My aunts, Rhea and Marlyn just left for Manila. They'll be having a vacay at Boracay then Cebu. I don't know if my dad's pushing through with our own vacation. The prospect doesn't really excite me as much as it would have then, way back when I was ignorant in traveling. I asked Tita Rhea to buy me Crocs. They're pretty expensive but I don't really care. My cousin Myka told me that she read somewhere that Crocs were considered the worst kind of footwear and I should opt to buy Havaianas instead. I didn't reply that I think Havaianas are too fru-fru for my taste and it's so 'uso' that almost everyone's got them on. And come on, havaianas are just extravagant flip flops--normal slippers na nilagyan ng borloloy too be exact. Crocs are not ugly. They're just weird. and I love weird.

To prove to you my dad's paranoia over the uncertainty of things. He asked me to look up formats for last will and testaments. And he always books separate flights for the family. The reason for all this is something I couldn't reveal. My dad will kill me if he finds this blog and read it. It's a 9-1 chance that he will see it but I don't like taking chances. I haven't taken any chance over him ever since my mom died. But still I'm his only child that has gumption to disobey and argue with him. And I plan to stay that way. It doesn't mean that I'm just his daughter that I don't have the right to speak and reason out. I even think that he's afraid of me. Hehehe

{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } chipper

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