Finally

I got home from school and got changed, my mom, my sister and I were going to Multi Plaza (my sister needed to buy a swimming suit). So, after choosing a whole lot of sighing at my shameful clothes, I pulled on a pair of my old boot-cut jeans and a skinny T-shirt (AGAIN!). We went to the mall by foot since it was so close to our apartment.

"OW!" I exclaimed as my Juicy Couture flip-flop heels bent. My sister took a quick peek at my foot, informing me unnecessarily that it was bleeding. Great I knew I shouldn't where wedges when I was walking.

Anyways, we got to the mall and my sister bought her bikini at PINK. It wasn't so expensive and it's not like I liked it but I still couldn't help feeling jealous. I fingered a pair of trousers that were for pyjamas.

"Don't buy pyjamas Mari!" my mom sighed and said the word "pyjamas" as if it was some disgusting word. I let the trousers flop miserably back onto the shelf and we moved on to Mango (finally!!). I looked at all the clothes but they didn't seem to capture my attention anymore.

After my sister sighed, we went into Estampa, I went over to the skinny jeans rack and took out a pair of gorgeous skinny jeans.

"Your going to get uncomfortable Mari, I know you" my sister said. No you DON'T! I said silently of course. We went into the next shop, Zara. Where I looked into the TRF section looking through beautiful tops. I lifted a baggy shirt where you wear spaghetti tops under. I lifted it to my chest and admired it. I asked my sister whether it would suit me. Bad move.

"It DOESN'T suit you, besides, T-shirts are your thing", my jaw dropped at this outrageous comment. I sighed (gosh, people are sighing alot today!) and looked at the rack of shirts beside me. I found a white-ish shirt with the word "LOVE" spelled on it. I looked at my sister for permission.

"Just GET IT and lets go! I'm tired, I'm bored, my feet hurt and I want to go home!" I quickly went to my mom and thanked her over a billion times when she let me pay with her money instead of mine.

So, now I am crossing of "shirts" off of my Desperate Needs list and finally, FINALLY I had a good time shopping and one thing was off my list! A few more to go!!

Bored & Tired...Couldn't Get Worse

I got off the boiling bus just in time as I staggered in to our building. I touched my sweaty forehead and my hand felt ice-cold. I took no notice to the fact that I was just about to be sick and let myself into our apartment. My mom was having the usual Monday guitar lessons and I dragged myself into my room. I wanted to take a shower so bad after sweating so much in P.E (I don't usually sweat in P.E). I told my sister who was washing her face at our only sink-we have to share a bathroom-and told me not to since the guitar teacher was still here. Great. One sweaty, boiling body that didn't get the oppurtunity to take an icy shower due to the fact that the guitar teacher was here, great (again).

I rolled onto my spare bed since I wasn't bothered to move my big, fat bag off my own. I started reading my book, The Last Song and stopped mid-sentence. I groaned at the pain that shot through my head as if it was being tightened and tightened by very large knuckles. I stuck my bookmark at the page and let my head hit the soft pillow and I never groaned so much in my life. The pain eased but I still felt the aftershock of the pain, leaving mental scars all over.

I ignored the headache once again and decided to repaint my nails. I was getting bored, but I didn't have any homework (not that I wanted any). I got myself a can of diet coke and continued reading. I blowed my purple nails occasionally and admired my perfect ones. I took a sip out of my diet coke and chocked. I coughed and spluttered non-stop, trying to keep my voice down so I didn't cause any trouble. Finally my throat cleared and I drew a calm breath and looked back why I was having trouble all of a sudden. Great, all I need was to catch another stupid cold that makes your nose go all horribly stuffy and you could hardly brathe. Yeah, I hate colds alright. Hope I don't get them. Fingers crossed.

Rain!!!

Today is once again, Sunday. I always just do lazy things on a Sunday. Just like this one. I woke up around 11:30am and I was about to make myself breakfast but I just went off the idea and decided to have lunch and skip breakfast. Me and my sister cleared out her room even though I would've rather done better things but decided not to, (my sister was in a good mood and I didn't want to spoil it) she swore that I can keep her iTouch if I swopped it with my small iPod...weird. I asked her why and she said that she had grown sick of her (quote) snobby old iTouch. I shrugged-not wanting to look too desperate of having my hands clasped around her iTouch. She also let me have her little desk that had a mirror attached to it. I squirmed at the idea of having a mirror in my room-superstitious, I know-so she let me tear the mirror off and it still looked okay.

Today was a quite okay Sunday even though I usually hate them. This was because, (1) I GOT AN ITOUCH! (2) my sister wasn't as horrible as usual (3) it finallt rained!!!! Right now I am just typing my S.O.L, looking out the window and watching the drops of rain slide lazily down my window.

What a great Sunday, coming from me, I must've had the best day ever.

P.S: I'm reading The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks!!!!!!!

You Are What You Wear

I love shopping. But there is such things as too much. Funny coming from me though right?

Anyways, today was Saturday. I don't really do anything special on weekends. Just the usual bits and stuff. Me, my mom and my dad went to Albrook mall to go see my contact lenses. Yay! No more glasses!! When we got to Optica Lopez I tried on contact lenses and everything seemed so clear!! I was ready to buy them straight away-too bad they didn't have any in stock. My dad promised to pick them up on his way back from the airport (he was going to Miami.). I agreed even though there was a small pile of disappointment piling inside me. I saw the $100 in my dad's hand and the disappointment turned to guilt. I went into Steven's and tried on some shoes. My mom kept insisting on getting a pair of pink shoes, a pair of black shoes and so on. I rolled my eyes and took a random pair of white flats which were super cute. But they didn't have a size for me. Later, we went into Pepe Jeans and I skimmed half-heartily through a rack of clothes not really wanting to waste anymore money.

