crinkles
Yesterday my mom and the rest of the Co Family came to Manila as a stopover before going to China today. So naturally, I spent most of yesterday afternoon shopping with them.
We went to Eastwood and checked out the bazaar. My mom noticed how "old-looking" clothes are the trend these days. Like the stuff that was fashionable before are the same things that are fashionable today. After checking out the clothes (and not buying any), we wandered into the mall and ate food.
When we got back to my Twa-E's house for dinner, my mom bestowed onto me some gifts she brought from home. YAY!!!
I got a jar of mangosteen preserves, which I originally bought as a souvenir for Rap and his family from my summer trip to Dapitan a month ago. I wasn't able to bring the preserves to my plane ride coming to Manila, because for some reason, airline authorities do not allow glass jars of preserved fruit on airplanes. (And apparently, heavy wooden hitting sticks are less of a security threat to them, as long as they're wrapped in newspaper).
The second thing I got was Jiggy's old mp3 player, which I asked my mom to bring so that I'd be able to listen to music while I jogged. Long time no see, old friend.
The last (and best) thing that I got was a batch of crinkles that my sister Caitlin made herself. Woohoo!!! They are extremely delicious and I fear I will consume the whole bag in one sitting.
We went to Eastwood and checked out the bazaar. My mom noticed how "old-looking" clothes are the trend these days. Like the stuff that was fashionable before are the same things that are fashionable today. After checking out the clothes (and not buying any), we wandered into the mall and ate food.
When we got back to my Twa-E's house for dinner, my mom bestowed onto me some gifts she brought from home. YAY!!!
I got a jar of mangosteen preserves, which I originally bought as a souvenir for Rap and his family from my summer trip to Dapitan a month ago. I wasn't able to bring the preserves to my plane ride coming to Manila, because for some reason, airline authorities do not allow glass jars of preserved fruit on airplanes. (And apparently, heavy wooden hitting sticks are less of a security threat to them, as long as they're wrapped in newspaper).
The second thing I got was Jiggy's old mp3 player, which I asked my mom to bring so that I'd be able to listen to music while I jogged. Long time no see, old friend.
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When my brother first got this, they came with the best pair of earphones I have ever laid my eardrums upon. |
Hey, I made those kisses-shaped crinkles!
ReplyDeleteYeah, Cait said bitaw. Great idea, dad! They're worthy of being sold at Mamang's Home-Cooked Meals.
ReplyDeletegit fresh booty music
ReplyDeletewhat on earth?
my reaction exactly.
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