Thank God It’s Pay Day!

What else could be rewarding than having to splurge the entirety of your paycheck for things you want? But reality hits hard: you do not always get what you want. For all the humane reasons, you are supposed to secure food on the table first before the frappe you are craving for whose cost can feed six by home-cooked dinner.

If I were to to spend a month’s worth of my hard-earned salary for the things that I want given the things that I need are well-taken cared of by some magic or miracle or something, here is the countdown of the first five things I am going to spend some filthy cash on:



I never get to update my fashion statement that often, because of course, as a mom of three, I would rather buy preppy outfits for the kiddos. Most often than not, I grab a shabby blouse I could wear for civilian day in school whenever I have spare cash to spend on clothing line. But I am seriously in need of new pairs of jeans! When was the last time I fit into some skinnies or soft pants? Or grab a hot dress off a hanger without checking on the price tag? Or keep all tank tops I have chosen and not decide to leave them on the counter in favor of my son’s jersey or my daughter’s skirt? My memory is never serving me right about that anymore. So I am definitely getting a wardrobe fix! (Not to mention, a total make-over: get a new hair color, a body massage and scrub, fresh finger and toe nail polish, facial treatment-the salon works!)




They say the best way to save is to save fast food stores and restaurants for very important occasions. But with extra bills to splurge, I would not miss pigging out on all my favorite dishes with my family or with my friends. It wish to try “shabu-shabu” or perhaps Korean hot pots, the biggest hamburger in the city, or the famous back ribs down the city’s main street. They also say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Oh yes, I cannot agree with you more! Then, with my stomach full, I shall not miss the coffee break I must reward myself with, a hot white chocolate mocha from Star Bucks will ease all my worries away. But before I forget, I will definitely fill a grocery cart of my family’s favorite pig out food like chips, chocolates, ice cream, spicy ramen, fruit juice, frozen stuff and the works!

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I will not miss going to the movies for the world! Because I happen to be a practical mom, I deny myself of the guilty pleasure of spending on a movie date, even if I go alone. Movies cost much these days. So naturally, I just wait until there is a DVD copy or something and just satisfy myself with an overdue kind of joy. I missed watching the sequel to 21 Jump Street that is 22 Jump Street (Channing Tatum’s heart surely broke), the premiere of The Fault In Our Stars, and close to a dozen movies I said I would not miss for the world but I actually did because I had to buy milk and diapers first, which are far more essential than my fan girl fantasies. For sure, I am going to watch movies or buy home videos of all the movies I love and I missed respectively!



I have a dream library, my dream refuge, my dream solace, my dream land of hard-bounds and paperbacks! Sadly, my books are either hand-me-downs from my father, gifts from thoughtful souls or rewards I give to myself because I have won by some odds a raffle draw. I have always wanted to go book shopping, and it is disheartening to start up a collection when even books on sale give you second thoughts because you feel guilty for not buying your kids the latest toy craze or a new pair of studs. I read wonderful books borrowed by recommendation of colleagues and students, but I wish I owned them too. I had started out collecting books by Sheldon but never got to complete them. With a “cheat day” for my salary perhaps I would really be investing on books, and a walk-in book shelf, or even just a chest for these wondrous treasures. First on my list would be of course, Sidney Sheldon’s, then Paulo Coelho’s, and The Selection Series. Most books I am going to buy are those that come in sets, like the Hunger Games Trilogy, Divergent Series, and even Dork Diaries (for my daughter of course). The list goes endless!

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“When was the last time we went out on a date?” my husband asked me one evening. Surely, I would not miss out on a date with my husband and the kids. We have tried a boat ride to Iloilo City once, the City of Love, but the sad thing is, half the time I was not with them because I was processing my License to Teach. The next time I want it to be different. It might be Cebu or Manila; anywhere we are sure to head to one great hotel stay experience, have some pool fun, cable TV bonding moments, endless pigging out, and then visit historic spots, try out the place’s best dishes and delicacies-selfie here-selfie-there- foodporn-eveywhere-kind-of-vacation! Disneyworld might yet be too expensive, but there would always be Star City or Enchanted Kingdom or something. If going out of town might be too expensive now that I have gone shopping for clothes, food, movies and books, it might just be a weekend off to Campuestohan Highlands or the mountains of Don Salvador Benedicto where we can be dauntless in the rope course or the island’s longest zipline, respectively.

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Don’t get me wrong: I do not earn that much to afford all these things. But imagination happens to be free, so who’s fussing?


(photo credits to google search)



Divergent Laughter

When was the last time I had a laugh like no other? A laugh that is mockingly amusing? A laugh that is sarcastically delightful? A laugh that is painfully exciting? A laugh that is memorably humiliating?


We might have dressed up with the shades of factions from the Divergent book when we watched the movie version that day, but that would not be the funny part.

The cause of our joy was having an honest-to-goodness non-reader non-fangirl friend (who was dressed up as Candor) sit in between us two frankly insane bookworm fangirls, and listen to her make hilarious comments of the turn of events which we, the latter, already knew of because we have read the book. There had been several episodes of shock, amusement, ridicule, ignorance and awe coming from every careless but honest remarks she made about the characters, the scenes and the what if’s and could-have-been’s she had in mind out loud.

To add sparks to the outburst, she even lost her very important pouch (with her cellphone and cash in it) in the movie house and realized she did when we were already ready for the ride home. We had to appear like Dauntless transfers as we rushed back to the movie house, called out for the guards and searched for the missing pouch.

I never felt so breathless that day. All thanks to our Candor girl.