Ugh. Came home only to find out I lost one of the benefits of having a room: privacy. Dad was in the room with the air conditioner turned on (hey, I didn't know that worked...). At least he didn't complain at how the room was dirty, as he usually does.

Before I forget, there was a story I "overheard" yesterday while shopping for ballpens.

Girl: So you proposed?

Boy: Yup, pero next year pa ang ring. It went like this: I told her "kilala mo naman ako eh, masama ang timing". So we're officially engaged next year pa.

Girl: So what are you waiting for? Getting a promotion?

Boy: Actually I'm thinking whether to stick to my stable job or not.