Okay so everyone knows that living here in the Philippines, Manila to be precise, means weather that is almost never cold. It's always hot.

Yesterday was no different. So I wore shorts.

I went out with people from Church, frisbee then a movie. Supposedly a movie.

I was telling my "cousin", he's actually my third cousin so that's pretty far, how my first week of college was going.

I think I was at the part where I mention I was bugging an upperclassman without knowing he was an upperclassman because he was my classmate where he started implying that what I was doing was a form of flirting.

What the heck. I was not flirting. There's a difference between flirting and being friendly. I was being friendly because I'm sick of people thinking of me as a snob.

At the end of his verbose and very unnecessary sermon, he adds "and wear longer shorts next time."

HELLO! My mom wouldn't let me out of the house if she thought my shorts were too short. She doesn't even think they're short at all.

I'm so sick of this cousin acting as if he has the right and obligation to tell me what I can't and can't wear. What I can and can't say or do.

He's not my Dad. He's not my boyfriend.