God of War on Neia's PSP = >:D. I am very amused by the way Kratos' weapons swish and slash.


I'm not sure if it's a good thing, but one highlight of family reunions is that you get to know yourself through other people's memories of you. I was told that as a kid, I shut myself in our bedroom when visitors came over. When they decided to drag me out, I'd be clutching a book and putting up a tantrum. Haha.


baby makopa = oldy popcorn


Dream: 8 people being targeted for murder. Much like the SAW installment. Four soon-to-be victims were stuck in my room with a dead fellytone line, while the other half was in a warehouse. In the end, the killer said, "Did I put a god in there?" and then the ambulance invaded the scene. Hm. I've never seen any of the films though.


Wolverine. The swords. Explowdy cards. Oh my.


Tsk. Elders never seem happy unless they're telling me what to do. They vehemently protest against my choices and claim it's all good for me. We all laugh afterwards. Yes, it's really funny because all I'm talking about is um shoes and posture.


Grah. There won't be any more Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. :(


Pacquiao looks like a baby seal when he smiles. No, not in a good way.


Despite the crescent-shaped mushrooms, Pampanga holds few epiphanies for me. I prefer bus rides.


Book Sale Pampanga: Dream Jungle and Siddartha. Wheeee.

My weekends are spent with Exaggeration. It's not my companion. It just moves about beside me, requiring attention as if it can't exist without me noticing it. But it does. Oh, it does.

Some family reunion this is going to be. Grar. We have an overdose of variety songs and 8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1's, with the added compensation of food. The gooey peachy-peachy probably isn't that good of a reason to put up with the whole affair, but I can't think of anything else. Company? No. I'm actually a very selfish shellfish. Who can't dance. At all. Ech.

So for about six hours of each past Sunday, I spend my time flailing like a zombie while being ridiculed for my obvious lack of feminine assets (well, durgsh). And dancing skills. Individual mockery for every epic fail.

Since we're all supposed to stomp-walk-clap to the tune of "Give It Up," I'm thinking that's the best thing to do right now.

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Because it's a toy and I reallyreallyreally need to be amused these days. Yeyyyy.