I saw a very young girl with a man who is not her father. He was rubbing his hand on an area near her breast. Her face shows slight discomfort and shame. She briefly looked at another woman seated beside her.. Her mother (mamasan?) tsk-ed loudly and elbowed her harshly. The girl just looked down, while the man tried to get her to look at him in broken English. I wanted to take her away from his lecherous hands.
You know how I feel about Fridays and Weekends. And admit it, you feel the same way too. It’s a “Worldwide Scale Appreciation” epidemic.
Friday was the boy and I’s Monthsary. Bought him a small gift. A useful one I might add. While I may love the occasional “Cute Worthless Thing Bought Spontaneously in a Cute Store” item, I actually try to make sure that I buy something that the someone will use. I don’t want it to end up just gathering dust in a corner of a closet somewhere…what kind of a friend/gf/relative would I be?
Which suddenly reminds me…I have yet to do my Christmas Shopping.
Saturday was Parent’s Day…well kinda, I took the day to pass on my 1st Macbook Ganesh to the hands of my youngest brother as well as drop off my long overdue gifts from Singapore. Wallets to the 2 bros and Luggage/Bag Tags to the ‘rents. See what I mean about practicality? Sure beats the usual tiny keychains and small Merlion Statue souvenirs.
Lunch and dinner was spent with them. Lunch then a long cat nap. For dinner, Mother insist for some entertainment. So we went somewhere…just me, Dad and her. To summarize, she had loads of fun. I enjoyed the lights and people watching. Dad content himself between watching mom having loads of fun and watching people with me.
here’s a clue:
I think the bad carpet is already a hint. (Look at my manly feet)
It was also the birthday of a good friend of mine Papu. Otherwise known to me as Papsicle, The Living Tinkerbell and my Anti-thesis.
Sunday is still questionable. It’s a half work, half play kind of day. But I am sorting out things and bobs in my head, while listening to some good ol’ drum and bass from Makoto.
This is also the day that NU will be signing off…for good.
I remember my high school friend Pritzi and I would spend our sleepovers and rides home from gimiks listening to this radio station. Sometimes (well, most of the time) she would be headbanging to the song she likes as we traverse the Metro Manila traffic. This reminded me that in those days, High School Life was bearable because I had Pritzi, with Frances Torres and Elena. And even for a small string of connection, we had that radio station to bond us together.
It was wonderful while it lasts. But this is not the end, it’s just a “See You Soon”.
Hope this weekend has been special and wonderful so far.