Dichun mai sabai dee. :(
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Such a long day!
had to go to fedex with dad so we can get an estimate. my brother is asking for a toefl book and some magazines where he can get inspiration from for his work. sending a package to the middle east is a bitch. the last time my father sent a package to him, a kilo costs less than 3,000 pesos. now it's way more than that and it certainly begs the question: "where the fuck are your magic carpets?!" we didn't send the stuff right away. my dad figured that he should go talk to my brother first before he does.
we went to the nearby mall. there was a bookstore and i couldn't resist going over there to check out the sale. i picked up "madame doubtfire" the book where the movie starring robin williams was based on. i finished reading it yesterday and i found it bittersweet. i love the movie, very funny and has a nice ending. the book though has its own charm and i could definitely see the family dynamics in it. it makes me sad that not everyone who gets married can get along with their partners in the long run. i may not be in the right position to speak about divorce but if possible that i get married, i dont want to resort to it. im better off with ~parting ways due to natural occurence~. oops, arsenic tastes bad, no? HAHAHAHAHAH just kidding. divorce is emotionally draining for everyone involved and it's just disappointing that faith can't hold shit together.
had lamb meat for lunch. ive actually grown accustomed to the taste of it. some say it tastes like burned plastic. i dont know... im weird and i can handle tastes like that. it's chewy.
went home and slept for a few hours. woke up and got dressed in the same shirt, pants and socks i just wore that morning (my dad did too, hee) and picked up my friend at mcdonald's. went to tramway and it was packed like a clown car. i insisted that we find a table first then that's when we get plates and line up at the buffet table but my dad thinks otherwise, that we should get food first and think about getting a table afterwards. he said the waiters would be forced to find us seats anyway if they see us with platters of food. i guess that plan worked. a waitress did find us seats, but we had to share it with another family. they turned out to be nice people. they shared their plate of buchi balls they got with us because they're actually like gold bullions on the buffet table. once the cooks put a tray of buchi on the buffet table, some savages who we had the displeasure of encountering would just grab a bunch by the hand like that, all hygiene and dignity aside. jesus.
after dinner, my dad dropped us off at my friend's workplace. we were waiting for a friend who would pick us up. to pass time, we just logged on the internet at a cafe there. after an hour, my friend was there and i had to terminate my internet session much to my chagrin (lol @ that word, seriously) because firefox kept shitting on me. it lags like a satellite feed that it angers me and i could just punch the monitor with my bare hand. we also had to pick up another friend who was at a different mcdonald's branch, the one near my university. gawd, i stepped inside and i couldn't believe it was the restaurant i used to dine in during class breaks or after a football match. it looks like a yellow space ship (with all the lights and shiny metal stool legs) devoid of a playground. what! i loved that playground. my classmates and i used to talk about sex near that area, not giving a damn if the kids playing there could hear our conversations. lol
cherry gave me a chocolate bar. i love chocolates. i love it so much that i ate it in the dark while in the car. i love it so much that i got some chocolate stains on my shirt. ugh, great. went to the fort. stopped by krispy kreme because fraulien had to buy a box for her brother or else he won't open the gate for her when she comes back home. ha! went to pier one afterwards and armi ordered a pitcher of margarita for us. i didn't like the taste that much. id rather have beer because it doesn't need salt or lemon or anything; just ice and your gut. the appetizers are not much, but i ate at tramway already so i had enough food for the day. anyway, funny thing is the waitress asked two of my friends for their id (HAHAHAHAHA) but that felt like an ~insult because it meant that i look old when im actually younger than them.
im pretty sure my friend didn't drink too much so i thought i was safe when she drove her car going back past midnight. the thing is there was not much traffic going on in the streets. i had no idea that my friend is like a drag racer. fucking eh, she scared me shitless! i thought we were going to die when she swerved side to side to dodge the cars in front of us. "i drive safely, don't worry! never had a driving accident in my whole life." she said. and i said, "right. and this will be your first."
dropped off one of our friends at her house because her mom is strict and didn't want her staying out late like that. damn, that's also the same friend who was asked for identification by the waitress earlier. anyway, my driver friend also decided to drop off our other friend at her house, and i was like, hey we could look at our grade school pictures because she has loads! got there and her house was a mess because it was being renovated. her room looks different because it was painted yellow. (tip: don't paint a nursery room yellow because that color hurts babies' eyes so that irritates them and makes them cry more.) i immediately asked for her photo album so that we could show our other friend. (ive seen those photos before but it's fun to look at them again with a different person) and she was like, ewwwwwwwwwww loser!!! she didn't like what she used to wear. haha. i also noticed that there were group shots were i wasn't included because i was the one who took the photo. aaah, typical jamie. i hated being photographed when i was growing up. i didn't feel like pretending to be happy for a snap or two. besides some of those photos were from a field trip which i hated because i couldn't ride in the bus where my classmates were. i had to ride a bus for a different section with 3 or 4 other classmates and it sucked. they wouldn't let us sit in the back so that we could be together (even if they were not really my friends, i mean hey we're classmates so we've got to stick to each other). we had to sit at the extra chairs in the aisle and it made me miserable. fuck, sometimes i hate grade school so fucking much. the high school photos made me happy though, even though armi could not enjoy those as much because she studied in a different school. nevertheless she saw a lot of familiar faces and ive also come to the realization that basketball player chris tiu looks like my grade school classmate named racquel. yes, i just implied that chris tiu looks like a girl.
it was late, or rather early in the morning and my friend said that her mom wouldn't let us go at this time of the day. well the margarita kicked in while we were lying on her bed so we thought we should sleep there until it gets brighter outside. i had no extra clothes because i wasn't expecting for a sleepover so i had to borrow clothes, and take note: my friend is very small. it was a challenge to find clothes that fit me especially since her stuff are all over the place due to the renovation going on. finally she found a school shirt she bought at a yard sale and a pair of shorts she likes to wear because it's very loose. it fit me like floral biker shorts, ha!
those bitches left when i was sleeping and when i woke up, they were sitting on the bed and said they just went to jollibee for breakfast. it figures since they're night owls while my schedule still gives me the reason to live like a normal person. fraulien gave me her pancakes and it felt gross that i slathered butter on the pancakes because my stomach was grumbling and the consistency of the butter kind of reminded me of poop. damn. armi and i had to leave because she wanted to go home and sleep while i had to do my laundry (the agony of dry and flaky hands!) and i needed a good shower (summer heatwave for the lose!). she dropped me off at the terminal so i could ride a jeep home.
i got home and i still felt blah so i slept in for a couple of hours. did my laundry and binged on leftover spaghetti in the kitchen. it was my sister's graduation in the afternoon but i decided not to go because i had things to do and i was exhausted. i enjoyed playing with my our dogs and feeding them a big bowl of rice and leftover dishes which is never enough for their gargantuan appetite. they got back later in the evening and they brought home some food from outback steakhouse which i attacked like a death row inmate; a bad idea if you happen to have cloverfield scheduled on cable later on. that movie is a bulimic's dream come true, seriously.
