YAY POLAR PIC SPAM AKA INTRODUCTORY POST WITH LAME TITLE.



Who's Polar?
Polar's our family's new puppy! (Duh.) He also happens to be Foreman's stepbrother `coz their mom's a bitch and apparently a whore!

( Please excuse my language; My day was terrible, and this is how I deal. )

I went to bed before midnight, groggy from taking Neozep, but was still awake past 2 am because my mind was whirring with thoughts on my passions and future. I was tempted to text my friends to beg them to hang out so I could vent, but I didn't have the guts to text people at two in the morning.

Then I finally fell asleep thinking that maybe those thoughts were only for that night, that I need not bother anyone, that maybe things would be a lot clearer in the morning.

This morning I was late for class for the first time, even though I left the house the same time as always.

Today was the most boring class EVER. A classmate said I looked so sad, all I needed were teardrops to complete the effect.

I had a snack meal for lunch and didn't go hungry.

I bought a new calculator, the latest model allowed for the board exams, even if my old calculator was working perfectly fine. My principles took a backseat.

I went to get a haircut at my usual salon. The guy who shampooed my hair asked me if I just came from work. Er.

I was the only customer there. They were playing MJ songs. My usually talkative stylist was grumpy today.

I told him to give me the exact same cut as the last time. Apparently "last time" was almost 2 inches shorter than I remembered. I ended up looking like a Utada Hikaru wannabe.

I felt like I looked like a guy and went to buy something extremely girly to compensate.

I decided to look around for some stuff I've been looking to add to my wardrobe for some time, didn't find ANY of them. (On another note, PRP are selling these exact same Forever21 wedges. I thought about getting them for myself as a birthday gift, but decided not to since I already have a pair of black wedges, though not as cool as these.)

On my way home I saw one of my close friends from elementary school and her mom. We haven't seen nor talked to each other since my debutante party when I turned 18. We chatted for a bit and it turns out she's already on her second job.

I joined my parents for dinner for the first time in years.

I told my mom about seeing my friend. She asks me if I asked my friend for her phone number. I said no, since she's my contact in both multiply and ym. Mom then starts a conversation with dad on how rude my generation is because we were raised by the Internet, and that we've forgotten proper human interaction.

I remembered why I liked eating dinner alone.

The thoughts I had last night never left me all day.

This may be the single coolest thing my family has ever done.



I never thought I'd use the words "cool" and "family" in the same sentence without the word "not" thrown in somewhere.


P.S. This painting also reflects how isolated I am, even at home. MMP.

In the grocery earlier today, I stopped by the skincare aisle to look up the local soaps, lotions & whatever potions I've been reading about in various beauty blogs (yes, its my vice). I picked one up and tossed it into the cart thinking, "It's only P17, what harm can it do?"

My mom saw the ubiquitous item amidst the kids' baon, this week's loaf of bread, and a bunch of canned goods (because seriously, our house can be like boot camp sometimes) and starts telling me stories by officemates, relatives, and other random people I don't know who used the same product.

Later while waiting in line to pay, I see another soap and lotion in the cart, whose price in total is already comparable to imported brands.

Me: "Ma... eh?"
Mom: "I think they'll help!"
Me: "But maaaa, if I start using all of these at the same time and I turn out to be allergic to one of them, its gonna be hard to find the culprit!"
Mom: "They're all the same brand anyway. I think."
Me: *shakes head* "Ma, sinusuportahan mo talaga kakikayan ko no?"
Mom: "Dapat lang. Kikay din ako eh... matanda na nga lang."

LOLZ.