my best bud ems texted me yesterday. apparently, she and her nanny were talking and she asked her nanny nonchalantly who amongst her friends does she find pretty.
“si _____ , maganda ba? “, ems asked. “maganda ka pa du’n, ate.”, her nanny replied.
“eh si _____?”, ems again asked. “ah, yung may mga anak? yun maganda nga, ate.”
“sino pa [kulit ni ems, noh?]? eh si ninang?”. “sinong ninang, ate?”… “ninang ni alexa.”
“ah, yung tomboy? yung lagi nating kasama? yun din, maganda!”
ems SHRIEKS. “hindi tomboy yun! bwahahaha! lagot ka, isusumbong kita!”
and the yaya laughed at herself too.
my reaction? “%$#@&?!, grabe naman! di ba niya napapansin ang earrings ko?!”
the only consolation about the nanny’s observation was the fact that it is the craziest, most dyslexic form of compliment I have ever received in my entire life. pretty nga, mukhang TOMBOY naman. haha.
but I wasn’t mad, ha. I even showed ems’ text to dear, who just shrugged it off and said I should really make that trip to the salon and have my hair cut, treated, colored and highlighted. man, that’ll require mega bucks for my short hair’s reincarnation! I could buy a pair of new gap jeans with that!
it’s always been the majority’s impression about me. even at the time I had my hair super long back in the day. maybe because I am really athletic? maybe because I move and dress the way I do? I’m a tshirt kind of girl and frankly, I don’t have issues getting my hands dirty (so to speak). but to those who know me well, it’s not an argument. to these friends, I am just the plain ol’ me… 100% GIRLAH.
and the irony of it all is: I know my fashion, I design faux jewelry, and I do make-up quite well. oh, heck.
I think I should make a scrapbook layout about this, noh?
here I am with long hair and a tint of makeup a few years ago:
so there 😀