spin, puke, fever and repeat

I think I've had too much of American food. Let me be specific, I think I've had too much of American hotel food.

I'm in hotel room, not at work, because I'm puking, feverish and dizzy. It's better than yesterday but I still feel under the weather.

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I want to tell you tales from NYC with pictures but my phone won't work with this laptop so we have to wait until I get back home to the motherland.

I do have a hilarious tale about my cousin's room mate. I never thought a person can live like this.

Story below

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Apparently, my cousin lives with this Jewish broker guy. He already warned me that the guy is weird and all and I said I'm ok with weird, after all, what's a weird guy to a weird girl?

We meet each other and he begins asking me questions about where I'm from. Told him I'm from the Philippines and he looks at me as if waiting to add something else to the word "Philippines".

"Which state though?"

"No, I'm from the country Philippines, you know, Southeast Asia, near China...above Australia...near the Pacific Ocean?"

Pause. "Oh. Well, why do you speak English so good?"

Bewildered look. Pause. "Because I'm educated with it?"

Pause. "Oh. Ok... Well, what do you do?"

"I work with a Financial Institution. I'm a trainer."

"Oh! Like a bank? They have that in the Philippines?"

Pause. Bewildered look. "Yes, we do"

It's at this time that my other cousin speaks up. "You know, we don't swing from tree to tree in the Philippines. We do have internet."

This goes on and on for another half hour and I'm almost close to bashing his head in. However, I fear deportation so I bit my tongue.

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This is why I sometimes don't like Americans.