when i reach the age of 25, i will be independent and rich. i party hard but i work harder. by that time, i'm probably saving for my dream house.
you see, i dont live with my parents when i reach 25. 25 is kinda old already. hopefull by 23 i'm out of this house. i probably live in a condo somewhere in makati. i've got my car (a gift from papa if possible). hopefully, by that time gasoline isn't that expensive anymore. i have a driver, he's kinda old but really really nice. he reminds me of mang tony (our family driver when i was a kid. he gives me mentos everytime we see each other until i grew up. but when i grew up, i kept on asking for mentos but he gives me white toblerone which is obviously better.) i get hot choco from starbucks every morning.
i go to places. out of the country most of the time. i roam around europe for fun. eat the BEST steak i ever tasted at venice, italy. eat haagen daz strawberry ice cream at london. and enjoy summers at newyork just like the good old days.
probably i'll be married to some guy i'm madly in love with. the dream house will be the party place. i don't really mind paying for everything everynight because i'm just uberly rich.
i'll have 3 kids but i wont get fat. i'll still be eating that way, like a pig. and still stay slim for all i care.
I"M SO EXCITED TO BE RICH! WAAAH!
now, i must find ways on how to make it posible as early as now. (must type it in wiki)
I'm Nica. Age 20. A Fine Arts student, Photographer, Company Artist and a full time blogger. I'm pretty sure you know what I blog about (for the avid readers. ofcourse!).
I blog about absolutely anything I could think of and dears, sorry in advanced. Most of them are non-sense. I have a love-hate relationship with cab drivers. I procrastinate a lot. And I love like a hopeless romantic.
