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Went to lunch with Ate Liza and (I guess he's my Kuya now) Eric, and the rest of the fam on Sunday. Then we went to their new house in Lakewood. As usual, the questions about school, and boyfriends came up. "Did you graduate yet?" Oh, and of course "Do you have a boyfriend?" were the questions that came up. Then came the uncomfortable fake smiles as my more successful journalism major little sis talked about her achievements and such. I'm not bitter or anything, I just hate those questions. They leave a funny feeling in my stomach. Or maybe it was the chicken we had for lunch at the chinese restaurant. Would it be too much trouble to *not* include the head of the chicken on the dish? I mean I've heard about people not eating anything with a face, but geez, that old clucker was staring straight at me everytime the lazy susan spun around.
Anyway, their new house is adorable. It's so homey, and also, any house that has a built in bar downstairs is a good thing. And I say this, even though I hardly ever drink.
Anyway, their new house is adorable. It's so homey, and also, any house that has a built in bar downstairs is a good thing. And I say this, even though I hardly ever drink.