the missing link
let's talk about family and by family, i mean family you don't get to see regularly and need to invoke the power of facebook in order to know they exist.
i stalk them a lot. second cousins of my age who i don't get to bond with, who study in the same university as i do or the other university nearby or the other university at the southern end of mrt 3, they're on facebook and damn they are so posh. they look like ladies who get mani/pedi regularly, shop for new wardrobe constantly, and fix their tresses like they're on tv. in other words, they're everything i'm not.
i'm turning twenty and i cannot get myself to beautify my nails. i'm onto my second decade and i cannot leave the tshirt and jeans combo behind (i also consider how i'd look like in shorts or skirts btw, conclusion: ewww). i'm so old and i still don't know how to comb my hair.
i'm like, WHAT UP? the world has left me behind. i'm like a pikachu that refuses to become a raichu or a squirtle that cannot be a wartotortle. and this is not good, because as ladies around me evolve (aka dress better and take care of themselves more), they look more youthful and more beautiful, the stagnant me, unfortunately, turns into an oldy. like wth, i look like an old person and i get that comment a lot (prof? manang?)
ugh. i am so annoyed. what do i do? i'm like yay! go shorts, but wait that's so not me. or go dress! hell no, i'd be like uhm yes!
i know in my hypothetical heart i'm not bound to please anyone, but please, i want to please myself even just by taking away the manang vibe, i'd really really be 200% happier.
i stalk them a lot. second cousins of my age who i don't get to bond with, who study in the same university as i do or the other university nearby or the other university at the southern end of mrt 3, they're on facebook and damn they are so posh. they look like ladies who get mani/pedi regularly, shop for new wardrobe constantly, and fix their tresses like they're on tv. in other words, they're everything i'm not.
i'm turning twenty and i cannot get myself to beautify my nails. i'm onto my second decade and i cannot leave the tshirt and jeans combo behind (i also consider how i'd look like in shorts or skirts btw, conclusion: ewww). i'm so old and i still don't know how to comb my hair.
i'm like, WHAT UP? the world has left me behind. i'm like a pikachu that refuses to become a raichu or a squirtle that cannot be a wartotortle. and this is not good, because as ladies around me evolve (aka dress better and take care of themselves more), they look more youthful and more beautiful, the stagnant me, unfortunately, turns into an oldy. like wth, i look like an old person and i get that comment a lot (prof? manang?)
ugh. i am so annoyed. what do i do? i'm like yay! go shorts, but wait that's so not me. or go dress! hell no, i'd be like uhm yes!
i know in my hypothetical heart i'm not bound to please anyone, but please, i want to please myself even just by taking away the manang vibe, i'd really really be 200% happier.