Time Travel

It's Day 3 here in the Philippines and the dude from the company FINALLY installed the high speed internet (and my cousin's homepage just happens to be set as redtube.com). I've officially time traveled: The Philippines is 14 hours ahead of Los Angeles. Since I left on Sunday (December 6), L.A. time, and arrived here Tuesday (December 8), P.I. time, I never officially experienced Monday. That counts as a time jump (like they say in Terminator).

People who live in this house: my dad, aunt, cousin, cousin-in-law, 2 nieces, 2 nannies (1 for each niece), the maid, the driver, and the driver's brother. And I might still be forgetting someone. Plus, the 3 dogs. And my distant cousin will be moving in soon to be my dad's caretaker when my dad has his surgery. The point is: I will never have a chance to jack off. Yeah, I said it.

But Babes, who I thought might have died of old age by now, is still alive! Although she sleeps a lot and only walks across the whole house once a day.

Highlight of last Tuesday: I ate a whole lobster to myself.

Highlight of yesterday: I found a place with a "Beers from Around the World" menu that includes Sam Adams and Stella Artois (Stellart) beer! It was strange that the waitress reminded me of Jazz from Red Robin back in Glendale (same hair color, hair style, skin tone). Bad news: They had everything but Guinness. Good news: I felt good after 2 Sam Adams.

Highlight of today: Cousin Philip took me to a place called Brothers Burger where I had a pound burger (yes, it weighed 1 pound) with cilantro cream and bleu cheese.

Stuff I watched on television lately: UFC, Xena reruns, 7th Heaven rerun, Power Rangers reruns, Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor, Army of Darkness, some Hilary Duff movie, and some movie called The Dark is Rising. Yes, I've been bored when not eating or drinking. Must eat my cinnabon now.