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Pencil Case
Sunday, June 17, 2007


Happy fathers' day, my dear Daddy and my dear friends' Dads.


I woke up this morning, and my first thought was: THE CARD! I bought a card last Friday, for Dad. It's the outrageously big card we usually see in Blue Magic, and I wrote quite a lot. It's to tell my Dad how much I appreciate his understanding of my overly-dramatic mind. I made Trish write too, and what Trish wrote, I guess, really did emphasize her worries, though they were written in such a joking manner. Goal: Make Arianne and Miguel write too! Arianne managed to write hers, and even draw some little butt-shaped figures with 2 nuts on each side (later we found out they were hearts with wings!) And, as for my brother, he simply wrote I love you Dad! and drew his version of my Dad (stick figure in blue and hearts all around). It was quite colorful. When Dad asked me to get his newspaper from downstairs, I tucked the humongous card inside, but then the edges were peeking because of the newspaper's unadept size. Oh, God.


And by the way, Maan, Happy Birthday. I don't have load! DAMN.


We went to The Fort, just because of the new Fully Booked. Yeah, what a book-addicted family we are. Did I mention it takes about an hour and a half to two hours of driving to get there? Amusing, really. We did enjoy ourselves. We spent a good number of hours looking at books and choosing what we want. La, la, la, la. It was a lovely building, with even lovelier material in its confinement. In case you haven't been there, it's still quite unfinished, the basement (which I suppose are for art materials) and the the top floor (business, etc.) are not yet quite furnished, as well as their Starbucks. But nevertheless, it was quite a world of reads. AND, out of curiosity, I looked for Leo's book. I had no intention of buying it, ha. (Because I'll be trading a painting for a book with Leo! Haha! No way am I not gonna read that!) Guess what I found out? IT SOLD OUT! COOL. Really. Congratulations, my dear friend, you sold out. Horays!


I ended up buying Emma by Jane Austen. So much for getting tired of classics! I loved the synopsis I can't not buy it. It would be against my better judgment to do so, so goodbye other chic lits, Jane Austen stole my heart. Trish got the Unauthorized Biography of Lemony Snicket. Eh? What do they see in his books? I, for one, despise it, loathe it, and swear never to read it again. I got depressed and my stomach failed me when I read the first book. Oh, God. What a shameful thing. But my dear sister wanted it, she's quite a reckless sardonic bitch. And I say that with much love. She actually wanted a vampire story, Twilight, but Dad laughed at her. Sardonic little miss. PS, I actually liked the idea of Twilight, I almost convinced her to get it.


Dad took us out for lunch, and he, being his usual self, tried to joke with the waitress. When we got there, we were on the waiting list, and we wanted to go to Fully Booked first. Dad was joking the waitress to text him when we get seats. HAHA! My dear father, ever so blunt. He's hilarious when you're with him. I didn't really like the idea of Mini Shabu Shabu. There's just no variety, but lucky them, they were the first restaurant my father saw, and he was very hyngry. We could've walked just a teeny weeny bit more and end up somewhere better! Sad, sad, sad. I'd actually prefer McDo, or Jollibee (:x) for that matter. But whatever, all that matters is I was with my dear, twisted bunch of a family. (cue: melodramatic music)


We went around Bonifacio High Street a bit, looking for my (soon to be MY anyway) pencil case, but we found none. I saw the Jordie ones from Fully Booked, but I didn't like them. They were the only cases I saw. We were also looking for Migo's alarm clock. He said he needed it. NEEDED. Kasi dapat mauna siyang magising kesa kay Arianne. Ang maunang magising, siyang manunuod sa room nina Mommy. Did it occur to him that we already have classes? We walked to Market Market for that, for his alarm clock. And my pencil case. But that's besides the point, because I didn't get to buy it. I still could see a suitable pencil case. Picky, much? I bought the pens, and writing materials, but no pencil case.


On the way home, we stopped by Ever to try to look at the National there (pencil case!), and buy my grandmother's medicines. The line to the cashiers were 30 people long. No, thank you. I went to Human, and odds of all odds! I found my pencil case!!! It only costs P69.75, and I loved it! It was made of stripped canvas, and of course the zipper. And I fell in love with it! The moment we got home, I painted it with a rubber ducky, with a talk bubble that says "Meow". And I also painted my pink stroller bag (which I plan to use this year!!!) with two hearts. One red, one white!


Did I tell you I'm in love with peanuts? Or nuts, for that matter. I love whatever it is that have nuts. It's an addiction! I bought Reese today, just for the heck of it. Nevermind the calories, peanuts are righteous enough to be excepted from the calorie count. (hint!)


Oh, and we were late for mass, but we attended it nevertheless. I saw my deaaaar Tep!!! =)) And I hate our school buses. Kill their tires, as well as their spares!


I'm going to have to go now, school begins tomorrow! I'm getting jittery, wondering how the first day is going to change my whole year. So long, and till tomorrow, loves! Pray for me? Yay. Pray for US. Please let it be block. :(

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Bianca Ruiz;
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Assumption Antipolo;
Ateneo de Manila University;
Management Engineering;
Occupation: Professional sleeper; Addiction: The faded era of the orange ball & persuation & color pigments;
True Addiction: Me&You.

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