there is something i can't quite comprehend: marriage. the whole idea baffles me, not because of my fear of committing to one person my entire life; but because i cannot wrap my head around the idea that a few friends/acquaintances from primary/secondary school are married and already starting a family. here i am, 22 years old and barely able to keep a relationship lasting more than a day; while there they are, freely having sex on their matrimonial bed without a condom. how is that possible? okay i know it's possible, i just think it's annoying that it has never been an option for me.

as a child, while watching a family friend's wedding on vhs, i once told myself that i want to get married by the time i'm 24. that seemed like the perfect age to get married, have loads of sex and in turn have loads of children. i'm two years away from my supposed marrying age and sadly i am far from ready to walk down the aisle (or have loads of sex); but as much as i may seem to be making such a huge fuss about my ringless finger, i actually am pretty okay with being unproposed to because i know i am not ready for marriage. frankly, the whole idea scares me silly; but that's another tale for another day when sleep, once again, evades me.

sufi, i blame your blog post^click for making me think of marriage.
ah wells, moving on...

in the spirit of being girly (and also because i've missed the outside word as i've been holed up in my house for more than a week now), i got myself driven to my favorite cheap-ass salon just outside my village and got pampered to death. the result: my hair is now tamer than usual, my feet nicely scrubbed, legs lovingly massaged and my nails painted a sweet shade of goth. pretty. totally worth the five hours and the over 2000 pesos spent.

while i once deemed manicures and pedicures pointless - mostly due to not being allowed to grow out my fingernails and paint them in the pretty colors of the rainbow due to my guitar-playing and the fact that my toes are constantly hidden inside my chucks - i now understand the lure of mani/pedis because strangely enough, even though i was weirded that some stranger was touching my feet (i have this thing about feet), i eventually found myself sinking back into the comfy couch and devouring a cosmo magazine. yes, i got my very first professional mani/pedi at the age of 22 - such a loser. i think i'm addicted to it now though. ms elle woods was right, manicures are awesome pickmeuppers; and after the week i've had, i really needed an awesome pickmeup.


i'm scared for the 21st. part of me, all of a sudden, doesn't want to leave.
at least i have a slew of gigs to look forward to before i fly away.

Feb 06 - Pampanga Town Fiesta
Feb 07 - 6underground
Feb14 - 9mile Bar (valentines' day bullshit)
Feb 20 - DLSU-M (CLA event)