We had lunch at KFC, where a bunch of noisy, annoying ten-year-olds were being noisy and annoying while waiting for their food. My friends and I marveled at how fast kids grew up these days (heh, that makes us sound like grandparents): I mean, the girls were all dolled up, with make-up and gladiator shoes. LAWL WHAT EVEN.
Then we headed to National Bookstore at my suggestion. I was pretty sure that they didn't sell most of the books I wanted to buy (Stories, The Solitude of Prime Numbers, Money, to name a few), but I wanted to check it out anyway. To my dismay, they didn't have Pugad Baboy 22, but look at what I did buy at NBS:
|A notebook and pens for school, just like a *~good student~*|
|I have been looking for years for a black notebook, and here it is! |
Will write in it with a silver pen and use it as a journal.
We hit a few different stores because Denisse wanted to buy a gift for a friend, and we eventually ended up in the department store.
|Rockin' the fedoras with Gab.|
|I tried on the temporary, spray-on hair color in the color red. They said it looked nice on me, and I quite agree. Must buy a can of that stuff.|
Yay for good friends and fun days :D
(Smiley for emphasis on my happiness.)