Labour day, night.

I’m supposed to read my engineering notes!

Instead, I took the chance to read dad’s offline email and his hard disk. This is the time, since he’s out shopping for some wardrobe makeover. And my lil bro? Ah, no sweat. He doesn’t really care about the world, as long as he has the TV to himself—and watch MTV’s Pimp My Ride.

I took his vaio hard disk and his thumbdrive and scanned it through. No, nothing suspicious. Hey, I only have half an hour to do that; I was afraid that dad could come home any minute.

Not even his emails: he’s clean.

But there’s something though: His last email was on Friday. That means, he either has no mail on that Monday, or never opened his emails on that day: an indication that he ‘went out’ somewhere. Hmmm…he went home early on that day, for that matter.

This info does not matter that much at this time, but maybe it will be important in the near future.

And then there’s this HUGE 1.99 GB .rar file he can’t open (he does not have winRAR in his PC). A thing that huge, but compressed, could be either from a thumbdrive, or an email. By the way, the title of that file is MSWORD. Or something like that. Maybe I’ll check that out another day.

But if I take that temp job with Miss Sofia again this semester break I won’t have that time.

That’s what I said: it’s now or never.

Well, they have just came home, and they bring the most unique lot of offerings: a leather handbag, a pair of jeans, some designer clothes, oh wait, LOTS of designer garments. And leather shoes for dad. Now, seems normal? No. Weird! For the rest of my life, I couldn’t even reason with my mom for a generic jean fewer than 39.90 without nagging. And I could barely pass the 19.90 bucks jeans with mom. And no she’s buying one-two three—jeans, slacks, worth 89.90 each. Oh wait: the jeans are 100 bucks. Crazy! I didn’t even dare to ask about the leather bag and leather shoes. The leather bag is wrapped in a special bag, and it looks really shiny. I asked them how much it cost. They said that this was the grand sale, where everything is 50% to 70% off. Oh, great, and it still costs 40-50 bucks a piece. I asked them the grand total. 500 or more—and they even packed in a special dinner for me and bro! My sis got angry with me for questioning this. She said that she needed the jeans, the slacks ‘very urgently’ cuz she ‘doesn’t have any’. Yeah, anything branded like these.

I really appreciate the slacks for me—thanks, guys—but this seems a bit wrong. Dad usually hates shopping and he is as stingy as Mr Krabs when it comes to buying garments. And he also hates psychics. Now he turns 360 and he does all this! I see dad somewhat lovingly polish his new shoes. Hm…and why can’t they wait for another two days; after my final exam? That’s if they really wanna buy ‘clothes for everyone’ as they claim, so that I could tag along?

BTW, mom kept saying that she has the urge to ‘buy stuff’. Like she claimed that her shoes are ‘worn out’ (but today she bought bags because ‘my bag worn out’).That Saturday when we went shopping together, she looks at stuff, but she doesn’t buy much. Maybe they wanted to shop without me, since I’m a party pooper.

Nah….

Oh wait, I asked them to buy me toiletries. Where are they? My cleanser? My toothpaste? What? Not enough time to buy them?