Feed My Vanity

It’s been a long time since I’ve spent time in a coffee shop writing ever since I entered the corporate world, my dear imaginary readers. Anyway, I’m in a coffeeshop in Makati at 1AM right now, so might as well share a call I received in the middle of the night from a good friend of mine. I knew that something was bothering him because he actually asked for advice, which he rarely does.

The dilemma: He’s a serial womanizer, but already committed. But now he says he met someone he likes beyond, uhhh, HAVING RELATIONS. He said she made him feel fuzzy inside.

But I knew him too well, knew that something was not quite right.

HIM: But I actually like TALKING to her.

ME: You do not like her. You are just bored.

HIM: You don’t understand, I’m not interested in (HAVING RELATIONS) with her anymore. I actually want to get to know her better.

ME: You do not like her. You are just bored.

HIM: She makes me feel fuzzy inside.

ME: There’s a difference between liking somebody for their brain, and making somebody an escape.

HIM: Damnnit! I hate you. But you are right.

Oh yeah, fistbump there imaginary dear readers. Who knew my sleep-fogged brain was still capable in coming up with sh!t like that?

Anyhoo. I’ve always known emotions are tricky buggers. They turn you voluntarily blind, make you do stupid things, make you turn your back on the familiar just for a new thrill. But in the end when the fog dissapates, IT WILL SUCK. The aforementioned might sound like symptoms of love (or “like”, my friend, I knew, will not say love), but at the end of the day, you will look for a reason to love a person. And not just any other reason, it’s a reason that will compose such a large part of you that you know it can never be the same with another person. That reason might not conjure stars and fireworks, but it will be the reason for that person to be the one. It might not be exciting, but it’s what will tell you that you are home.

Sorry dear imaginary readers. Work has been demanding. But I’d like to share an evil we are all subjected to every June and July: Mid-year sales.

Ah, who can resist ALDO shoes on sale?

Baisley in black (Original price: P4,250; On sale: P2,200)

And another:

Janilyn stilettos (Original price:P2,995 On sale:P999)

Therefore I conclude mid-year sales are necessary evils. Just like chocolate. And maybe even in few decades, Botox.

I’m 27 years old and for as long as I can remember, there have been skin care commercials.

But I have never ever been able to relate to those commercials until one day, while watching TV blankly, a smiling woman came on and said “dry skin” (check! my weary brain answered for me)and  ”red and itchy skin” (check again!). The cogs and wheels of my bogged down brain suddenly clicked into a horrifying conclusion: I’m. already. at. THAT. age.

I’ve always thought I’m one of the blessed people who had low maintenance skin. Or so I thought after age 25. My skin began to contradict me and would have phases where it felt dry or flaky.

Point being: Genes cannot save you from dry skin and aging. Thus the need for moisturizing whatnots, vitamins, and constant wishes of being -fied, or win the lottery. Does the following sound familiar?

If the above mentioned sounds familiar but you still shook your head because you’re in denial then just wait after a week to find out which product can help you repair dry skin. Until then my imaginary readers.