So i just got back from a Filipino party. It was cool, showed up late but there was still plenty of pancit and adobo left. bad music (they played aqua and kylie minogue) with lots of bass, free beer, and hot chicks. the guy who was throwing the party rented out a hall so they had a dance floor with some cheesy disco lights and a strobe. danced with some chick with a nice ass. oh yeah it was weird there was some really young white girls there by themselves and i was like wtf this is a flip party whats up with these crazy white chicks, but there they were. my dad (it was his co-workers party) ran into some old friend and he regaled us with stories of my dads wild youth, and that was pretty funny. i was amused nobody picked up the karaoke mic but then my dad noticed the monitor and it was all downhill from there. the obligatory off-key flip version of my way, hotel california and like CCR n shit.
but yeah my belly is full and i’m pretty wasted. not enough hot chicks there though.
lol yeah, good ol dinuguan. lord knows how the nickname ‘chocolate meat’ came about. i personally make it a point of not eating anything with blood, or where the main ingredient is some organ responsible for filtering waste from the body.
but yeah, on the whole, flip girls are cute. northern flip girls are usually more ‘oriental’ looking, paler, sharper facial features etc. southern flip girls are usually darker, more malay looking. prefer the halfies myself. and cause i’m even pickier, i won’t even try to date a girl whose parents are FOB. learnt the hard way that my time is better spent not fighting antiquated traditions.
girl i am currently dating is a stunning flip irish like myself - perhaps i am biased
we had great drinking sessions when i was in the phils. they would get a 40 of gilbeys and this little bottle of orange sugar liquid stuff, and they had this really cool trick of mixing the two.* then the lot of us (maybe 6-8 people) would sit around singing karaoke and listening to good tunes while drinking the whole thing in little half-shots, all the while munching out on spicy peanuts and little dried fish and bitter mango. ah good times.
the mixing trick. both bottles are opened. you rip a small piece off the plastic bag the booze got carried home in, and you seal the orange mix bottle. upend it and place it mouth-to-mouth with the bottle of gin. slowly (very slow) remove the piece of plastic while holding the orange mix bottle, don’t want to interrupt the flow. since the orange sugar mix is heavier than the gin, it quickly sinks to the bottom, forcing the gin into the top bottle. leave it for a few minutes and it will eventually mix itself. it’s fucking cool to watch and trip out on.
Just got back from my buddies place. had a dope-ass sunday BBQ that a ton of people said they would show up to but bailed because they SUCK. shit was awesome. Even had some drunken karaoke with the obligatory version of ‘my way’. i got like 3 different kinds of fucked up, and had some free burgers. yay!
I missed you douche bag, where the fuck have you been, I haven’t seen you post anything in so long that I’m actually starting to think Sirc ISN’T a cunt. Please do something for I fear this is a sign that the apocalypse is coming.
I was a pall bearer at a Flip funeral, and one of the other pall bearers was an old Filipino dude who was wearing a fanny-pack. Granted, it was a leather one, so at least he had a nice one to go with his suit.
At one point the pall bearers were on one side of the coffin, and everyone else was facing our direction. I look over at the old Flip, and his fanny pack made a bulge in his suit that looked like a huge erection. I immediately busted up laughing.
I didn’t know what do do, so I pretended I was crying. Other than that, I would say even Filipino funerals are kind of fun.
Omg… I can’t stop fucking crying… dude fuck you my stomach hurts… lmfao!!!
If you could hear how fucking loud I was laughing from this you’d swear I was crazy. Fucking push ups man, my permanent man crush goes out to you. <3
I’ve been to a few Vietnamese parties and the ones I’ve been to are different than the one described here.
Vietnamese parties (from my experience) are essentially two parties connected by food. One party is only women and sometimes little kids. Everybody talks at the same time while somebody else murders songs via karaoke. If they kids are older, they find the nearest xbox and get thier fix.
The other party is usually only men in a back room gambling. I walked into this room once and everybody was standing as far away from each other as they could, with thier backs to the walls because everyone one else was cheating.
There always seems to be at least one bookie at a Vietnamese party.
