kapamilya

my little cousin is 15 years old now. he used to be so tiny and harmless, and i'd shove him in the basement and lock him down there while yelling, "omg there's a monster behind you! monsttteerr!!!"

now he's taller than me, all muscular, and looks old. one of those unnatural types of buffness where your muscles take over your neck. i don't mess with him anymore.

sis and i spent every single day entertaining him this week. we haven't seen him in forever, and this was his last week of summer vacation before school. we pretty much did whatever he wanted to do:

+ go-kart racing, where he flipped me the bird twice after cutting me off.
+ mini golfing - he hit his ball 3 holes over just so he could chase it down and mack on some 20 somethings(!!!).
+ movies - snakes on a plane again, please.
+ taught him how to play basketball.
+ survived food posioning from pizza hut.
+ impromptu karaoke.
+ ghost hunting.
+ loaded questions.
+ lots and lots of video games.

i'm now a fan of tekken 3. apparently, if you continuously hit all the buttons in a seizure-like state, you're bound to win each and every time.

moving into my apartment tomorrow. i love my family and my roomies (already).

jeep jeep jeep

i was just called the greatest disappearing act of the 21st century. oops? at least i'll be staying put for the next 8 months, but you know, i'd do it all again in a heart beat.

it's only been a few days, but already i sorely miss the philippines. playing spades to evade boredom during electrical brown outs, daily loss of running water, and using the same bucket of rain water plus ladle for the following purposes:

1) to bathe
2) to wash the dishes
3) to flush the toilet
4) as toilet paper - if you're feeling exceptionally daring

the best part about the trip was spending time with our relatives. i like hearing stories about how everyone was when they were younger. how my mom was a chemist for a paint company and got fired for helping to organize a labor union (that's how mama do), and how my aunt made my uncle lose his morals and leave the seminary. haha. i like hearing stories from before i was born about all the little cousins peeing into a water bottle and trying to sell it on the streets to dehydrated jeepney drivers.



good business idea. bad product.

i like your hair doings today

does my $2 haircut offend you?



the price should have tipped me off, but i think i'm a masochist. i chose to ignore the fact that the large, intimidating man with a wife and 3 children was calling himself Auntie Mida and randomly exclaiming, at near supersonic levels, "you belongs to me now!"

whenever street children throw rocks at me, i think about tati's new do, and the fact that at least i don't look like long duk dong from sixteen candles keeps me from crying.



doppelganger, if you please.

also, note that the above theater sign prohibits the following outside food:

1) fried chicken and gravy
2) noodles & pasta
3) rice meals

i like how specific the sign is because it allows me to slurp my balut in peace while watching jack black as nacho libre.

probably should write more, but i've got to pack for home and head to manila international. it doesn't quite feel like a whole month just yet.