The day that was...
47 degrees hotter. Off days filled my roster. All my friends were thousands of miles away-- dinner in Paris maybe? "Merienda" in Jollibee! Grrrrrr! Coffee in Milan? while I'm stucked here in the land of unconsiderably filthy rich locals and schools of Pakistanis and Indians.
I decided to make my day productive. Went to uniform store, begged to give me additional stuff, failed! . Ate my favorite Dried Beef Fried rice with Egg or the infamous "Tapsilog short for Tapa, Sinangag and itlog". Though I barely eat rice now, I can't help myself but grind over the pearly, soft, yummy pieces of grain. So another bottle of Green Tea HP assured me that I'll be okay. Bloated and feeling so fat, I needed a break! Window shopping.
Rushed to Marina Mall. Walked. Walked. Walked. I didn't buy anything, fitted many clothes in Zara, visited Louis Vuitton for the nth time, empty handed =( . Envied the locals. But still proud!
Someday, when the sun sets. I will walk with my chin up high again.... Kudos for the high interest from HSBC huhuhu! Hate it!
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