Worst Title Ever: FUN AT THE BEACH!
April 8, 2008I’m too lazy to think of better ones. This kinda sounds like something 9 year-olds would come up with for their first English homework or essay of the schoolyear.
But first things first: I would just like to make public my hatred for Sucat Ave. It normally takes me 20 minutes to get to the McDonald’s at the entrance of BF Homes along Sucat, but this morning it took me over an hour. I left really early for an interview and I had to take a detour from President’s Ave. to Lopez, and the traffic was just as bad. I barely made it to the place on time. Also, I thought that it might not have been the wisest idea to mention that I maintain a personal blog and that I contribute to The Man Blog, seeing as the last entry I remember writing included a photo of an old woman with a tattoo of a penis on her forehead.
In conclusion: Sucat Ave.? More like SUCK-AT AVE.! WHICH IS IN THE CITY OF PARAÑA-CRAPPY!
Okay, I’ll be the first to admit that my wit is at an all-time low. Anyway, the beach wasn’t as bad as I thought. I, in fact, would go as far as saying that I had a beachin’ good time! ("Beachin’ Good Time" would have been an improvement from "Fun At the Beach." Too bad I’m too lazy to change the title.)
Mom and Dad were there, so was my pregnant sister and her husband, my brother and her girlfriend, my little sister, and Tintin. By the way, if anyone’s wondering, my sister’s 17. And if you so much as conjure any form of thought involving her, like if you even find yourself thinking what brand of shampoo she uses, prepare to be met with a phone call from my fist, as it intends to set an appointment with your nose. And I shall wish upon you a cancer to the face.
Anyway, I’ve had this hate-hate relationship with the beach for the past 7 years. I’m not going to expound as to what instigated this hatred, other than it involves how badly I wish heat were a solid, physical entity with human characteristics so I could kick it in the nuts, but I was surprised at how much I enjoyed our weekend in Batangas. The sun was cooperative, it even drizzled a couple of times - something which I gave myself high fives for, and something which incited about a dozen "FUCK YOU, COCOs" from my family all afternoon.
In a show of speed and dexterity, Tintin and I drew penises by the shore to see who had the most awesome cock-ricatures (See what I did there?) before they got washed out by the tide. Actually, I was the only one who drew cocks and I forced her to write "TAE" ("SHIT") multiple times. I collected shells and rocks. And I ate. A LOT. I gained three or four pounds over the weekend.
"Beach-o Fantastico!" could also be a better title. Again, I’m too lazy to change the title. I’m all over the place. Just go to my Multiply for the rest of the photos.
