It sucks to be broke. Its great to have friends!
-Me

for the first time in weeks, i woke up early. made our way to cubao, and into the classroom where on the board was written...

welcome to the intensive journal writing workshop!

wheee. one of mom's gimmicks where she drags me along. i dont usually regret letting myself get dragged. this wasnt an exception.

the goal of the workshop is for you to be able to delve deep into yourself, discover and harness what you find there. i was able to reflect a lot, express myself, realize some things, become familiar with my feelings, and practice my writing (although my handwriting still sucks).

at the end of day one, dad kept us together after dinner. he just wanted to make the whole basic issue of india clear to all of us.
its splitting up the family. the boys will be living independently of the girls... meaning the boys have to fend for themselves. whatever mom earns will go to sustaining the girls in india, and saving up for a retirement fund. visits will be made as often as our financial capacity can allow. and at mom's age... this is probably the last chance she'll get at regular high paying desk job with unicef. its also the best choice for beija's education.

by the second day of the workshop, i was getting bored with it. but i still found it meaningful. mom brought cards for us to play with at lunch since it was a long break. we received amused looks from our 'classmates'. i think some guy tried to hit on me. and i had doritos for snacks. i felt a sense of accomplishment when we finally finished.

met up with loren and alex in megamall afterwards. japanese dinner! with bottomless iced tea! yum! after that we paid a visit to comic alley, where they bought me a getbackers laminated card... YAOI! BONDAGE! and then alex bought a timzone card and we went crazy over dance revo and dance mania.

met up with mom again who had gone crazy over books. left for home while hiding the laminated card from her.