Sonntag, 3. Januar 2010

Retail Therapy

What was excitement at first turned to resentment when I saw my salary + 14th month pay. It was a lot less than I expected. Maybe because of the taxes, loans and other deductions that ate up most of my so-called income.

I was able to put the rest of the money to good use -- my kids' tuition downpayment, credit card dues, and monthly rent for the pathetic excuse for an apartment I'm currently residing in. The whole place would be bearable if my landlady is Oprah instead of Cruella de Vil.

A lot more stress came in when the money I'm expecting from my "bitter half" (not a typo error, it's really bitter) is a lot less than the transpo/food allowance I gave him for working two months in that stupid agency. It didn't even make half of the expenses I had to make.

Luckily, I was able to score a sexy pair of red pumps for myself and two pairs of cute capri pants for my angels at the Rustan's mall sale. Nothing like a good retail therapy to uplift a woman's drowning spirit.


Freitag, 1. Januar 2010

I Dreamed a Dream

My friend Bambi and I went to a videoke bar last night which left me sick with a fever the morning after, but it was all worth it. I had a great time not only because of the venue but because I was with a friend whom I've known for more than 10 years.

Anyway, Bambi sang a song which left a mark in my heart, corny as it sounds. It was a sad song from the play Les Miserables. I haven't seen the play but I loved the song "On My Own"until she introduced me to this one. An equally-tragic piece:

I Dreamed a Dream

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.


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