Oh my. It was my birthday...

Today was a really hard day. I noticed that I have been marked by enemies because I was mataray daw and rich with a job. Oh my. I'm really rich. I'm really a princess. And not the very smallest person anymore....

I'm a universal princess. I'm a Catholic princess. I'm an Asian Princess as well. I should think I'm rich and feel good about myself. Yes, my house is rich. My situation is rich. I'm just very young. I can get clothes later. I can get things later. My things are very rich. Let's see: I have some nice house clothes, some really expensive money (cold-hard 500 pesos and Papa's money), some really great ebooks (top 100 novels, great textbooks and interesting classics), some of the niftiest computer apps (they kind of work well with some tinkering), some notebooks, a few ballpens....

I don't have shoes right now except for slippers because my shoes got muddied in the flood (but they're still useful, the slippers) By the way, I didn't get wet in the flood at all and immediately went upstairs without going back for my things.

I've got some makeup left (Victoria Jackson). They're really expensive as well (drugstore, but heck, they've got great quality). I've got some really nice combs and a blessed resin comb as well (it could seriously be a relic already).

I guess I've got it alright. It's pretty great.

I wish I had a hand mirror. Well, my makeup set has a mirror included anyway...

Addendum by Joan: (You're very rich. But they want you to look stereotypical...)

Addendum by me: (Marami ngang gamit.)

Joan: (I-categorize nga lahat ng gamit...)

Joan: (I don't think they can hear this...but why do you have to post this...?)

me: (We just can't keep it hidden from the authorities...)

Joan: (kasi marami na nga.)

me: (precaution: everyone must have alcohol or cologne spray handy with them...)

me: (girl's with boyfriends should have a small spray of men's cologne handy...)