I hope everyone had a good Christmas. It wasn’t very interesting here…I got money and played some bingo. Nothing much happened…I feel cheated on.

Today’s my birthday. Hooray. I’m seventeen. I’m supposed to have a party later on tonight at my aunt’s house. Apparently there were so many people invited, we couldn’t have it at Jollibee. I’m probably gonna get money again. I wish I could have a party or something with my friends instead.

One thing I like about the Philippines: everything is fucking cheap. I probably increased my wardrobe by twofold because of the cheap knockoffs. Here a middle class American would be considered filthy rich. Really nice gel pens would amount to fifty cents at most. I got a CD for five dollars and a nice collared shirt for six. The problem is when I get back home I’m gonna think everything’s expensive. But there’s too many people…I go to the city and it’s hard enough walking on the streets, because it’s so crowded. Scares the fuck out of me.

Hopefully I won’t die from food poisoning, car accident, plane crash or cockroach. I miss everyone. Tell me what the homework is and tell me if we’re a club or not. Happy new years.