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When your classmates are gettin now into some other Jean styles and other atrocities

So recently my an old high school classmate just messaged me to become one of his daughter's god mother, yes you heard me right! i totally don't know why he chose me because i don't think I'm that mature and stable enough to be a fairy god mother! que horror! i even use my debit card to buy mi some lattes at Starbucks! or the fact that i still buy 1 liter of water for my condo's fridge just because I'm too lazy to order the big things! that kind of irresponsible! anyways the point of my entry is not even related to the title! its just that i seldom think that this day would come and that my high school batch mates would have that fathers and mothers classification kind of thing seeing that the dive is too early! 

Anyways another unrelated fact to this issue is that, i don't think I'm ready to face my batch mates! GAWD DAMN IT! i haven't really lose weight and i still haven't figure out the dress or garb i should wear! i was totally not envisioning myself in going to another pseudo-reunion when all the people would come are the ghost from my past, don't get me wrong i totally want to see them and what they're are into but the red carpet i ordered from way back my high school days haven't been delivered yet??! lol

Anyways i still need to figure out a plan to look like someone who is not wearing shabby magnolia colored uniform for work to a well dressed professional sophisticated young adult! Fears aside, I'm kind in the median mode of my brain wherein I'm still not into that realm of reality that hey, its been years and you're still acting like a fresh graduate! i guess this thing is a wake up call for me to have a real job that pays real money suitable for adults. (oa lang)

Wish me luck! coz I'm totally goin bananas right now! (pun intended b*tches)

b. 

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