Cousin's bday wasn't the big family affair that it usually is. Mainly cousin's family, mine, and some other people. Carlo was playing on his Gamecube the entire time so I played a few matches (read: kicked his ass again and again) and then went and chatted with Tita Tess.
Well... As much as I gripe about my family's accent, it could always get worse. Case in point: one of the grandmas that I've never heard about had one so thick and so nasal that I could only understand one out of ten words she spoke. And the only coherent sentence I heard from her was: "you look so sexy now in your new clothes and body and buttcheeks".... what the effing lordy?!
After the dinner and cake (and two more rounds of kicking Carlo's ass) parents dropped sis and I over to the theaters to go watch Signs. Good movie, but they should've made more use of the Hitchcockian dogma for suspense. There were plenty of annoying girls squealing at every given moment and people laughing at them after they screamed and gasped at every single thing that moved.
Movie's done, my headache is leaving, and I'm sleepy and ready to go home. But what does the family decide to do? Go eat. At 11pm. In a FatBurger inside Santa Fe Station. In otherwords, I'm not hungry, I'm sleepy, my headache remains, it's too damn loud, and now I smell of rancid smoke. Not fun.
. . . . . posted:||12:42 AM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .