Days have been slowly turning into mashed up pieces of warped up time. I don't remember what day it is anymore, and I'm completely screwed up with all this thingamajigs. It's 5:20 AM in the Philippines.. which means it's 12:20 AM in Qatar.. which means 1:20 AM in Oman and UAE, which means.. ahh, I could go on forever.
But that's not the point of this blog. Oh crap, now I think I don't even think if my blog - which I shall start writing now (wait.. I have started) - will have a point.
Fine. Anyway, I was randomly leafing through the pictures I took this summer vacay and when I saw my cousins (actually, my cousin's children), I remember an incident which happened a little after a week into my parent's arrival.
We were cruising on the car on the way home when the tire popped
, much to the chagrin of everyone, and to the surprise of me - who was comfortable tucked in a wool blanket and typing randomly on my sister's laptop. Good thing the police were there to help us, and mind you, they were fast.. I would've hated being in the sun in that heat, and wearing something hideous.
I was still busy typing - albeit without the blanket, it was hot; frustrated since nothing was seemingly coming out my medulla oblongata, or wherever it is that thoughts come pouring in when I heard my little 6 year old nephew mumble in frustration..
"Hala, tita Joy.. sisikat na tayo sa TV mamaya! :D"
And I translate.. "Tita (or Auntie, whatever) Joy.. we'll be famous later when we're shown in the TV! :D"
Apparently, little kids have this mentality in mind that even the littlest road problems can turn into a heartwarming news coverage.
I think he was disappointed when we got home, still no more famous than who we were when we embarked on the journey.
I love kids. Haha. ;-D
*He's not the nephew, he's a kid though. I was thinking to post actual nephew's picture but decided to spare him his dignity for when he stumbles across this blog when I'm old. XD
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