Being Japanese, singing Reggae songs horribly w/ my friend, the Rastafarian!
Wow a lot of shit has occurred since last post, but here are some things I can remember:
++ = Positive things
-- = Negative things
** = Neither good nor bad things
++I found out yesterday that my great-grandfather from my abuelita/grandma’s side, is a Japanese-Bolivian, my great-grandfather’s parents immigrated to Bolivia from Japan (since the ancient, indigenous Japanese culture & the ancient indigenous Incan people of Bolivia share strikingly similar cultures & clothing.) For years, my mom knew how abnormally obsessed I am with culture & ancestry, yet her & my abuelita failed to inform me earlier. WTF? Mom thought I was making a big deal over it. This completely explains why both my mom’s bros. have significant almond-shaped eyes, & why my uncle (in NYC) is constantly spoken to by Chinese or Filipino people in their native language. He looks more Filipino w/ his caramel complexion though. Also, this explains my fascination with anime, & Asian culture as a whole (from India to Indonesia,) my intelligence, singing horribly over karaoke or in general, why I joined Asian club in HS, why I go to Asian events, my ability to avoid violence, yet able to kick someone’s ass if need be, my vaguely Harajuku-esque style of clothing I wear (view Shoichi Aoki's book "FRUits,") like Japanese Pop & Rock (especially Utada Hikaru,) & my [place Asian stereotype here.] LOL. Oh, & my great-grandmother (from my abuelita’s side) was German-Bolivian & mestizo (Incan & Caucasian-Spaniard,) but I already knew I had German-American ethnicity from my father’s side of the family (aka racist, trailer park trash I don’t care about).
**My sis got kicked out the house yet again. My mom can’t put up w/ her. It’s the best for both of them, since both are always at war w/ one another. She’s renting an apt. from an elderly lady she knows.
**I decided not to work alongside my sister, even though the gas station owner wants to pay me $1.50 more than what I’m making at the job I have now, plus giving me more hours. I decided I’d rather have a secure job that I can social interact w/ others (employees/acquaintances/friendly customers,) as well as have insurance, & being allowed to have vacations whenever I ask them in advance, and not to mention them working around my school schedule, so I’m sticking w/ my restaurant occupation for now.
**I’ve lost interest in trying to pursue a relationship other than a friendship w/ Kera. I plan to continue to be friends w/ her, however. It’s better that way; we don’t have that much in common other than a few key topics/things, & she’s not really my type anyhow.
++Kera & I attempted to pop Franklin’s social cherry yesterday, since he’s very socially inept, by almost forcibly taking him to Starbucks, to speak of a plethora of things w/Kera & I (since we both talk about anything & everything w/ no shame.) It worked somewhat, but not enough to our satisfaction. Helping others help themselves is good sometimes.
--Having a total of 4hours sleep between Sunday & Monday doing a research paper on “The important roles women play in society, & the misconceptions people have about women and gender roles in general.”
**Faking sick to work last Friday before I leave to go home, & calling in very sick last Monday to do my research paper I had to do last-minute. Got to do the research paper, didn’t get paid from the job.
++I ended up getting a B+ on that paper, while many people in my class did their research papers weeks or months in advance, & still got C’s or D’s. After class, I slept literally all evening & afternoon, to catch up on much needed sleep.
++Ironically, researching & memorising a 5min speech about ways of relieving stress, 1hour before it’s due, & getting 94% (since there were 4 others in my group speaking about stress.)
**A lot of people have died. American media always lowers my morale of wanting to become a journalist. The US news/newspapers are always either full of sensationalism or right-wing biased. I wonder if a Yank (i.e. me) can get a job on an unbiased BBC news station. Terri Schiavo, PJP2(Pope John Paul II), & Johnnie Cochran dying. My opinions: Terri should’ve died 15yrs ago; I’d hope someone would’ve pulled the plug on me, had I been in that situation. These wacked-out-pseudo-Christian-right-wing-narrow-minded-extremists scare me. They’ll prohibit taking someone off of life-support, yet not realise their god probably wouldn’t approve of unnecessary suffering, not to mention he obviously would’ve made her naturally die. PJP2 was one of the best pope’s in my opinion. He was a peaceful promoter who genuinely cared about people. Of course I disagreed on many things, but overall he was a great guy, & wasn’t even remotely as corrupt as other popes (do research on former pope’s, especially on popes from medieval/middle-age Europe and you’ll know exactly what I mean.) The only thing negative I could say about the pope, is that he tried to avoid the issues of priest molesting/raping children (particularly little boys.) Good riddance to Johnnie Cochran’s death, b/c he’s defended & won cases for many guilty people (from murders like OJ to pedophiles.)
