date day, night

I hate it when a national holiday falls on my day-off. How come other people get to enjoy a workless day and have the weekends off? I work on Sundays! I don’t get a long weekend and I still need to share the train with them? No fair.

But April 9th treated me well. Met with Eula after er months – and we went shopping! Typical. After lunch we went around Market! Market! and finally got what I wanted – big, chunky, clunky rings. I LOVE IT. There were rows and rows and rows of stalls selling costume jewelry and semi-precious stones inside the mall. I mean it. We actually got LOST at one point. It was amazing. Eula said she saw Imelda Marcos shopping there once. You should go to there. Seriously.

Here’s Eula and I showing off our rings while inside CBTL in High Street. (We were hiding from the heat. Gah.)

I also bought necklaces and earrings. They’re selling ’em quite cheap anyway. Next time, I’ll buy bracelets. Let’s do this again, Eulaaaaa. ;)

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Met up with Jake that evening, then off to Trinoma to meet up with Carl and his friend and see Date Night.

THIS MOVIE HAS TINA FEY AND STEVE CARELL HOW ON EARTH CAN YOU GO WRONG. (The sex robots are just a bonus.)

Watch it.

Dinner at Tokyo Cafe with the rest of the HGC gang. I’ve avoided Tokyo Cafe for the longest time because I thought the food’s crazy expensive. Okay naman pala. Next time we go there I’ll order the parfait.

So there. How was your –

No. I won’t ask you about your weekend, because most likely you had a long weekend, so yeah yeah you had an extra day to watch DVDs. Hmp.

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