"Are you even looking Mari?" my mom said sharply after our 5Th shop. I nodded enthusiastically, trying to convince her I was having the best day ever. It was my idea to continue shopping after my mom saw my list of Desperate Needs. I was so sick and tired of T-shirts and jeans. It made me feel boring and plain. I wanted to get something more cool and something eye-catching.

After I was so tired of looking through shops, my eyes caught a glimpse of a pretty jewerlly store with crystal neckalces and diamond rings. We went inside and I tried to convince my parents that I should use my $60 (from my Happy New Year money) they refused to let me waste it on something they thought I will grow out of. I sighed and we went to go pick up my sister at Multi Plaza, where she was watching Shutter Island with her friend.

We got to Multi Plaza and I wave of relief washed over me. Did I mention I hate Albrook Mall? I rather go to Multi Plaza. Anyways, I begged to got to Mango but everyone was hungry so we side-stepped Mango and went to Tony Roma's. Then, we side-stepped Mango again and went to go buy my sister's lunch box. (She lost her lunch box, I mean who loses a lunch box???) After that, we side-stepped Mango again and went food shopping at Riba Smiths. Then, they forgot about Mango all together and went off to Payless. Great. I didn't buy anything special (let's not bring my contact lenses into this).

What's So Great About Friday?

Everyone loves Fridays, everyone lets go of their stress. No exception for me.

I stumbled on to my bus, I sat in my usual seat and pulled out my phone and ipod. I listened to my favorite songs like I did for the past 4 days of the week. Thank god its Friday! I was very tired and it didn't help that I had to spend less than an hour shopping for my desperate needs and I also have to have at least an hour to remind my dad about my contact lenses and blah, blah, blah... my eyelids seemed heavy and as the bus whizzed past cars and trees, I was soon lolling off to sleep.....

BEEP! I woke up with a shock. Were we hit? Was there an accident? Oh, just a stupid driver honking at passer-bys'. I squinted out the window. I was almost home. I gathered up my things and stuffed them in my bag. Ugh!! I have homework to get through when I get home. I hated doing homework on my precious weekends, that's why I finish them up on Friday.

"Ow!!" I screeched as I remembered that my neck was in pain if I bent it. My sister looked at me as if I was a weirdo. I laughed it off as we got into the apartment. I dumped my things in the living room. Oh, no. My mom came into my room and sat on the bed. She started going on about how my week was and did i do all my homework and how was my tests. I groaned silently and put my face on a cushion. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to be left alone. I mumbled about needing to have an early shower and she finally left me alone.

Okay, my Fridays??? So far so good...right!

Mornings

I sat at the dining table, still trying to wake up. I took a bite of my toast and put it back on my plate. I knew I was going to be hungry with only one bite of toast but I didn't really care. I did all the normal things that everyone does every morning, like filling the ice-cube trays and get washed and everything. Once I was done with all that, I got out my personal notebook-a pink and red notebook with shoes decorated on every page. I wondered what I was doing with this. Oh, my list! Right. I definitely needed to go shopping (every girl does). But I haven't gone to the mall for quite a long time, let alone look into shops. Usually this was because my darling sister will often hiss threats of hiding my favorite books if I didn't hurry up, while my mom will be urging me to got to half the shops in the mall.

I made a list of things that need to be desperately bought-skinny jeans, shirts, face lotion, shoes, pencil case, school bag, nail polish and a watch. I told my mom about my desperate needs and she told me I should go shopping. I remembered the promise that my dad had made before he left to Mexico. He promised to buy me contact lenses after I had complained about my glasses for over a week. I explained this to my mom, (after she found "contact lenses" in brackets) she stubbornly refused to let "a little girl" like me to get them. I argued that lots of "little girls" like me wear them. She also unnecessarily added that "little girls" like me shouldn't talk back. I was getting irritated and I wanted to be left alone. Just because I brought up contact lenses, doesn't mean she has to go straight into a long and tiring discussion. NOT compose a a novel. She remained stubborn and this made the rest of the day dreadful after I had put her in a bad mood.

I told my sister and she agreed with my mom. (She was probably jealous). I avoided getting into the discussion again as she gave me little glares once in a while. I probably should leave the issues alone... until my dad gets back at least....

Girls Who Hate Sports

I got to school, and it was Field Day. Everybody seemed excited but I wasn't sure that I would really like it, because of the fact I'm not into physical activities. It's not like I'm lazy or something, its just that I just dont seem to be able to get into a game wear you sweat and you get your breath knocked out of you. Anyways, my tribe-Tatsuo-were handed out shirts like all the other tribes. I was handed a size "S" shirt while everyone else had to suffer with huge shirts. I mean, what is it about me that make me look like some anorexic or small girl? I was actually considered tough at all my past schools. But honestly, I feel like some weak little thing that always has to be compared by others. Okay, back to the point, we were handed out the shirts and unlike anyone else, I decided not to tie my huge shirt into a knot (Who wants to be in the in-crowd anyways?).

So we started the activities and the first obstacle race was abslutely horrifying. I literally just held my jump rope all the way to the goal. We also did soccer which many people kicked me while I try to block them from a goal (Talk about agressive right??).

By the time all my friends were sitting in a circle in the big gym, I felt disgusting and sticking and I just couldn't help getting just abit irritated. I hate PE and all those things. It's not like I'm really girly and I can't kick a ball or anything, it's just that I think it's humiliating to be yelled at if you make one single mistake!! It's just a GAME. I like doing all these sports for fun-especially horse riding-and turns out I'm not so into field day after all.

I don't get along with girls who can't work up a sweat... Am I one of them???