Directories
Before, our living room never lost purchasing at least two telephone directories kept under the center table. We were kids then, and what we always do with the yellow pages is to search for what we thought are our relatives because they have the same surname as ours (read: Bernardo, there’s a lot of Bernardos in the Philippines).
Nowadays, we have a vast variety of directories existing (and read: not only colored yellow). We have San Diego yellow pages. Isn’t that obvious that I am? Hahaahahahaha. Kidding. Well, just click the link and everything will be fine.
Mission accomplished.
‘Their’ Tattoos
Honestly, I never thought of, (or will never have) any plans of etching (again) my seemingly flaw-ful complexion with a tattoo. The nerve, my Betty Suarez-look-a-like me (though a lot happened to resemble me to Harry Potter, which really irks me. Lol). I mean, o c’mon. My skin does not have the full right to become another kid’s drawing book, unlike those blemish-free, doll reincarnated Hollywood stars who have placed properly the word ‘celebrity’ in ‘celebrity tattoos’. Sigh. And the yucky connotation of a tattooed skin just gives me the creeps.
Unless I am a celebrity. I’ll have hundreds of it if I have money. Hahaha!
Breastsssssss
I haven’t said this before but my friends slash the whole community always look at my chest. I haven’t worked out before (and my crazy schedule prevents me from starting) and so my chest becomes a laughing stock, if not envied, by people. It’s because… ugh… well, I’m skinny, but oddly…
I just let it pass. I just think, oh well, at least I have while others would get as much breast enlargement information as they can. Blah blah blah. I’m not the real Booberman.
