a few months back, someone (a family member) basically told me that im too ugly to get a boyfriend. i was angry and depressed and up until now i still havent gotten over it yet. i never got ever it not because my pride was hurt(okay,maybe a bit) but because that someone is old enough to know that words have the power to hurt people. Im not very confident about myself, i just act like it around people who knows me well. everytime i renember his words, they chip away at my confidence.
see, my mother asked me to do something that will probably result in me seeing him and I didn’t want to do it. Then she gave me a very long lecture about manners. ” yung kinakainis mo pabiro nya yun di nya sinasadya kng nasaktan ka.wag ka nagmamalaki” she said. I actually have no issues seeing him but i’d just rather not. then she asked me if she needed to talk to him so that he could say sorry to me. So what if he says sorry to me now? how will i know if he’s really sorry or if he’s just saying that because my mom asked him to?
I saw my initial sched and fuck it, I need to cry.
finally got my glasses yey! ♥
so we went to cotton on and bought some undergarments and I saw this super cute pink panties and got it. Then when we came home I saw it was no cute panties. It’s a racy lacy thong!
chocolates + a good book = a happy day!
binge watching game of thrones leads to binge crying
Tried making choco mug cake! ‘twas delicious ♥
Maybe Someday - Colleen Hoover
I just finished reading Colleen Hoover’s Maybe Someday. I started reading tonight around 10:30 pm thinking that “oh another Colleen Hoover, why don’t I take a peek and maybe continue later if I like it.” IF I LIKE IT?!! I FREAKING LOVE IT!!! It’s now 12:37 am and I cried once while reading it. I cried and never stopped. I love how the words seem to jump out the pages and grab you and never let you go until they’ve squeezed and wrung every emotion you could possibly have. Everytime i turn the page, I think to myself that surely I can’t cry any harder than this, turns out I’m wrong. The words just grab you and punch you in the heart and stomps all over it and scatters the pieces. I can still feel my heart trying to catch up with my emotions.
P.S. This is not a book review per se, just an outlet for my feelings. I can’t exactly call someone right now and squeal about how much I love this novel.
Adventures in Souq Waqif
I’ve been here in Qatar for almost a month now but I haven’t done much. I suppose I’m a bit disappointed because I thought this summer vacation was gonna be a bit different. I was gonna see every park, eat at my favorite restaurants, jog in Corniche, hell, I was even prepared to endure the blistering heat trying to catch a glimpse of a Camel. I haven’t been out not because I’m too scared of taking a taxi, I can take care of myself. It’s also not because I don’t have money, I have. It’s just that there’s a small part of my heart that will always belong to Qatar and, I think that once I see—once I remember—everything I love about this country then I won’t want to come back to the Philippines and where would that leave me?