after reading french revolution for social studies, after reading various blog entries and articles about paris, after reading that article by tim yap about kc concepcion in that lv store in champs elysees, after reading most of le divorce(which i haven't finished by now), after reading the da vinci code, i have this super super super urge to go to paris.

i wanna go there. i wanna go there. i wanna go there.

but i don't have money. this is so sad.

i wanna go face to face with mona lisa. i wanna see the eiffel tower in person. and lastly, i wanna go to the land of hermes and louis vuitton. bags and wallets... my obssession...

if only i have the money... and the time...

i now make a vow to never die until i get there...

weee!!!

buti pa si madeline....

after every shop has turned its back on my humongous hips and enormous butt, this shop has been my refuge.

kamiseta, i wuvs you.

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to that person who texted me awhile ago, i feel your sentiments. life is often like that. just let it pass and don't dwell too much about it.

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"Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering."

The last time I quoted Paolo Coelho, i chose to forget. Now, i choose to wait.

No, it's not what you think. I haven't lost my mind and I still don't think that I have a chance. I don't stand a chance and probably never would. By the time he asks me out or something of that sort, I could be seventy and he could have had 10 wives, for all i know.

But still, I'm willing to wait as of now. I've been living on patience for quite a time now and I know that God rewards patient people (nye!).

Besides, do i have a choice? If I tell myself to just drop it and forget all of it, would I, really?

I just hope, deep in the recesses of my heart, that I don't wait in vain.

"I don't wanna wait in vain for your love. I don't wanna wait in vain for your love."

As the title suggests, here I am again trying to sort out these feelings, let them all out and finally get them over with.

"Now here it comes, the hardest part of all
Unchain my heart that's holding on
How do I start to live my life alone?
Guess I'm just learning,
Learning the art of letting go."

Is there really such an art? And how do you learn it anyway?

It's hard to let go when you're holding on to something very precious, very important to you. But how do you that when there was nothing to let go to begin with.

It's hard and painful to wait and wait and wait, especially when you know that you're waiting for nothing. And then, there's this tiny flicker of hope that somehow, sometime, he'd notice you and all that you've waited for wouldn't be put in vain.

But I'm just fooling myself. I'm just damn fooling myself. If he doesn't like me now, when would he?

AHHHH....

The pains of unrequited love (or crush, or whatever)...

"I don't wanna wait in vain for your love. I don't wanna wait in vain for yuor love."

In Pursuit of the Perfect Pair of Pants and the Hot Pink Crocheted Cardigan

Saturday Before Perio Week

We were dismissed at 4:10. I got my clothes in the car, changed in the CR and left for Glorietta. We arrived in Ayala at around 6 and ate dinner at Kenny Roger's (They trimmed it down.). We then went to SM to shop for clothes and gifts. We bought the chocolates first since they were just after the entrance. Lea and I each bought a shirt and then we were off to the pants section. Lea was able to buy a pair of pants although i wasn't since i deemed the styles of the pants to be too cliche. I already have those dark denium jeans with a faded effect. I bought chocolates for dia and bought keisee, my exchange gift baby, a gift. We tried looking for pants in SM's teen wear section but there weren't any sizes, still.

We went to Glorietta just after the fireworks display. Anyway.... We first went to Pink Soda and found that the jeans were not really nice. Same with Penshoppe and Kashieca. I didn't dare go to Herbench since their designs in Sm were kinda off for me. I went to Bayo and found beautiful pants. I tried on about 5 different pants. The last pair fitted me. it had a nice style. I liked the back pockets. It fitted the budget. My mom even approved. Only, it was too low. I gave it back to the salesgirl and asked her if there were anymore pants which were higher. She said no. I said sorry for the inconvenience. I went out of Bayo tired and exhausted. I was devastated. I almost had the perfect pair of pants and the nice purple paper bag to go with it but destiny didn't permit it.

While jeans-hunting, i tried not to enter Kamiseta due to its reputation of high quality and really pretty products but at the same time pretty price tags. But due to my sheer desperation, i did go in. I looked at the price tag of the first jeans i saw, which by the way was really cute. It costs more than 2000. I could have just bought Levi's, by then (a Levi's pair costs 2100). Since the Kamiseta store was big, i didn't lose hope. I searched and searched. I found their cheapest pants which was still greater than my limit of 1000. The pair I saw was in medium and seems big enough for me. I budged. I decided that if i didn't take the pants, i probably won't be able to find one in time for ten. i fitted the pair and they fit. I paid for it and padded the budget with my own money. So there that's how i got that immaculate white paper bag with a gold embossed dog.

On my way to the exit, i spotted this hot pink crocheted cardigan. When i saw it, i only thought of one thing: it was the perfect partner to the white Kamiseta skirt i bought earlier this year. We were already in a hurry since it was already late, we were all exhausted from all that shopping, so i didn't bother to look at the price tag. There are many more days for shopping, I thought.

