Day #9 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.)
Sheila's in-laws are here at our ancestral house. There's more of them. From what I've been eavesdropping on, some of them are from the U.S. There's this one really skinny guy that's either emo or hipster - sometimes I can't tell the difference - who's wearing a jean vest, boots, and has butterfly tattoos on the side of his neck. The adults are making fun of him behind his back. Conversely, I'm making fun of him in silence ... Who the heck wears boots in the Philippines? (Although, I think the uptight adults are making fun of him for being "obviously gay" and not for his boots.)
I just found Niels, my Top Rocking classmate whom I last saw on 10/29/11 before he went back to Amsterdam, on Facebook. He's already messaged me back. Yay.
Cousin Philip paid the technician extra to come in tonight to fix the wireless internet.
There's some fancy caterers downstairs. We're actually drinking out of goblets. While in Boracay, I discovered something called Tanduay Ice. I'm on my second one right now. But cousin Philip, the big bad ass attorney who's made headlines for putting celebrities away in jail, is already drunk off only one bottle!
Time to go light some fireworks.
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