Lethargy had made me more contemplative these past few days. Apart from merely staring in vacuum and let my head momentarily shut down for a split second every 30 minutes, I also started reassessing what on earth do I really want to do with my languid life.
After 2 hours of feign pondering (hahaha!!), I’ve come to conclude that I will trade anything, even my college degree, just to become a top model. On a second thought, maybe I’ll just let my college education be. Maybe I’ll just settle with just the vague “anything” minus my UP experience. *wink*
Look I’m almost perfect for a model. My boobs are so miniscule you won’t notice they’re there. My honey- colored skin is good for a Bora Bora or a Caribbean pictorial. I’m not pretty, but my features are beyond unique. And my hair has attitude. Unfortunately, I’m too darn short, way way shorter than an average human mannequin. Blame bad genes for that.
Dream terminated. Mission accomplished.
pebi talking in gibberish again around 5:00 PM
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