underarms

last friday, i was wearing a sleeveless top. at the seminar, we were asked to do stretching exercies. it included raising our arms over our heads. when we did this, White Mommy shrieked: ang puti ng kilikili ni Bratty! ohmygath! i was mortified. i put down my arm as fast as i could before White Mommy could poke her seatmate and tell him/her about my kilikili.

after the stretching exercise, i sat right next to White Mommy and growled to her: why did you say that? White Mommy replied: really Bratty ang puti-puti ng kilikili mo. since i did not think of it as a compliment, i imagined deodorant marks all over my underams. i was filled with embarrassment. i think i even flushed upon imagining what my underarms look like. good thing though that White Mommy shifted her attention to the speaker.

no more kilikili stories for that day. thank God. but more kilikili stories last sunday. sheesh.

last sunday, i was wearing a sleeveless top again since we were on our way to the beach. i can't remember how the conversation started but i remember telling Fragile: si White Mommy sabi ang puti puti daw ng kilikili ko. and to my surprise, Fragile replied: oo nga, ang ganda ng kilikili mo. matagal ko na napansin. OHMYGATH! i became conscious at that moment. i wanted to add sleeves to my top immediately.

during the loooong trip to Punta Fuego, while reaching for something at the back of the car, Fragile said: ayan o, ang ganda ng kilikili ni Bratty. that was it, i became conscious again. i tried to hide my underarms by putting my hands near my shoulders to act as sleeves. Fragile even added: matagal ko ng napapansin na maganda kilikili mo. wala pang lines nakakainis. nag pu pluck ka ba? uh-oh, here we go again.

shet. shet. shet. my of all body parts, underarms. can you just say i have no boobs? i wouldn't disagree. i wouldn't even feel embarrassed coz its really true. sigh. it just had to be my underarms.

i can't believe people notice other people's underams. or is it just me that don't take a look at other people's underarms? ugh! enough of this post. its making me sick. *shivers*

fucking work

because of the typhoon, non-operational employees were allowed to go home at 3pm. i decided to stay to watch Meteor Garden and go to the gym. but no, no, no. Head Honcho had to check out one of our products and found bugs. and i have to fix it. damn! its 10:46 pm and i can't go home because i have to fix this putang-inang problema before Head Honcho sees me tomorrow. its 10:46 pm and i haven't eaten dinner. tang ina. ayoko na talaga dito. i'll most probably suprise people when i turn in my resignation one of these days.