I thought I have gone through the worse. But I was wrong.

I have never felt this irritated and dissapointed before.

Maybe its not important, so don’t bother. Maybe I am not.

This is just making my already bad night, real bad.

And the chest pain is getting worse. But I can’t take any pain killer, cause I just drank soda. Just peachy.

Dad’s Treasure

I just realized, with dad away on business trip, I can freely rumage through his closet. I was thinking of his crisp white, short sleeve italian shirt. Apparently, he took his best shirt with him. All that left was old navy and giordano.

There’s this one broken white short sleeve shirt that I can imagine wearing with jeans, booties and chunky necklace. Well that is until I realized, I didn’t know whether he usually dry cleaned this shirt or not. Thank god for the label at the shirt, I know that I can machine wash it with cold water.

Next mission, is finding that small handkerchief (that he bought to match his tie). I couldn’t find it! Well, he knows that I love it so much. Maybe he hide this treasure somewhere purposely.

But as I browse through his wardrobe, I just remembered his tie collection. Which were to die for! I wouldn’t let him give it away to anyone else. I was thinking, I could use it as a sash, a belt or a bandana. Thinking that it can serve as a replacement to the twilly I’m dreaming of. My favourite, is the floral moschino tie. Now I also remember why I’m in love with Moschino. He used to buy me one Moschino pants from each trip to Italy, he said cause a levis jeans there will cost as much as the Moschino’s. He even bought me a Valentino tee this one time, because a silly Stussy shirt cause too much in Italy. Oh I miss those days.

Dad’s Treasure

Words in my Dictionary

Responsibility is cleansing your face twice a day, exfoliate it and not forgetting putting on moisturizer each time you finish.

Religious is not forgetting your sunblock each morning.

Guilt is piling more sunblock and scrubbing your face ever so fiercely each time you’ve wronged your face.

Compromise is putting on very moisturizing moisturizer all over your face up to your eyes area because you’re in a hurry.

Desperation is a zit(s) that won’t go away, no matter how much product you’ve put on that frikkin red thingy!

Obsession is another blush of the same shade no matter how much you already have sitting on your makeup chest.

Brave is putting on red or fuchsia lipstick regardless of the ocassion you’re attending.

Ignorance is when you already have strong eyes and you put on strong lips.

Words in my Dictionary

Not Compromising

I know live is full of compromises. But if there’s anything that I’ve learn from the chain of events happening for the last couple of months. It’s that I would try to never again settle for something less than extra ordinary. Because when the one opportunity you’ve been looking for knocking right in your front door, you can’t accept it because you have settled for something less.

Savour the pain, and cherish the happiness. Maybe, that’s the only way I know how to life.

Not Compromising