confession no. 16

whenever i’m strapped for cash and the itching to go shopping won’t go away, i head to the little korean store down the street and buy a couple pairs of earrings and bottles of nail polish at $1 and $1.50 respectively. $10 goes a long way.

and curbs the urge at least for a little while.

sometimes i avoid dealing with feelings by laughing at or making a joke of everything.

well, maybe not everything… but a lot of things. believe me, this is not meant to sound all ‘woe is me’. it’s just a simple observation.

in a ‘laughter is the best medicine’ kinda way. in a chandler bing kinda way.

file under confessions. this is numero 15.

CONFESSION NO. 14

when i’m feeling :( i have this tendency to look at wedding photoshoots. not like it really helps, i suppose it’s some kinda psychological/inspirational thing that goes on somewhere in my insides… can’t quite put my finger on it.

to date, these are my favorite engagement shots. when i first saw these, the crazy in me went “girrrrrrl, she took my idea!”, but then i snapped back to reality — the one where i’m not the only girl in the world who wants shots like these. maybe it’s because the way everything is captured here, is exactly how i always envisioned it to be… the location, the retroness, the simplistic beauty.

(and if you know the photographer[s] of these sessions, you have cool points in my book. funds willing, they’ll be shooting mine.)

i love my last name. if there’s anything i’d care to be big headed about, it would be that. short and simple, but loaded enough to tell a story. as i’ve said before, i love it so much i probably will pull a lily aldrin and keep my name or do the hyphenation deal when i ever decide to tie the knot in the near/distant future. i’m also amused at the double-takes i get from cashiers when they see my ID and credit card. and my freshman year of college — back when professors actually took roll — at the end of class there was always that ONE gay guy who’d ask about my last name in reference to the store (no relation). before going to depaul there was always talk about the guy-to-girl ratio and the fact that a good majority of those guys were gay. i never noticed it more than those times when that zara-intrigued-guy would approach me after class. this was confession #13.

i love my last name. if there’s anything i’d care to be big headed about, it would be that.

short and simple, but loaded enough to tell a story.

as i’ve said before, i love it so much i probably will pull a lily aldrin and keep my name or do the hyphenation deal when i ever decide to tie the knot in the near/distant future.

i’m also amused at the double-takes i get from cashiers when they see my ID and credit card. and my freshman year of college — back when professors actually took roll — at the end of class there was always that ONE gay guy who’d ask about my last name in reference to the store (no relation). before going to depaul there was always talk about the guy-to-girl ratio and the fact that a good majority of those guys were gay.

i never noticed it more than those times when that zara-intrigued-guy would approach me after class. this was confession #13.

CONFESSION NO. 12

you know in HIMYM when marshall describes ted’s relationship to star wars to stella? that’s how i am with love & basketball — don’t judge. i’d watch it everyday if i could and the double or nothing scene is one of the best. ever.

CONFESSION NO. 11

i am horrible, and i really do mean horrible, at getting back to text messages. even worse, voicemails. i check that maybe every two weeks? i really need to cut this habit, if i get an important call one day i’ll be fucked. that would just be my luck…

CONFESSION NO. 10 i have this weird mixed emotion of joy and uneasiness when it comes to taking care of kids (despite having taken care of my nephews). yeah, i love little cutesy things like one of the baby shower gifts i got my kuya & wife (shown above), it gets me all cheesy and giddy… plus, i love wrapping presents (isn’t the winnie-the-pooh wrapping paper just adorable?). otherwise? i’m like the robin scherbatsky in my group except i really don’t hate kids, i’m just on her level of being afraid of them. they’re cute, they’re adorable, but being a mother is a scary thought [to me]. i barely can take care of myself, yet alone another human being, so i kinda question my future parenting skills. i hope this changes as i get older because i really want a family someday.

CONFESSION NO. 10 i have this weird mixed emotion of joy and uneasiness when it comes to taking care of kids (despite having taken care of my nephews).

yeah, i love little cutesy things like one of the baby shower gifts i got my kuya & wife (shown above), it gets me all cheesy and giddy… plus, i love wrapping presents (isn’t the winnie-the-pooh wrapping paper just adorable?).

otherwise? i’m like the robin scherbatsky in my group except i really don’t hate kids, i’m just on her level of being afraid of them. they’re cute, they’re adorable, but being a mother is a scary thought [to me]. i barely can take care of myself, yet alone another human being, so i kinda question my future parenting skills.

i hope this changes as i get older because i really want a family someday.

CONFESSION NO. 9

i just bought 2 more pairs of shoes yesterday.
that’s a total of 6 for the past two weeks. i have a problem.

CONFESSION NO. 8

all my clocks/watches are set ahead. some may be as little as 5 minutes, and another is set nearly 2 hours ahead (this being my alarm clock). i think the only non-set time is on my phone — although i’ve tried changing it, it just defaults back to the correct time. i find it funny i still do this whole setting-all-my-clocks-ahead mess because aside from work (which i’m always on time for), i run on that dreaded late “filipino time” anyway.

force of habit, i suppose.

CONFESSION NO. 7

yes, i am a 23-year-old deathly afraid of driving. i do not have my license, the CTA has been my best friend (who needs to drive in the fucking city, parking blows anyway!). i’ve renewed my permit 4 times and drive like a grandma. don’t worry, that license will come soon and then i shall throw a huge party for the occasion.

and i’m serious this time — actually need the damn thing by the end of next week.

if i had a choice though, i would never drive.

i did say i was deathly afraid, ok? i have my reasons.

CONFESSION NO. 6

i miss having a dog around. i mean really miss having a dog around… almost in an i’m-lonely-without-one kinda way, but not exactly. i’ve contemplated getting another pitbull, but i’ve also had my eyes on a corgie. or a king charles, which i’m leaning more towards. i do want to rescue at least one dog in my lifetime though.

confessions no. 5

95% of the time, i only enjoy chowing down on the pink parts of a watermelon. it might be because i have this thing with food and texture, and i really don’t enjoy it when the red part is all grainy and shit. getting the “right” type of red is a gamble.

pink always has the perfect texture, despite being minimal in flavor.

CONFESSION NO. 4

i’m a sucker for showtunes. probably could sing les misérables, west side story, baby and chess in my sleep! rent comes quite close.

not that chris columbus 2005 debacle though.

currently spring awakening and avenue q are cracking me up though — seriously what stoneface isn’t gonna laugh at “the bitch of living” and “the internet is for porn”?

can’t believe i missed the chicago dates, but i’ll find a way.

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