We woke up at 3 AM and left the house at 4. I was super tired and Inglorious Basterds didn't even load all the way for me to get it onto my ipod. We picked one of my uncles and I thought it was going to be okay. Not until my other uncle Gani decided to join our van. My mom has some kind of magic touch when it comes to babies and Kate kept crying and would only shut up when she was cradled in my mother's arms. But anyways, being stuck in the same room with Tito Gani and the same van for 3 hours straight would kill me for sure.
My Aunt Evelyn couldn't join us, for what reason.. I really don't know. (Hey look, you can see me, right.. there.. in blue).
We arrived at the Taal Volcano. Nothin real special. I mean... Its .. surrounded by water and fog. Pre-tty.. interesting, huh? Nope.
Oh look, cousins.. and me.. a little..
AAAAAA OH GOD KATE, SHE'S THE FUCKING EPITOME OF BEBE AZN CUTENESS. Her parents.. however.. not really the epitome. of .. anything..
I'll tell you how the lodge was.. It was.. interesting. I didn't take any pictures because I spent the whole day/night sleeping. I didn't even have dinner. I just slept. The beds were nice, other than the fact that we had 16 beds (bunkbeds to be exact) but the mattresses were nice, the shower stalls.. very nice. I took my time showering knowing that this would be the cleanest shower I will ever get in the next 3 weeks. The layout of the room resembled a concentration camp. No, seriously... it did. I literally walked in and said, "Hey, this certainly.. doesn't look familiar.
So after a night, we decided to get back onto the road and visit a couple of more spots. Some random bloke's house and er.. the zoo.
My lolo, obviously looking pretty badass.
Random bloke's house..
The photos taken at the zoo were taken by my mother. I had started my period and was really not in the mood to carry shit all around and it was hot. I was sweaty.. and uncomfortable seeing as my Tito Gani wouldn't leave my side... and went back to the lobby (with fans ohgod) and spent the 2 hours catching up on some reading (Survivor, Palahniuk). My grandpa was there so I wasn't completely lonely. No one quite understands that I get irritable when I'm around a lot of people. 31 people, that's a lot and not even half of the family. I get real annoyed easily when people keep saying, "Hey Step, look at this. Oh do you know what a snake is? Do you know what this animal is? Do they have fish in America? Step, r u hungary.. you want.. food? You eat now, ah?" I mean seriously.. what the fuck. I'm not a retard. I go to school for a reason. Stop treating me like a 4 year old. I mean, I'm fine with a group of like.. 3, an intimate group but .. I dont like groups of 10... bothering me and yelling and god.. filipinos are so annoying. I really don't feel like I belong in it. I hate almost everything about them.
I also realized.. it's difficult for me to let anyone near me. Not only towards strangers but.. with family now. IDK, I think the only person who would understand would be Ren. She knows especially how difficult it is for me to let people in.
Ugh, I'm tired.. and I think I might watch Inglorious Basterds again.