Balut (Duck fetus)

DAD: Mom says you're good at praying. Can you pray for me?
RYAN: Mom lied.

Dad's obviously nervous about his operation tomorrow. My mommy called today. The usual "making sure I'm behaving" checking in.

We were supposed to leave for the hospital at 12:00PM. But the doctor postponed it to 4:00PM. That adds to the long list of setbacks. So far:

• Dad's operation was supposed to be 2 weeks ago, but postponed because doctors forgot to tell him to quit taking aspirin.
• Dad's operation was then supposed to be last week, but postponed because the doctor was having renal stones and had to undergo an operation himself.
• And more rescheduling that I actually can no longer remember it all.

I went with Philip to a hearing he was supposed to be at. Mental note: I spotted a MMA gym nearby his office! Philip seems to be popular as the parking attendants give him a parking space that they block off for everyone else. The prosecutor who scheduled the hearing didn't even show up, so we left. We stopped by Samantha's (Philip's 2-year-old daughter/my niece) school where they were having a Christmas party with all the little students performing.

We finally admitted my dad in the hospital. Did a lot of guerrilla filming since recording was not allowed. My biggest regret was not catching the funniest thing on tape: A guy walked into a glass door and everyone laughed at him. My dad's room, which he has all to himself, is almost like a hotel room (all the cheap ones were taken, so we had to go with an upscale one). We bought spaghetti, donuts, and dumplings. My OCD was kicking in when I spent half an hour trying to open the bag of soy sauce, which I was never able to open until I finally poked it with a toothpick. There was some UFC programming on the TV. We left, except for Bong who will be staying in the hospital to take care of my dad. They really don't trust me with that task.

PHILIP: Of all viruses ... redtube[.com]!

The computer still has the virus of not being able to get rid of that porn site as the default homepage whenever someone opens the browser. We were reminded of that this morning when Malou tried to search the internet and started screaming about what she saw. Philip just laughed at her.

I had 3 balut (duck fetus) for dinner.

PHILIP: Your dad asked me how much balut you ate. I told him 1 ... He doesn't believe me.

Then came the phone call from my dad, lecturing me about not eating too much (duck fetus has a lot of cholesterol). Anyway, since my dad will be in the hospital for the next 5-7 days, I have our bedroom all to myself. You know what that means? FINALLY, alone time. Hehe.