I thought I had just been shot. I just finished the last blog entry when this booming noise came through the kitchen. After I realized I wasn't dead, I figured it was a car backfiring, until it happened 10 more times. It's fireworks. The only thing Filipinos love as much as karaoke is fireworks. They shoot them off all the time all over the neighborhood. And since every other day they have a fiesta, they always have something to celebrate. But it definitely scared me to death. You would think I would be use to it by now, but no. I'm sure one of these days I'm going to pee myself.