Babae 1: P*tang *na, JONTIS na ata ako. Babae 2: G*ga. Pano mo nasabi? Babae 1: Eh hindi pa ako nagkakaroon eh. Babae 2: Sigurado ka? Sino nang-yari? Babae 1: Si Cesar, sino pa?!
Cesar, kung nasaan ka man, nakabuntis ka. Dinagdagan mo ang populasyon ng Pilipinas, sinaktan mo ang puso ng mga magulang ng syota mo at isa kang lalaking malibog. Dapat sa mga tulad mo, binibitay.
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Those threads had devirginized my brows.
I am now a threading-victim.
I got my brows fixed for the promenade phemoma. Silly as it may seem, i am in the trend of reinventing thyselves and i am quite into the reinvention but the thought, just the thought of joining the trend makes me feel gross, so it would be better if we call it an "improvement stage".
The improvement stage.
First, my prom dress will soon be experiencing another redesigning. The tool will be replaced with a lace for more elegance. My gown is not a gown already, more of a cocktail dress.
Second, i bought a curling iron 'cause my sister will be the one fixing my hair and my make-up as well. I trust her more than i trust those parlor-ers.
Third, i got my brows fixed. My eyes turned teary while the 'operation' was going on. But i admire myself 'cause i was alone and nobody's beside me when the threading began. Brave girl. Weird 'cause it hurts more on the left eye than the right eye. And thoughts started to grumble on my mind. What if we only had one eye? What if our brows were connected to each other? What if my brows were like those of Imang's (Kampanerang kuba)? What if i kill this lady threading my brows?
...the stage continous...
But ooopppss, there's a problem. Someone told me that 'short gowns' are not allowed. Fuck, think i'll rent or borrow another gown. Fuck.
reality-based Shits heard over 6:00 PM
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