For today's teacher adventure, go here.

I was supposed to go to school early to research for the book I'm helping out with but I was in a terrible mood and it was raining. My mom was no help, either.

"Don't research na lang, let's just go to Shangri La"
"Okay"

Tsk tsk. Weakling.

Then after that, we went to Glorietta to look for shorts (I swear, I love these brainless pursuits) for Boracay. I was trying some on and when I walked out of the fitting room, I saw one salesman move quickly away from something. And then I saw it was a hole. Motherfucker, I think I just got peeked at.

So what, though. It's not like anything happened to me. I don't feel violated at the very least. Good luck to him fantasizing about me tripping over my skirt and those shorts.

Sorry. I just felt like updating this blog, too.