overcast

i was awakened by my cell phone ringing at around 8 am. it was my cousin from victorville.

we're bringing another cousin to the airport. she's going back home to dubai/abu dhabi where she has been based for decades. she was here in cali to attend the pearl anniversary of her graduation from the school where i also graduated. hehehe. pearl = 30 years and i was pretty amazed that a huge majority of their class (UP PGH College of Nursing, Class of 1975) is now based here. and for the past three decades, they've remained in contact. she told me she had a blast.

anyway. i feel so sleep-deprived. i hit the sack around 4ish earlier. why? we got home past 2 am, and i was not yet sleepy so i tinkered. next think i know, it was already past 4. again.

i officially hate airport food. highway robbery! sobrang over-priced. there's this food court at the second floor of the tom bradley international terminal. we decided to go japanese. i ordered curry rice with pork. almost nine dollars. i was so disappointed when i got my food. i wish i brought my camera to capture how disastrous and atrocious it was. imagine this: a cup of rice literally swimming in yellow curry. and four freaking strips of breaded pork chop. four strips. one inch by four inch strips. damn. i've never felt so short-changed. and to think i did not even pay! (my way-richer cousins paid for this bad, bad meal!)

and oh, the title. the sky was over-cast this morning. it didn't feel like it was a summer morn. i'm not complaining. i don't really like it hot, hot, hot. sun finally shone around 3 in the afternoon. or maybe 4. i am not sure. i over-compensated for my lack of sleep.

R called to ask if i had dinner plans. i had none, so off we went to isla. it's not your islandy-type of resto. it's just named like that.

it's actually a pinoy buffet in eagle rock. comfort food galore. i think i over-ate. what else is new? isla is the only restaurant in los angeles (probably in the entire us of a, chances are) that serves dinengdeng, an ilocano dish that my mom used to cook a lot when i was small. of course, mom's version is unbeatable, but when she's a thousand of miles away, one can just settle on the next best thing.

dinner was capped with coffee as usual. at the coffee bean (where else?) J followed, P followed as well, with H. fun night.