Happ Happy Happy New YEEEAR!

Quickly, Quickly!

6:45 'till New Years here in Vegas.

This year went by so quickly for me.

It was a year 2 days ago since we left New Zealand.

I spent 2 of the 12 months in The Philippines.

There have been many, many disappointing and upsetting moments.

But, thankfully, there have also been many happy and lovely moments.

I want to tell everyone that I appreciate everthying you've done for me.

IF you've done everything for me.

yeah, happy new years!

:)

It doesn't hurt to be optimistic, you can always cry later.

Happy Holidays!

Because I have that Christmas spirit.

Merry Christmas!

I will blog properly soon.

Promise

:)

Wishing you, yes you, every happiness,

ina

Rich

So stuck up

I wish you'd stick it to me

I've forgotten how to blog.

Urgh.

know what?

bebo, to me, is no longer appealing.

I want to get a blunt kitchen knife and stab stab stab its AOL ass.

It's just so unbelievably ugly looking!

I understand what Macy was on about now.

hmph.

Today is Saturday night.

In 15 minutes it will be Sunday morning.

24 Hours after that it will be Monday morning.

5 hours and 45 minutes after that I'll have to drag my ass out of bed and force myself into the the halls of Eldorado.

After 2 weeks of liberty, and freedom, and sleeping in.

I'm not really looking forward to going back to school.

I had a few projects to do over winter break.

One for Algebra and another for English.

My English project isn't due for a while and I'm sure I'll get it done in time.

Even though its a tricky project.

We have to make a 10-15 page childrens book version of  the book we are reading for class

And my book is The Count of Monte Cristo.

That is 1462 pages long.

I have to make it into a flippin' childrens book.

I've got the first 3 pages thought over.

It will be the introduction of Edmond Dantes.

liyevghafer.

I don't know what to blog about!

Everytime I need to write I somehow find time in between getting to the computer to get over it.

And I hate that.

I find that, I've forgotten how to blog.

help?

ina

A lot of things to change.

Well, whoa.
Everything turned to shit in less than an hour after that last post.
A whole 360.


I told you that we had to stay after school for study hall.
I'm positive I told you, but like always, you made everything my fault. Like fucking always.
Sure, I should have maybe broken it down to you and explained it to you better.
Sure I should have checked the switchboard when they announced for a "Katrina" over the speakers.
Yeah, I'm sorry I didnt do that.
I'm also sorry that I had assumptions that you wouldn't be picking me up after I told you that I had to stay after school.
I'm also sorry I wasted your time, your anger, your worry, and I'm sorry I wasted your gasoline.
Yes, I'm sure papas going to be pissed when you tell him.
I guess I do need to change my attitude after joining the soccer team, and I guess I do need to change my attitude after getting these contact lenses.
Because after all getting contact lenses can cause intense attitude changes, and so does joining a school sport.
Yeah, I guess that you can't buy Zac his milk now after spending so much time looking for me, and I guess I do need to stop being selfish and make my family happy instead of thinking about myself all the time.
Because, after all, not asking to go out and about to frolick with my friends is not good enough for you, I understand that.
Not whining about more minutes for my non-existant cellphone isnt good enough for you.
Staying at home all day and looking after my baby brother, changing his diapers, washing his face, feeding him and wiping his snot isnt doing enough.
Having a dirty room all the time is a bad habit that I must change, because you never know, any day now Piolo Pascuals going to walk into my room and be shocked by the mess of it and I will disgrace the family.
Getting all A's and a B for my first quarter report card isn't good enough. I must change that B.
Joining a sport at school to have time for myself and to try something new is definitely a bad thing.


I guess I'm just a selfish bitch-of-a-daughter who only thinks about herself all the time.
I really do need to change that.





Know what?
forget you.

ina

Its snowing, in Vegas

It's 1.34pm and I'm at the school library, because we're supposed to have a soccer game today against Vegas High School, but their players are either ineligible to play, as in their grades aren't good enough, or they have injuries.
The Varsity team still has a game on though, and we have to support them. We are forced to support them, if I had a choice to not support them, I'd be at home running/twirling/dancing around in the snow.

Oh by the way, it's snowing.
XD
Yes, I just went outside, and there was white stuff hitting my face and melting. At first I was confused, like "Ae? What is this?" and then I realized it was actually snow. So I was like, HOORAY! It was a stupid moment, I was out back, by the portable classrooms, wearing my sky-high Chucks, and smiling like a friggin' idiot.
But I don't care, it's snowing.


:)

I'm kinda happy,
ina

I got spirit, yes I do.

I got spirit! How 'bout you?!











At practice, I was sprinting for the goal and the goalie, Breanna I think her name is, just straight up dived for the ball, and sent me flying in the air over her and landed on my chest smack BANG on the muddy field. I just lay there, eyes wide and trying to get my breath (breathe?) back, then I got up and then went "WHOOOOO!! That felt good!". Because funnily enough, it did. Try getting all the air in your lungs being winded out of you, and tell me you don't feel a high.







So, hey. I'm pretty bored





sign out yourself.

Its raining. In Vegas.

Oh, there is a God!
Its more like a heavy drizzle actually.
With some fog around the mountains. Want to know whats even more better-er?
Theres a possibility of SNOW!
hahaha. I'm ecstatic

I'm at the school library. Blogging, because I have time to kill before my parents get here to pick me up, because the soccer game is cancelled, because its RAINING!
Oh, and last period was funny, funny, funny!
I called Jayo on douchebag's cellphone, he has a show today, because hes a rockstar. But anyway, Jayo, I left a message, and the first thing you will hear will be me shrieking "BUT HE'S IN RHODE ISLAND!"
Thats because the teacher asked me who I was calling, and I said a friend, and then he said, put the phone away, and I said what I said, and that exact moment the message tone beeped, so thats the first thing he hears.
:D
okay, Im off, to wait in the rain, for my whanau.


Its a wonderful day,
ina

I cheated on the bebo one.

I won't cheat on this one.

