gihimog diary ang blog

dear diary,

i am once again in my favorite place. it's far from being classy or luxurious room that can be seen in magazine. to be fact, it's messy with used dress hanging on the wall and an unmade bed nearby. i am sitting not on a soft padded swivel chair that i've been sitting 5 days a week in the office, but, on a plastic stool that i am not even sure if it can hold my [aherms] voluptuous body long enough for me to post this blog. 

my mother just came in to gave me my favorite pillows for my tonight's favorite event - sleeping. uh, can i just tag her along with me when i get married? life would be much comfortable with her. my father is in the next room, watching tv. actually, it's just the idea of him watching juan dela cruz, ang bakal na krus, but really, he's just sleeping through it. 

on the next barrio, there's a fiesta going on, and a singing contest is held tonight in the plaza. my sisters didn't want to miss that so off they went to watch it. my mother asked me to go with her to watch, too, and as usual i said "i don't want to". i don't know why this 5x6-meter room is more interesting to me than anything outside on it. 

i travel 3 hours almost every weekend just to be here. this place is far from being perfect but i wouldn't trade it for paris hilton's place. uhm... on the second thoght...

until then,

vella

ps: believe me, i tried so hard but this is the best i could get. i'm not good in selfies :(