I know I said I wouldn’t go shopping. Lalalala, the day I said that, I ended up in Gateway— for necessities, though. Stuff like toiletries (bahtroom tissue, pantyliners, toothpaste, razors etc), orlando vacations, and groceries (coffee and cigarettes). And, umm, new earrings.

Then the other day, I found myself at Debenhams purchasing a box of denier 15 tights in black worth almost what I make in one working day. So in working class Third World words— overpriced stockings. Five pairs of them. Sosyalan!

It’s the Mary-Kate Olsen wannabe in me.

I came home a happy nearly-broke bunny with more new earrings, three new pairs of panties, two new books, and diet pills. MK, I will be a half-assed Asian version of yooou!

Twice now, I have willingly given up the chance to meet up with Surfer Boy. Rather, twice now, I have chosen D over Surfer Boy. Thursday night, he had invited Aa and I to Zambapalooza— an event organized by the Manila Surfer’s Association. I accidentally told D and he pulled a “partying and boys again???” line on me.

So I ended up at D’s place instead of 6 Underground that night. I had work, but decided to screw the first half of my shift. Umm, yes. <3<3<3