Fry Day

It's so hot today. How hot? Let's just say I had to get out of the house before my brain became sizzling sisig!

So I got on an airconditioned bus and zoomed to Gateway Mall. I bought myself a drum-sized iced tea and sat down to eat my lunch--fresh garden salad (I'm such a good girl!). I wanted to take off to Boracay and get myself a Jonah's, but then, that's just wishful thinking.

The mall's packed. It's Mother's Day, that's why. I'm not a mom, and I don't have a mom anymore, so I couldn't hang out with her in this unbelievable oasis right at the heart of jologs country.

I'm sharing a table with a mother and daughter duo. Dunno who they are. It's a "Share-a-seat-win-a-friend" thing. I overheard they're planning to see a movie. Sweet!

Bumped into Michelle and Bong. They're trying to seek shelter from the sweltering heat as well. Might stay here a little bit longer. The sun's not very friendly this summer, and I'm not in the mood to shake hands with it.

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