So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie

Opening Credits: Liar Liar- A Fine Frenzy (Opening scene/Ina is born and her life from age 0-14 flash forward/You see her pink rat phase/1st birthday pool party @ her grandparents house with her chubby self in a fuchsia two-piece swimsuit/blahblahblah other significant life happenings/ )

Waking Up: Troublemaker- Weezer (/Ina wakes up in a confused state/It's the last day of school in New Zealand before she leaves for America on New Years Eve/She doesn't feel like a trouble maker at all/ This must be a sarcastic scene/)

First Day at School: Don't Look Back Into The Sun- The Libertines (*Fast Forward/Ina is in her Aunties Honda Accord with her papa on her way to her first day at and American school/ Ina is confused about why she is up so early for school/ Ina is looking at the sun in a confused manner/)

Falling In Love: Build Me Up Buttercup- The Temptations (/Ina is in the Philippines for a month before they go to Las Vegas/ Ina meets and gets acquainted with her cousins foreign friend/How corny is this song?/)

Fight Song: Hallelujah- Paramore (/Ina has never gotten into a fight but she imagines some in her head/ She sees a cartoonish fight with her mama/Oh, Hallelujah/)

Breaking Up: Going Fishing- The Phoenix Foundation (/Ina getting broken up with because she's so stale/You cant see the boyfriends face because it is seen from his point of view/This song makes her cry/)

Prom: Vogue (Matty C Remix)- Madonna (/Ina doesn't go to prom but dances in the desert to this song instead/)

Life: Woman- Wolfmother (/Ina's life goes by in a daze/She misses everything/)

Mental Breakdown: Buddy Holly- Weezer (/Ina ends up in the shower/ She is a teenager again and is seeing goblins grabbing at her legs and her hair is falling out/)

Driving: On Top- The Killers (/Ina goes on a road trip impulsively once she gets her drivers license/Ina feels on top/ She picks up a hitchhiker/)

Flashback: Bang Bang- Franz Ferdinand (/This whole movie is a flashback/Maybe she ends up shooting the school)

Wedding: Walkie Talkie Man- Steriogram (/Ina's wedding is apparently a riot, since this song is playing/)

Birth Of A Child: The Bad Thing- The Arctic Monkeys (/?/Ina names her baby Hunter/ )

Final Battle: Your Honor- Regina Spektor (/Ina is thrilled about this song/ She fights with a sickness/ Ina wins/)

Funeral Song: Fiji Baby- Goodshirt (/Ina is cremated and her ashes fly out of an airplane/ She's always wanted to skydive/ Some of her ashes end up in Hamilton/)

End Credit: Love Will Tear Us Apart- Joy Division (/Tears/Contentment/)

the critics hate it, but its a blockbuster hit,

ina

6th period

We're in the computer lab and I'm being hella badass.
But then again, I'm also doing my work. We have to go to http://www.myskillstutor.com and do our uhm Math things.
I love Mrs. Cooper. She's right in front of me, marking attendance.
Like, right in front of me.
I'm also listening to Red Morning Light and I don't even need to hide my headphones.
Churr, I love Mrs. Cooper.

Oh, now Me So Horny is on.
LOL.
So Skippy has another admirer. His name is Rayshawn. He is black, and he gave her a note saying "I like you and I want to get with you".
Eurgh. He's kind of cute I guess. Skippy showed me what he looked like when he passed by the hall and wanted to walk her to class and wanting a reply note back.

Ah, Skippy

So, I'm bored. Oh yeah. Our soccer game went by on Tuesday, and we FAILED, 7-0.
Hahahahahahahahhahahahaha. It's okay, I'm not too bummed about it.

You guys seemed to like Tu Scronium es, so here's another useless fact for you, courtesy of Jack, who is right next to me.
*On Valentines day you can get married on the Empire State building for free

Okay, I'm done.
We have an away game over at Foothill after school, apparently its a long drive, and I'm looking forward to sleeping on the bus, and getting pummeled.



I made christmas cookies and shared,
ina

Heidi ho, as they say down South.

Okay, so I admit it. I've been a bit slack.

So, to make it up to my readers, all 3 of you, this blog is going to be maaad long and random.

I don't know how this is making up to anybody, but I don't really know what else to do.

I'm looking back on the journal that I've abandoned. Here's an entry that I think is overly dramatic. But heh. We just moved here to Vegas, then went back to The Philippines for a month,

and then came back again, I was overly dramatic.

20/5/08

Awake during the time of the entering sun

Awake all night doing irrelevant things

Trying to keep my mind off of Las Vegas

The irony that I'm here

The irony of wanting to start new and then wanting to go back

It was lovely while it lasted

My backdrop relief

Replaced by the still of blinding lights

But, it came too fast

At least a few more weeks.

The clouds here are frightening

The heat is intense

The wind doesn't care

Take me back

I want to start again

That was hidden sarcasm

Oh, how it hurts

But as long as we're on the topic

Let the fun begin

Hehe. I had issues.

So, yesterday we got our soccer gear. All in an over-used maroon Adidas gym bag. In it were socks, game gear, a tracksuit, a hoodie, and socks. They are all covered in Sundevil spirit. It's

disgusting. Our first game is on Tuesday.

Have I told you how funny Skippy is?

She is hilarious. Because douchebag is in one of her classes right, and he sits like 3 seats in front of her, and he's talking to this girl all flirtatious and whatnot, and Skippys friend in front of her, he goes "Come on dude, leave her alone, you're scaring her" and then Skippy goes "Yeah man, you just finished with me", She was joking , of course. Douchebag just looked at her with a "I didn't do it" face. Everyone who heard went "oooh burn" and LOLd. It was something to LOL at.

Uhm. I've decided that my papa isn't strict at all. Nope, he is selfish now. Selfish selfish selfish selfish selfish selfish slefish shellfish selfshish slehfshsih selfish shelfish selfish SELFISH. If he is right, he is right. If I cant go, I cant go. If I'm going, I'm going. If I'm not happy about it, doesn't matter.

Funny how when you say or write down a word so many times it stops making sense, or looks wrong, isnt it?

Like selfish.

Do you want to learn how to say you are a whore in Latin?

It's Tu scronium es.

argh. GTG

De La Hoya Vs. Pacquaio tonight.

this was random but not long.

I'll make it up to you.

ina

Sucking on Lemons.

I fucking love lemons.

They never let me down.



School
All this week has been soccer tryouts, sore legs, cramping, puking sensations and copper tastes in the back of my throat. I made 1st cuts, and then WHOOPAW! I made JV, or Junior Varsity. Emphasis on the Junior. It's basically the suckier soccer team. But hey, I'm not complaining, I made it to at least one soccer team, and I've never played before. Take that suckah. When my friend Mr. Pancho, who by the way is celebrating his 18th on 11/29/08, right after my mama's, found out I made it, he said "Hey, all that soreness didn't happen for nothing yeah?" and I'm like "Yeah, it happened for even more soreness". Lololol. I don't even want to play soccer. I mean, I did inter murals because my friend wanted to do it, and now she quit so like, wtf do I do now? Unfortunately I already promised a friend on the guys Varsity team that I wouldn't quit. And I am not a quitter, no, I cry through it, I listen to Cat Power through it, and I don't do jackshit about it. That's me. So after church today, we went over to my favourite big shot national store in this country, Target and got me the only pair of cleats they had, because we had to have our soccer stuff by practice tomorrow afternoon. Oh and lololol, they have to take random drug tests on us. That really amused me.
I forgot that I had a typed up essay due tomorrow for Eng II. So, I typed up my rough draft and sent it to Mr. Symmonds. Because the printer has no ink in it, and I don't even know where it is.

