I have been living a promiscuous life since the rumor about Leonardo Dicaprio’s being a bisexual had come out. That was the time when I had finished college. Insecurities and depression were part of my boredom in life during those moments. Being dumped by those companies I applied to, giving each a comprehensive resume that indicates my background and qualifications, and at the end of the day, you end up feeling like a loser for their no response to your application. Sleepless nights were hitting me. I needed a job badly. 

I wasn’t proud of who I was and what I had. One night, I was seeing my reflection in the mirror. “Nobody likes me!”…I told myself. I hid my face with my two palms while my tears began to fall. I burst out my emotions. I yelled. Aaaaaaahhhhh!!! I stopped for a while. I saw a pitiful person in me. I wiped my tears off and began to wonder how gloomy was the night. My attention was focused on the cabinet near the mirror. I opened it. I took my sister’s cake foundation and put them on my face very evenly. Pimples and blemishes hid for a moment and what I saw was a different person in me. I felt I looked great with it. I brushed my hair. I put some gel on it…and posed in the mirror. That cake foundation changed my life. I used them to hide what was real. 



I dressed my self up with a nice mossy green long sleeve and a gray 6 pocket pants. I left the house. I took a bus going to Cubao. I dropped myself off to Quezon City Circle. A mixed confidence and fear were running through my veins. I stood at the waiting shed. A red Honda Civic stopped in front of me. A 30-year old man pulled down the car’s window and started to stare at me from head to foot. “How much do you charge?” he asked. I didn’t know what’s in me that I was able to answer him spontaneously. “One thousand pesos.” Then, he opened the door and asked me to ride. 



I was in a total shock when I realized I was already in the car sitting at his side. He was driving his car until we reach a cer