"BULA!"
Last night we had a surprise party for Sarah, who's going to be leaving us for Fiji once again. It was a dessert party and so I brought some cheesecake, and some of the Filipino family made or brought red velvet cake, cookies, etc. Paul even made tempura ice cream (it was absolutely wonderful, though I think beer-battered tempura with mint chocolate chip ice cream was a bit... odd-tasting). Tita Nancy was our gracious host once again (we were there about a week ago already) and KD's graduation decorations were still up.
But oh, my... I definitely love Tita Cindy for putting, "Happy Birthday and Goodbye" on the cake because it sounded like, "Happy Birthday... and Go away!"... That's terrible, hahaha. But we all got a good laugh out of it. Either way, it was true-- it's her birthday soon, and she's also leaving this week. So what did we have her do?
We had her sing her song-- "Greatest Love of All," haha. We did this as a tribute for her last Christmas-- we're probably not doing it again this year... Who knows, hehe. (I'm sorry, I'm rather distracted while writing this; feel pressured about these photos that I'm converting and had no chance to edit, worried too much about my... health, and my parents are watching the Real Housewives for some horrible reason).
So here's what came up:
Boobs
Holidays (we made a poster/sign for every holiday, it was hilarious, e.g. "HAPPY ESTHER!" ... It's funny to us. ;)
BULA
Childhood memories
Ohh, we have too many memories to share. Unfortunately, the ones relevant to me were sort of sad. I told Nancy this earlier via text on this adventure my dad and I had on the way to Hialeah, but that's another post, hahahah...
They'd recalled my raccoon hat, only they kept calling me, "Meeko Killer." ...
And then how they always wanted me to come sleepover but my mom would always say,
"Next time, laab, next time." (like... 'Next time, love, next time,' but with a Filipino accent).
Except there never was a next time.
They also remembered how, on our road trip to North Carolina when I was 9 (same as the Meeko incident), my dad threw cow manure at everyone. ... Yeah.
I brought this up with my parents this morning (my dad whistled for me every five minutes and this triggered my subconscious and woke me up. Yeah, I'm like a dog. Ugh) and concerning the sleepover thing, my dad said,
"Do you regret it?" I replied, "Of course I do!" And his response? "If we let you go out all the time, you'd end up being wild now."
... Really.
So I was going to make some whole post about a childhood of restraint and denial of gratification (rather than delay) and how it's affected me a lot as an adult (it's incredibly difficult for me to let myself be happy) but it occurred to me that there was no point of looking back and being upset. The damage has already been done. It's up to me now to make up for all of those lost times.
Do what I can. Now.
But oh, my... I definitely love Tita Cindy for putting, "Happy Birthday and Goodbye" on the cake because it sounded like, "Happy Birthday... and Go away!"... That's terrible, hahaha. But we all got a good laugh out of it. Either way, it was true-- it's her birthday soon, and she's also leaving this week. So what did we have her do?
We had her sing her song-- "Greatest Love of All," haha. We did this as a tribute for her last Christmas-- we're probably not doing it again this year... Who knows, hehe. (I'm sorry, I'm rather distracted while writing this; feel pressured about these photos that I'm converting and had no chance to edit, worried too much about my... health, and my parents are watching the Real Housewives for some horrible reason).
So here's what came up:
Ohh, we have too many memories to share. Unfortunately, the ones relevant to me were sort of sad. I told Nancy this earlier via text on this adventure my dad and I had on the way to Hialeah, but that's another post, hahahah...
They'd recalled my raccoon hat, only they kept calling me, "Meeko Killer." ...
And then how they always wanted me to come sleepover but my mom would always say,
"Next time, laab, next time." (like... 'Next time, love, next time,' but with a Filipino accent).
Except there never was a next time.
They also remembered how, on our road trip to North Carolina when I was 9 (same as the Meeko incident), my dad threw cow manure at everyone. ... Yeah.
I brought this up with my parents this morning (my dad whistled for me every five minutes and this triggered my subconscious and woke me up. Yeah, I'm like a dog. Ugh) and concerning the sleepover thing, my dad said,
"Do you regret it?" I replied, "Of course I do!" And his response? "If we let you go out all the time, you'd end up being wild now."
... Really.
So I was going to make some whole post about a childhood of restraint and denial of gratification (rather than delay) and how it's affected me a lot as an adult (it's incredibly difficult for me to let myself be happy) but it occurred to me that there was no point of looking back and being upset. The damage has already been done. It's up to me now to make up for all of those lost times.
Do what I can. Now.