Skippy
No awkwardness. She's over him. Never really was into it.

Family
It's my Aunties birthday on the 25th and my Mama's on the 28th. I got my Mama a present. It's under my bed right now.
Eurgh, Jorge has zits on his forehead, and he's only 10!
I mean, that boy is the most immature little brother. He can't be growing up. Zac, on the other hand, he is growing up FAST. There are these little thing's that I think is not normal that he does. He drinks so much friggin' Caprisun! Like, I get a Caprisun for myself, and he runs up to me and grabs it. DUDE, that's my Caprisun, DO NOT run away with it. But of course, he does. Another thing, that's weird that he does, I have Troublemaker by Weezer on one of my random CDs in the car, and he refuses to listen to anything else. Once the next track starts he starts whining. And when the song starts he bobs his head. Ima buy that kid a guitar when he turns 4. Yessiree.


Random bits
On Thursday I think it was, I had the most bizarre melancholic state in my whole life. Well, apart from this other time when I think I was having a high downer and a little 2 foot skinny green goblin thing with stringy hair kept clinging to my legs while I was in the shower. And it just kept on looking up at me with the most vacant eyes. I kept trying to shove it away but it just kept on clinging. Anyway, this is going to be about my most recent bizarre night. It started with me coming home from soccer tryouts, and I remember feeling something not pleasant at all. I was alone in this world, no one really knows me, whatthefuckamIevendoinghere?, I should be somewhere else, somethings going to happen, I don't like this, I don't want to be here.

I think my mind got stuck on the last thought.
Because before I knew it, I was chanting it in the shower.

I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I DONT WANT TO BE HERE

Over and over and over and over again. I caught myself sitting in the shower chanting it, lying in the bath-tub crying, chanting it, drying my hair chanting it. It was bizarre. Then after I got changed I just slept.


Say, do you feel like Christmas yet? Because I don't. Although we were listening to this Radio channel playing Christmas songs, and I heard that song "Baby It's Cold Outside" and that kind of makes me feel like Christmas. I especially love the version with Zooey Deschanel singing it.
Yes, Zooey, not Emily




Merry Christmas, If you feel like it.

ina

An appropriate time to introduce a familiar word.

I've been reading random bits of Macy and Jayo lately.

And I've noticed that they use the word "procrastinate/procrastination/procastinating/etc." quite a lot.


So I got thinking.
My room has been a mess for two weeks, I never really feel the need to clean it because once I do, it somehow looks like a hurricane passed through it around 183 minutes later. That's exactly the expression my parents use too.



Na agian ug Bagiuo imong kwarto, In?



Pretty funny shit. But then, my mama got sick of my messy room and we agreed that I couldnt use the internet if it was messy. I, of course, had to agree.

So what am I doing here?

Well, my cousin got a free PC from someone, and it's literally just 3 steps away from my room upstairs, away from downstairs where my parents reside, so it's understandable how tempting it is to just quit folding clothes and switch on the Dell and go on Bebo and IM Jo Alamani aka "The Sex" on Windows Live Messenger instead.



I promised myself I would make a big gigantic post about my insane week.

And I will just, not now.

So, to satisfy until then heres an amusing picture instead.




Is this a form of procrastination?

ina

Gold Lion

Rawr.

I'm sore. I just got back from soccer tryouts.
No, no results yet. I'm not getting my hopes up.
MOTHERFUCK. My shoulders hurt, which doesn't make any sense at all.
It should be legs that hurt. NOT my shoulders.
But, I almost got a cramp on my right calf.
Last time that happened I was rolling around the football field screaming bloody murder.

It went kinda like
"*roll around
FUCK! MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!HOLY CRAP SOMEONE FUCKING DO SOMETHING! FUCKINGSHIIIT! MOTHERFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
*rolls around some more"

And then, the football lights went out, coach was about to lock up the gate and the three people I was running with handled me like a cripple.
It was fun.

Skippy's beau asked told her he was crazy about her and wants her to be his princess.
Goodness gracious, what is she to do?!

stressing out about what I hope will be nothing very soon,
ina

Let's be hypothetical.

Okay, so let's say I have a friend. 

We could call her... Skippy!

Like the peanut butter.

Or the cereal, if you're down the Southern Hemisphere.

And let's say that she had the most awkward day today.

At school.

Okay.

Do we have the character in mind?

So, there's this guy Skippy has in one of her classes. And he's not really much I guess. Just like every other guy around. Always joking and whatnot.

He said to her once "You know, I think you're really beautiful."

And she was flattered, she says. And a tad curios, but that was it. 

And she doesn't even really know the guy. 

It's like whatever really.

So, today he passes her this note. And it's like one of those intriguing ones. 

"Hey, I've always wanted to ask you something but I'm scared of what you'd say"

And she's like  "Oh, Pish-posh. Go ahead. It doesn't matter what I say. What do you want to ask?"

And then the note comes back saying "Okay, I'm crazy about your smile. I love your personality and I think you're really beautiful."

and then he draws this heart with "Me&You" in the middle, and goes "Do you get it?"

And Skippy kind of gets it but needs some kind of confirmation.

So he says he'll email her.

After that, it was just awkward, she says.

Let's talk about how Skippy is with people that like her. 

She wants people to like her, but when they actually admit it, she pushes them away.

She's always thinking that its a joke.

She never thinks its real, so I guess she hurts them before they hurt her.

And hurting them, eventually hurts her.

And, she's had her share of hurting.

I guess she just doesn't trust anyone.

Like, she finds it hard to trust people.

It's hard for her to trust people.

Especially this guy.

LOL. He has a girlfriend. 

And its not like she likes him, like I said before, she's curious.

Not that it would make any difference.

Her parents are strict too.

XD

She needs advice, Skippy does.

Looking out for a friend,

ina

To everyone who is feeling at least something.

You are a wonder,

A piece of work. 

It's not for them, 

it's for you.

