It's simple - I write and you read. End.

27.12.05

Can't buy me LOVE! LOVE! can't buy me Luuuu-vah....


BAHHHHH! HUMBUGGGG!! Ahhh....so tis the season that has passed and what
have we learned, my greatful class?

This year I have learned that as you get older, presents dwindle down to
almost nothing. i am part of two very big families (my mom's side is
pretty decent and my dad's side is pretty big), however, i really didn't
get anything good this year. did santa have it in for me this year?? i
mean....i'm always pretty good and nice to as many people as i can be (and
as much as i can tolerate). NOT that i'm looking to get presents, but
sometimes you just want things to feel better for ya during this time of
year, especially if you've had bad moments close to it.

i went to my motherland known as the garden state. home of the boss and
bon jovi. home of mafia infested guidos that repeatedly say, "how'ya
doin?" or "fo'git 'bout it." home of the big hair and undying 80's tops
that girls can't seem to get rid of. yes my friends....jersey has its own
flavor and i don't mean the stench that fumes from new york. SO...how was
my trip? it was okay. compared to past new jersey trips...this has ranked
pretty low due to the nature of holiday forces that have held back my
friends from venturing out of their family appointments. completely
understandable. can't blame them. SO...i hung out with my family.

my little cousins aren't so little any more. their innocence has been lost
and has experienced things that i experienced later in age compared to
them. is it smart? maybe not...but hopefully they'll learn of it's "bad
habits" (whatever they may be and whatever your imagination may choose to
think) sooner than later.

QUICK STORY: some girl at au bon pain close to my work has been giving me
the eye lately. she's okay but i think her intelligence has been her
downfall. i wasn't sure of it till the conversational events of today's
lunch time passing. SO...she was working the cash register and i went to
get some awesome au bon pain soup. she loves to make small talk with me
and i humor it cause...well...i humor everything. you just never know if
some awkward/humorous situation can arise and become a part of writing
material. continuing on, after she charges me half a finger for the soup
(the economics of downtown chicago food), she smiles and says, "Are you
chinese?" To which I smirked and said, "Nah....I'm Filipino." This
assumption isn't even the kicker...the best is yet to come. Then she goes,
"Oh. Filipino. You speak very good English." In my head, I couldn't
believe she just said that. So i said what came straight into my head. "I
should hope so. I was born here." Being a smart ass by trade, i actually
held back from saying anything rude because of her infatuation with my
looks....BUT COME ON! WTF?! first you assume that i'm chinese (no
offense) then you tell me i speak good english?!?! Not everyone that's
asian is fresh off the boat! i should've said, "sunk you vedy much. sunk
you vedy much. me go now." AND THUS my first act of asian assumption is
in the history books, while being in the midst of this documentary. how
coincidental, eh?

SO....did you get everything you wanted from Santa? i did...but she
doesn't get out of work until 4 a.m. when she's done counting all the
singles around her waist.

No comments: