I’m not an aspiring Photog

Summer’s almost ending and I feel like I’m running a marathon and something’s chasing me. Two more weeks of May, and then it’ll be June. So. I’ve been thinking and looking around the house, trying to remember what I should bring back home. After all, it’ll be too long before I’ll be able to come back here—and by that time, we may not live in this house anymore. Maybe my dad will relocate because of work or whatever. Oh. We don’t own a house here because one, the American economy’s down and the mortgages are up; two, my dad thinks it’ll be hard to relocate (what with the selling of the house and the moving) when the time comes; and three, because we’re perfectly comfortable here in our rented home. I myself don’t want to buy a house here, because I don’t want to be tied down to this place.

So, anyway, I digressed. I’ve finally found the time, as I should, to transfer photos from my phone to my laptop and so now I’m posting some of them.

That’s my suitcase. And that was all it contained when I went back here in America. Snacks, snacks, snacks! I didn’t bring clothes, save for what I was wearing, because my dad told me not to. Of course, my laptop and other personal things are in my hand carry. I almost died bringing these groceries back home from Landmark. I had to take a taxi—the first time I took a taxi alone. Shh! Don’t tell my dad.

These are my new rubber shoes that I mentioned previously. My dad said these have been here months ago. I suppose this pair was a Christmas present from my aunt. Sweet! Now I’m all set to jog in the Acad Oval.

These are the shoes I bought (well, Dad paid, of course) on my first Sunday back here. My first ever pair of red shoes. Right? Did I have a pair red shoes when I was a kid? Er.. Well, my first ever pair of red shoes that I remember, then. Cute, huh? I remember Dorothy. There’s no place like home. I’ve so many flats now; I should stop. I still remember what K said when I showed them my latest purchase: “Di ba marami ka nang ganyan?” And I looked at my shoe cabinet and realized. Oh well. I love flats; who doesn’t? (Well, maybe if you’re short and fat…)

Guess what these are. Lip balms, of course! It’s written there, see? Hershey’s milk chocolate flavored and Ice Breakers sours Pink Lemonade flavored lip balms. The Pink Lemonade really tastes like the candy! I haven’t opened the Hershey’s lip balm, so I don’t know what it tastes like, but I will soon. I was looking for the ever dependable Chapstick lip balm, but I can’t find one that has SPF15, so I was going to settle for some other when my sister showed me hers (Ice Breaker Sours lip balm). The rest is history.

This is my lunch. Fruit plate! Healthy healthy fruits. I’m the only one in the family who absolutely loves strawberries, so whenever my dad buys some, I’m always sure it’s for me. Haha. This (fruit plate) is one of the things I miss about living here—besides the hot/cold water, and the centralized heater/aircon, and the abundance of tissue paper, that is. XP

And lastly,

Tadaaaa! Me in a yellow sundress. Cute dress, huh? My slippers even matched. We—my reluctant Dad, my sister, and I, that is—were shopping yesterday. I was supposed to buy clothes and my sister was supposed to buy clothes for her graduation. She’s graduating from middle school and she’s starting high school next fall. I’m still annoyed (for her sake) that she didn’t go straight to high school when she got here; my dad said the counselor said she’ll be culture shocked if she’s put in high school at her young age. She was a freshman in a Catholic school back in the Philippines—she was supposed to study in MunSci but she got into an accident and was not able to take the entrance exam. Before, I wanted to study where she studied, but I guess I’m thankful I didn’t. But I digress. Again.

I saw this dress and I thought I’d try it on. I didn’t even look at the size. It fit perfectly. But I decided I don’t want to wear it, so I put it back. My dad asked me if I wanted to buy anything else (I was buying a leather shoulder bag) but I said the jeans there are too long. They are, really, and I hate the hassle of having to go to a tailor to have them altered, so I said I’ll just buy jeans when I got back in the Philippines. I showed him the dress and he asked me if I liked it and why I didn’t want it if I liked it. He also asked whether I can wear it in school. I said, of course I can, it’s UP. But I don’t want to wear it. Hmm.. But I think I might. Okay, if we ever go back there and the dress is still there, I’m buying it. But if not, there will still be other dresses. (I just can’t tell my dad that the reason I wanted to shop in the PH is because I have a better mall buddy there—Hi, Racqy!) We spent three hours in the mall, but I didn’t feel it. My Dad did, though. He was complaining! LOL

There are other pictures, but I guess this is enough. Summer! Don’t go yet!