They can complain all they want, criticize all they want, be disappointed in you, all they want.

But hey, their opinion's don't matter. 

This is all for yourself right?

Damn straight.

Now, get out there and continue whatever you have to do next.

Be it going to Germany, writing a novel, studying for exams, being infatuated in a thousand different guys at once, finding the perfect wayfarers, looking for neon tires or asking your boss for that extra day off.

I wish you all the best, 

But my opinion doesn't matter.

>.<

this is more for me than it is for you,

ina

Haven't smiled today?

Hope that helped.

:D

love,

ina & zac

Oh Obama, you're a bloody legend.

1) Barack Obama winning the election

2) School pissing me off and not making any sense

3) Soccer going pretty frickin' A

4) Mama and Papa and Zac and Jorge

5) It's gettin motherflippin' colder by the second and I LOVE it.

6) There's only 1 full week of school this month.

7) Holidays and other happy stuff

8) English II

9) I haven't been too into the Internet the past few weeks

10) Last night was bizzare. High downer. 

I'll get to these when I can. Promise

In the meantime though, take a look at these ultra fun pictures.

Enjoy!

LOL

ina

Somewhere Else

"But now I just can't help myself
I really really wish I could be somewhere else
Than here
You give me everything I need
but I really really wish I could be somewhere else
Than here"

We went to California over the weekend to visit the whanau, because my Auntie is here from The Philippines which means I don't get my room for a whole week and have to sleep on the couch. It's fine, really. The laptop is close-ish right?

So, we left Vegas on Friday night around 7. Right after papa finished work. Right after. Like we literally got everything ready in the afternoon, and then went to pick him up at "The Mirage" (oooohh fancy shmancy) and then he got in the drivers seat and started the 4 hour drive to Los Angeles, or to be more exact El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de los Angeles de Poriuncula. Hell yeah, I got maad skillz.

Arrived at my Uncles house around 12-ish. I went straight to sleep after sucky "Maps" singing on Rock Band. On Saturday we left the house at 10 and drove almost an hour or two to Santa Barbara. Or at least, thats what I think we went. Correct me if I'm wrong. We went to the beach (as you'll see soon enough) and I had tons of fun and felt right at home in the wind. The whole trip I had the most bizarre feelings of deja vu, like I've been here already. The beach looked like Petone beach, the Coastline looked like Kapiti Coast or whatsit and the vineyard that we went to later in the day looked like Palmerston North. I missed everything.

When we got home it was almost 10pm and one of my lil kiddy cousins fell asleep smack-bang in the middle of the couch. It was tres adorable. Then we had a wonderful dinner consisting of lobster, which my Auntie brought over from Boston, and steak my Uncle made, and this shrimp-ish thing my papa cooked. Then I went outside and enjoyed petting my Uncle's dog Rocky. This HUGE, gigantic, big, fluffy, sweet, darling thing of a dog. He had the most beautiful eyes and we stared at each other and I found myself kissing his wet nose multiple times. That dog sure does need a bath though.

My Uncle is immensely into photography. He has this humongous digital SLR that must have cost him thousands. My Mama told him that I'm taking photography at school and he showed me some of his pictures and I must say that I'm quite proud of the guy I used to, and still do, call "Daddy". The reason being because he is my Mama's little brother and he kind of felt like a father figure to me when I was smaller. Or so they say. Now, I don't really know. But back to the photography business. He wants me to be good at photography, so that if he ever decides to start his own business I can be his right-hand-man.He wants me to be better than him. I would like to please him and make my uncle proud and I do really want to try my best at being his prodigy.

Sunday, we went to the L.A. Zoo. It was fun, although I got kind of sick of the walking. I saw an elephant, a tiger, a rhino, an orangutan, gorillas, flamingos, komodo dragons and a hippo! None of which you could find at my favourite zoo, Wellington Zoo. I got me grape and bubblegum shaved ice and boy is that shit good.

After the zoo we went to my Papa's long lost cousin's place in Glendale, CA. Teeny tiny apartment with TFC. I laughed at how pathetic Filipino television is. Then by the time 5 o'clock came around it was time to bid Au Revoir to the California whanau and head on home to stingy 'ol Vegas.

I stole some red bull out of the cooler which caused me to naturally, need to pee, and so we stopped at this rusty, empty, old gas station off the motorway. It looked exactly like ones you see in the movies where the shopkeeper is some estranged pedophiliac psychopath who knocks out lone travelers and uses them to shoot Saw 6 in the basement. Yeah, something like that. But it wasn't and I got out of the bathroom fine and bought me some Pringles and my papa got a hotdog (that pig) and then the shopkeeper (who was actually this strange chick who was on the right side of cuckoo) did something wrong on the money machine and made our Pringles and hot dog equal to a total of $243.57. It was funny. And then we left and the lovely lady wished us a safe trip. This made me sad for her that she had to work in this rank place all by her self where horny truck drivers could go urinate.

When I saw the heavenly glow of Vegas and the strip I remember thinking "Oh, Thank God. We're finally home" and then I remember being angry at myself for calling Vegas home when it obviously isn't. I'm still convinced that forever in America isn't too long and eventually we'll be going back to NZ but I know that America is permanent and that my way of thinking is the only thing that is temporary. I hope I'll get over it soon.


So here's the video. Which was taken at the beach in Santa Barbara I think. It was windy and cold. Perfect for me, really. Enjoy the pathetic attempt at trying to be artistic. Although I couldn't figure out how to make certain clips fast and like, yaknw super speed fast forward. Sucky sucky iMovie.

Ma, I'm sorry you got hurt by reading this blog. That post was not a "hate letter". It was my way of not exploding and staying calm. But, if you'd rather I went and yelled at you about fine. I don't write to you because I don't want to hurt you. But, you've read this now and obviously you've gotten hurt. I do aplogize but this is my way of staying sane.

everything should be fine and dandy,

ina

Around the school we go!

Footage right after soccer workout yesterday 10/20/08

Churr

Should give you a erm lets say "perception" of what this school is like.

Its only just like a bit of the school though. 

Even I haven't gone everywhere.

Be aware of that.

Oh and I'm all sweaty and dirty and rank from the workout so yeah, I look pretty indicent for this blog.

>.<

Enjoy.

Leave it alone.

I had a great day up until 10 minutes ago.

10 minutes ago Papa called me into the bedroom.

He was supposed to be taking a rest before he picked up Jorge.

He called me into the room and the laptop was on his big tummy.

Stupid conceited arrogant look on his face with a smirky amused one on top of it.

