*Before i begin with that, let me just ask this to myself one more time... "Did I really catch Dr. Paja*** watching and staring at me from afar several times?" Now that's weird, cuz I've always looked at him as some kuya (a cute kuya though, but a kuya still nonetheless)... ---Now back to regular programming---*

I hate to admit this, but I am one of those Filipina women who still have that colonial mentality of what constitutes beauty, more particularly those who believe that their underarms should be just a little more whiter. Right now I am very much amused by my own ingenuity of putting a bit of petroleum jelly into the Amira Magic Cream and then mixing it up. I did this after concluding that it's actually not my underarm skin that's irritated and thus at fault, but it's the cream itself--- being too strong that it stung when I dab it on. Funny because I used to use the fake one (Magic Cream without any Amira logo) and it worked well on me. Howell, probably it's also because i have somehow disturbed its real mixture by storing it in my travel bag for too long, putting it sideways... and maybe by exposing it to direct sunlight accidentally. When I had opened the box, some oily clear liquid had dripped. That could have been the moisturizing part of the solution which should have neutralized the stronger whitening chemicals they've put on it...

Hahaha. I can't believe I'm talking about some dark underarms shit on this blog.

***********And going back to my boylets episodes... Honey invited me for an overnight trip with his old high school friends in Moalboal, I declined (thank goodness!). My 5-feet pile of laundry distracted me and competed for my attention at that time so I had to give in to the latter. Not that I didn't imagine or wish that I were in a different place. Nor that I were facing the beach instead of the washing machine the whole day... I have to be pleased with myself though... I won one battle within myself--- the battle of responsibilities-and-loyalty-to-my-bf side versus fun-and-a-little-more-fun-while-my-bf-works-his-ass-off-thinking-of-me side.

Now another temptation is slowly creeping in. A reunion suggested by my good old friend (did I mention that he courted me before and that he is one hell of a flirt?) to talk about old times. I sure thank that I have much CESAFI stuffs to keep my hands and mind busy these days... else I would've already seen him.

Which leads to this rhetorical question: Do these lines of thinking constitute cheating already??????****** 

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