hooked

i feel like i've lost my spirit, my zest for life, living and dreaming for more. all i wanna do is get by. as much as they say, if you don't like what you have, do something about it, its tough. the action plans that i want seems too drastic, and for others, even downright crazy.

its saturday. back then, any day, nobody would catch me at home. i was always doing something, or going somewhere. now. today. i was at home the whole day. i could've gone to town to window shop. i didn't. i could've hang out at my girls' place. i didn't. i didn't feel like doing anything. feels like there's is no escaping what is.

hmm. this blog is getting more personal than it used to be. i suppose i could share about the joys and trials of motherhood as well.

for my depression, i got hooked on purchasing designer purses. no rationale. i admit its crazy to spend that much for purses, especially when you convert the $$ to PHP and you realize what better use you can do with that money. but what the hell.

i like manila. i love visiting. and i hate visiting. love - oh that's all too easy. ask every OFW... hate. HAHA. i'm not referring to the heat, traffic and pollution, mind you. Manila reminds me of everything that was. And i don't want to be reminded or think about that. That might send me for sure to Alcoholics Anonymous (i've taken to drinking - finished a glass of Merlot. now on a glass of Pinot Noir) and a phsychiatrist or suicide. None of which are positive options for everyone.

So, back to positive thoughts. HAHA. I'm eyeing the newly launched Stephen Sprouse Neverfull Roses in MM. Eyeing. Because at the end of the day, I seem to still prefer the Damier NF in MM. And then they're releasing the Graffiti next month. $$$$. Oh well. its my money. if i can't get anything else that i want, might as well have the next best thing, i say. I should really get something Roses though.