My expression was what mine usually is when he has that face. 

"Ugh you're such a loser that its funny" face with a bit of curiosity and a bit of WTFing.

Then I'm like "what?"

And he's smirking and making his face all chingy *hahahahahahahaha this soooo funny*

And I looked at the screen and saw my bebo page.

And he's just sitting there with a delighted face. 

What were you thinking about pa?

"Haha. I found your bebo page now. You can't hide anything from me do you know that? Haha. I'm enjoying ruining your life. I'm enjoying scarring it. It's not enough from me to keep you from everything you want to do. It's not enough for me that you do everything I ask you to. I have to know everything that's going on in your life because I'm your overprotective father who has no respect for you or your privacy at all. hahaHA"

What more do you fucking want pa?

You're reading this now aren't you?

Are you amused that I have opinions?

That I have a life?

That I can think for myself?

I don't like that you're going through everything I've tried so hard keeping from you.

I want to have something that you don't know about.

All these pages on the Internet are for MYSELF. Not for you or for mama or for anyone else that you think would give a shit. I think that you have no respect for my privacy whatsoever.

I'm just asking you to leave this alone. I think you hate that I've found a place where I can get a point across without your interruption.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't visit my blog anymore or my Bebo whatever else you've found.

Do you read my journal too?

Are you tickled by my pathetic lyrics? My angry words? My sad sad attempts to express my emotions?

I hate this. Get over it. LEAVE IT ALONE.

I need this privacy Pa.

I need it.

Did you know that didn't want you to read this blog and I was going to set it to private, but I didn't? Because I thought that you'd read all of this and understand how I feel. But you obviously don't. You think it's comical right? I don't. I just want this to be kept to myself and to people who feel that they don't have the authority to run my life.

Yeah, you're laughing.

I knew you wouldn't understand.

Just please, don't make me want to quit this blog.

ina

Sex on Fire

I want Caleb Followill.

I WANT HIM.

But moving on.

I keep forgetting what I was planning on blogging about. It's very very irritating.

Let me try it this way.

Monday: 

1st Period English II - Nothing worth mentioning here happened.

3rd Period Algebra I - Nothing worth mentioning here happened.

5th Period PE - Nothing worth mentioning here happened.

7th Period Photo I - Nothing worth mentioning here happened.

Tuesday:

2nd Period Biology I - Nothing worth mentioning here happened.

4th Period Financial Literacy - Nothing worth mentioning here happened.

6th Period Fundamental Math Concepts - Had an animated conversation about various things with a guy who plays paintball and has porn on his iPod

8th Period World History - Was told matter-of-factly and not in any flirtatious way that "You're very beautiful. You'll find an honest guy one day"

Wednesday:

1st Period English II - Missed 10th grade PSATs because I have 9th grade credits.

3rd Period Algebra I - Missed 10th grade PSATs because I have 9th grade credits.

5th Period PE - Free Period. Talked to Tania about "stuff", tried to get into the schools wi-fi via my fone

7th Period Photo I - Nothing worth mentioning here happened.

Afternoon 3:30- 5:30 pm - Went to the soccer workout. Kinda enjoyed killing my thighs.

Thursday: 

2nd Period Biology I - Guy across from me wanted our lil group to play "the dick game" with him where you had to guess how erm "Large" his and other guys' dicks were. Using my ruler.

I refused to play but laughed through the whole thing instead.

4th Period Financial Literacy - Nothing worth mentioning here happened.

6th Period Fundamental Math Concepts - Nothing worth mentioning here happened.

8th Period World History - All period was highly entertaining. Got ambushed by the person in front of me and next to me

Crude questions and comments were directed at me.

"Are you still a virgin? Be honest with me"

"If my band gets a gig at this place I'll try to get you an invite. Would you go? No? Why not? 

Ohhh strict parents."

"What do you do at home? Babysit? Would it be cool if I came by your place while you were babysitting?"

"Have you ever been touched?"

"Who would you rather do it with? Mexicans, Black people, White people what? I'm Cuban, you prefer Cuban huh? *wink"

"Would you do it with him?"

"Would it you do it with me?"

"I'd HELLA do it with you"

Friday:

1st Period English II - Mr. Symmonds doesn't want us to use the expression "Gay" because it's totally offensive. "Imagine if your name was used as a bad expression. Like 'OMG thats so Bob" Use the phrase "Heterosexually Indicent" instead. I'm cool with it

3rd Period Algebra I - Cute guy right across kept smiling at me, and it's only good manners to smile back. XD

5th Period PE - Nothing worth mentioning here happened.

7th Period Photo I - Nothing worth mentioning here happened.

                        

                THE END

And all of this was written with "Sex on Fire" on loop.

I think I was especially hormonal this week.

Still am.

Aaaand I don't think you really needed to know that.

Oh shit,

ina

             

Sometimes I think that I'm bigger than the sound.

I won't jump straight to the end.

But, I'm thinking you might know already.

Let me start with school events.

This past week at school has been spirit week. *&%*(*@$%!$%*. Yeah, spirit week.

On Friday there was an all school assembly out on the football field. As in, all 3000 and something hyped-up teenage students were out on the field at 7 fucking AM in the morning. 

I was not hyped-up. 

Thought I'd stay at home and sleep in even. But, I didn't want to miss this All American cliche thing. If, only for the experience. 

I should have stayed at home. I was cold, and lonely, sitting by myself while everyone else was la-di-friggin' GO SUNDEVILS-ing.

It was a sad thing really. I tried my hardest to look un-interested and not care that I was by myself. It's not like I don't have any friends. It's just I don't really have any friends. Not in this damned country anyway. 

Saturday night was The Homecoming Dance. Yuck. I remember the group I sit with in Biology asking each other if they were going to the dance. I noticed they didn't ask me. They probably didn't mean it but I'm sure they knew without realizing that I was definitely not going. Offended? Not really. I understood. It's not like I would've went if I could've anyway. 

Now, moving on to events that have happened at home, or at house. Whichever.

The week was pretty much spent worrying over whether Mama found this or not.

I knew she would've eventually. 

So, Saturday morning. After 5min checking bebo, blog and email I plopped myself down on the couch. Mama was in a reasonable enough mood. Not cranky or nothing. Just, reasonable.

She came down and sat down next to me all "let's be bffl's yeah?!" 

I was thinking "Yeah, no."

And after around 30 seconds of awkward arm clinging.

