Friday, March 4, 2011

---Anniversary :Of Steels and Promises..

I plotted a compensatory time-off for two days cosequently after my rest day, in lieu of our wedding anniversary.The last few days was not the favorable one, me being foolishly sentimental. My plan to spend the days by myself didnt pan out like wanted obviously, although the alterations we far more better.

Schedule:
1230 AM : Walked out of the house to grab something to eat. I couldn't think of anything so I ended up getting a tall Hersheys French Vanilla Cappuccino at 7-11 for only 60 pesos. Myk had one Jumbao at Kowloon House (55pesos) and 355 ml of Sprite all for 127 pesos..then watched a movie.

11AM : Met him at the front of ADB gate and straight to the bank to have our cards changed. Geesshh..I need to let go of my 6-yr old ATM card. I had to , coz most machines wont read my card anymore.

1:ish : Dropped by at St. Francis. I didnt have lunch yet. He had the stir fried noodles and I had mojo potato in tartar sauce. + cold cold gulaman.

**I meandered inside this mini mall. Purchased 3 leggings for my kids and 2 pieces of forever-21 inspired necklaces.

** Bus ride to SM North..
3:00PM Grocery. Planned to cook spaghetti and buffalo wings.

4:00 I prepared his daughter for her JS prom.

5:00PM Myk arrived. We'll take Mykee to Gazeebo Royale where the JS Prom will be held. She didnt wear anything made of satin or silk gown. I want her to be more modern, buy clothes where she can re-use after and not an expensive gown only meant for a single occasion use. She was on a Morgan Black halter dress, black Stockings, and peep toe semi boot grayish pump and very simple make-up.









































6:00PM Bought Mango-Bravo cake at Conti's.

6:30PM -We ate spaghetti..Forgot to cook the bufallo wings. and indulge on the cake.

9PM. dead tired. slept.

Overall, I was happy I spent the like this. My joy is really on dressing up people and make them wear something I couldn't. Our whole year together will revolve mostly around people we love his kids and mine. I hope we could make it all through peacefully.


Eleven years.

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