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On the rocks please / 11:02 PM
Thursday, January 22, 2009


Bartender, originally uploaded by Texas Fight!.

Today was the 1st day of the job fair at our school. Juniors and Seniors were required to come in a corporate attire.My classmates looked very corporate-ish.Though i did tease some for looking like an archeaologist, a young mom going to a PTA meeting, a godmother going to a baptism, and a manager of a local supermarket. So of course they had to tease me back, they said i looked like a bartender.I had a white buttoned blouse and a black vest for the top, black pencil skirt and black tights.

Interesting experience in the bus when i was on my way home this afternoon:

old-ish male foreigner(OMF): *sitting beside me while i make way for him* thank you.salamat.

after a couple of seconds

OMF: thank you.salamat(thank you in filipino). you're very beautiful.maganda(beautiful in filipino).
Me: *smirked*


when i got home, i told my mom and dad about what happened in the bus.of course it wasn;t really a big of a deal for me.

mom: was he old?
me: yeah?kinda
dad: you should have asked him why he didn't have a car
mom: *thinking the man is a D.O.M(dirty old man)*
me: why would i ask him that?
mom: *worried about D.O.M's*
me: *turned on the karaoke*

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