There are no really interesting things that happened to me this weekend for most of the time, I was manning again my father’s sari-sari store (with my loot purse), except for Santy’s exhilarating news that I, together with Jules, will be a part of his entourage to his wedding on the 5th of March. I was too keyed up because it will be the first time I’ll ever gonna be inside an Iglesia ni Cristo church and it is truly stirring that Santy remembered us now that finally, he’s getting hitched to his son’s mother, Cathy.

Arriving home, I caught my sister watching Boy Abunda’s Kontrobersyal which was documenting on the celebrity sex videos. Scared to be teased a pervert, she flipped channels to German Moreno’s Master Showman and just before I took a shower, the show caught my attention by a group of girls (calling themselves D’Bodies) dancing in scantily clad outfits and fake headphones. I looked at them one by one, hoping to see someone pretty and to my surprise, one of them looked exactly like Annie, who was with me at the Mr. & Ms. Southside last year. She was, at one time, my crushee and eventually (modesty aside) had a crush on me, too. But that was just that. Later when they were interviewed, she said her name is Cherry Ferrer then I remembered her middle name is Ferrer, which made my suspicion all the more logical.

Also, my dismantled shoes were now fixed. Thanks to the ingenious Mr. Quickie at the Market! Market!. My father brought them for repair the other day and has claimed it Sunday morning. Now, my shoes got two names on it: Ohrelle on top and Mr. Quickie on the sole and the heels (now made of rubber) down under.