Durian
My mother is (angrily) insisting that I eat Durian. Moreover, my father even tells his story of how at first he couldn’t stand the smell of the fruit, what more eat it – but that he eventually he liked it as he grew older.
I couldn’t take it… them and the fruit!
On a separate note, it took my 4 hours to get home today. I was supposed to meet Toni to get my money, but when I saw how flooded with humans the side bound for Makati was, I decided to go straight home instead. It took me an hour to get on a train from Shaw!!! I was standing from 5:40 to 6:40! When I managed to push myself inside the train, some people behind were pushing me too, driving my bag too hard towards my chest that I almost couldn’t breathe! That was the worst MRT ride so far.
And then I texted my mother if she’s going to shop for a blouse at SM North. She told me, no, to just wait with her for papa instead. And then as this ritual usually goes.. mi mudra gets mad.. they fight over the phone.. my father is drunk… blah blah blah… he arrived after 2 hours! We were thinking of going ahead, but then we thought that he might be drunk, so we waited for him even if we were so annoyed. So there goes my Friday night. I could’ve watched 3 episodes of House with that time!
