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Last night, while indulging in dinner by myself, my nine-yr-old brother jumped in front of the electric fan with a pink towel on his back. Then, he spread out his arms with the towel behind him, and cried out, "I'm Superman!!" With the billowing effect on his "cape".

Oh brother.

My li'l brother has inherited a wild imagination- I think it's because of watching too much TV.

He played some more in front of the fan before I told him that Superman usually has a six-pack than baby fats. Then I sent him off to shower.

It's a blimp- it's a pelican- oh wait, it's just my li'l bro.

There was one time I got really bored and then I decided to try on these bunny slippers my mom bought for my li'l bro. Hmmmm...surprisingly snug and fit! They were totally comfy. I didn't mind the bunny ears sticking out as I "bounced" from the living room to the kitchen.
Then, I decided to wear them to the mall.

Yes, I get dotty at times, but I can't help it.

My best friend squealed with delight when she saw the bunny slippers. Then of course, the people stared at my bunny toes. I think bunny slippers are unconventionally stylish. They bring out the child in me. It was fun.

But now I can't find those slippers anymore. They must've hopped away somewhere.

There was one time I got really bored and then I decided to try on these bunny slippers my mom bought for my li'l bro. Hmmmm...surprisingly snug and fit! They were totally comfy. I didn't mind the bunny ears sticking out as I "bounced" from the living room to the kitchen.
Then, I decided to wear them to the mall.

Yes, I get dotty at times, but I can't help it.

My best friend squealed with delight when she saw the bunny slippers. Then of course, the people stared at my bunny toes. I think bunny slippers are unconventionally stylish. They bring out the child in me. It was fun.

But now I can't find those slippers anymore. They must've hopped away somewhere.

Last night, while waiting for my bro's bus to arrive in the terminal, we stopped by our local Cafe' du Marc. It turns out our fave acoustic band was there which certainly tripled the fun. We hire that band sometimes for birthdays and reunions. I like the two lead singers. One is a girl, the other's a guy. And there's nothing more that drives me crazy (in a good way) than a guy with a golden voice.

The night would've been perfect if it weren't for the drunk, laughing idiot in the next table. He's a rather large man with a stupid look on his face. He bursts into drunk laughter every few minutes. What a damper! If the only way to make him sober is to kick his loud ass outside the cafe, I'd certainly do it. And maybe hit him with a few beer bottles.

Last night, while waiting for my bro's bus to arrive in the terminal, we stopped by our local Cafe' du Marc. It turns out our fave acoustic band was there which certainly tripled the fun. We hire that band sometimes for birthdays and reunions. I like the two lead singers. One is a girl, the other's a guy. And there's nothing more that drives me crazy (in a good way) than a guy with a golden voice.

The night would've been perfect if it weren't for the drunk, laughing idiot in the next table. He's a rather large man with a stupid look on his face. He bursts into drunk laughter every few minutes. What a damper! If the only way to make him sober is to kick his loud ass outside the cafe, I'd certainly do it. And maybe hit him with a few beer bottles.

Would you believe my mom makes me want to take up ballet lessons- again?
I've taken them up when I was much younger, probably when I was nin or ten. There is no way I'm going to wear tights and peel them off from my sweaty skin at the end. I'm physically flexible but all those stretchings and work out leaves my entire body aching!
I can't even fall asleep because my legs and arms are killing me!

And the whole concept of ballet isn't just working out for me. It's just sooo feminine and prissy. The dancers are so tall and skinny you'd think they'd break if you touch them- or talk to them. I love watching ballet dancers do their thing but I've got no passion to even do a simple plie'. Or wear tutus. Urgh. Tutus.

And practicing as a class makes things much worse for me. I prefer having private lessons.

For lunch, I can't help but contort my face in disgust when I saw our lunch would be snails. The small native snails you cook in a pot with milk. Ugh. I mean, the French eat escargot and all but please- the thought of eating a creature that's been crawling on all kinds of dirt- I'd rather say I'm a vegetarian! (No offense to escargot-lovers!)

Anyway, I watched as my mom and her gay guy friend poke the snail out of their shells with their forks. I felt all squirmish inside. Someone save me. My pig-of-a-sister loves them too. I really shouldn't complain- we Filipinos eat all kinds of "delicacy" stuff- like century eggs, boiled duck egg with the dead still-developing ducklings inside, cow guts, cooked pig blood with the guts, grilled chicken guts, bats, ox tongue - but snails are a different matter. I eat things that used to walk or swim - but crawl on the ground leaving a trace of slime? Urgh...

Someone pass me a barf bag. Please.

There's this one time I went to my best friend's house to pick her up so we could got to the fest held in our school together. Chara was still asleep when I arrived but she immediatly got up when I prodded her awake. Chelsea, her sister, Trish, my own sister were putting finishing touches on the props they'll post in their booth. Then, Jessica arrived on time.

and then, Chara's aunt came.

She asked some questions where I studied, who I'm with, which college I'll attend, What my section is, etc, etc. I answered her questions simply and then she kept blabbing -and blabbing -and blabbing -and blabbing...and blabbing!!! Jessica was there beside me, staring at Chara's aunt, unable to utter a word, probably thinking the same question in my head: WILL SHE EVER STOP??

Thankfully, Chara came to our rescue and asked her aunt(with a rather reproachful tone) if she had breakfast today. When her aunt left, I sighed in relief. Chara apologized about her extremely talkative aunt. Her aunt was studying journalism and media and being annoyingly "inquisitive" was part of the job. Seriously, I have nothing against chatterboxes but I swear Chara's aunt had three mouths! I mean, everytime I answer her question, she suddenly gets into details, details of the details and so on... and it takes a long time for her to finish you'd think you're watching paint dry. And I thought the boys in our class are a handful.

I really like this book from John Powell. In fact, while in a conversation, the interviewer answered his question:

Author:I am writing a booklet, to be called "Why am i afraid to tell you who i am?"

Other: Do you want to want an answer to your question?

Author: That is the purpose the purpose of the booklet, to answer the question.

Other:But do you want my answer?

Author: Yes, of course I do.

Other:I am afraid to tell you who I am, because if I tell you who i am, you may not like who I am, and it's all that I have.

I really like this book from John Powell. In fact, while in a conversation, the interviewer answered his question:

Author:I am writing a booklet, to be called "Why am i afraid to tell you who i am?"

Other: Do you want to want an answer to your question?

Author: That is the purpose the purpose of the booklet, to answer the question.

Other:But do you want my answer?

Author: Yes, of course I do.

Other:I am afraid to tell you who I am, because if I tell you who i am, you may not like who I am, and it's all that I have.