--Making my lip bleed from biting down hard on it, trying not to burst w/ laughter, b/c this ghetto girl kept pronouncing the “str”-sound like “sk,” (skress instead of stress, & skreet instead of street.)
**A little over a week ago, someone named Robyn/Robin(sp?) called my cell, & told me I probably don’t remember her, but she remembers me. I have no idea who she is, or how she got my cell, b/c I barely give out my cell to anyone at all, & I’ve only known 3 Robyns in my lifetime (my psychologist from 7th grade, an acquaintance from HS, & a girl from HS who never talked at all, b/c something traumatic happened in her life where she went mute for years, yet I’d always say hi to her in the hallways of HS.) I have yet to call her back, frankly I’m a bit nervous on how she got my #.
++A long lost friend of mine who I haven’t seen in 3.5yrs, a Rastafarian DJ named Lisa “Kulcha” (Culture), left a message on my cell after my sister gave her my cell# when they crossed paths. This woman is one of the most awesome people I’ve ever met in my life. She’s very easy-going, has the thickest Patois accent ever, has the longest hair/dreads I’ve ever seen on a human (all the way to the ground), & the highest person I’ve ever met (constantly smoking ganja seemingly every hour, everyday.) She used to live across the street from my dad w/ her young son (who’s probably in his early teens now,) who was like a little cousin to me. I used to have so much fun going w/ her to many different places. She’s basically the one who responsible for my liking of Reggae, curry goat, & the one who taught me to dance to modern Dancehall/Reggae. I def. have to call her back.
That’s basically it; other parts have been the normal routine of life (like watching movies w/ amigos/the “AC” clique.) So yea…
++ = Positive things
-- = Negative things
** = Neither good nor bad things
++I found out yesterday that my great-grandfather from my abuelita/grandma’s side, is a Japanese-Bolivian, my great-grandfather’s parents immigrated to Bolivia from Japan (since the ancient, indigenous Japanese culture & the ancient indigenous Incan people of Bolivia share strikingly similar cultures & clothing.) For years, my mom knew how abnormally obsessed I am with culture & ancestry, yet her & my abuelita failed to inform me earlier. WTF? Mom thought I was making a big deal over it. This completely explains why both my mom’s bros. have significant almond-shaped eyes, & why my uncle (in NYC) is constantly spoken to by Chinese or Filipino people in their native language. He looks more Filipino w/ his caramel complexion though. Also, this explains my fascination with anime, & Asian culture as a whole (from India to Indonesia,) my intelligence, singing horribly over karaoke or in general, why I joined Asian club in HS, why I go to Asian events, my ability to avoid violence, yet able to kick someone’s ass if need be, my vaguely Harajuku-esque style of clothing I wear (view Shoichi Aoki's book "FRUits,") like Japanese Pop & Rock (especially Utada Hikaru,) & my [place Asian stereotype here.] LOL. Oh, & my great-grandmother (from my abuelita’s side) was German-Bolivian & mestizo (Incan & Caucasian-Spaniard,) but I already knew I had German-American ethnicity from my father’s side of the family (aka racist, trailer park trash I don’t care about).
**My sis got kicked out the house yet again. My mom can’t put up w/ her. It’s the best for both of them, since both are always at war w/ one another. She’s renting an apt. from an elderly lady she knows.
**I decided not to work alongside my sister, even though the gas station owner wants to pay me $1.50 more than what I’m making at the job I have now, plus giving me more hours. I decided I’d rather have a secure job that I can social interact w/ others (employees/acquaintances/friendly customers,) as well as have insurance, & being allowed to have vacations whenever I ask them in advance, and not to mention them working around my school schedule, so I’m sticking w/ my restaurant occupation for now.
