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It’s Time…

May 14, 2008 By: Reah Category: for a cause

…to SAVE. Yeah right. You just won’t believe how much cash I’ve spent last month. I won’t tell but let’s just say it’s more than what I’ve earned last month. My savings accounts nearly gone. Almost kaput. Sigh. I just wish I could have thought about my decisions longer. I bought a TM, T w, G w, 3 bags, a DSLR, and more than 10 dresses. Plus I treated my family to a handful of free dinners last month during special occasions. Why, the dresses I shopped for are enough to last me ’til the end of the year. That is, if I only decide to wear one new dress for each month.Haha! Okay, okay, it’s the shopaholic in me striking again. But seriously, I want to stop. I need to. I have to lest I want to experience poverty. And afte all, all these are utterly meaningless.

Maybe I should get another savings accounts that I won’t and can’t touch this time. Like this one from WaMu which I think could help me more with my saving goals. I have a few bank accounts under my name but I’d like to try a new company with its online savings, statement savings, and CD services that I know I could very well benefit from. I just hope though opening savings accounts in my area is already available.

Sigh. Just one big sigh.

How would you know if you’re a certified mall rat?

May 12, 2008 By: Reah Category: rants, raves

…if the guard greets you:

“WELCOME BACK MA’AM!”

and doesn’t check your bag anymore.

And if he still opens the door for you even if you’re entering the mall 30 minutes before closing time. Such privilege. Haha!

But seriously, it’s embarrassing. Not good for my ego.

I’m gonna FAST now.

A Tribute to Mommy

May 11, 2008 By: Reah Category: family

My first memory of you was on the day my baby brother was baptized. I was two at that time. I know because I saw the pictures and I could still remember. You left me and Ate at home. I didn’t know why but maybe you felt you couldn’t handle more than one kid at a time. You went away for awhile, but you still came home.

I remember nothing after that incident until I entered school…as a “saling-pusa.” Remember the time when I left the nursery, stomping my feet because my teacher gave me a different and “easier” exam? The teacher followed me all the way to our house. You wondered why I went home early. My teacher explained why. You just laughed. I forgot if you reprimanded me but you were there ready to comfort me. Read the rest of this entry →