the last day.

we were supposed to be up early so we could go to church, kaso we weren't sure of the time for mass, kaya we just decided to attend mass in ho chi minh city when we arrive there late afternoon. so, we didn't get up early.

it was 08am when papa called us from the next room. by then i'd fixed myself. my stuff had been fixed the night before. loser and martin were still sleeping. when we were all ready, we went down to the cafe for breakfast.

i had less food than yesterday. everyone else had a lot. i looked around the cafe. less asians, more caucasians. weird talaga.

after breakfast, we went outside to look around the city. we were supposed to go to toys r us at the forum, kaso it was still closed. we walked halfway through orchard road (and it was a LONG road), kaso most of the stores were still closed. at 10am they were still closed! sheesh! i got pretty pissed off by then. it was hot, and i was tired of walking, and we had no idea where to go next. by 11am, most stores finally opened. we went to a toys r us at...somewhere. i forgot the place. basta. we went from one store to another on our way back to the hotel. my wish was granted when we stopped by borders, the bookshop. so many books!!! books kinokuniya seems bigger, but borders was great as well. i saw those books of jodi picoult that i'd been laying my eyes on for quite some time now, and i found the gospel of judas and the jesus papers. there was also david beckham's my side. kaso our little trip was cut short kasi we had to check out of the hotel na. i left empty-handed--again.

i was like a little kid pouting because i didn't get what i want. i was pretty mad at my parents, even if i didn't want to be. so i made a deal with myself, or so it seemed. i saw haagen-dazs in the distance. i said to myself that if papa gives us ice cream to make us feel better, i won't be mad at him anymore. kasi it's like, the whole ice cream thing means he still wants us to enjoy, have fun. like, he wants us to feel better. at least that's if he offers ice cream.

and he did.

so i wasn't angry with him anymore. hehe. shallow, i know. but it worked!

so we left the hotel. a SIA bus took us to the airport, and we flew back to ho chi minh city. the food on the plane was awful, by the way. yucky. eurgh.

but i did get my own TV again! :)