Yesterday, I woke up at 8 am. It was early considering that I slept at 5 am. I wasn't doing anything important or academic. I was playing a game called Sims 3 which I'm currently hooked. I can't seem to find myself away from it for more than 8 hours. I sometimes find myself lost in its world - mainly just thinking what I want my character to do next.
Breakfast immediately followed after waking. My sister and I was to go to Adela's, a bowling place near the airport. We were suppose to wake up at around 8 am, do what we have to do and leave the house at 10. We were going to meet Ricca, my sister's bestfriend, at Adela's at 10:30 but since my very very punctual sister woke up at 10, we were able to leave the house at 11 and got there at 11:30. Good thing Ricca was not there yet. It wasn't disastrous after all.
The activity commenced immediately. We played 2 games that ended at 2 pm and ate at Village, the restaurant across Adela's. We wanted to take pictures of the place but then my phone died and so we were not able to. After goofing around at the restaurant's playground, we went to Southway, one of the new malls in the city. We did not buy any stuff there. We just walked around and looked at the stores. We stopped in only one place - World of Fun. It was like Timezone - with a smaller place and a noisier crowd. We played a few rounds of racing, basketball and the hammer. I had fun except when we played the hammer.
The game had this big hammer that will be used to hit a button the size of a medium-sized round cake. Each player is able to play for two rounds. My sister and Ricca both scored a 9 in each round. I, on the other hand, scored a 3 and a 5.
What the heck was that??? A 5 and a 3???
I could not accept that. I tried it again so that I could redeem myself and I got a 10 and an 11!!
It felt great. (^_________^)
We then decided to go to the next door mall which was called The Gateway. Ricca said it also has a place like WOF. When we arrived, we weren't able to get in because the place was packed. We were about to turn around when we saw this really interesting game. I don't know what it was called. It had a small punching bag attached to a machine which measures the amount of energy the player was able to apply upon the bag. We wanted to try it but when we observed the players of the game, we noticed that they were all boys and what was more scary was that they were all physically able. What I meant by that was they had muscles and had a look that they can kill someone anywhere , anytime. All the players were completely intimidating. Suddenly, anxious thoughts came upon us like "what if I was not able to hit it? would they laugh?", "would my force be enough to make the bag move?", and "would my punch be hard enough to be measured?". We were disheartened by this but did not give in. We vowed that someday we were going to play that game. I have a feeling that that"someday" would be around December this year.
I was only 4 pm but we had nowhere else to go. So after stopping at Gateway, we decided to bid each other goodbye. After Ricca had left, my sister and I stopped by Mindpro and bought some chow and went to my father's office where upon the entrance I stumbled and sprained my ankle.
It hurt like hell but I kept my face and just laughed about it. I didn't want my dad to worry. It was a good thing that a manghihilot lived nearby. My father's officemate contacted her and asked her if she could come by and fix me. In less than 5 minutes, she was there and after 10 minutes, I was well.
We were about to go home when my father's officemates invited us for karaoke. My dad hesitated at first but after few minutes of pestering (by me of course), he obliged.
We sang and drank (The Bar Orange-flavoured Gin and Vodka) until it was 7. My sister and I weren't drunk but the elders were. After a minute of persuasion, my father finally decided to eat. We ate at Antonio's, a restaurant at Paseo del Jardin. As we drove back home, my father, in his drunken state, kept babbling about the other good places in the city that we can still go to since it was still early. We politely declined and insisted that we wanted to go home and rest.
We arrived at around 9 and the second my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.
Today, I'm currently at Kape Zamboanga. Dinning. Again.
I have a feeling I still won't get use to this.
