To consolidate all of my horror cab chronicles, I am writing this blog post in fury. (And some ice cream.)
Archives for January 2012
There are days when we are rushing to get out of the door and so we throw a lot of things in our body, praying that it will all turn out to be fashionably acceptable and erm, decent. Then there are also days when we try on different outfit combos and when we take a last look on the full length mirror, we don’t seem to actually like what we
I know a lot of people in different walks of life who seem to have just little time for recreation, let alone dating. Also, “I’m busy” seems to be a very good excuse for someone who hasn’t done much dating lately. Well, let those days (and alibis) be gone! Here is a quick guide for dating workaholics, or dating when you’re a workaholic.
One time or another—as long as you don’t look like bermuda grass or totally asexual–you might have went out on a date. And why, haven’t you gone tired of the movie and dinner or movie and coffee tandem? Well, don’t get exhausted. If you are on a long term relationship, you just might look for this tandem again to remind you of that first date with your long time flame.
Seriously, the cheapest Davao salon manicure I know costs P50 and the most expensive one (the basic one, not the one with nail art) costs P180. The thing with manicures is that they should always look perfect so you will be pressured to keep them up…because unmaintained polished nails look very tacky.
That, my friends, is Jinkee Pacquiao. Wife of boxing legend Manny Pacquiao. Notice anything different about the her face (and body) in the picture? WHOA! You might want to pick up your jaws right there. I mean, EVERYTHING’S different in this picture. Well, what can I say, money can get you very far today.
I never wanted to relive my high school life. Sure I had some fun but mostly it was that awkward phase in my life that’s a necessary but despicable route that I needed to go through in order to get some backbone. I was branded the “achiever”; but my self-esteem was still as low as the temperature in Alaska and I thought that I wasn’t even curvy enough.