Seka's party was....very filipino. I ate and ate and ate and ate, picked up some shells, had a water balloon fight, and ate and ate and ate and ate.....( filipinos believe in force-feeding =P If you don't eat, you're not filipino.) I picked up some pretty interesting shells while I was up at the contaminated bay, some of which still had living creatures within them. Of course, my uncle/half-grandpa/ step-relative/ aunt's cousin/ person-i-don't-know said that he used to eat them when he was in the Philippines (No surprise there, filipinos eat everything). Actually, the party was a consant reminder why I don't like going to filipino parties =P even though I did have a lot of fun. I'll write more later.