I know that life is beautiful around the world

For some weird reason, I seem to be very allergic to money. I mean, once I have it, I just want to get rid of it–fast. My sister went birthday clothes-shopping today, and I went along with her. I bought these really flared jeans that cover my feet and a pair of denim capri pants. I wasn’t sure of buying the capri pants since I always thought that capri was a bit too girly for me. But hey, it wouldn’t hurt to have a few girly items in my closet. I mean, all my pants are all baggy like hell. It’s time I become a bit more, you know, girly. So I bought it, and there went the last of my money. I’m going to buy denim sandals to match with my capri pants and maybe sleevless tops as well. I can’t believe this–I’m actually starting to dress a bit girly.

It wasn’t exactly crowded at Greenhills, that place where I went shopping today. The stores just looked so much like each other that it’s real easy to get lost. But the parking lot was like…hell. It took us more than fifteen minutes just to get out of there, because there were so many cars going in, backing up, and lining up to leave the parking lot. There are just so many goddamn people in Metro Manila. I dunno what the population is, exactly. But I know that the population of Manila is almost the same as the population of Australia’s. That’s how crowded we are and it kinda sucks. Out of those 8 or 12 million people, only around .002% of them are cute guys. I don’t bother to go guy-hunting anymore cos I always end up disappointed. If there are more cute guys around, I don’t think I’ve met them yet. My standards are quite high–I’m getting worried that I’ll end up an old maid.

See, these are my requirements. First, you MUST speak perfect English. I refuse to communicate with a boyfriend that cannot speak English, because I can only express myself and argue with people in the said language. You must understand Tagalog as well, because every now and then, words like ano are often mentioned, out of habit. My second requirement is, you MUST be a good dresser. I don’t really go for guys with the super, duper baggy jeans and the super-duper baggy “nightshirt”. I don’t like hair gel either. Well, I guess it depends on what kind of hair you got. The guy I was with last Friday–his goddamn hair looked like a goddamn bird’s nest. No way. Third requirement: you must be literate. You know what I mean. I like being around people who read, people who will argue with me, people who will teach me deep things. My last requirement: you must be everything I like in a guy. The said requirements plus an interesting face, an unlimited sense of humor and a romantic personality.

My standards are that high because I believe that I don’t deserve anything less. The lucky guy, in turn, will get the greatest gift of all–myself. Why? Because I am romantic, loving, sweet, considerate, compassionate, faithful, adventurous, sympathetic and smart. I’m starting to sound cocky again. But hey–you only get to live once. Why waste your life on a loser? I believe that everyone deserves the best. So don’t be too afraid to make your standards high. Never settle for anyone that leaves you feeling incomplete. Trust your instincts and follow your heart. Which is exactly what I’m doing–I plan to spend my life with _____ and I don’t think I’ll settle for anything less.

Dina told me that she saw Stephen at National Bookstore today. I told her to kick his chicken-wuss ass for me. I dunno if they talked to each other or what. I’m not getting lonely or anything like that, but I wish he wouldn’t have so much pride and learn to apologize.

School tomorrow! My backpack is amazingly light.