Sunday, July 30, 2006
shoppin (again)
i love it when my mom gets her salary and we [her me and my sister] get to shop around the city. and i get to buy new clothes haha...it was wonderful because i got a new shirt and a new rusty skirt. but what was even cooler was when we went to this italian restaurant called Leni's Garden. oh but wasn't it the most beautiful and peaceful restaurant ive ever seen. everywhere u turn there was always green...there was this beautiful bridge and a beautiful pond and two noisy but adorable myna birds. they were really noisy but u would love it. they were all 'good morning', 'hello', then when u try to talk back, one would squeal 'quiet' while the other would quack like it was some kind of an insane goose. we tried to teach them to say 'bulhoot' but all that they would say are 'hello' or 'quiett!!!!' they were tons of fun. then we ordered the restaurant's specialty which were this really orange and VERY delicious spare ribs...and then i had a mango shake and an orange creme brule and some choco-topped waffles and some bananana and mango crepe. they were all delicious, esp. the spare ribs. it was pork with this beautiful cauli flower side dish...uh...i could still taste it in my mouth...the waffles were kind of hard..but good and the crepe was a little creepy but i liked it...haha...soryy my writing is kind of lame...im lacking inspirationg from all the abhors of patinikan. but it was all worth it..the tears...the sweat...the risk of causing my throat a cancer...it was all good.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
leadership training seminar
we had our annual leadership training seminar today and it was loads of fun. id be lying if i say i like it better than last year because the truth is, i liked it better last year. but i liked the participants this year the most because they were all cool except for a couple of shelled freshmen and sophomore. i admit that when i first heard that kuya marty and co. aren't our facilitators, i was a bit isappointed but when i met sir cip and mrs. p, they were also as cool.
the first thing they made us do was kind of the usual stuff, the ones the facis made us do for four years. and that is to write our expectations, from the seminar, the facis and our co-participants. i didn't quite enjoy it even if i was the reporter. after that, sir cip made us draw a symbol that would represent ourself and i drew a
pen and a crumpled paper for mine. then they made us share it with our group members. i also didn't enjoy that activity. after the reccess came the fun! we were all blindfolded and they made us walk all around the soccer and soccerbaseball field like freaks. it was quite of exhilarating but we all had fun. it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for me. i know it sounds cheesy but it's true. after that we had lunch break.i was kind of tired during lunchbreak. but i had to keep my lethargy to myself because i had isymae come over so she could fit the gown she would wear tomorrow for the bb.agham pictorial. and we would also be making her costume since i had this really formidble stupid dream about aunt vanessa totally dishing me
out because i attempted to borrow her wedding dress. but enough about that...she really looked very elegant in the golden prom gown of panyang. and it complimented her beauty a lot.
so we went back to school and we were sort of late for the reactions and sharing of the things u learned on the previous activity. i thought the afternoon wasn't going to be a lot of fun but what happened was the exact opposite. our first activity was trying to maintain this little peace of cotton from touchin the ground and we
sort of like have to blow it up. and we were all like "hoooooooo" francis even tried to kick it up and ended up kicking someone else's face instead! twas so hilarious! after three rounds, our group emerged VICTORIOUS! huh! in their faces!
after that, kuya cip gave us instructions about our last activity. i was disappointed because hello..."ONLY two activities for one whole frickin afternoon?" and the instructions were kind of complicated and i really didn't get the jist. so after that, mr. cip gave us 15 minutes to plan and we talked about how we were going to accomplish the tasks. the first task was all of us to get through an "electric square" and if a part of you touched it, the group has to do it over again. the second task was to get inside the building through stepping on folders and if u fell or ur foot touched the ground, which is "toxic" someone has to carry you and we don't want that to happen. the third and final task is to build a tower building of glasses with 17 plastic cups on the bottom without TALKING. we all assumed the electric square sir was refering to was the oval stage so we never got to plan on how to accomplish that one. we all focused on how to accomplish the second one.
after the planning, we went inside to start our first missions and found out what stupid maniacs we all have been. the electric square wasn't the oval stage, it was a small square made of rope. we all kind of panicked because we had doubts if mardi, who is kind of big, would fit in. but still we tried. but then we failed because someone always touched the "electric" side. it was kind of drizzling so sir cip said we could proceed to the next task without completing the frst one. the second task, which we thought was the most difficult among the three turned out to be the easiest! i was so bummed because we focused all our 15 minutes on that one. so when we finished our second task we proceeded to the third. it wasn't really hard. well for me, who wasn't involved in the contstruction wasn't but i think it was for those whobuilt it. they almost finish and the building falls, then it happens over and over again.
