Five Dinners Gone

Hello Daydreamers!

I’m back again with another blog—haha! I sound like I’m filming a YouTube vlog. 😅 So... how are you guys doing? It’s hot, isn’t it? The past few weeks were wet and rainy, but these past few days? Whew. Scorching! Honestly, I only wore underwear to bed last night. TMI, I know. But you don't care, right? I mean... no one even reads this blog! Hello??

What’s up with people lately? The days feel slow and dragging. When’s the next salary again? Typical employee mantra. Urg! I need money, okay? How does anyone survive in this modern jungle without it? I know it sounds like I’m complaining, but no—I really do need money! Now! Haha. It’s a joke, guys... kind of. So corny, self. 🤦‍♀️

Anyway, let me tell you what happened last weekend. I was browsing my old FB account looking for throwback pictures—because I miss my youthful, glowy face. And boom. Accidentally tapped the friend request button on my old classmate. A girl, just to clarify. 😅 I cancelled it right away, but she was fast—already accepted before I could blink. Then she messaged me, and we started talking—catching up on life, the past, and how we’re doing now. She shared that she has a daughter already, but she’s not married yet. And here comes the plot twist: her daughter is joining the Kiddie King and Queen contest at our former elementary school, and she asked me for a solicitation. 

And I’m like—OH MY GOD. I just bought gifts for my goddaughter, nephews, and nieces. That cost me over 1,000 pesos! But of course… me being me (aka too shy to say no), I sent her 500 pesos. Not bad, right? I hope it helps somehow. Because honestly? That’s like five dinners gone. I’m joking. But also... not joking.

It’s hard when people think I’m well-off, when in fact I’m struggling too. I’m also saving—for my dreams, for my needs, and for the quiet hopes I don’t always share.

But hey—I don’t blame my former classmate, okay? If I were in her shoes, I’d probably jump at any opportunity too. But maybe I’m just deeply rooted in my no utang na loob mindset. Because from experience—when I owe someone even a little, they sometimes start treating me like their personal genie. They ask for free favors, expect my talent or time without boundaries. So I’ve learned: unless I’m truly desperate, I’d rather not ask. It’s not pride—it’s protection. Of my peace, my work, and my worth.

Okay, bye for now. I know this isn’t the usual poetic post... but here it is.

— just jiezza 🌸