thinking of the unknown

I guess it really helps when you get to write about something. lets you feel free to say anything about something. for me, that is a somehow become a problem.when i don’t get to write about something, I can’t seem to get over it. like right know. some things that are bothering me are the following :).

Feet Protection…

I just realized that different people have different feet size, shoes and color, sometimes you can even tell someone’s status by just looking at their feet. a farmer has cracked heels while a model has an almost perfect feet (what makes it imperfect is the fact that it is actually sometimes too big). I child’s feet looks soft and innocent that’s because they still don’t have the capability to walk a long miles on their own, using their feet. a “taong grasa” has a feet full of dirt that whenever you see one, you could say that there is no room for more dirt. But I have learned to love this Someone’s feet, problem is His feet has a hole in the middle. But that hole saved many lives and until now, many people recognize Him as Greatest. I don’t have to say his name, if you’re reading this most probably you know HIM.

Model wannabe

I got into a model search, it was great, we had to practice only twice a week on saturdays and sundays but now I’m not gonna continue to join the pagent. I chose to go to bicol to attend something more important than being somewhere else. I can’t deny the fact that I would love to become one of the people who could be given a chance to walk in the runway but I can’t live with the regret that I chose something over someone I already made a commitment to. I love HIM to much to not accept his invitation.

Money Matters

one of my Godfathers gave me money as a gift for my birthday and for my trip to bicol. as days went by I said to myself by the time I go to bicol I would have more than enough money for me to roam the place but now, I don’t know where it all went. Guess I should really have saved or I should learn to budget my money more. hmp. talk about enjoying my trip to bicol. now I’m almost robbed.

I don’t know why I’m writing bout all this stuff, I’m not really sure why I’m doing this right now. I hate it when I don’t have the answer to my own questions. guess I’m just bored. I really can’t wait to go to bicol:) just remembering all the things I had to go through just to convince my mom to let me go. hahahaha I know that was something worth bugging my mom for. yeay!