but we also had fun, those we weren't building. we were having fun making hooting noises since we couldn't talk we sort of built this bonding between us and the juniors. i liked the seminar a lot because i had fun and learned at the same time. the things i learned, i already learned but i guess a new perspective will dome good sometimes. hmm...i'll surely keep my last LTS a memory that would serve a lifetime!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
girl
well ms.loro made us read a really short story in english sub today and it was entitled "GIRL" by Jamaica Kincaid. hmmm....if u have read it or heard about and didn't like it because u failed to see what it means to convey...damn the shit outta you! and if u disapprove of the message it conveys, u can go fuck the devil in hell. not disrespectin ur opinion, it's just that if u agree that women should do everything that frickin mother tells her daughter to do...then what kind of a stereotype retard are u? STEREOTYPES ARE BULLSHIT. they shouldn't exist and people shouldn't follow them. well if u follow them, ur a shitshagger and i hate shitshaggers. so i hate you.
first about the different smiles. couldn't a girl have one frickin smile for everybody? couldn't she smile the same way to a boy she doesn't like very much to a boy she doesn't like at all? and what is WITH all THE FUCKIN PUDDING? Not everyone is a gifted cook. and i don't get about why a girl shouldn't pick other people's flowers either. and why she has to run away after she just spat in the air. and how dare that mother call her daughter a SLUT? she is the SLUT! boy if my mother forced me to do any of those things that mother told her daughter to do, ill sue her and make her disown me. but my mother never was stereotype. she supports my gothic side. but whatever...back to that stupid mother...
she also tells her daughter never to talk in a sunday? what is with that? why isn't she allowed so? is it because it's sabbath? guh! i could slap the bible in that mother's face so she would know that even Jesus talked on sabbath! boy, that mother is one hell of pharisee personified!
and what is with this women-are-meant-to-be-housemakers shit? women are MORE CAPABLE than those stupid men who couldn't care less about the world because of their dicks! they cook, they sew, they build, they love, they fight, they tow cars, they drive men crazy, they can do anything and these insane social retards dare say that all these things are going to end up in a four-walled prison? a thousand hands down for that!women are meant to work! they are NOT just home makers! OKAY? it's their choice! more shit........
STEREOTYPES ARE BULLSHIT. they shouldn't exist. and if in society, those stereotypes are rules, then i'll turn myself into a radical. im not saying it's bad to teach your daughter how to smile,walk, talk or spit...because it frickin all boils down to manners. but manners don't involve slavery. manners take form in different ways...and being stereotype doesn't necessarily mean you're well-mannered. u could be as shit as any goths in this world. and goths are cool. not because they break rules and stereotypes, but because they're brave enough to stand by who they really are. that's what i wanna be. and hopefully, that's who i am right now. GOTH. PUNK. PROVOCATIVE. so what?
Girl
Jamaica Kincaid
Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them on the stone heap; wash the color clothes on Tuesday and put them on the clothesline to dry; don't walk barehead in the hot sun; cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil; soak your little cloths right after you take them off; when buying cotton to make yourself a nice blouse, be sure that it doesn't have gum on it, because that way it won't hold up well after a wash; soak salt fish overnight before you cook it; is it true that you sing benna in Sunday school?; always eat your food in such a way that it won't turn someone else's stomach; on Sundays try to walk like a lady and not like the slut you are so bent on becoming; don't sing benna in Sunday school; you mustn't speak to wharbfflies will follow you; but I don't sing benna on Sundays at all and never in Sunday school; this is how to sew on a button; this is how to make a button-hole for the button you have just sewed on; this is how to hem a dress when you see the hem coming down and so to prevent yourself from looking like the slut I know you are so bent on becoming; this is how you iron your father's khaki shirt so that it doesn't have a crease; this is how you iron your father's khaki pants so that they don't have a crease; this is how you grow okrbafar from the house, because okra tree harbors red ants; when you are growing dasheen, make sure it gets plenty of water or else it makes your throat itch when you are eating it; this is how you sweep a corner; this is how you sweep a whole house; this is how you sweep a yard; this is how you smile to someone you don't like too much; this is how you smile to someone you don't like at all; this is how you smile to someone you like completely; this is how you set a table for tea; this is how you set a table for dinner; this is how you set a table for dinner with an important guest; this is how you set a table for lunch; this is how you set a table for breakfast; this is how to behave in the presence of men who don't know you very well, and this way they won't recognize immediately the slut I have warned you against becoming; be sure to wash every day, even if it is with your own spit; don't squat down to play marblebsyou are not a boy, you know; don't pick people's flowerbsyou might catch something; don't throw stones at blackbirds, because it might not be a blackbird at all; this is how to make a bread pudding; this is how to make doukona; this is how to make pepper pot; this is how to make a good medicine for a cold; this is how to make a good medicine to throw away a child before it even becomes a child; this is how to catch a fish; this is how to throw back a fish you don't like, and that way something bad won't fall on you; this is how to bully a man; this is how a man bullies you; this is how to love a man; and if this doesn't work there are other ways, and if they don't work don't feel too bad about giving up; this is how to spit up in the air if you feel like it, and this is how to move quick so that it doesn't fall on you; this is how to make ends meet; always squeeze bread to make sure it's fresh; but what if the baker won't let me feel the bread?; you mean to say that after all you are really going to be the kind of woman who the baker won't let near the bread?
