The Pokpok Issue

I have finally moved out of my very grand apartment at West of
Ayala. As painful as it is i was forced to say goodbye to my ever
so beloved swimming pool, the best hang out place. I'm sure my
beau and my friends would agree with me.

So now you probably wonder where fate had thrown me?

Well, how would you react if i say Makati Ave?
Yes, at Makati Prime Suites Tower.
Right at Manila's Red Light District.

If you happen to be a guy I'm sure you'd be jumpin' in joy.
But being the tan and almost gusgusin girl that i am, this
isn't such a good thing.

(Hush...Hush)

The foreigners might think you are a
.... (i can't even say it)...
...( well go figure)...

So UNFAIR!

especially if you i came from the best university in the country
and have studied in Europe! And have a decent job.
Excuse me. I meant if you have decent JOBS.
You pay for your OWN food, your OWN make-up, your OWN
shoes and clothes and movies or whatever kikay stuff you fancy.

Well, I just simply find it so harassing to be walkin in the city
in business attire: the coat, high-heels sort of deal!
Who's to blame me?

And simply bec I refuse to use whitening lotion and soap
and wear formal clothes, should i be punished like this!