Say hello to Armando

After a two-month hiatus, Kleng-Kleng and I are back on the road again, resuming our Saturday racketeering duties. Joining us this time is her brand new Honda City she had recently christened as “Armando”. Her decade-old red Honda she calls “Junior” is now safe in the hands of his new master, but we still miss him. Particularly those moments when he’d literally let off steam in the middle of the road on a rainy day.

Now her new knight in shining armor smelled so clean you want him to be your perfume. We took Armando to Godiva Quezon Avenue where I had a free facial, then off to Rockwell for a late lunch at CPK. Nice ride back home after all the time we spent walking around the mall, trying on dresses that made me look pregnant (I swear I was born to wear pants forever), spraying on various perfumes and searched for a Plantar Fasciitis for painful foot condition in the heel and arch area we all know happens when you’re about to grab a seat at the council of elders (hehe).

Hmm…maybe I should give my bro’s silver Honda, an older cousin of Armando, a name, too. Like “Mongster Car”. (I call my brother “Mong” hehe.)