I wrote about Day 8 already last week, so here we are at Day 9. Today, everyone went shopping, including our tour guide. Mikey, Ethan, and I wandered about the streets of Venice, wondering which items would be good pasalubong. They both ended up spending their cash on several fake soccer jerseys. I, however, opted to hold on to my cash and wait to get back to Manila to buy some fake basketball jerseys. Just for the heck of it, I managed to convince Mikey that his favorite soccer player, Henry, was secretly a cross-dresser. He didnt seem to mind that fact the Henry was gay, though. He said he didnt care about the freak when he was off the field, only his soccer abilities mattered. He continued to wear his Henry jersey, albeit with a jacket over it, until I told him I was kidding. I can still remember the blank look on his face, followed by the realization that I was pulling his leg, and lastly a look of anger and embarrassment and something else which told me to get far away from the range of his legs. Mikey, for your information, is ranked a high-brown in taekwondo and used to be on the La Salle varsity team until he got tired of the whole thing and quit. Later on, Ethan and I discovered an Internet cafe which charged 6.5 euro for 30 minutes. At the time, we thought it was a gift from God himself because all the other ones we had seen were much more expensive than that. To our dismay, the connection was slow, the computers were low-tech, and there were no games whatsoever. You could only surf and check your e-mail. Pathetic, isnt it? We only realized afterwards that we paid P455 for 30 minutes of wasted time. Sa Internet cafes, panalo pa rin ang Pilipinas! Ito talaga ang gusto ko sa bansa na ito! Sorry, I sort of got overwhelmed by a severe bout of patriotism. I get that sometimes.
Wondering about destiny in Vienna
I wrote about Day 8 already last week, so here we are at Day 9. Today, everyone went shopping, including our tour guide. Mikey, Ethan, and I wandered about the streets of Venice, wondering which items would be good pasalubong. They both ended up spending their cash on several fake soccer jerseys. I, however, opted to hold on to my cash and wait to get back to Manila to buy some fake basketball jerseys. Just for the heck of it, I managed to convince Mikey that his favorite soccer player, Henry, was secretly a cross-dresser. He didnt seem to mind that fact the Henry was gay, though. He said he didnt care about the freak when he was off the field, only his soccer abilities mattered. He continued to wear his Henry jersey, albeit with a jacket over it, until I told him I was kidding. I can still remember the blank look on his face, followed by the realization that I was pulling his leg, and lastly a look of anger and embarrassment and something else which told me to get far away from the range of his legs. Mikey, for your information, is ranked a high-brown in taekwondo and used to be on the La Salle varsity team until he got tired of the whole thing and quit. Later on, Ethan and I discovered an Internet cafe which charged 6.5 euro for 30 minutes. At the time, we thought it was a gift from God himself because all the other ones we had seen were much more expensive than that. To our dismay, the connection was slow, the computers were low-tech, and there were no games whatsoever. You could only surf and check your e-mail. Pathetic, isnt it? We only realized afterwards that we paid P455 for 30 minutes of wasted time. Sa Internet cafes, panalo pa rin ang Pilipinas! Ito talaga ang gusto ko sa bansa na ito! Sorry, I sort of got overwhelmed by a severe bout of patriotism. I get that sometimes.