Take What You Need To Turn You On
I am feeling like a very sexy Annie Batumbakal right now.
Before you all feel kinky, let me explain some more.
My sister and I have a deal while I'm staying here. I earn my weekly allowance by ironing a week's worth of laundry for a very sexy 100 Qatari Riyals. I shall leave the Peso conversion to you, lovely people.
(I am currently sharing too much personal information but I think this is the best way to share how I feel.)
With what I earn, I am slowly replenishing my make-up stock and closet. I left most of my stuff back home so my face kind of feels virginal and my body - barenaked like Jennifer Love Hewitt.
This is my best friend aka my ironing board.
In the background aka on the bed you can see that I sleep on a Marvel SuperHeroes bedsheet. Yes, my maturity has been semi put on hold here.
Here are the very few items I have on hand.
When I need to get all made up, I attack my sister's kit and I simultaneously feel all warm and sneeky inside. <3
Don't get me wrong, my sister and my bro-in-law are not supporters of human slavery. They are the epitome of richness, equality, and justice. Ahihihi. Plus, the ironing gives me some much needed workout! YIZ!
However, by my birthday I will have a real job that pays zo much and this ironing keme will just be a hobby and not a livelihood.
CHOZ. NUTS. ROASTING ON AN OPEN FIRE.
At least, this is my prediction AKA I hope this will happen!
Mind you, I want to share some of my thoughts while meditating via shopping. It hit me that though this Annie Batumbakal stint has enabled me to shop beyond my wildest imaginings, I feel guilty and ,well, kuripot when I think of how many clothes I could have gotten if had gone to an Ukay-ukay in Cubao. Hee. But that's just the avid thrifter in me.
Thank god for sales!