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So it is final. I am a graduate of UP and to celebrate my dad, sister in law and I went to the Highlands Steakhouse at the MOA. Ate a almost 14 oz steak, with sidings and soup of course and it was great. Of course, daddy, being used to prices in single digits was shocked at the prices. I tell you, he's so used to buying groceries abroad that when we went to the Department store, he said that P100-200 priced items were expensive. I had to remind him that if he computes it, it would be $2-4 only.
So Dad goes back after a month's stay here. Calls me up as soon as he goes grocery shopping to tell me that he bought a lot of steak (fillet mignon, to be exact) for the price of a petite serving at said resto. He told me that when I come back home, he'll feed me steak until i'm puwie-tsut-tsut. Hahahah.
Funny thing was, when my dad was here, he kept comparing peanut (my big fat white cat) with pickles (his big fat black cat). Obviously pickles was the winner in everything he could think of, because he is biased. I told him that despite all that, I still like Peanut better because this cat responds only to me. He gets depressed and starts losing weight and hair when I'm gone for prolonged periods. He waits up for me when I go out at night, standing by the front door. He follows me around, and sleeps beside me at night.
I told him that Pickles was a prostitute. Pickles was friendly, too friendly to any person he met.
Today, he called me sounding upset. He told me that my friend, a new immigrant, visited our house and Pickles was all over this guy. He was nicer to the stranger than he was to my dad. When my dad arrived, Pickles wouldn't even go near him until daddy was taking a nap and he went up to kiss the sleeping beauty hahaha!
Of course that was very upsetting for my daddy (who still has issues with his dog Brownie who he says abandoned them for some bitch - girl dog ha!). So now Pickles is known as Pokpok at home. Pokpok pickles. I'm excited because in a few months, all four kitties will be together. hehe
So Dad goes back after a month's stay here. Calls me up as soon as he goes grocery shopping to tell me that he bought a lot of steak (fillet mignon, to be exact) for the price of a petite serving at said resto. He told me that when I come back home, he'll feed me steak until i'm puwie-tsut-tsut. Hahahah.
Funny thing was, when my dad was here, he kept comparing peanut (my big fat white cat) with pickles (his big fat black cat). Obviously pickles was the winner in everything he could think of, because he is biased. I told him that despite all that, I still like Peanut better because this cat responds only to me. He gets depressed and starts losing weight and hair when I'm gone for prolonged periods. He waits up for me when I go out at night, standing by the front door. He follows me around, and sleeps beside me at night.
I told him that Pickles was a prostitute. Pickles was friendly, too friendly to any person he met.
Today, he called me sounding upset. He told me that my friend, a new immigrant, visited our house and Pickles was all over this guy. He was nicer to the stranger than he was to my dad. When my dad arrived, Pickles wouldn't even go near him until daddy was taking a nap and he went up to kiss the sleeping beauty hahaha!
Of course that was very upsetting for my daddy (who still has issues with his dog Brownie who he says abandoned them for some bitch - girl dog ha!). So now Pickles is known as Pokpok at home. Pokpok pickles. I'm excited because in a few months, all four kitties will be together. hehe
posted by LegallyChef at 7:46 PM
1 Comments:
lorr, congrats!:)
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