That awkward moment when you're buying fireworks and the sex workers are across the block

Day #8 in the Philippines. (Not déjà vu - Author's note: Even if you are seeing this for the first time as of 1/6/11 regardless of the time stamp to conform with updating daily.)

I had a dream last night that I was doing a database run at the mall in my regular stomping grounds back home. There were some inaccuracies, though: Carissa, who in real life is the manager at Hot Topic, was working at Brookstone. I think she was wearing a green top. Also, in the dream, Brookstone was on the first floor whereas in real life it's on the second floor. And some random guy whom I don't recognize in real life said, "What's up," to me. End of dream.

We were at the Trinoma mall and the baby nieces couldn't finish their McDonalds, so I finished it for them.

Due to the time difference between the Philippines and the U.S., I have to wait until tomorrow for UFC 141 to air and then a while more to look for it online afterward.

Cousin Philip enlisted my help to choose fireworks. Conveniently, someone, probably a fireworks addict, had already uploaded videos of almost each brand in action on Youtube.com. The driver Bernie, dad's former caretaker Apyong, cousin Philip, and I rolled out. Mental note: There's a Papa John's Pizza across the street from the fireworks vendor.