"I read your blog"

              

                            

 "Ohhhh Shiiiiiiiit"

From her end came questions like "Do you think I'm bitchy Ate?" and explanations like " I wanted to let you go to the soccer meeting but it was just short notice"

And from mine came answers like "Only when I'm angry Ma." and rebuttals like "I wasn't upset over that"

It was a harrowing confrontation, but not really a confrontation. Just awkward and a "I SERIOUSLY DO NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS TOPIC NOW OR EVER, WITH YOU" moment.

Seems the only thing she was agitated about was the fact that I cussed alot. Surprised that I know of such words? Please, don't be. If I know how to use the word "harrowing", I know how to use the word "Fuck". You live in America, either get used to it or get over it. 

She wanted me to stop swearing. I said they were words of expression.

She wanted me to stop swearing. I agreed and got my ass up to my room.

Then came a state of melancholy. I put "Cheated Hearts" on and just cried. 

I was upset about Mama finding this blog. 

The only way of ever getting a point across without interruption.

The only way to have an opinion in this house.

The only thing that keeps me sane.

The only place that let's me do my own thing.

The only way of getting how I feel out.

  How I feel about everything.

  Be it, my family, my school, whatever.

She found it and now I'm put off.

I don't want have a point anymore, or an opinion, or a thing to keep me sane, or a place where I can do my own thing or have feelings.

I DON'T WANT TO.

Especially after this morning when I overheard her talking to my dad about it.

And laughing about it.

I've been crying alot lately. Feeling depressed. Even before this. 

Now, tell me that isn't a conundrum.

wholeheartedly, 

ina

My Mama is _______________

I am typing this post very quickly and in a rush.

The past 3 days have been frustrating and depressing and GRRRing

My mama forbid from using the laptop for giving her "attitude" when we were arguing over a comment I made on wehateuniversityofbohol. It had several profanity's and my Auntie the _________ told my mama about it. *Hi Auntie. I love you.

So I'm not supposed to be on the laptop right now, no. But my mama has gone to drop off papa at work. I'm thinking I have around 30mins. Right after this I will clear the history and revisit friendster. 

I wanted to go to a girl's soccer information meeting after school today. I called the house during P.E. but no one answered. So, I left a message. My mama didn't get it and got quite bitchy when I told her that I called her and left a message. She said I raised my voice at her and had the "attitude" again and got bitchier still. Bitch. I don't know if she knows about this blog or not. There's definitely a possibility because the Auntie could've seen it and told my mama also if she did, she might as well be a Fucking Bitch also. 

I didn't get to go to the meeting because my mama was extra bitchy today and was in a tiffy to drop my dad off anyway. I was gonna go with a friend I made recently. We talk about stuff in P.E. and I found myself crying when we were resting from walking 4 laps around track because we were talking about our friends. I miss them. And you. Yes, you

I'm sure I have many more stories but I'm starting to get paranoid that mama will come home any minute and my ears will get boxed. 

I love this blog,

ina

*sarcasm

Don't Vote

 Ha!

Sarcasm. I love it

I experienced Sleep Paralysis last night, just before I fell asleep. I opened my eyes and couldn't move, I tried to yell out but couldn't. I tried what Beatrix Kiddo did, I tried to wiggle my big toe. HAHA didn't fucking work. I heard 10x10 by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs in my right ear, and heard very very loud pounding through my left. Then I saw blobby round shadows dancing across the wall and I think little black chupacabras running across my room. Don't know how since my floors covered with dirty clothes and lumpy things. LOL. Maybe one tripped.

Moving right along. 

What's the dealio with:

1)  NCLEX RN exams: Mama didn't pass. 

2) Affairs: A relative, that I really am fond of. I overhear stuff being said often, and I'm not too surprised.

3) www.wehateuniversityofbohol.blogspot.com : I enjoyed trolling this site, because of the fact that my family runs UB. My Internet addict auntie saw my explicit comments with a whole load of swearing. She didn't mind, just said to make my comments anonymous, but then, how can I get my views up?

4) Non-immediate family: I forgot about this one.

5) The Pros of the Internet: Jayo covered it

6) The Cons of the Internet: Specific family members being on it. I hope you never read this blog, you'll find out I know about sex, and swear alot and have an interest in guys. But if you do, don't mention it to me or I'll just start freaking out. We'd both be much better off not knowing.

7) The fear of people I don't want to be reading this, reading this: Number 6 pretty much covers it.

8) The fear of my parents reading this: Again, refer to Number 6.

9) More about freakazoid: He called me baby, I gave him a dirty look and made it clear to him that I feel nauseous just being near him. I don't think he'll be bothering me anytime soon. Oh, and his name is Angel Cordova. What a metro name.

10) The upcoming Killers concert that I really desperately want to go to: The one that eventually led me to write that post on the 26Th of September. Papa said I can go only if my cousin from Oregon comes down and takes me. I have a House of Blues gift card and everything, they'll be playing new songs it'll be my first ever time in a mosh pit, and first concert ever. You'd think if I was that desperate I could just sneak out. I wouldn't be capable of doing so.  Kuya Albert, just get your ass down here. You owe me a birthday present anyway. ;)

That's it.

I'm done

ina

I think I might have a lot to say

About a few things.

*NCLEX RN exams

*Affairs

*www.wehateuniversityofbohol.blogspot.com

*Non-immediate family

*The Pros of the internet

*The Cons of the internet

*The fear of people I don't want to be reading this, reading this.

*The fear of my parents reading this

*More about freakazoid

*The upcoming Killers concert that I really want to go to

But, just not now.

It's 11:00 pm and I'm kinda pretty tired.

It's my papa's 38th birthday tomorrow.

He is getting old and so am I,

ina

My leg might just get amputated

But who gives a fuck when you Chucks are this hot.

My papa need's to calm the fuck down

I swear to God I'm gonna end up shooting someone with the shotgun he's gonna buy in case anyone asks me out.

I won't hesitate either. He just needs to chill out and be reasonable, but he never fucking is.

A list of whatever you want it to be:

* Hanging out with friends

* Going to any kind of social/school/life functions except church

* Dating

*Smoking

*Alcohol

* Sex

* Drugs

* Rock 'n Roll

Four of them are no-brainers

I was brought up a good kid. I wouldn't. Not right now, If not ever, no.

