Today was fun, for a Sunday. The thing is, Alex wasn't able to come because she goes to mass at ten a.m. with her mom and that's the time we started shopping. I didn't really mind because I was able to buy her birthday present: a silver yin-yang ring. Besides, we spent really long time at the mall and I'm not sure she would've been able to tolerate that.

First, we had to buy my dress. Instead of the slinky, sexy thing I planned on buying, I ended up with a dark blue slinky cardigan and a long black skirt. My dad sure was happy. Anyways, after buying my sister's dress, some PJs for my little bro and eating lunch, we began....The Search For My Nike Sandals.

We checked out the shoe department at the department store where I bought the skirt and the slinky cardigan. They were out of stock of Nike shoes, sandals, whatever. We went to three sporty-type stores, one of them was where I bought my first pair of mens' basketball shoes. No Nike sandals. We went to yet another department store. Negative. At that point, I was getting to be pretty desperate. I told my mom, "I'll take any sporty-type sandals. It doesn't have to be Nike!" I checked out a pair of Reeboks. They didn't have anything my size. So we went to Kickers and looked at a pair of sporty-type sandals. "Those are mens' sandals," the saleslady informed me.

"Could you show us where the ladies' sandals are, please?" I said, almost at the end of my patience.

The saleslady pointed at the general direction of there. "Beside Hush Puppies," she said in a bored tone.

After spending half the millenium looking for "beside Hush Puppies", I found the ladies' sandals. They sure were lady-like all right; they were the heeled variety.

Using my psychic powers, I can tell that you are wondering exactly which mall this happened in. I can't tell you the name of the mall, not because I am a sadist--yes I am a sadist but that's not the main reason--but because one of the top officers of that mall is Stephen's dad. I will just have to suggest to Stephen's pop that Nike should be readily available in all corners of his mall.

After six hours and still no Nike sandals, I was ready to give up. I was practically on the verge of tears when my mom said, "I think I remember seeing a shoe store near the movie theaters in the mall. Why don't we take a look in there?" I doubted that I would find anything in there since it was such a small store , but I took my chances and said, "Sure." And lo and behold, my Nike sandals were sitting in there, patiently waiting for some excited, non-sporty-type-person-who-wants-to-look-sporty that happened to be me. It took me six hours and a lot of patience in order for me to buy them but hey, it was worth it. I'm wearing them right now. And I love them to death!

Don't you just hate it when people act like they're your best friend? It's so annoying! I wish I was just mean enough to bonk the people who try to get real personal and intimate towards me (when even my own close and trusted, old friends don't do that).

I wish I had enough guts to tell the guy that, "You're lying" when he talks about his clique that's composed of one hundred members, his fourteen cars, his one-thousand room mansion. No real rich kid would ever brag about those stuff. In fact, they'd keep it a secret because rich kids in the Philippines are targets for the kidnap-for-ransom syndicate around here. And they aren't cheap people, they ask millions of pesos for ransom. Sometimes you die in the end. (These kidnappings aren't in the news because that's the deal with the syndicate if they want their kids alive .) Not only that but once people know that you're made with money, they'll act all chummy-chummy towards you, like they're your best friend. They'll brag about their one-hundred member clique, their fourteen cars and their one-thousand room mansions that doesn't even exist. It's a cycle of lies and it's so annoying. I hate having to deal with losers, it really sucks.

Tomorrow's Monday, argh. I wish my friends in the neighborhood were my schoolmates so I wouldn't have to worry much about school being sucky.