The ads are in full force to promote it. I chance upon it twice or thrice within an hour's time of bonding with the boob-tube. "Red", it says, trapped inside the outline of what seemed to be a sim card. They have around three (or more, I'm not so sure) sets of campaign for this new mobile phone network, and I'm pretty sure they've spent a good deal of moolah for the teevee ads alone.
Half a peso for a minute's call is already something. But the promise of a better network coverage is definitely greater in this era of busy phone networks. I get skeptic, then cynic, but eventually adamant to try it, just so I can ditch my cynic conclusions that it's pretty much just like the rest.
I was still awed by the cheap voice promo, when my hopes soared high to find out that a sim card only costed thirty nine buckos. It was captioned so minute on the last slide of the ad, that I only realized it was there by the third time the commercial aired. Nevertheless, that was forgivable.
I was itching my way to the nearest mall to scout for a sim card, when I smartly opted to hook up with the forum to check on the others' take on the new sim on the block.
Ohhhhhh. I sarcastically ooohed to myself. "Three-g pala ha... ayos. Well since Nokia 6020 lang ito, buti pala't di ako naglagas ng trenta'y nwebe pesos!"
Sigh. Imagine my dismay when I learned about this. Imagine my fury when I looked at my outdated phone! Somebody throw me a used 3g phone, puhleaaze!
I'm sleeping at 3am today courtesy of this son-of-a-caffeine forum I've been hooked with. It's the yuletide, and I'm broke as everyone else is, and so I scout for malls that are cooking up some yummy sale banners. Hitching the bandwagon of cyber benchmarking, I logged into a forum to check out possible christmas sale gimmicks. Loving how these forums work, I jotted down my planned trip (or trips?) to the mall this coming weekend to finish off my christmas list.
Just as I was about to log off, I remembered other things.
I'm a girl. Other things meant, tons of things. I started thinking of reading reviews from other girls on latest flicks. I wanted to read feedbacks on how the others thought of tonight's episode of Survivor Philippines. I wondered if there were new food crazes that the girls are raving about.
One interest lead to another, and before I digested that it was already past three in the morning, I've already skimmed through one-fourth of the entire forum. Oh yes, I started surfing at nine pm.
There are good things, there are bad things. Nothing is purely good. Atleast with forums. It's a good thing to know how convenient it is to get first-hand reviews on gadgets, flicks, clothes, beauty prods, food, well basically, everything, through these helpful forums. But boy, the costs of being hooked to it are ugly. I may even consider it a vice since I've been sleeping at an ugly pattern these days.
Oh well, I can't wait for the sale this weekend.
Malls are melting pots of a woman's compulsion to score for what she feels she needs (and denies the fact that it falls under the "wants" category). These places serve as homes to transient evil witches of every girl's wardrobe, chanting, "fill 'er up, fill 'er up!".
I frankly don't know how many evil-witches-of-the-wardrobe i actually have, but they've been working their asses off for the past few years based on the large number of unworn clothes in my closet.
I'd be happy to have these witches, if only I were the type that knew which pieces to splurge on. Thing is, im such a loser scoring clothes that I end up not wearing them at all!
I stare at the stack of tops and bottoms. I could see imaginary worms trying to bear holes on them. Mildew sits on every sleeve and hem. Molds start to form despite the fact that these are inorganic stuff.
Suddenly, an epiphany...
Everything out in the market are going sky-high already. Goods and services. Why would I want to waste my hard-earned money (well, my parents' hard earned-money) by not maximizing these things I've splurged on? I rummage through the stack (without the worms, molds and mildew now) and started to sort them out.
Going through my other "active" clothes, I picked out which "rotting" piece would still be "wearable" for a possible mix-and-match. I ended up with two piles, my "Rescued Stuff" to my right side, "Ebay stuff" on the other.
rescued satin top
rescued long-sleeved shirtNothing goes to waste now. Either I mix and match them with my current stuff, or I make money out of them. Haha.
The witches quietly retorted, "Money which you can again spend on one of those melting pots. Eeeeeeh, Eeeeeeh, Eeeeh, Eeeeeeh, Eeeeh!"
