Nag fit ako sa harap ni Mama ng mga damit na nahalungkat ko mula sa aking kabinet kanina. Pang trip lang. At tini-tingnan rin namin kung kasya pa sa akin yung ibang mga damit ko. Hindi ko alam kung ituturing ko iyong insulto dahil para namang as if hindi na ako papayat pang muli. Pero ika nga ni Mama nung nakita niya ang kahubaran ng aking katawan kanina, hanggang new year lang ito. Mawawala rin yan. *crosses fingers* 
But anyway, I found this red blouse I haven’t really had much guts to wear yet, or maybe the occasion calling for it hasn’t risen yet so it has resorted to befriending spiders and cabinet dust inside the drawers. The blouse, which was a teeny-weeney-really-really-wee-bit revealing, was styled for places like Malate/Makati/Libis, and since I haven’t really gotten into much happenings lately, I could only see myself wearing it in the mirror. Hmm. Maybe it’s about time I ask Mark to yet another bar hop. I gingerly placed on the outfit. I looked at my self in the mirror. My mother did too. “You’re getting fat.” 
Sigh. Expect to hear the things you don’t want to hear from my mother. “Can you really wear that? Your brothers are going to kill you.” “Which is WHY it’s ESSENTIAL to wear this when they’re already gone. Or when I’m not with them,” I replied. I took a couple more glances in the mirror. 
“You DO understand you can’t wear that with a bra.” I nodded. “Can you really do that?” She ventured. “Walk around with err…you know.” I paused for a while. Then shrugged. “It would look nice in your cabinet, then.” She smiled, then went inside her room. Sigh. I really have to slim up. —————— 
I began my usual photowhoring the other day. I thought maybe I needed to replace my picture we put on display in the family room. I was then 7 years old. I’m already 19, for crying out loud. Besides, I think I need to replace my friendster pictures. You know, vanity. Everyone has to answer to that need. So I took a couple of shots on our back yard. Then my dog came up, so I was cuddling him around while I pushed the button. 
Man. I’m going to age a few years after this, and I’m going to look back at these photos. I can almost hear my self saying, “God, I was THIS fat Christmas of 2004?!” Sigh.
