So, how do I start this? Ohh, okay. Let me introduce myself first.
I'm no ordinary girl with simple dreams.
You read it right, SIMPLE!
Hindi ko pinagmamalaking mayaman kami. Proud lang!
I'm an only child, born in Canada, grew up here in the Philippines, raised by a single mother.
Malay ko ba kung saang lupalop naroon ang ama kong magaling. Anyway, wala siyang kwenta.
My mom is self-employed. Meaning, she works for her own business, a big business with many branches all over the world. She's stingy, tight, workaholic and controlling kind of person but never to me.
I'm difficult.
I'm hard-headed.
I'm messy.
I'm complicated.
I'm inconsistent.
I'm unpredictable.
I'm bad.
I'm... ME...
Friends? Yes, I have a couple. Maybe a few more. Okay, since I'm rich, I have a lot.
But I don't exactly call them my friends. More like, people that claim to know me. They're probably hating me when my back is turned. What can I do? I'm famous.
I have only one best friend named Mara, and I can tell she's very nice.
I'm no saint.
I bow to no one.
Sa yaman kong 'to, wala pang nakakapagpaiyak o nakakapagpaluhod sakin, ang yumuko pa kaya?
So if you're planning to piss me off, you must plan your funeral first.
Anyway...
I am Barbara Guevarra.
MAYAMAN.
BINABASA MO ANG
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