Dear bloggie
Exactly a month and 20 days from now, I’m gonna give myself a pretty scary birthday gift. I’m still thinking whether or not to take a leave during that day but one thing’s for sure, there certainly is no turning back.
Who am I to complain?! I’m Y-O-U-N-G! Still young! Normally, since I never really like being underestimated or being told anything that is tantamount to a combination of discouragement and underestimation, I would gripe when people say that I’m still young and that I’ve got a lot of time ahead of me to meet new people, discover new opportunities, etc. The sight I saw in the wash room, however, practically left me clamoring to hear such phrase again.
I swear. I could have hugged Joy when I heard her mouth said phrase had it not been for my extreme (yep, superlative to the highest level) exasperation over my… white hair!!!
Though it was only a single strand of white hair, it nevertheless left me freaking out that I knew that come lunch time, I had to let this all out.
The angel’s tongue couldn’t have said it any better. Just when I resolved the other day that I won’t cry ever again, I broke the heels of my P1495-worth of Janeo shoes while traversing the skywalk in Greenbelt. Add to that another frustration of not being able to be included in the roster of winners of Philippine Star’s Lifestyle Journalism Awards. Rica! Where’s your "bad luck comes in threes?" I’ve got five! Or if you add the Janeo shoe disaster, make it six. Boohoo, huhuhu.
Dad said I couldn’t win everything. But why does it feel like I’m already close to losing everything?
The stress did get into me. One and a half weeks of headache plus one strand of white hair? Great. Just great.
