of sex and sand.

it's amazing how this whole tammy incident gets people talking. i'm not going to get into it that much since most of southeast asia already knows the story...i'm just going to say that it's disconcerting when my uncle, with my father in tow, marches into my room asking me if i can download the clips. last night, it was taken to a whole new extreme when my father watched the clips on my pc. i mean, that's a big no-no in the world of being a guy...letting your dad watch your porn stash (even if he was the one who asked you to download it in the first place). it reminds me of that time he wanted me to download the malaysian airlines porno clip...it's just wrong on so many different levels.

i know it sounds insensitive of me to say it, but tammy is hot. and finding the clips is a lot more fulfilling than watching the clips themselves...it was like searching for sacred treasure.

and that's the last of this topic that will be ever brought up.

my family's erratic behaviour doesn't let up. my father wanted to steal sand to replace some lost ground in our small yard that had eroded away due to the recent sprayings of heavy rain. there's a nearby construction site where the drainage system is being reinforced...he felt that it would've been a perfect deal. so, under the cover of darkness (and the barking of a stray dog), we took out two pails and he used a hoe as a makeshift shovel. when we got home, he proceeded to even out the sand i poured out with his trusty hoe. hoe hoe hoe.

i suppose you can call it a stupid, yet incredibly fun, weekend midnight adventure. my father might be off his rocker.

the masterful surprise was discussing the possibility of my father being a clone, taking the place of my real patriach who had been kidnapped (most probably by xenu) for further studies. conspiracies, conspiracies. who knows? let's call ol' spooky and find out.