oddio, make it stop
cody realised he got poison ivy'd on saturday night
i realised i got poison ivy'd on sunday morning
christ killed, it itches.
i am in the lab, but no one is here, so i am currently getting paid to update my journal (i did pick up the phone and take messages though). so, things are good apart from the itching. i am still upset jim is still with farrell after all the things he's said to me. i have bought another pink bag. i need to go to the gynecologist. my abs itch. my boobs itch. my thighs itch. my belly button itches.
oh yeah, we won world cup. siamo i campioni del mooooooooooondooooo..... i thought the victory wasn't worth it with zidane off the field though. i mean, it's so sad. he can't even watch a pathetic 5 minutes of play from the sidelines. apparently this is what happened:
(materazzi dude, grabbing zidane's shirt)
zizou: if you want my shirt, i'll give it to you after the game
materazzi: i'd rather take the shirt off your wife
(zizou HEADBUTTS THE SHIT OUT OF THAT GUY for saying that about his wife)
since this was the exchange, i see no point for red card. in fact it just makes zidane kind of sexy. (also, i have a veryverysoftspot for the french team since i find thierry henry to be soooo cute, and not only do they represent france but so much of the african nations and carribean and latin american and middle eastern nations, and it makes me so happy when i see a team like that get on the field and work together) i've heard that thierry henry quit the italian club juventus because he found that italy wasn't nice to immigrants. unfortunately, this is very true. there have been remarkable changes in rome over the past years, and i'm especially proud that walter veltroni (ooooh walter!) has been elected as our mayor for the past two elections and worked hard to give rome a new face, but it's still there, and there's a lot of it. you watch La Haine and you hear about riots in France and crazy gay narrow minded politicians in the Netherlands, and asshole Austrians and think it's really bad there, but it can be so terrible in rome as well.
i remember so vividly when i was at the beach with friends and i overheard another kid tell his friend that his mother told him not to go near "people like me" and other times when i was just going out and the metros were empty and i heard some kids call me names, and when you see the fascist kids and the skinheads in their bomber jackets and boots walk around and you get so scared so scared. even in primary school in the philippines. i was left out because my tagalog wasn't very good, and i was known as that kid who didn't speak tagalog well, whose dad wasn't filipino, who was weird like that. one year in highschool, it was this holiday that celebrates the end of WWII and where italy acknowledges the crimes they've committed against Jews. and that year the fascist youths marched up to our biggest cemetery, Verano, to lay flowers on known fascists graves. I was so upset about that I almost cried when I heard the news.
when i was talking to david about going to the wedding and being scared and stuff he said "don't listen to the people who say 'it's only one person' and that 'you should be brave' because those people have never had anything painfully racist said to them. and that shit hurts. and i don't want you to be hurt." cody said why are there so many racist people in the world, don't they know it's outdated. that's a dumb reason for not being racist, i said. he is so naive sometimes to think most of the world is not racist or prejudiced in some way or form. they are. i even see it here, all the time. and i don't want to be hoity toity about it, but i can be very sensitive about it.
this one demonstration i went to, there were these african men with drums and they marched and sang "italiani, ricordate, senza noi voi lavorate" = "italians, remember, without us you have to work"
this is too sad to talk about.
i am a poop
anyhoo, in other news, WE SHOULD GO TO THE CASCADES PLAYGROUND AND PRETEND WE'RE GOING TO CANDY MOUNTAIN. candy mountain candy mountain you fill me with sweet sugary goodness!
on a final note, i'm so happy my parents brought me up among so many people and so many cultures. that was a good thing.
i realised i got poison ivy'd on sunday morning
christ killed, it itches.
i am in the lab, but no one is here, so i am currently getting paid to update my journal (i did pick up the phone and take messages though). so, things are good apart from the itching. i am still upset jim is still with farrell after all the things he's said to me. i have bought another pink bag. i need to go to the gynecologist. my abs itch. my boobs itch. my thighs itch. my belly button itches.
oh yeah, we won world cup. siamo i campioni del mooooooooooondooooo..... i thought the victory wasn't worth it with zidane off the field though. i mean, it's so sad. he can't even watch a pathetic 5 minutes of play from the sidelines. apparently this is what happened:
(materazzi dude, grabbing zidane's shirt)
zizou: if you want my shirt, i'll give it to you after the game
materazzi: i'd rather take the shirt off your wife
(zizou HEADBUTTS THE SHIT OUT OF THAT GUY for saying that about his wife)
since this was the exchange, i see no point for red card. in fact it just makes zidane kind of sexy. (also, i have a veryverysoftspot for the french team since i find thierry henry to be soooo cute, and not only do they represent france but so much of the african nations and carribean and latin american and middle eastern nations, and it makes me so happy when i see a team like that get on the field and work together) i've heard that thierry henry quit the italian club juventus because he found that italy wasn't nice to immigrants. unfortunately, this is very true. there have been remarkable changes in rome over the past years, and i'm especially proud that walter veltroni (ooooh walter!) has been elected as our mayor for the past two elections and worked hard to give rome a new face, but it's still there, and there's a lot of it. you watch La Haine and you hear about riots in France and crazy gay narrow minded politicians in the Netherlands, and asshole Austrians and think it's really bad there, but it can be so terrible in rome as well.
i remember so vividly when i was at the beach with friends and i overheard another kid tell his friend that his mother told him not to go near "people like me" and other times when i was just going out and the metros were empty and i heard some kids call me names, and when you see the fascist kids and the skinheads in their bomber jackets and boots walk around and you get so scared so scared. even in primary school in the philippines. i was left out because my tagalog wasn't very good, and i was known as that kid who didn't speak tagalog well, whose dad wasn't filipino, who was weird like that. one year in highschool, it was this holiday that celebrates the end of WWII and where italy acknowledges the crimes they've committed against Jews. and that year the fascist youths marched up to our biggest cemetery, Verano, to lay flowers on known fascists graves. I was so upset about that I almost cried when I heard the news.
when i was talking to david about going to the wedding and being scared and stuff he said "don't listen to the people who say 'it's only one person' and that 'you should be brave' because those people have never had anything painfully racist said to them. and that shit hurts. and i don't want you to be hurt." cody said why are there so many racist people in the world, don't they know it's outdated. that's a dumb reason for not being racist, i said. he is so naive sometimes to think most of the world is not racist or prejudiced in some way or form. they are. i even see it here, all the time. and i don't want to be hoity toity about it, but i can be very sensitive about it.
this one demonstration i went to, there were these african men with drums and they marched and sang "italiani, ricordate, senza noi voi lavorate" = "italians, remember, without us you have to work"
this is too sad to talk about.
i am a poop
anyhoo, in other news, WE SHOULD GO TO THE CASCADES PLAYGROUND AND PRETEND WE'RE GOING TO CANDY MOUNTAIN. candy mountain candy mountain you fill me with sweet sugary goodness!
on a final note, i'm so happy my parents brought me up among so many people and so many cultures. that was a good thing.