Broke

I’m embarrassed that I couldn’t say “yes” whenever Rem invites me to go out or “chill out” as how she calls it. I’m just not the type of person to invite if there’s spending involved. In short, I’m broke… I’m always broke… I’ve been always broke.

I don’t have cash to buy expensive things. It’s not that I’m trying to isolate myself from everyone; it’s not that I don’t like luxury… I love it- it’s just that it takes me months before I can really visit a shopping mall and treat myself.  Things are not the way they used to be.

Every time I’m tempted to open my wallet I would immediately hear what my mom would tell her other people “my daughters don’t receive extra money. They save by being tight and taking alternatives- like walking instead of riding a jeepney or tricycle.” When she said that, I remember walking more than 2 kilometers just to be able to buy regular fries from Jollibee.

Most of my friends don’t know about this because they only see how much I spend. Every P7 I spend on anything is equivalent to 1 kilometer of walking.

I’m really sorry if I can’t eat in fancy restaurants and sip iced chocolate in coffee shops as I did before. I may not be physically with you, but as the cliché (it won’t be a cliché if it’s not true) goes “I’m just a call away (though today I can include text, e-mail and YM).”