And slightly sad, half-mad nevergirl is


just a 25-year-old who still wishes it would rain chocolates one day. No matter how many stilettos she learns to walk in and never mind that she breathes work and smells of stale potential, she’d always be half in love with peter pan and that secret, secret place not-so-little girls go to when they do not want to grow up or compromise their dreams.

    

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back here… oh, catching up on many new [superlative here] entries

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can i join this forum?i notice daghan tga sugbo dinhi..me too

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Weee! Been a long time since I’ve had a dose of Chinook

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was here, had fun =)

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nevergirl:

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Salamat, salamat. Twenty-six is someplace scary, but you guys make it seem like something to forward to.

tinay:

weeeeeeee! libre beh :D happy burtdi chinay <3 pls write an erotic essay para nako. haha :P

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Happy Birthday, Chin! Hope you got my text today. Anyway, have a blast. Know you are thought about. And loved. :)

tinay:

chinay, congrats sa bulinggit!!!! dayun ang tour? :) ssshhh oo, nagresign ko ;) farewell corporate layp.

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rain:

pa link ko balik maam. pramis d nko mag-usab ug link, hahah :P

tinay:

oi chinay! bueng. ;) adto mo ni faffy mo sa guimaras. when you mentioned about landmark, i remembered this statue sa iloilo na puno ug moss! hahaha.

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Cosmopolitan and the Beauty of Purchasing Power

April 25, 2008

I read voraciously but I’ve always drawn the line at magazines and newspapers; the latter because it’s depressing and the former because I don’t need to take a ten-item quiz to know my spending habits or the kind of bra I’d make if I were to become a lingerie.

 

Thanks to my recent week-long house arrest, however, I’ve become a Cosmo convert. I mean, come on. How could you not like Cosmo? The girls populating Cosmo’s pages are gorgeous. They make me want to weep, and potentially become a lesbian. Then too, there are the clothes, and shoes, and bags, and all the shiny thingamajiggies you could hang on your ears, neck, and wrists. I’ve never paid attention to those fancy-schmanzy designers and their ridiculously overpriced items, but of late, I’m beginning to like – no, covet – monogrammed bags and fancily named moisturizers that promise to singlehandedly halt the natural aging process.

 

If I haven’t said this before, I’m saying it now. Marketing people are such geniuses! I wish I had been smart enough to hire one to make my resume. They make the frivolous sound necessary. Consider how easily they make one bag sound like gold: A wonderful blend of practicality and signature Louis Vuitton luxury, the ___________ is perfect for the chic chick who values beauty as much as functionality. Its roomy interior can easily house a Mac while its classic monogrammed canvas is accented with sleek golden hardware and sumptuous natural cowhide trim for an elegant finish.

 

Such romanticization makes me feel almost sad at being unable to buy an LV. I really, really should have hired a marketing person to write my resume. Given the right hype, my boss would have felt that by hiring me, he is paying for a vital way of life rather than paying one of the struggling masses.

 

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