And so I prove that we are DEFINITELY related. . .
Last night was a really, REALLY weird night. Oh, I'm not kidding. Last night, you could see how closely related we really are. Barbarism. . . Aaaah. . .
We went to Samal last night. My dad was working and he decided to bring us along with him. At first it was uber boring. . . Things got a bit interesting as the party was nearing. There was this annoying dude, the emcee, he kept babbling about the party and that it was a surprise party. Srsly, his voice was so loud! You could hear him from. . . oh, I don't know, kilometers away? He kept repeating, "This is a surprise party," over and over again! WTF?! And he even said that the celebrator was late for the party meant for the CELEBRATOR! Doesn't he realize that the celebrator is never late for his/her own party?
Hilarious dude, really.
Anyways. . . we skip to the part where we start eating. My mom, 2 sister and I were sitting beside the stage, waiting for our dad--he was getting our food. So he arrived with one plate towered with food. This is where things get weird. . . er by the second.
Ol' sis: "Ok, don't act so desperate."
We dig in. . . everyone acting normal--until. . .
Younger sis: grabs a scallop (by hand)
Ol' sis: "Hey!"
Start fighting over scallop. They even got to a point where they wrestled for it. My ol' sister took a huge bite even if my younger sister was still holding the scallop. Now, this proves we all still have a part of our ancestors within us.
While they wrestled over the scallop, I--being totally oblivious to what's happening around me--keep my poise and eat as if no one's fighting over the food on the single plate in front of us. In my hands, a pair of utensils--spoon in the right, fork in the other, while the others eat with their bare hands. I eat as if I'm in a first class restaurant. My mom called me autistic for being so. . . me.
Afterwards, my dad arrives with drinks. Again, being me, i ask for straw. It's not my fault I'm being pre cautious! I might get tetanus from drinking directly from the bottle! My family members, being so. . . them, laugh at me!
A lot happened after that. . . I'm just too lazy to share them.
Ok. . . we abandon that topic. . . now.
Our final exams start tomorrow. I'm done with art, I'm studying bio. I'm yet to study math 2 and filipino. I can't wait for this school year to be over--albeit I will miss this school year. So much has happened in the span of. . . 10 months. I'll miss school year 2008-2009. Good bye!
We went to Samal last night. My dad was working and he decided to bring us along with him. At first it was uber boring. . . Things got a bit interesting as the party was nearing. There was this annoying dude, the emcee, he kept babbling about the party and that it was a surprise party. Srsly, his voice was so loud! You could hear him from. . . oh, I don't know, kilometers away? He kept repeating, "This is a surprise party," over and over again! WTF?! And he even said that the celebrator was late for the party meant for the CELEBRATOR! Doesn't he realize that the celebrator is never late for his/her own party?
Hilarious dude, really.
Anyways. . . we skip to the part where we start eating. My mom, 2 sister and I were sitting beside the stage, waiting for our dad--he was getting our food. So he arrived with one plate towered with food. This is where things get weird. . . er by the second.
Ol' sis: "Ok, don't act so desperate."
We dig in. . . everyone acting normal--until. . .
Younger sis: grabs a scallop (by hand)
Ol' sis: "Hey!"
Start fighting over scallop. They even got to a point where they wrestled for it. My ol' sister took a huge bite even if my younger sister was still holding the scallop. Now, this proves we all still have a part of our ancestors within us.
While they wrestled over the scallop, I--being totally oblivious to what's happening around me--keep my poise and eat as if no one's fighting over the food on the single plate in front of us. In my hands, a pair of utensils--spoon in the right, fork in the other, while the others eat with their bare hands. I eat as if I'm in a first class restaurant. My mom called me autistic for being so. . . me.
Afterwards, my dad arrives with drinks. Again, being me, i ask for straw. It's not my fault I'm being pre cautious! I might get tetanus from drinking directly from the bottle! My family members, being so. . . them, laugh at me!
A lot happened after that. . . I'm just too lazy to share them.
Ok. . . we abandon that topic. . . now.
Our final exams start tomorrow. I'm done with art, I'm studying bio. I'm yet to study math 2 and filipino. I can't wait for this school year to be over--albeit I will miss this school year. So much has happened in the span of. . . 10 months. I'll miss school year 2008-2009. Good bye!