responsible adult here

it's been more than a year since i've lived on my own. by that i mean by myself.yes, me.me.me.
so today, i decided to be a responsible adult. i called the pest control.
living in a condo unit means sharing the building with slobs. not that i'm not guilty of being one, but they belong to a different realm. they just leave their trash by the elevator when infact the gabage room is just a few meters away. pure laziness.
regardless of how responsible owners are with their trash they can't help having the floor be infested with pests.
that's why we have to shed moolah every couple of mmonth to get rid of those bugs.

so there, this was what happened today... man sprayed the house, i had to stay out for a couple of hours to avoid inhalation of strong cheemicals.

Less blabs, better

I thinks it's pretty much about time to be a blogger. By that i mean an active one, several posts in a week.

What invoked me to do so? Lawschool.

I have proven time and time again that in order to survive law school, one MUST be a good writer. Erase that, one must be an excellent writer. One should be able to organize his thoughts and be a ble to condense 15 pages of raw idea into 1 sharp and concise paragraph.

I have always been a blabber. Well, typical woman who thinks that the more words the more intimidating she gets, i don't think that applies in law school. The antics i pull before in nursing school has no place in law school. Back then, you'd pass an impressive 50 pages case report with the hopes that it will bore the instructor and just stop reading and decide that younappear smart why not give an 85. Not applicable in law school. Once you bore the professor, he stops reading. Thinks you are an idiot wasting his time and off with a 65. That's how diverse the two world is.

To wrap it up. Law school = less talk,more content.

When people tell you that you deserve better, that you shouldn't have been treated that way and you yourself know that they are right yet....here comes the big YET ... You know in your heart that you love him. That one day he's gonna prove the world that he is worthy of you.that he changed.

What are you gonna follow? The dictates of your mind? Or the screams of your heart? Cliche as it is but that's the truth. There is no compromise. No in between. Take your pick

Pichi pichi

Everytime my hormone levels are up i find myself crying all over again over the same old topic.

How can one mend a broken heart? A puzzle per se can be solved, yet see those broken lines? Once u solve a puzzle it's way easier to break it. It took u hours to solve but in a second, a fraction of a second, drop it. And you'll find yourself starting all over again.

Life is pretty much the same thing if not worst. You see, when life breaks you, little do you know that additional pieces are added. Making the process more complex. More vulnerable to getting destroyed. That what doesn't kill u make u stronger bullcrap? It is just bullcrap. It doesn't make u stronger. It makes you immuned. Totally different concepts.

Joy to my hands

For someone who have hands like mine (never worked a day in her old life) better use this joy dishwashing soap.... Believe me, these minute things can save lives! Rather, hands.

Pros:
Does not irritate my ohhhh soooo delicate skin!hahaha
As seen on tv, it easily removes grease and oil.
So economical, mine lasts for more than 3 months. Fine, i do take outs pretty often...pero kahit na
Has a pleasant scent. Not so dishwshingY thing.
Cheap! Prolly around 80 pesos for a 250 ml bottle.


Cons:
Doesn't come in a pump like bottle. Im lazy like that.

Introduction....not....yet

I'll do away with introductions and the like. I should be doing cases but instead found myself creating this blog.. I wanted to do some reviews on household products which do wonders. But then again, i guess i have to put that on hold.

I might do reviews on fashion and beauty cuz im cool like that. That too is on hold.

Love? Why ofcourse, who doesn't want to write some cheesy bone tickling writeups eh?

Struggles, YES OF COURSE! I am a WOMAN...therefore i love to rant.

Ok im not making sense? Who cares my blog, my rules... Enough for now. Cases time.