After church, I went to eat Filipino food with Ava. The restaurant I had my heart set on and even willing to eat a couple of spoons of white rice and some port wasn’t open. However, we went to another place. A dive, really. It was a waste of my $20. I wanted to puke it out as soon as the meal was over. I picked around the unhealthyness. I ate mung bean soup with uber wilted spinach. The oxtail for the kare kare was not even an ox or a tail =( and the bagoong was horribad.
What made my day worse was this two older men at the mall. I overheard them tell a younger fella not to say hi to one of us because one of us looked married. I believe they were referring to me. Damn that really affected me. ME??!?!? bloody fuckin hell… I’m not an ahjumma. FUCK it.
I came home and ran towards brown rice and grilled tuna with some seaweed, healthy sushi roll like but without anything else. I need to go to sleep soon…
