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The flight going here was okay except for the fact I was seated beside the three-hundred pound woman who with her cute two-year little girl FROM HELL!!!
Despite the fact that the woman was very apologetic of her demon child's beahvior, she just kept on shushing and cursing and threatening to leave the child everytime thath hellspawn acted up.

To matters worse, we were stuck on the ground for TWO HOURS!!! So, instead of leaving at 10:30pm, we left around 1am. Good thing they started to serve dinner and showed an episode of FRIENDS.

When we finally reached 39,000ft, I looked around and saw that there were a lot of empty seated and that allowed me to escape the Samoan woman and her cute succubus.

Cut-to: SFO

Very emotional reunion for my mom and her sis who haven't seen each other since 1996.

Arrived at my aunt's home in Newark around midnight.

Brandie and I slept in the living room with the family dog and parrot. The dog's name is Mene, which is short for Menelaus. (My is a bookworm despite the fact he's built like a quarterback and can tackle one as well.) The parrot's name is... hmmm... don't know it's name. So, far I've heard it say "MENE! NO!" and is able to sound exactly like the ringtone of the cordless phone.

The next day, I began my career as airport limo driver. Turns out my aunt just had an operation and can only see well with one eye. So, I had to do the
driving. Which was okay at first, but just went to prove that I am not designed for long car trips. I don't think I'll ever understand America's fascination with their cars and the open road. But at least I got to drive on the American highway and, so far, have not missed an exit.

My first couple of days here, I was undergoing withdrawal symptoms from being "de-wired". No text. No connection online. I'm still undergoing withdrawal symptoms since I can't text. At night, I look for my phone and see that I have no messages. Bad trip!

And of course I can't phlog. Bummer! Since my wonderful 7650 isn't tri-band, I can't use it here. And besides, I don't think we have MMS roaming. Even
if it is active, I can't use it. Bummer.

Will try to get copies from my relatives digicam and upload them when possible.

There's a Starbucks several blocks away, so I think we'll survive. (We've been trying out those bottled / canned Starbucks drinks... lasang Starbucks.)

Got some new comic books at THINGS FROM ANOTHER WORLD. (Got JLA/AVENGERS and NEW XMEN!)

Haven't had the chance to go to one of those big bookstores. Maybe after my cousin's wedding.

That's all for now...

See you all soon. :)

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