a brand new dvd player and the complete season 5 and 6 of sex and the city.
tsk. she really does know how to get me back. *sigh*
/me playing hard to get
so i had the "advanced" birthday gift and had a test drive on it last night, tried to finish 6 dvds, had seafood cup noodle a pitcher of water, 18 missed calls, 4 messages, and 7 hours floated away. just me and the girls.
my "mommy" (she was the eldest sister of my dad), came home last week from germany and intrigued me with a 10am december 8 talk at mandaluyong (my other aunt's house.) i woke up at around 11 so patay patay nako. arrived there at 12, expecting it's about my so called not normal life, but, fortunately (or un), she wanted to talk about my next year trimester. preferably CSB and i should get the course that i want. oh they cant live without me having a diploma. until...
she was really angry with me being "slightly" overweight (like do i really have to tell this on public?)
she compared me to my "hunky" cousin:
cousin:
- attends yoga classes
- black i-dunno-what-type-of-karate belter
- religiously goes to the gym
- went to military school for 2 years
- scuba dives
- speaks french, greek, german, spanish and latin
- a freak
- an airhead
- an arrogant asshole
me:
- a bitter suicidal loser
- and very much happy. thank you.
geez. so she wanted me to go to the gym right away, stop smoking, and moisturize. yep. you heard me right. she wants me.. so bad.. to moisturize.
have they forgotten im a guy? or my skin is too dry?
disclaimer:
two words.
i moisturize.
hmpf.
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