forgive me mary jane, because in the following weeks i may not be able to write as often as i want to. i wish i could give a good reason enough to keep you from coming over here and sticking this pen into my eye, but alas, i am just an ambitious little girl. because i know better than robert kiyosaki advising money-seeking people to simply have financial intelligence in order to be un-broke, i kick his rich ass out of my head and live in the real world where money is something you can't earn in 17 minutes, at least not for me and probably for ten billion other people who'd be running around that rat race like a nasty curse of god. if there's something worth taking note about the real behaviour of money is that it is like fine sand that sifts through your fingers so fast and before you know it you'd be left with coins just enough to pay for that jeepney ride home. oh, yeah. i know money and especially the lack of it. i have been broke since i left college.

that being said i'd like to proceed to the real news, albeit not really related to money--i'm on the road to brand managership and i have crossed the rubicon. no, they're not promoting me, silly. not yet. but since i am a little girl with big plans, i pimped myself to the calling of my ambitions and agreed to more responsibilities that could make me roll up into a ball and rock back and forth, whispering "no more, no more...". and if this doesn't kill me, i know i'd emerge as the victor of my own battle, maybe bloody, bruised and sweaty but flashing my iron-clad teeth in a big smile. does this mean i am assured of that promotion? no, but it sure will increase my chances of being accepted in my dream company.

so on with life, on with the unpaid overtime, on with brand managership (or brand managershit), on with the merry-go-round. my friend rolls his eyes and says, "you're so full of drama."


yes i am, yes i am. forgive me, mary jane. i just wanted to say i'll be busy.