Westin was great. I got my ass kicked with style in giant-piece-chess two times by this girl I met there. Turns out she's part of the varsity chess team from La Salle Zobel. Good God. That was it, really.



But seriously, I enjoyed the company and everything else. :D Throughout our stay, I had the rare (all for free, thanks to the hospital my mom works at) luxury of doing things I would not do on a normal day or week, even. I sunbathed, followed Pong's charbroiled skin regimen some more, went to the gym with Paul, Fritz and Cecile, and ate in three buffets. Breakfast was my appointment to the taxidermist. I had cinammon french toast, topped with two eggs, croissants, bacon, ham, sausages, cold oatmeal, fruit juices, etc. I tried almost all since I've been on this high-in-everything diet. I felt like a fucking stuffed turkey. Still looking like a straw. Haha.

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The reality of American fetish.

Question: Are Americans trying to form a new breed of Fil-Ams with their Pinay mail-order brides?

Answer: Very much, yes. Though it is a bit funny seeing soooo many of them, I have nothing against them. Besides, our peso is escalating down by the day. We need more dollars coming in.
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Anyway, back to Cecile. The girl is well-rounded. It's surprising that at 16, she works in the family business, drives her sisters around, goes on the ramp, organizes events at her school, plays music, manages to work it out with her lawyer boyfriend (hopefully the end of a string of past ones), and is an honor student on top of the heap. My brothers and I had a really great time hanging out with her.

But slaughter is slaughter and the chess moves have been stamped on my brain with the greenest ink around.

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You know..I missed Jamie sooooo much.. the whole time I was there..