But are you for fucking real about everything else. You could rule out the 3rd one fine, I don't need that till I'm what 30 right? But please, make me normal and let me socialize. I don't ask because if I do you'll start spazzing out about me always wanting whatever, even though I rarely do because you'll start spazzing out and it'll just be an endless cycle. And then you make me feel all guilty for not being the good girl you want me to be, doing my homework, looking after my brothers and washing the fucking dishes. You don't realize this is all about fucking you? What, am I just supposed to forget when you'd be gone 5 days at a time playing pool, drinking and I don't even want to know what else, with your stupid friends back when I was smaller? Am I not supposed to care when every time we go back to the Philippines for a vacation that you'd be gone for a whole night, be back for an hour to take a shower, and leave again to play mother fucking Mahjong? If that's what you think then Fuck you. I understand that you don't want me or my brothers to do whatever you did, but honest to God I am smart enough not to do stupid stuff. Hey, News Flash. I'm not retarded, nor am I irresponsible or idiotic or anything in the thesaurus that comes under the word Ignorant. Fucking trust me. We've had a "talk" multiple times already about trust haven't we? Yeah, but my point just never comes across to you, because you are so fucking selfish and thick-headed I don't even bother anymore. Hello. Yeah, Hi. I have a voice, I can speak for myself. All I want you to do is to fucking listen.

Do you get it?

If not, buy that shotgun

ina

He's only cute when he's quiet.

I am currently typing this with my 18Th month old brother sitting on my lap whining and crying and annoying the Gesundheit out of me. This little man is pissing me off.

Please Zac, give me a break.

I am the only one here looking after you, because Mama is at a Nursing Agency interview, Papa is at work and your big brother is walking out in the 36 degrees celcius heat. Haha shame.

Babies aren't so cute, right now he is holding a light bulb, the only thing keeping him quiet and me sane. Before, I gave him a mop, he was happy with it for about 3 minutes. I'm constantly telling him to please shut up but he will not cooperate.. Crucified Christ. The kid just wont stop.

Eww! He just did two giant farts!

Good one bro,

ina

Hi.

Things freak me out.

People freak me out.

People I don't know, touching me freak me out.

People I don't know, touching my face, freak me out.

Should I continue?

So, Yesterday I walked into World History and sat at my newly assigned seat.

By the wall, in the middle of a greaser, to my right

And a freakazoid to my left.

Technically, they were to my front and back, but I was sitting against the wall, because it's easier since the board was like friggin' so far away, and my eyes are getting so much friggin' worse.

The greaser doesn't really have a place in this story, except I found out that he wants to have sex on the snow. Noice. 

Yeah, we're that kind of class. Our teacher is so friggin awesome and the students got out of hand and Mr. B had nothing to do with anything except doing his job and teaching appropriate subjects. Reading chapter 9 of  " The Bhagavad Gita" imagine the joy when we read the stanza containing the phrase "Indescribable pleasures" The teacher asked what our Indescribable pleasures were (expecting clean answers e.g. Chocolate or Food). I said something along the lines of "music" and I remember and always will when someone replied with

"*ahem mine's not appropriate for class sir" 

"I'm sorry what?"

"I said it's not appropriate for class sir"

"What is it sex? That is not appropriate for class at all"

" no, sir. It's not"

"Please stop discussing inappropriate topics for class. But if it was fitting or relevant, please talk to your girlfriend or whoever about it to make it describable"

Mr. B is an awesome teacher who sticks to appropriate teaching topics.

Interrupting classmate says "How does he talk to his hand sir?!"

LOL. Funny stuff

Anyway about the freakazoid behind me. 

I was minding my own business y'knw just sitting pretty much. And I notice him keep staring at me, then looking away. He did this the whole class. And he tried to talk to me multiple times, mumbling and I go "what?" then he goes "oh nothing". Freakin' Jeebus this happened 10 times. The only words we exchanged consisted of him going 

"Hey, you like him?"

"What? Who?"

"Him right there"

"Uhm, NO"

"Oh you don't like him?"

"NO what are you on about?"

*end of conversation

 Then I  caught him writing, or drawing something and it looked kind of like "INA" actually it looked alot like "INA". Then he saw me looking in that direction and scribbled it off, trying to look normal. By this time I'm freaked out already since,  oh you know, I didn't even tell him what my name was! Then he asked what my name was and I said "Ina" when I should've said "Cleopatra" and he looked pretty fucking proud of himself. But then after class I was walking outside, on my way to my mama who was picking me up. And Hey Ho whaddaya know he's right there walking beside me. I noticed him walking and he's like super short, like pretty much my height and I notice he has a bum leg. Emphasis on the bum leg. 

"Hey where you going?"

"I'm going home freakazoid"

"Oh really?"

"Yes Fuckin' really, school over isn't it?"

"Oh well I'll see you later then"

"Don't count on it retard"

and then, this is the super huge stalker worthy part. HE TOUCHED MY FACE. Like fucking stroked it. Uhm HELLO. Do I look like a fucking dog here? Do i know you? Fucking NO. Don't fucking touch me!

If I was as pissed as I am right now, then I would've fucking cut his head off.

But I wasn't pissed out then, I was weirded out and just wanted to get away from him.

Jerk.

And then this morning I was walking with this guy to my next class, and I told him about freakazoid. And then, haha, we end up walking next to him. I refused to look at him, but he looked pretty pissed.

"Hey, you know that guy I told you about?"

"Yeah."

"He's the one right next to you"

*Looks to his right and down. HaHA

"No way. *is surprised by his height. That guy?!"

"Yes"

The most uncomfortable walk to PE ever,

ina

If I came from some parts in South America

I'd be having a Quinceanera tomorrow.

But I'm not, and even if I was from Mexico or Cuba or Peurto Rico or Dominican Republic or Argentina or Spain. I still wouldn't be celebrating.

Because I suck at celebrating for myself.

Give me a Mac or an SLR 35mm camera or a 160GB iPod any day but just don't give me a party.

Not that I'm expecting one,

ina

So I can't be stuffed

My family

Are made up of hypocrites.

Famous Filipinos

Piss me the fuck off.

Strange classmates

Are really, quite strange.

Selfishness

Is normal innit?

Potential Friends

Could also be potential backstabbers.

Bisexual Gangsters

Smoke Mary Janes and freak me out.

Spank you very much,

ina

Heads up

When I have time,

from my extremely busy, lazy schedule.

I have feelings to express.

About my family, stereotypical Filipino's, strange classmates, selfishness, old friends, potential friends, bisexual gangsters and Mein fünfzehnter Geburtstag.

I use a translator to appear cool,

ina

Polaroid Impulse. $1.49 at Goodwill. Hell Yeah.

After another day at school involving ROTC guy in front of me in Bio shoving his hand down his crotch and a conversation with the guy behind me in World History concerning his first novel of "Harry Potter", great guy.

