I hate you. I hate you because no matter how much you hurt me, you still have this undeniable place in my heart. I hate you for leaving me. I hate you for loving me. I hate you for showing you care. I hate you for making me hope.
I hate you because I love you and I couldn’t hate you.
I am still stuck with my feet obsession. Yesterday, as I was sitting on my bed, I felt like my toenails were too dirty so I went to get a pedicure. 
Eversince I came to America, I stopped having regular pedicures (which I normally get every two weeks back in PI), because I keep on converting the money I spend into its peso value and I end up getting overwhelmed about how much money I’m throwing away.
Back in PI, I normally spend PHP 60.000 (equivalent to USD 1.20) for a manicure and a pedicure. Out here, a decent mani and pedi is a little over USD 35.000 which in Philippine money converts to PHP 1750.00. A hundred pesos can feed a person 3 decent meals in a day. 
So if I look at it that way, the money I spend on pedicures can literally feed around 17 people with 3 decent meals. In fact, I can go to the slums in manila 
and have a banquet!
But then, vanity cannot be compromised. 
Though I try to be as selfless as I can and live with my Christian values, I am still human. Thus, I am vain.
