Accused Shoplifter, House Plan Troubles & Skinny Dipping Attempted
Monday, the start of my week, and it started quite shockingly. I woke up at 7:30, kinda early for me. Last night, I’ve watched this National Geographic Channel Special called "Gospel of Judas", it’s about Judas’s side of the story, the betrayal and the famed "Judas’s Kiss", and to tell you honestly, the special will somewhat shock you. (For further 411, head to the national Geographic Channel Website or watch out for the show on the channel).
Anyway, my cousins was here for the weekend and I was very happy, cause being the only child, I treat them like my own siblings (all 8 of them). This morning I went again to Lucena to pick some files and more medicines for lil’ miss veggie. First I picked up the files, buy some magazines, got the address of a certain bank and I’m off to my fave place (SM). Take a piss first, then went to BookSale, find some place to eat lunch and the restaurants are filled cause it’s lunch-time.
Penshoppe, off I go. I tried to find some clothes, bags and some underwear. When I was done finding (and really just window shopping), I went out of the store. Then out of nowhere the door alarm (those metal-detector-thingy’s-spotter-spotting-shoplifter-species) went off. I was kinda dumbstruck when this buttish-pimply-faced-saleperson called and alledgedly accused me of shoplifting. I was on the verge of a major BREAKDOWN. But I kept my composure and somewhat tell the truth that I didn’t took anything. (If my raging bitchy temper and tactlessness emerges, this salesperson will experience a major-BITCH FIT, F words will fly, opening a can of Whoop-Ass, butt-kicking and even an immediate suspension will be served). This moronic-male specimen accusing me for shoplifting really shocked me, and I left the freakin’ store. The next time I’ll go to Penshoppe, I’ll make sure I’m going to buy everything in the store and had him fired. Bench is next, I really want to buy this tees that I like, but my moolah baggage is on strike so I ended up leaving the store emptied paws.
In my every visit to SM, I always stop at National Bookstore to check out if a new book of house plans is available for me to splurge on. Every since I was like in elementary or high school I’m always reading house plans (my dream is to become an architect, but freakin MATH always bite me on my behind, so the dream to be an actual one is gone). I’d rather buy read them than a regular novel, which I find somewhat boring. So I found a new one, 325 New Home Plans for 2004, and head to the cashier to buy it. While paying the book I was purchasing was not recognized by the cashier-sensor-thingy and I waited for at least 10 minutes to pay for it, and the good thing is, I never had gone to have another of my BITCH FITS, and I politely waited (a not so typical me, I’m always impatient human). The weird thing is, I’m always in a hunt for another book of House plan, when I have 3 books at home (one has 154, 325 and the big one 650), I’m never satisfied, I want to buy every book out there.
I’m really anorexicly hungry and must find some place to eat but all of them are full. I ended up in the food court and ordered Pork Teriyaki, which is not that well cooked and it slightly burn my tongue. Again I bought Cookies and Cream from the renowned shake maker ZAGU (love, love, love ‘em). To go back home I had to ride the jeep at the terminal (which I not usually do), and I ended up consuming my melting ZAGU at home. Give lil’ miss-veggie her daily shower and went to the other house to cool myself off on an inflated orange pool. I attempted to dip naked (a really awful sight) but I didn’t.
Being accused of shoplifting, waited for some unrecognized price tag and skinny dipping, one of my more interesting days so far.
Auf Wiedersehen…
