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Wow. In my complete boredom, I never introduced myself! So, hi there! I'm from San Diego, but I'm living in a city in the Northern side of California called Stockton, a wasteland in all regards. Awesome church, though^^. I live life as a Half-Italian from a Filipino house, with a maniacal hunger for Pansit, slightly sticky rice, and a love for futon mattresses. I have a great variety of Ethnicities in my families, and in some cases, directly feuding families. I've got Irish-Italian, A byte of Native American-Spaniard, German-Polish, the list of blood feuding goes on.
My Filipino family is based in the Philippines and Las Vegas, where I lived for 5 years(strangely enough, I have no Asian genes in me, but most of my family is(which gave me the nickname "white rice" in high school). In the PI, my family is a fusion of three families: Valero(my family), Macapagal, and Bautista. My Dad's(the man who delivered and raised me) parents are Valero and Bautista, and his first cousin is Macapagal. Needles to say, my family runs Cavite City, and most of the province it lies in. My great-aunt, Gloria Macapagal-something, was the last president of the Philippines(though I really, REALLY don't care for the politics in there. It's just too damn corrupt). Someday, I'd like to see the country of much of my heritage, though I doubt I'd feel like one of the natives. My Aunt and cousins were trying to set me up with one of their cousins(who I bear no relation to whatsoever), and thought they could convince me to marry them! Two years later, I still don't know their name-though from her picture, she's a cutie.
But enough of the Philippines. My Italian descent comes from my biological father, whom I've never met, and I don't care much for Italy. My Native American chromosome(yep, just one) comes from the Chippewa tribe of Wherever. I'm part English, and it involves a short story: the daughter of a middle-ranking lord in the 1600s ran off with a lowly Italian immigrant, throwing away a life of security and culture. Why? That accursed "L" word. ^.^ Which makes me a squire in English royalty. But since European royalty is a legacy of incest and emo-drama, I could care less. And I do.
My German ancestors rocked, though. During the rise of the Nazi war machine, my great uncle(then a strapping young lad) was totally into the movement. But he just happened to fall in love with a Polish girl and flee from Germany, and his post as an officer. Nothing says "Fuck you" to Hitler quite like that.
My Irish ancestors, uh, were mean. And they boiled everything, even their meat. Basic authentic Irish, I guess.
And that's my family. A reunion would kick serious ass, but I doubt there would be survivors.
As far as what I like, anything goes. No, really; I can't find many things I don't like. I get along with everyone, don't start crap, and most importantly, I like being nice to people(gasp). That alone makes people awesome to be around. But since I like so much of life, I have to elaborate a little more on what I dislike. First, I hate ignorance. Not the lack of knowledge per se, but when someone actually embraces that lack instead of just trying to learn, it bothers me. I once told my brother that he should pay more attention in church and read the Bible a bit more(this part I need to do as well), and in the middle of this same service, he points to a verse that talks about leaving people to their ignorance, a verse drastically taken out of context. How lame can one get?
I also hate when things are taken out of context(looks up). I know from personal experience that the commonly and rightly hated n-word takes a different meaning when the -er is deleted and an "a" is added. I myself have been called this a number of good times in good spirits, and think its awesome that a word of hate can be formed into a term of brotherhood. So imagine my frustration when someone say "why are they calling each other racial slurs? How ignorant!". No, it's you who is ignorant, Susie Q.
And you may have seen me use the f-word, even though I am an avid church-goer. That's because I only use it in a certain context. When used like this: "Communism as a political system was fucked from the beginning" has no apparent vulgarity, yet has this f-word. When used like that, it becomes a term meaning something closer to "forsaken" or "doomed" rather than a lewd reference to sex. Like so:
CATS: You are on the way to destruction.
Captain: We're doomed.
Captain: We're fucked.
Those two lines have the exact same meaning. (So many words to justify a single one.)
What I hate the most? The spirit of hatred itself. It's a very ugly thing, and it's more powerful than it should be. My diverse upbringing makes me unable to understand racism, which I believe to be the worst thing Man has created. As soon as I can find a way to kick the crap out of someone while at the same time teaching them the power of love, I'm going fisticuffs on some skinheads.
There you have it: random info on me. P.S.: I hope your fit of boredom ends soon. Why else are you here? [end post]bye[/end post]