Trip to the Bayside Museum of Philippine History

So I've finally been able to update this thing... but hey, who reads this stuff but me anyway?

It's not that I haven't been basking in the sun in a long time. It's just that I'm used to seeing it from a distance, either from a window inside my dad's car or from a window in my condominium.

Well, anyway.

I got a request from my younger sister yesterday, and it's about her visit to the museum. unfortunately, she hasn't enough money to pay for the entrance fee, which costs around 40 pesos. So she asks me, being a University student and a legitimate one at that, if I could pay for the fee instead of her, with my ID as some sort of "discount card". (20 pesos if you're a student, and that's minus half the original fee.) I was hesistant at first, reasoning as to why I should go. It's not of great importance to me anyway. But she reminded me that she rarely makes a reuestr like this once, and that she may scorn at me for not heeding the request.

I predict a karmaic retribution, so hey.

Alright, already! I'll go.

So, together with one of our housemaids, I made a trip to the museum. We rode a taxi on the way, as it's located by the bayside, and judging from the bird's eye view distance, that's pretty far.

As we made it, I checked the time, just to make sure that we made it to the opening time, which is at 10 o'clock. I noticed that we're around 30 minutes early, too early, when we arrived. So I got frustrated for ever agreeing to go. By some coincidence, just as my throat is feeling dry, a travelling ice cream vendor passes by. Fortunate, as I have my wallet with me, so I could buy. I chose the big, long chocolate-flavored frozen treat...

...Oi, what are you thinking?...

...so I paid for the ice cream with my own money, so there.

Anyway, after paying up and finished devouring it, the time already reads 5 minutes past 10. It was right on time.

After getting in, the receptionist handed me a guestbook to sign in, and told me to sign my sister's name and address, since I wasn't the one going anyway. Paying the required 20-peso fee, I went towards the exit, but not before taking a glance at the exhibit piece at the center of the floor (the Lobby). It looks like a bed, but with no headrest, no mats, and no pillows. It's completely made. Wonder how the people during the Spanish occupation ever get to get a comfortable sleep in that contraption.

So after that, we went off.

That's how my day went.