*raises eyebrows* if u didn't like it, u can bite ur ass in hell.
first about the different smiles. couldn't a girl have one frickin smile for everybody? couldn't she smile the same way to a boy she doesn't like very much to a boy she doesn't like at all? and what is WITH all THE FUCKIN PUDDING? Not everyone is a gifted cook. and i don't get about why a girl shouldn't pick other people's flowers either. and why she has to run away after she just spat in the air. and how dare that mother call her daughter a SLUT? she is the SLUT! boy if my mother forced me to do any of those things that mother told her daughter to do, ill sue her and make her disown me. but my mother never was stereotype. she supports my gothic side. but whatever...back to that stupid mother...
she also tells her daughter never to talk in a sunday? what is with that? why isn't she allowed so? is it because it's sabbath? guh! i could slap the bible in that mother's face so she would know that even Jesus talked on sabbath! boy, that mother is one hell of pharisee personified!
and what is with this women-are-meant-to-be-housemakers shit? women are MORE CAPABLE than those stupid men who couldn't care less about the world because of their dicks! they cook, they sew, they build, they love, they fight, they tow cars, they drive men crazy, they can do anything and these insane social retards dare say that all these things are going to end up in a four-walled prison? a thousand hands down for that!women are meant to work! they are NOT just home makers! OKAY? it's their choice! more shit........
STEREOTYPES ARE BULLSHIT. they shouldn't exist. and if in society, those stereotypes are rules, then i'll turn myself into a radical. im not saying it's bad to teach your daughter how to smile,walk, talk or spit...because it frickin all boils down to manners. but manners don't involve slavery. manners take form in different ways...and being stereotype doesn't necessarily mean you're well-mannered. u could be as shit as any goths in this world. and goths are cool. not because they break rules and stereotypes, but because they're brave enough to stand by who they really are. that's what i wanna be. and hopefully, that's who i am right now. GOTH. PUNK. PROVOCATIVE. so what?
Girl
Jamaica Kincaid
Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them on the stone heap; wash the color clothes on Tuesday and put them on the clothesline to dry; don't walk barehead in the hot sun; cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil; soak your little cloths right after you take them off; when buying cotton to make yourself a nice blouse, be sure that it doesn't have gum on it, because that way it won't hold up well after a wash; soak salt fish overnight before you cook it; is it true that you sing benna in Sunday school?; always eat your food in such a way that it won't turn someone else's stomach; on Sundays try to walk like a lady and not like the slut you are so bent on becoming; don't sing benna in Sunday school; you mustn't speak to wharbfflies will follow you; but I don't sing benna on Sundays at all and never in Sunday school; this is how to sew on a button; this is how to make a button-hole for the button you have just sewed on; this is how to hem a dress when you see the hem coming down and so to prevent yourself from looking like the slut I know you are so bent on becoming; this is how you iron your father's khaki shirt so that it doesn't have a crease; this is how you iron your father's khaki pants so that they don't have a crease; this is how you grow okrbafar from the house, because okra tree harbors red ants; when you are growing dasheen, make sure it gets plenty of water or else it makes your throat itch when you are eating it; this is how you sweep a corner; this is how you sweep a whole house; this is how you sweep a yard; this is how you smile to someone you don't like too much; this is how you smile to someone you don't like at all; this is how you smile to someone you like completely; this is how you set a table for tea; this is how you set a table for dinner; this is how you set a table for dinner with an important guest; this is how you set a table for lunch; this is how you set a table for breakfast; this is how to behave in the presence of men who don't know you very well, and this way they won't recognize immediately the slut I have warned you against becoming; be sure to wash every day, even if it is with your own spit; don't squat down to play marblebsyou are not a boy, you know; don't pick people's flowerbsyou might catch something; don't throw stones at blackbirds, because it might not be a blackbird at all; this is how to make a bread pudding; this is how to make doukona; this is how to make pepper pot; this is how to make a good medicine for a cold; this is how to make a good medicine to throw away a child before it even becomes a child; this is how to catch a fish; this is how to throw back a fish you don't like, and that way something bad won't fall on you; this is how to bully a man; this is how a man bullies you; this is how to love a man; and if this doesn't work there are other ways, and if they don't work don't feel too bad about giving up; this is how to spit up in the air if you feel like it, and this is how to move quick so that it doesn't fall on you; this is how to make ends meet; always squeeze bread to make sure it's fresh; but what if the baker won't let me feel the bread?; you mean to say that after all you are really going to be the kind of woman who the baker won't let near the bread?
