Weeeeeeeeeeeeird day

Last Apiril 21, 2007 was a weeeeeeeeeeeeeird day. It starts when I troop to Metrowalk from church listening to some outlandish tunes from Massive Attack (as usual). When I get to Metrowalk, I see a policewoman sitting lazily in one of the chairs in the turo turo area. Dismissing any paranoid notions from my thoughts I head up to the dvd area and stick around for a bit. I'm about to purchase a Hayao Miyazaki 3-disc collection when shutters start closing up and people quickly stuff their contraband into their big bayongs. No sign of police yet but I completely ditch the place. Bad things tend to happen to me for apparent reasons and nonapparent ones. Sometimes I think I'm God's idea of a joke.

Moving forward a few hours into the future, during LINKS (That's the evening service at church for youth) I get a phone call from my mother:

Mom: Why didn't you go home with your sister and cousin from church
Me: Cause of Links
Mom: I want you to head home right now. We visited your lola at the hospital. You weren't there!

Well that's the general patronage version anyway. Don't worry the real version is only bordering on pg but it's not like we're shouting or cursing or anything.

A soon as I arrive home, the maids tell me my parents aren't home. I figure my mom was annoyed and didn't bother to tell me they went to they visited the hospital again. "They just left. You can still catch up if you hurry" they tell me. I break into a sprint and head for the guardhouse, which isn't far from my house considering we have a small subdivision. So I get there finding no car in sight. I shrug off the fatigue and hunger and run the way to the jeepney stop hoping to head my parents off at their destination. As soon as I get off the jeep at the hospital I call my Dad:

Moi (X_X):What room is lola in?
Dad (?_?): *name of room* We're not there.

Oh well at least I get to visit old gran when I get to her room and she seems okay. My parents pick me up at the lobby and we head to a relative's wake. After pigging myself out on the food I sit beside my parents on one of the pews. They start conversing with some of my relatives. My uncle, a very stocky bodybuilder inroduces my parents to this spartan dude, one of his friends. "This is the Philippines' strongest man," he says. "He competes internationally and wins a lot of gold medals." The big guy sat quietly in the adjacent pew like a kid waiting for his parents, not the most intimidating sight at the present moment.

Hours of banter pass, and perhaps the cherry on top of my day was this one comment:
"You know your tita so-and-so over there? She used to go after your dad."

EEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYNG?! 0_o