4 PMish. Decided to go to PVJ with Dad. Actually, it was Dad's decision.
5.30 PM. Bought Charles & Keith's bronze sandals!
5.45 PM. Windowshopped at MNG. Good jeans, but pricey. Might buy a fancy top or dress one day.
6.15 PM. Ordered at Hana Sushi (I won't recommend it). Dad tried to strike a conversation with the waitress but failed.
6.16 PM. Desperately needed a real date and was tired of paternal date.
6.40 PM. Dad tried to srike a conversation again with the family sitting beside our table. Another strike out.
7.00 PM. Kept my mouth shut the entire way back home.
7.27 PM. Was getting ready for another PVJ outing with Acc3nturi4n friends, kneeling in front of wardrobe and repeatedly saying 'I'm tired, I'm tired, God, I'm tired' (of lousy Saturdays)
8.00 PM. Laughed out loud with Dad at The Best of Saturday Night Live.
Near 9 PM. Angky called and I rushed out.
10 PMish. Stupid traffic jam! Got a parking slot. Met Ent3rpr1s3 friends, went to see the brondongs.
11 PM. Brondongs going back to hotel. Thanks for Brondong A, who wanted to walk me to the car. :) Brondong E and not-so-brondong Y talked me into having gelato before their movie.
11.40 PM. Oh.I'm.So.Dead.I.Promised.Dad.I'd.Be.Home.Before.12!!! On second thought..nah, I don't care.
12.17 AM. Dad slept through the entire process of me getting home, parking the car and locking the garage. Super-sneaky me! Ha!
12.35 AM. My period has officially started. That explains the raging hormone.....
1.10 AM. Decided to write a post about it and realized that God did damage control of my day today. And wanted to avoid another feeling pathetic episode caused by PMS.
3 thoughts aloud:
Well, sis. You ain't that sneaky. Don't u know that Dad got a spy in the house? Yeah ... that's right.
a spy in the house? you mean, immaterial ones?
what? no!
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