*raises eyebrows* if u didn't like it, u can bite ur ass in hell.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
i am in LOVE!!!
This day is like one of the best days ever! I mean we went to Sabin resort hotel for uncle luis' welcome party and he like rented two executive rooms for us! It was really cool after he just gave us a pretty big feast the other night. Well speaking of Friday, which was the 13th bday of my cuzin Erika, I won the friggin' SSG election via long constantly interrupted speech which got everyone standin up and sayin, 'I wanna be a leader' the shit. Haha. I loved the site of those kids just standin and believing what I said. The feeling was so nice and cool. Well so last night, me and my cousins were makin noise along the corridors and we were very boisterous. I'll admit the shit out of that. So this guy opened the door of his room and was like, "is something wrong?" I was starstudded because he was really CUTE and had this mystifying accent. I loved the sound of his voice. So I asked my cousin to make noise again so he would come out and he did and I was blushin when he went,
"what's wrong now?" so I apologized and he said he thought someone was scared. GOD!! He's so fuckin handsome!!!
So then the next day, I mean morning, after half of my cousins went home because of this Baptist blessing activity their having over school, we decided to take another swim. So we did and we had LOADS of fun playing tag with uncle luis and his driver, tito jay and mardi and aunt vawnette and we were shoutin and swimming and eating (which actually was prohibited) and jumpin. U know, even if uncle luis is just they
typical overweight American guy, I think he's the coolest foreigner I know! Not because he treated us or gave us this really big room to sleep in but because he accepted us which I know most Americans fail to do with their fiance's family.
So after an hour, we got to rest and swim a little individually and Erika noticed that the LA guy (I called him that because uncle luis talked to his parents and they told him they were from LA) was comin over to swim. So that was the chance and I wasn't going to let it slip thru my fingers...so when ate juliebethe just sort of flushed her guts out and told the guy that i wanted to know his name, i rode on and asked him what his name was. and he gave me this cute smile and said i could call him joe. so i did and i asked him how old he was and he said 14 and i was like 14? REALLY? i mean u look older. he gave a chuckle and said i was the first girl to ever tell him he looked older. we both laughed and out of embarrassment, i swam away. so then i got to the other side and got to talk to my future in laws...i mean...his parents and they were really cool. we talked about us and what school we go to, how to get to these places and then out of a sudden, mom...i mean his mother called kate, his sister and introduced her to us. so i talked to her and she was a really sweet girl who's graduating from 6th grade this year...lovely...so HE came over and that was the start of the MOST WONDERFUL conversation i had in my life!
frst we talked about his school and how he hated it and i told him i felt the same and the only thing that made it interesting were the cute guys. he laughed. i laughed. his mother laughed. so did his sister. then from that forwards, he just started talking non-stop about how i was going to survive if i went in LA. frst he
told me never to park my car or else there wouldn't be any car anymore except its skeletons because LA gangers would strip the skin off and shoot you. then he told me LA gangsters shoot downwards and he demonstrated it and i was kind of shocked. then his father told him to slow down and lessen the volume of his voice and i laughed and he ignored his dad and talked some more. then he told me about america's rampant 'suing business'. he narrated how this guy stole his friends car, crashed it and injured himself. then he had these guts to sue his friend! and the judge was like, "do u have any idea how retarded u sound right now?" and the guy went, "no!" and the judge said, "well i do! case closed!" then he told me other couple of cases where people sue other people for senseless reasons and told me that even kids sue their parents. and he also said people in america sue dead people! lyk this stupid retard who sued marcos because he stole a golden buddha or abraham lincoln because of some slavery stuff. then i asked him if he would ever sue his parents and he said no because he loved them both very much.
