Two cousins (one from each side of the family) gave me lipstick and foundation as graduation gifts. My tita also gave me the lipstick and foundation from her balikbayan amiga. But the lipsticks do not flatter my skin color, though, and I have yet to master the art of applying foundation. Next items on the kikay list: blush and eye make-up. *hint hint*

Because jobhunting would be my favorite pastime during the upcoming months, I need to overhaul my wardrobe. I couldn’t very well go to the offices in Ayala wearing t-shirt and maong. I’ve started to shop around for, and boy, do I have the worst luck in slacks. I’m beginning to think that having long legs is a curse. I know it sounds mayabang. My legs aren’t even *that* long. Besides, long legs are assets, so what am I complaining about? You’ll probably want to bonk me on the head now. I’m really sorry, but you have to put yourself in my shoes. I get frustrated every time I try on a pair of slacks. The cut would be all right, nice fit on the waist and thighs, but the length would always be wrong. It would be bitin, therefore I couldn’t wear shoes with heels because I’d look ridiculous. And that’s minus pogi, er, ganda points during qualifying exams and interviews. I’ve spent hours in malls looking for slacks with the right length, and so far, I’ve only found one. I can’t very well use that every time I go jobhunting. I mean, I have to give the poor thing a rest once in a while.

I should have gone to UP. I SHOULD HAVE GONE TO UP!!! No offense to Ateneo, but maybe UP could have taught me a thing or two.

I was reading Everything’s Eventual by Stephen King last month. (Sorry, delayed reaction ito.) This book is a collection of 14 short stories from the master of dark tales. “Autopsy Room No. 4” and “That Feeling, You Could Only Say It in French” were surreal, and “The Road Virus Heads North” and “1408” were absolutely spine-tingling. I couldn’t stop reading the damn book even if I was scared shitless already. I told Andie that it made my heart go thudthudthud and my hands shake. Sometimes I just had to put the book down and take deep breaths to calm my nerves. But I just couldn’t put it away. The stories won’t let me. I’d rather read the book to the very end and know what King had in mind for each story, than let my overactive imagination concoct its own ending. *sigh* I wish I had half of King’s knack for storytelling.