**I’ve lost interest in trying to pursue a relationship other than a friendship w/ Kera. I plan to continue to be friends w/ her, however. It’s better that way; we don’t have that much in common other than a few key topics/things, & she’s not really my type anyhow.
++Kera & I attempted to pop Franklin’s social cherry yesterday, since he’s very socially inept, by almost forcibly taking him to Starbucks, to speak of a plethora of things w/Kera & I (since we both talk about anything & everything w/ no shame.) It worked somewhat, but not enough to our satisfaction. Helping others help themselves is good sometimes.
--Having a total of 4hours sleep between Sunday & Monday doing a research paper on “The important roles women play in society, & the misconceptions people have about women and gender roles in general.”
**Faking sick to work last Friday before I leave to go home, & calling in very sick last Monday to do my research paper I had to do last-minute. Got to do the research paper, didn’t get paid from the job.
++I ended up getting a B+ on that paper, while many people in my class did their research papers weeks or months in advance, & still got C’s or D’s. After class, I slept literally all evening & afternoon, to catch up on much needed sleep.
++Ironically, researching & memorising a 5min speech about ways of relieving stress, 1hour before it’s due, & getting 94% (since there were 4 others in my group speaking about stress.)
**A lot of people have died. American media always lowers my morale of wanting to become a journalist. The US news/newspapers are always either full of sensationalism or right-wing biased. I wonder if a Yank (i.e. me) can get a job on an unbiased BBC news station. Terri Schiavo, PJP2(Pope John Paul II), & Johnnie Cochran dying. My opinions: Terri should’ve died 15yrs ago; I’d hope someone would’ve pulled the plug on me, had I been in that situation. These wacked-out-pseudo-Christian-right-wing-narrow-minded-extremists scare me. They’ll prohibit taking someone off of life-support, yet not realise their god probably wouldn’t approve of unnecessary suffering, not to mention he obviously would’ve made her naturally die. PJP2 was one of the best pope’s in my opinion. He was a peaceful promoter who genuinely cared about people. Of course I disagreed on many things, but overall he was a great guy, & wasn’t even remotely as corrupt as other popes (do research on former pope’s, especially on popes from medieval/middle-age Europe and you’ll know exactly what I mean.) The only thing negative I could say about the pope, is that he tried to avoid the issues of priest molesting/raping children (particularly little boys.) Good riddance to Johnnie Cochran’s death, b/c he’s defended & won cases for many guilty people (from murders like OJ to pedophiles.)
--Making my lip bleed from biting down hard on it, trying not to burst w/ laughter, b/c this ghetto girl kept pronouncing the “str”-sound like “sk,” (skress instead of stress, & skreet instead of street.)
**A little over a week ago, someone named Robyn/Robin(sp?) called my cell, & told me I probably don’t remember her, but she remembers me. I have no idea who she is, or how she got my cell, b/c I barely give out my cell to anyone at all, & I’ve only known 3 Robyns in my lifetime (my psychologist from 7th grade, an acquaintance from HS, & a girl from HS who never talked at all, b/c something traumatic happened in her life where she went mute for years, yet I’d always say hi to her in the hallways of HS.) I have yet to call her back, frankly I’m a bit nervous on how she got my #.
++A long lost friend of mine who I haven’t seen in 3.5yrs, a Rastafarian DJ named Lisa “Kulcha” (Culture), left a message on my cell after my sister gave her my cell# when they crossed paths. This woman is one of the most awesome people I’ve ever met in my life. She’s very easy-going, has the thickest Patois accent ever, has the longest hair/dreads I’ve ever seen on a human (all the way to the ground), & the highest person I’ve ever met (constantly smoking ganja seemingly every hour, everyday.) She used to live across the street from my dad w/ her young son (who’s probably in his early teens now,) who was like a little cousin to me. I used to have so much fun going w/ her to many different places. She’s basically the one who responsible for my liking of Reggae, curry goat, & the one who taught me to dance to modern Dancehall/Reggae. I def. have to call her back.
That’s basically it; other parts have been the normal routine of life (like watching movies w/ amigos/the “AC” clique.) So yea…