I can feel failure in the air. Just because failing comes easily for me, and just because I’m totally okay with it. And just because I am a momomonsterrr! who refuses to acknowledge certain things.

But like what Ely said: nothing is impossible; the ‘impossible’ just takes longer.

In other news, I got a haircut yesterday. Chopped about four inches off so now the longest layers fall around an inch below my collar bone. Which just shows how short my neck is. Also, my regular stylist (who I trust with my heart, soul, and loins) wasn’t there. Which naturally led to a sort-of hair disaster: I asked the stylist to cut the front layers a bit shorter. Bad move, my hair now makes my face looks rounder and fatter. This is why I have a certain stylist who has a mind of her own: because I can never be trusted when it comes to my own hair. SRSLY. :(

And to those who’ve been wondering: yeah, I have a job. I start on the 12th. I applied to three call centers and aced everything. Because really, how hard is it to pass such assessments. It’s probably the only sk1llz I have. I’m back to working in Makati because there’s no Starbucks in Cainta.

Also: eew, quit it. You’re, like, balding.:

iSigh. The escapist in me wants out again. I wanna be a store window mannequin. Or a slow dance.