 

Got picked up in the pimpin' ocean blue Honda Odyssey we proudly own, surprised to see my mama there since she was supposed to be at her NCLEX exam for the RN license you need here here in America which she spent 3 gajillion months studying for.  She got out early after the computer shut her down after 75 mind boggling questions, and hopefully she lived up to the stereotype of a "smart Asian" (even though I'm not too sure if that applies to 36 year old women) and got every single question right, and made the computer CRASH and Burn. Results arrive in 2-4 weeks.

We went to Terribles for a car wash, just like the old movies where people actually come up and wipe and clean your car. Unfortunately mustached men in blue jumpsuits substituted for the retro chicks with extreme cleavage we were supposed to get. Poop.

Then I suggested we go to the Goodwill superstore across the road to look for awesome retro thrift clothes, and I needed to ask if they had a volunteer job available for my Community Service project anyway. We looked around and the OMFG%#@%&! A polaroid camera! I'd been looking for one for aaaaaages. And this one wasn't some silly made for kids one either, this was the real deal, it even had a warranty from 1982. LOLOLOL. So after 12312432 minutes in line I payed for it with a $20 bill. Who gives a shit if it doesn't work it was only $1.49, I knew all I had to worry 'bout was the film. The really, really, extremely, ridiculously expensive film. 

$16.99 for 10 shots? Are you out of your freakin' mind crazy? I am, yeah. Im gonna suck up to my papa and then get him to load me up with tons of film packs, since next year they wont be making polaroid film anymore ever ever. :(

I love you papa

XD

Pretty please, papa?

Oh no

I've lost the camera,

ina

My oh my

At 8th period a greaser in front of me asked if I was Korean.

I said

"haha. no"

"Chinese?"

"no"

"Japanese?"

"no"

"Mexican?"

"nope"

"What are you then?"

"Well, what do you think I am?"

"Hawaiian?"

"No, I'm Filipino."

"Oh really? Well, you must be smart then"

"Neh, that's just stereotypes"

"All Filipino's I've met are smart"

"And how many have you met exactly?"

"..... none"

"There you go" >.<

I hope this lives up to your expectations of my next entry.

If not, well that's your problem.

Take care now,

ina

Angus Thongs and Perfect Snogging

Part 1

                                       "Slow it down, make it stop

                                              Or else my heart is going to pop"

Tomorrow is the first day of school in great gigantic U S of A. Of course I had a first day too, around 5 or 4 months ago, but this one is real. No holidays after 2 months of school. I'm there for good. The few friends I've made will have bonded with their other ultra cool friends with fluoro colored hair with and reasonable parents. They have probably shoved me to the edge of "WTFRU?" or I maybe, possibly be there already. I won't have my cousin there any more since she left me for Sacramento, California. Damn bitch. Lmfao joking. Right now I feel like it's not affecting me, the school tomorrow thing. I'm majorly calm and keep convincing myself that it''ll be fine. Which it will. Right? But hey, let's find out.

Part 2

Pop!

Ah there it goes. So i woke up at around 5ish to Romeo and Juliet , The Killers' cover of the original Dire Straits song. Wasn't even the tiniest bit tired even though my sleeping patterns were messed up the whole summer. Took a shower. Put on the few clothes I have that I thought were appropriate for the stupid motherfuckin'piece'oshit dress-code we have. Ate breakfast and my Mama dropped me off at school because we had to show my counsellor the transcript Sacred Heart College sent to us when they said they couldn't put me in 10th grade 'cause I didn't have no godarn credits because New Zealand doesn't fucking do credits. I think. Stupid America, Go NZ. So the counsellor wasn't there because of course God told her not to come since God hates me. So I told mama I'd take the bus home and said Boo-bye. When she went I tried not to look stupid and acted like I knew where I was going but gave up and whipped out my map and ended up looking stupid anyway. I walked around looking for the first class I was gonna be in. I found it, but then no one was there. So of course I didn't want to look uncool waiting for the teacher to come, so I walked around. I'm sure I looked like a right loser being a 4"11 asian chick walking around by herself trying to look like she had somewhere to be when, really she's not anyone important at all and was just walking trying to find someone she knew so she could walk with them while listening to "Razorlight's- Who Needs Love?" over and over again. Alas! I did find someone, not someone I knew good, but good enough and nice enough to invite me to walk around and find other people we knew with her. A few minutes of awkward conversation, and 48 thousand feet/meters later, the bell rang and I bid goodbye to the nice person and walked up to "homeroom". Eugh. So American it's disgusting. So I sat down at the desk and after the teacher called out the roll I realized she didn't call my name out. I checked the ALPHABETICALLY assigned class sheet again and nuh 'duh I was in the wrong class. Nice one Ina, for sure God hates you. So I crept out quick but people still managed to see the stupid chick who was in the wrong room event though it was assigned alphabetically. Shame.

the rest of the day passed, boring introductions, forced hello's by people who I had classes with last year and walking to the next class all by my lonesome among the tall, green/orange/red/purple/blue haired, pushy and down-right rude Eldorado High School students. I found I had the closest friend I had in 2 classes with me and we said we'd meet up at lunch. God wouldn't let me find her, but he did let me wait outside in the 28 degree heat for my Mama, I decided not to go by bus 'cause I felt I didn't need to be around any American teenagers anymore. While I was waiting for my ride I saw my bffl for like a day (lmao) before I left school in May. An animated conversation followed with impressions and run-down's of  summer escapades and everything. Then Mama arrived with the mint as Honda Odyssey and I said ciao4nw hoping to see her again sometime in the next month. Since the school's so big lmfao ya get it? I was sweating bullets and was thankful for the cars circulated air-condition. When I got home I ate 2 chunky "Chips Ahoy" cookies and went to sleep for an hour or 2 and woke up to glorious rain. Oh it was wonderful, I hadn't seen rain in months and it reminded me of NZ. It was full-on too like thunder, lightning and hail got involved in making me happy. Maybe God does love me after all

Pray for me,

ina

Ina

Did you hear about the butcher who backed into the meat grinder?

He got a little behind on his work.

haHA

Sorry?

Im not so good at this erm, first entry thing

but someone told me I should start a blog

and well, I had been thinking about it for a while and now is a good a time as any I suppose

with school starting in 5 days and being 14 and Asian, well kinda Asian 'cause I don't categorize Filipinos as being TRULY Asian. If yah get my drift.

Yikes.

Im sure Ill make more sense when Im pissed off

Nice boring you,

Ina