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of sand dunes and salty air |
so my lil bro arrived from from the UAE last saturday. we picked him up at the airport around 4 in the afternoon and after an early dinner at dampa sucat, we headed straight home, not to makati, but home, to batangas. he worked as a bartender in one of 5 star hotels on the Jumeirah beach area. that explains why he only brought a small bag of chocolate goodies but 3 huge bags of spirits and cocktail mixes.
he brought me a 2007 desert rock festival shirt and videos he took from the show. the prodigy, in flames, incubus, children of bodom and iron fucking maiden in one show! damnit. my bro said last year was even better because he got to watch megadeth and testament. damnit. how i wish they’d set something like that here in the phi. well, i heard cristina aguilera was here a few weeks back. hehehe. dirty dirty.
so i spent most of the weekends going over the videos he took, eating like im on death row, trying to be a wiseguy on my bother’s new axe, pestering my tom yum niece and smoking alotta molasses straight from the shisha. my mum wasnt really excited over the shisha thing though, she was saying some weird religious incantations and told us that god doesnt want us to smoke. i wonder… hmm… bad bad.
the family is pretty thrilled that their youngest fella is back in town. you know that feeling when youre like 5 years old and a new baby comes along and takes the whole family’s attention? and you sit there in a corner bitter and planning your evil scheme how to get rid of the newly found enemy? yea that kind of feeling. LOL, of course im just kidding, im already 26.
…i stopped feeling like that when i turned 24. hahaha.
