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Monday, April 03, 2006
i was in bangkok last week. part of it was a day when i made my mom cry. what happened was i went to the Big C mall there to buy a swimsuit and a wacoal bra since wacoal is a lot cheaper there. It was around dinner already so I told my mom and my cousin to go eat dinner na sa 4th flr and sunod na lang me. so there. tapos na me mamili. sumunod na me sa taas. super gutom na ko non! i was ready to eat my dinner when suddenly...."Asan ang bag ko?" i saw my mom' s face and she was like sort-of stunned na disappointed. kasi she kept on reminding me to look out for my bag kasi nga maraming pickpocketers dun (eh cguro naman sa lahat ng bansa may pickpocketers. hehe) maraming foreigners ang nawawalan. she shouted at me to go back to the department store. what disaapointed her was what my bag contained: my Passport, Digicam, Wallet, and Cellphone! i was able to pay the swimsuit because i had extra cash on my pocket kaya di ko narealize na naiwan ko pala ung bag ko sa dressing room. so i ran down stairs and inside the department store. fortunately, the sales lady guarding the dressing room kept it. cguro naka tatlong beses me nag-bow dun sa sales lady (thai greeting). i went out the department store and saw my mom crying. what if someone took my bag? i don't have any idea at ayokong isipin! super sira ang trip cguro!. from that day on, hindi na pinalagay ng mom ko sa bag ko ung passport ko at digicam. hehe....
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