Happy New Year (Time Travel Part 2)

Last night, I nearly got myself blown up while personally lighting literally 10,000+ rounds of fireworks. Meanwhile, all the neighbors' fireworks were exploding around me throughout the street. I had to sprint for my life in my $500 Salvatore Ferrogamo shoes from Rome, a.k.a. the pussy magnets. Don't worry. The shoes are fine. It's funny how my 1st thought while nearly getting blown up was, Oh fuck! My Ferrogamos! Best New Years Eve ever!

The camera in my hand the whole time might've been on, so I might actually have 1st-person-POV video of me nearly getting blown up. Video to come if my technology-challenged self ever figures out how to transfer footage from a mini-DV tape into the computer.

We were late for church at 11:00AM. Yay. And the next mass wasn't until 5:00PM, so we were free to go. I would've thrown a fit if there was a mass half an hour later and we were to waste time waiting for it and sitting through it, which my mommy was expecting. But thank God that wasn't the case.

PHILIP: When we're in the car, ask me, "Where are we going?" I'll say, "To eat." Then ask if Brother's Burger is open.

That was the plan. Philip's been craving a burger ever since my mommy influenced his wife and sister to ban him from eating burgers after the doctor told him he had high cholesterol.

RYAN: Oh Philip, where are we going?
PHILIP: To eat.
RYAN: Is Brother's Burger open?
PHILIP: We'll see.
MOMMY: Oh, but there's a superstition that we shouldn't spend money on New Year's Day because then we'll be spending too much money all year.
RYAN: (annoyed) What did you say?
MOMMY: We don't spend money on New Year's Day because--
RYAN: Did you hear anything?
MOMMY: It's a superstition that--
RYAN: Is it the wind? Is the wind talking?

Brother's Burger was closed unfortunately. But McDonald's was open.

RYAN: (taunting) Oy mommy, what were you saying in the car?
MOMMY: (annoyed) Nothing!

I had a big mac, fries, spaghetti (they actually serve spaghetti at the McDonalds here?), Eight O'clock orange juice (the Filipino equivalent of Tang orange juice), a caramel fudge sundae, and half of my mommy's chocolate fudge sundae because she "doesn't eat junk food."

I watched The Incredible Hulk on TV. I ate my toffee peanuts. I caught High School Musical again on the Disney channel. It gets less gay every time I see it. I guess I'm getting used to it. My mommy walked in on me dancing along to it on top of the bed.

MOMMY: (with a WTF look) What are you doing?

I told dad that mommy keeps accusing him of being depressed. Dad says mommy's lying. Good. Her accusations were getting annoying.

MOMMY: Your dad is lazy today!
RYAN: Careful dad. She might think you're "depressed."
MOMMY: Why are you always telling on me?!
RYAN: Oh mommy, why are you trying to kick me under the table?

We went to Auntie Aida and Uncle Mon's for dinner. I caught Iron Man on their TV before eating. Then The Dark Knight came on.

Some distant relatives who I was supposed to have known when I was little came by for dinner. 1 of them is a captain of the air force or something like that. I was wearing my new tight shirt that Philip gave me for Christmas, which shows my muscles, and he said I have the body of a stuntman (to the chagrin of my mommy, who doesn't approve of me being a stuntman). He kept going on and on about how I've got muscles. Whoohoo self-esteem!

We're home now and I just got Bong to kill a cockroach for me. Time to sleep and Happy New Decade - 2010.