It was already popping in my head before i sleep.

Tuesday of the Perio Week

After the exams, i passed by the bio room to pass my notebook and immediately went to the mall with my mom and uncle. we went to landmark first where my mom bought my dad and uncle gifts while i was scanning the adidas clothesline. After that, my mom and i went to the watch department because she was looking for a watch. we ate lunch where my dad joined us. i bought more chocolates for gifts. and we then bought gifts for various people in the province. we then went to glorietta. we went to adidas first for my shoes. i found nice pairs though they all didn't have my size. we went to nike where i found my Über colorful and kikay sneakers (it's in hyacinth, bubblegum blue and pink). on our way to papemelroti to buy gifts for cousins, we saw the hyundai car display in the activity center. we checked out the new starex and this really good salesman saw my parents. he was really good in salestalk so i excused myself to go to kamiseta which was just across. i saw the mother of a schoolmate in kamiseta and had a small chat. afterwards, i looked for the cardigan again. it was on a less elusive spot. it was sold for 800 pesos. i saw its bolero counterpart which was 100 pesos cheaper. i could have bought it at that time since i had money to spare and still had some in the bank. the kuripot-slash-practical part overcame me. i put off buying it until saturday.

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday of the Perio Week

I was really thinking about it and practically whining about it and begging every person to buy it for me. The only time i wasn't talking about it was when i was talking about my Über colorful sneakers.

Saturday after the Perio Week

My youngest sister would be the one doing her shopping for that day. We fetched her from school first because of her MTAP thing and went off to Starbucks. We got our first reindeer on our card and went out of the store satisfied. We decided to shop first before eating lunch since we were full from all that coffee. My sister bought her clothes. I bought black hair scrunchies and black and white banana clips. My other sister bought our youngest sister her gift (a violet water bottle). I bought robee fun stickers for my planner. My mom bought sandals for her and flat shoes for my aunt. We ate tokyo tokyo at the foodcourt and went to glorietta afterwards only after shopping for some sleepwear. we were off to glorietta to find my mom a perfect blouse. the first stop was vida doria. it was on sale. the blouses could have been goo on my mom but they were still very expensive. she went to various kinds of store, including kamiseta.

since my post is getting too long, i wouldn't write much on my mom's blouse-hunting. basta. she still hasn't found the right one until now.

when we went to kamiseta, the cardigan was not on its original spot. it also wasn't found on the less elusive spot i saw it on just the tuesdya before that. it wasn't anywhere. it was gone. as in. nada. zilch. pfft. zero. gone. all gone..

waaahhh... after a week of waiting, i guess, it just wasn't meant to be.

i'm happy with the pants but not with the cardigan.

10 things men must know about women and shopping

By Nedy R. Tantoco

(Philippine Daily Inquirer, Sunday, December 18, 2005, D1)

1. If "the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach," the quickest way to our heart is a platinum credit card.

2. We measure a man's love for us by the price tag of his gift, so the level of generosity we receive will be reciprocated accordingly.

3. Sometimes shopping may be better than sex, and men shouldn't take that against us just as we don't take it against them if sometimes they prefer sports.

4. Men seer refuge in caves, we seek refuge in stores, preferably the designer variety.

5. When we say, "It's too expensive," what we really mean is, "Buy it for me, please."

6. We take shopping seriously, and so should men. This means: "Do not disturb our shopping hours." Men can always call 117 for emergency.

7. Here's a secret: Men can tell a lot about us by observing our shopping habits. If we shop for men, we must love them; if we buy sexy lingerie, we want to please men; if we always buy things we don't really need... be careful, we might take the men to the cleaners!

8. A woman of style will always shop for the genuine article. If we don't settle for imitations or poor reproductions, neither should men!

9. We can never resist a sale event, and it doesn't matter how many there are on the same day -- that's we call multitasking.

10. The easiest route to knighthood for men is by offering to go shopping with us and carry our packages.

gah.... (yes, so jessica simpson-ish...) for the past few days, i've been pigging out on chocolates, pringles and softdrinks. in short, i've been pigging out on junk food. holy moly, how am i supposed to get in shape in time for prom??? oh well... i don't have a date anyway... by the time the christmas vacation ends, i'd probabaly have diabetes, kidney problems and a whole lot of illnesses.... gah...

been reading the kitchen god's wife and it has been such an interesting read. i haven't finished it though since i'm not reading it the whole time.

been cleaning the "other" room here in the house for a week. and up to now, i still haven't finished it. there have been many delays an i just wish i could finish cleaning it before vacation ends. i wanna have my own room na.

been prettifying my planner, too. 32 down, 334 to go. weee!!!

i want money! i wanna shop!

i've already set my mind on what course to take up. it's bs stat if up and bs applied math with mathematical finance if ateneo. weee!!

i'm getting lazy now and i'm still gonna cram our math project.. gotta go...