Malling a la pobre - Ha! In layman's terms that's called window shopping and that's called the oh-well-and-oh-fuck mall moments... Fret not, it's not like i spend lavishly at all. Outside the magic cards and adidas basketball shoes (plus maybe books @ booksale) of course... But anyway, nice to have the entire family (outside the Kuya who's left behind in Naga) around in what could be (?) biggest mall in Asia. Because you see the biggest mall in Naga is 5 per cent the size of MOA--- that difference alone is worth the visit and probably a big thing for the probinsyanos, which of course i belong to.
Malling Disclaimer: "This is not my son."--- i should be wearing a large tag with those words printed (Tahoma, size 56) in it. Ok, it's not that i am not fond of Jigs (James Gabriel), the son of my younger sister; it's actually quite the opposite, i love the little guy as much as i love a real son (i wouldn't know that of course, 'til i get one.) Point is, how would the other girls in the mall be interested if they took it that way? That, i already have a son? Kidding, of course as it was just paranoia telling me that those girls indeed were looking at me (Make that double-take). Thank you, paranoia and thank you vanity. It pays to be confident these days. Believe me, i fucking NEED it.
See You tomorrow.
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