I didn’t expect to get into an early Christmas shopping after an early morning meeting on a holiday. Since I was done with all office errands as early as 9AM, looking for things to keep me occupied until 10 landed me to David’s Salon in Ayala and had my hair treatment. The current collection of Paper Dolls and Bayo either made me look old or too young like someone attending a high school dance. I couldn’t find something in-between until I came to Plains & Prints at Shangri-La Plaza Mall. And voila!
The latest holiday collection:
I was about to buy shoes at Rockport, which is currently doing a sale up 30% off. Quite a good deal there if you’re looking for christmas present ideas for him. But then again, there’s the nagging decision not to overspend. So I headed home thinking of ways on how I can recover my latest splurging. Then I passed by this neighborhood spa, and had a massage. I swear, with my muscles aching as of this writing, I will never come back to that place again. No one beats Manang Tonyang, the famous “hilot” (local massage therapist) in my place, who charges P50 for a back massage. She does it so well that you sleep like a baby at night.
Getting a cab these days has been extremely difficult, with all the long lines in the malls, not to mention the baggage you are carrying from groceries to something as bulky as electric mattress pad. You could literally grow another leg with long hours of waiting and risk high blood due to sheer irritation. By the time you catch a cab, the driver would refuse because they consider the destination “out of way”.
Okay. So what’s the use of having that sticker “to any point of Luzon” when you are not even asking for a ride to Ilocos, but just 4 kilometers from where you hailed the cab?
My love affair with cab drivers is more than a decade strong, and they have evolved too. From completely ignoring you to shutting down the meter to demand for a fixed fare, they now have the latest excuse. Like the gas is not enough to take you to your destination. “May LPG station po ba doon?” So I was like “Malay ko. Hindi naman ako driver.” (“I don’t know. I’m not a (cab) driver.”)
That’s the latest driver bullshit to date. As if there are no gas stations in every major thoroughfare. It happened to me twice in just one night. I swear the next time I encounter one isnabero driver, I will make sure DOTC will hear about it and that driver will get suspended. If you are a victim of these choosy taxi drivers, get the plate number, date & time and location and report them to 7890. Let’s see how serious DOTC is in their Oplan Isnabero campaign. If not, lit a fire to blow up that smelly cab, which should be easy since most of them run on LPG.
I have a 2-year-old vanity kit from Body Shop which was given to me by a friend. Last night I have taken an inventory of what I should be keeping and throwing out for good. (I didn’t expect to find my old earrings and titanium bracelet inside it.)
No. 2 in my wish list. No. 1 being the dress I saw at Calypso.
Now here’s the list of what stays inside my kikay kit:
- Pressed face powder from Body Shop
- All-In-One Face Base from Body Shop
- Tea Tree concealer from Body Shop
- Lipstick (Fabulous Fig color from Revlon)
- Maybelline cheek blush (creamy cinnamon)
- Liquid Eyeliner from In2It
- Sun-baked eye color set from In2It
- Smooth Felt Liner from Maybelline
- Brown brow and eye liner from James Cooper
- Blue eye shadow from Fanny Serrano
- Marionnaud sponges
What’s lacking:
- eyelash curler
- mascara
- mini brush set
