaken; it is the star that guides every wandering boat. And like a star, its value is beyond measure, though its height can be measured. Love is not under time’s power, though time has the power to destroy rosy lips and cheeks. Love does not alter with the passage of brief hours and weeks, but lasts until Doomsday. If I’m wrong about this and can be proven wrong, I never wrote, and no man ever loved.

M and I met today. We ran out of ideas about what to do after we had our semi-regular serving of tapsilog and chicken joy so we just thought, ok, let’s just go to Beverly Center to maybe watch a movie or something. So there we were, wishing for a good flick and as we stepped into the 8th floor where they have the cinemas and stuff, we saw this huge line of people. And we thought, wow, is Twilight being shown already? Turned out that line was for H&M.

Grabe, the line I think covered 3/4 of the entire 8th floor and inside the store was already jampacked. And you can clearly see all those people inside scouring and probably fighting over jackets, gloves, bags, dresses and of course, shoes. Ang gulo gulo as in. There were even guards outside and H&M already mandated that each customer purchase just one item per style. M and I just looked at each other in disbelief and felt like, hello, ang jologs namin kasi hindi kami interesado.

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One of my most sick tendencies when it comes to dressing up is that I’ll have this idea, this concept for a getup and I would always, always want to parade it in front of my boyfriend. Like, I would get obsessed with lace or peplum dresses or a nude sheath and I would only use them when we go out.

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I’ve put off cutting my hair because 1) It is quite pricey- a haircut typically starts at $15 and color at $35-40; 2) There aren’t a lot of beeeauty parlors around my zip; 3) I’m lazy. My last haircut which was a bit dreadful mainly because it’s reminiscent of a chumbawamba with a guy suffering from ED, was last April and in a matter of 7 months, my hair grew from shoulder length to Rapunzel-like. Okay, exag. Give me another 7 months and that may well be accurate.

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