| | I've been wanting to go back to the Philippines for a while. Like i had
this itch that needed to be scratched. But last night i was in for an
unsuspected surprise. Yesterday started out the same as usual... i
attempted to clean my room but only got half way done.. All that hard
work made a hungerin in my tummy, so i went out to Nevada diner to get
some disco waffle fries. Disco waffle fries are crispy cut french fries
smothered with mozzarella and gravy. Anyway, yea i got them and I
stopped over to eat it at my friend Jae Cha's house. Unfortunately, he
wasn’t home... so i chilled with his sister Young Nam Cha, a.k.a Sunny.
I sat down and started to chow down on my fries, and started to chat
with Sunny. As I beasted my fries I asked Sunny, "So uhh... where’s
jae?" She replied, "I think they went to watch X-Men III" I gagged on
my fries and shook my head with disappointment. I thought, "Yeaa? iam
not fuckin surprised..." Yo.. i dunno why the fuck they don’t invite me
anywhere. I guess somehow i lost respect in my circle of friends.. I
have two words for you guys "F-U-C-K Y-O-U" *slowly ascends the longest
finger of my hand, as a beam of sunlight cracks through the window upon
my vainglorious middle finger of destiny* Yeah... getting to the
story... I was desperately in need for some serious studying, so i said
my goodbyes to young. When i got home i took a power nap only to be
awakened by the loud banging of a door knocker. It took all my will
power to get up. As i ran downstairs to get the door, the knocking had
ceased. I opened the door and gazed outside, only to see a glimpse
image of a girl walk away. I yelled, "yooOO!" My voice echoed
through the still air. It was just Julie. She was like, "lets
go to the mall..." and i was like, "ayte..." (In a not caring manner
cause we're cool like that) We had to stop by the ghettos of Newark
first. When we got there we stuck out like we were a bunch of Asians in
Newark or something. (Drama happened... blablabal iam not gonna get
into detail because iam not writing a fucking novel here to describe
the whole mall and newark experience..) We dropped off Julie at work
and i returned home. Before I walked in, I saw a familiar green van
sitting in the Deli parking lot next door. (most of my friends park in
the parking lot next door) It was my cousin Pao! He called me earlier
that day and asked if i wanted to chill with him and Carissa in the
city. I saw him through the window and I made my way inside the house
to greet him. He was like, "Yo i got u some fungshui steambuns from Joe
Shang Hai." (I should never take my coolest cousin for granted) As I
happily ate my one steam bun, I asked if he wanted to come with me to
get my fungshui haircut. He was more than willing to go. As we made our
assent to the car, a dark gloomy shadow engulfed the area around us. We
stopped and looked around with caution. We heard footsteps approaching
from behind us and we aggressively jumped back into a battle stance. IT
WAS MY MOM! Verbal attacks were being thrown at us, as the sound
vibration waves in the air deafened our ears. Falling to our knees and
cupping our ears from the terrible screeches, we were able to use flash
step to avoid the attack (flash step- instantaneous movement in which
one moves as if he is teleporting) We looked at each other with a
serious look. "Let us make haste..", said Pao. Pat nods, "Indeed.." We
flash stepped our way to the car only to see my mom waiting in front of
it. :Pat:-"We have no choice now, but to fight our way out." Pat and
Pao release their bankai and whip out their swords into cool flashy
battle positions. (bankai- a special sword technique referring to the
anime Bleach) :Pao:-"Ill take the left and u take the right.."
:Pat:-"hmph" In the blink of an eye and into a blur, they attack with
precise precision and fury. Pat and Pao look up, only to see that their
swords were stopped by two fingers, one finger on each hand per sword.
"Ummm excuse me.. did you take out the trash last night? No one took
out the trash for two weeks now.. Your grounded from using the credit
card and you'll have to pay for your own gas.", said the mom. *Pat
hands over credit card* Okay.. enough with the dorky anime stuff...,
but that’s what happened.. except not cool. Getting back to reality, me
and Pao drove our way to Jersey City where we would meet up with my
older cousin Karen. Karen's friend named Karen was going to do our hair
for free ninety-nine. Get it? But before we get our fungshui hair
cuts, Karen (my cousin) insisted that we eat dinner first. We ate at
the restaurant "Dampa", a filipino restaurant. I never ate there
before. When we walked in the sense of filipino cheesy corniness filled
the air. I saw some familiar faces too, mostly the old school filipino
Belleville heads. I was like, “hell no.” My cousin Pao knew some people
there too. Mark and Warhole Soup was performing. I've heard of them,
but i really didn’t know who they were until that night. Warhole soup
is a filipino band thats style is that of R&B, rock, jazz with
filipino flavor. They kinda sound like the filipino band "Bamboo"
except more rock and rap. Anyway, we sat down and ordered food
like palabok, crispy pata, calamari, garlic rice and more. The first
plate served was bbq.. with no rice! Ulam with no rice wtf? They didn’t
serve rice until like 54928342 billion dishes later. I had this crazy
idea to eat the food as pulutan (pulutan- meaning partner with beer,
similar to ulam meaning parter with rice) I voiced my opinion to the
group and they all agreed. So i ran outside to buy everyone beer.
(B.Y.O.B.) It was only 15 dollars for a 12 pack, so it didn’t hurt me.
Nobody knew how to open beers with two bottles. I was the only one who
knew how from training in the Philippines. I never perfected the
technique until last night and for that iam thankful. My thumb is kinda
bruised and blistered though from all the opening. I saw a grown
filipino man struggle to open his bottles to impress his date and he
failed miserably, he attempted this several times during the night and
a vein popped out of his head as he clasped the two bottles
together, but his date had a good laugh at it. I smiled and thought,
"freakin filipinos." While the music played I guzzled down beer and
food, a strange feeling came over me that made my body tingle. I don’t
know if i was just really tipsy or what, but as I scooped the clumps of
food into my spoon with my fork, the food tasted like an explosion of
different flavors combined from the previous dishes left over on the
plate before; while the music played the sound hit my ears like a
sonata of a foreign tongue, interpreting a feeling, like the grace of a
classical piece. My brother once told me his definition of the word
“happy” and he said this, “When everything is going well in order and
harmony.” Yeah… if u think about it, everything was in well order and
harmony… Surrounded by good friends, family and music, I guess I kinda
felt unity and belonging in a country where people are trying to find
themselves in a sea of different cultures and ideas. People either live
for sex, money, or fame, but me… I’d die for this any day… yeahh…. that
was pretty gay… *takes off rainbow shirt* Anyway, Karen thought it was
lame so we bounced. On our way back to Karen’s place me and Pao got
lost through the confuzzling twists and turns of the narrow streets of
Jersey City… we named it “The Ultimate Detour” (tired of writing) Yea
so I finally got my fungshui haircut and highlights. I received an
array of reactions. Like, “OMG…!”, “You look like Joe Dirt”, “He
look like a confused skunk”, “Everyone in Chinatown has that haircut”.
“OMG your hair is so sexy I cant stop looking at it.” Ehh… it looked
better than before. If u ask me… I think it looks like a Mac Guyver
hair cut. The moral of the story is that Xanga is gay 
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