I am happy for you..
Have a wonderful, wonderful journey..
Oregano (Scientific name: Origanum vulgare) is also known as Wild Marjoram, Mountain Mint, Origanum, Wintersweet and Winter Marjoram.
A picture began circulating in November. It should be "The Picture of the Year," or perhaps, "Picture of the Decade." It won't be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the paper, you probably will never see it.
I have never been affected by any story as much as Baby P's story has affected me. Yesterday evening, I found myself sobbing twice! I just can't get over the sheer horror of the story.
In my country, it has never happened before that the media and the people have been forbidden to actually reveal the names and faces of TC and SB, the murderers of Baby P.
Over the holy week break, I spent the entire four days just watching the 15 episodes of this Korean show. Yes, I am a self-confessed Korean drama addict. I already have my favorite actors and actresses; albeit, I don’t know their names.
I am a self-confessed lover of vintage clothes.. otherwise knows as UKAY!
I derive great satisfaction from buying something nice for P50! or even P35! I do!
NOTE: I know a place which sells clothes at P35, but u wouldn't know it was that cheap!
So being that kindagirl.. It is a really big deal for me to buy something, costing me P700!
Which I did.
I happened to see something in this catalog and i bought it.
But of course, i would want Erbe to see me in it!
Anyways, that day i was wearing the "thing" and i was really feelin' quite good..
I had an exam and i told Erbe to meet me at 7:30 in the evening..
Lately, he has been making me wait because of something which I cannot tell u due to his command.
Anyways, there i was in my new clothes and i was waiting..
...2 minutes passed..
I texted, "Wer ka na?"
I was getting irritated..
I was texting unmentionables stuff..
I was freaking furious.
I was out, walking furiously, muttering to myself, cursing, texting him.
Yet no response.
I was like halfway to my ride when I stopped.
And thought, "he hasn't seen my tee!"
Blame it on woman's vanity.
I turned around, cursing myself, i went back.
I started texting again..and again started waiting, simmering in complete anger.. Yet i had to let him see me in my tee!
After......................... 55 minutes..
He was there finally.
And i started to wait for him to comment on the freakin' tee.. and waited and waited...
When we were walking home..
HE said.. pause.. I held my breath..
"Oi, ok baga bado mo."
That was about it. I couldn't believe it. After all I went through!!! I wanted to bloody kill him. But well, what can you do?!