I've been waking up to roosters crowing.
People from the sewage company came to drain the septic tank, which turned out to be below the kitchen, underneath the dining table. I had to eat my own breakfast in my room - croissant with Laughing Cow cheese, donut, chicharon (pork rinds), milk, and water.
While everyone I know had to pay to watch UFC 107, it aired here in the Philippines on 25-minute tape delay on free TV. (UFC PPVs usually start at 7:00PM California time, Manila is 16 hours ahead of Los Angeles, UFC 107 started at 11:25AM Manila time.) I stayed behind to watch UFC 107 while the rest of the family went out to eat for lunch.
My favorite parts: 5 rounds of B.J. Penn vs. Diego Sanchez, 2 of my favorite fighters, for the Lightweight Championship, which Penn retained via doctor stoppage. And then Frank Mir choked this french guy named cheik congo unconscious in only 1 minute and 21 seconds of the 1st round! I don't usually like Mir because he talks too much shit, but he was the lesser of 2 evils. I'm ALWAYS happy to see harm come to a frenchie.
I ate the food they brought home for me. It was squid, rice, and sweet & sour fish filet. I washed it down with some orange juice.
Some fag (it's ok, I have gay friends, so I'm not racist ... or whatever the appropriate word for this situation is), who was checking me out, asked cousin Philip if I would be 1 of the judges in their gay pageant. Apparently, Philip had helped them out in the past. I declined.
Cousin-in-law Malou tried giving me some sour mango slices. I couldn't eat it. Too sour. For dinner, I had pork chops, cream of artichoke soup, omelette, my leftover Shakey's pizza from last night, leftover cinnabon, and water.
Watching the free replay of UFC 107 now.
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