and inside me i was like, "marry me!'" OMG he is such a family man! then out of the blue he just said hated michael jackson, i told him i did too and he said that the michael jackson we know is not the real one and the real one is in mars, cleaning the dirty asses of martians...and we both laughed and his father said no cuss in front of women. i said it was okay becaused i do cusses myself...then we laughed again...and again and talked some more until it was the time for us to go home. i smiled and i told him i had a VERY WONDERFUL time talking to him and i said that if i ever went to LA would he be willing to hang out with me and he said it would be his pleasure. and i blushed and he blushed and extended his hand and i took it and i said goodbye.
because of too much ecstasy, i forgot to get his number or his e-mail address and right now, im googling him and kate. haha. oh well...this must be LOVE...mwaahhhaha!!!
"what's wrong now?" so I apologized and he said he thought someone was scared. GOD!! He's so fuckin handsome!!!
So then the next day, I mean morning, after half of my cousins went home because of this Baptist blessing activity their having over school, we decided to take another swim. So we did and we had LOADS of fun playing tag with uncle luis and his driver, tito jay and mardi and aunt vawnette and we were shoutin and swimming and eating (which actually was prohibited) and jumpin. U know, even if uncle luis is just they
typical overweight American guy, I think he's the coolest foreigner I know! Not because he treated us or gave us this really big room to sleep in but because he accepted us which I know most Americans fail to do with their fiance's family.
So after an hour, we got to rest and swim a little individually and Erika noticed that the LA guy (I called him that because uncle luis talked to his parents and they told him they were from LA) was comin over to swim. So that was the chance and I wasn't going to let it slip thru my fingers...so when ate juliebethe just sort of flushed her guts out and told the guy that i wanted to know his name, i rode on and asked him what his name was. and he gave me this cute smile and said i could call him joe. so i did and i asked him how old he was and he said 14 and i was like 14? REALLY? i mean u look older. he gave a chuckle and said i was the first girl to ever tell him he looked older. we both laughed and out of embarrassment, i swam away. so then i got to the other side and got to talk to my future in laws...i mean...his parents and they were really cool. we talked about us and what school we go to, how to get to these places and then out of a sudden, mom...i mean his mother called kate, his sister and introduced her to us. so i talked to her and she was a really sweet girl who's graduating from 6th grade this year...lovely...so HE came over and that was the start of the MOST WONDERFUL conversation i had in my life!
frst we talked about his school and how he hated it and i told him i felt the same and the only thing that made it interesting were the cute guys. he laughed. i laughed. his mother laughed. so did his sister. then from that forwards, he just started talking non-stop about how i was going to survive if i went in LA. frst he
told me never to park my car or else there wouldn't be any car anymore except its skeletons because LA gangers would strip the skin off and shoot you. then he told me LA gangsters shoot downwards and he demonstrated it and i was kind of shocked. then his father told him to slow down and lessen the volume of his voice and i laughed and he ignored his dad and talked some more. then he told me about america's rampant 'suing business'. he narrated how this guy stole his friends car, crashed it and injured himself. then he had these guts to sue his friend! and the judge was like, "do u have any idea how retarded u sound right now?" and the guy went, "no!" and the judge said, "well i do! case closed!" then he told me other couple of cases where people sue other people for senseless reasons and told me that even kids sue their parents. and he also said people in america sue dead people! lyk this stupid retard who sued marcos because he stole a golden buddha or abraham lincoln because of some slavery stuff. then i asked him if he would ever sue his parents and he said no because he loved them both very much.
and inside me i was like, "marry me!'" OMG he is such a family man! then out of the blue he just said hated michael jackson, i told him i did too and he said that the michael jackson we know is not the real one and the real one is in mars, cleaning the dirty asses of martians...and we both laughed and his father said no cuss in front of women. i said it was okay becaused i do cusses myself...then we laughed again...and again and talked some more until it was the time for us to go home. i smiled and i told him i had a VERY WONDERFUL time talking to him and i said that if i ever went to LA would he be willing to hang out with me and he said it would be his pleasure. and i blushed and he blushed and extended his hand and i took it and i said goodbye.
because of too much ecstasy, i forgot to get his number or his e-mail address and right now, im googling him and kate. haha. oh well...this must be LOVE...mwaahhhaha!!!
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