I knew it!

Yes I'm bored. I watched Sex and the City thrice in the past 6 days, and its starting not to be helpful anymore.

Why? Well for one, it makes me want to shop. A lot. I don't know why it has that effect on me, but it just does. Two, it has glamorized the idea of having girlfriends too much, that I'm starting to imagine my life five years from now, having lunch with my girlfriends in trendy Manila restaurants, just like they do in Manhattan. For an unemployed girl like me, having (day)dreams of things like these aren't helpful. Imagine how much weekly lunches in nice restaurants will cost. Ugh. As much as I'd like to, I don't think I'd be able to sustain that kind of lifestyle.

And three, because of this.

I took the Sex and the City Match Your Man quiz, (yeah, pathetic, I know. Hahaha.) and apparently, my match is Steve.

Sweet, sincere, scruffy Steve is a romantic who prioritizes your relationship over his career and his wardrobe. He's content having you be the breadwinner in the relationship, and he's even willing to be bossed around a little bit. Although at times he lacks maturity, you have a hard time resisting his boyish charm. Steve has a contagious optimism and is always there when you need him.

Uhhh.. hello? OMG. Can we repeat again how much of a Miranda I am?! This reminds me of this entry that I wrote a couple of weeks ago. Hahahaha.

See what boredom can do to me?