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Alone

Sounds of the moment: _Margaret Cho telling jokes about Asians_ from the movie "Cho Revolution"


I'm all alone in my house again, nothing new. My mom and step dad decided to take an impulsive trip to reno with my aunt from Vacaville last night. And even thought my sister has work today, she decided to go with them. My brother---he's either out with his friends or locked in his room with his stupid Everquest game, so I'm just all by myself. I'm used to it. This is probably the 5th time it's happened since school started, and I usually just stay my room, watching tv or something.

But not today. Fuckers. My sister left her car here AND her keys, so there's gonna be some travelling on my part. Ehehe. *sigh* I'm kidding myself. I'm just going to be driving back and forth to Blockbuster and renting every single movie they have. My sister subscribed to the unlimited movie deal thing at Blockbuster, and anyone can go in there and trade in movies for new ones. Or something.

My mom gave me 20 dollars for 2 days, so I might just go watch a movie at the Del Mar Theatre or go to the Boardwalk and play the newest version of PIU or something. Heh. Being a loner is fun. I could call up Stephanie and ask her if she wants to go somewhere, but eh. I'm too lazy to think of something to do with two people. I actually have church choir practice later on today, but they change the schedule so often it's hard to plan around it.

Boy. I am bored as a mother.

Pedophiles?

I group of college-aged "rough rocker" guys moved into the flat across mine a few months ago. Everytime I go out to get my mail, they're always outside smoking or conversin with one another. I don't even know what they look like, I usually just speed-walk out, get the mail, and slam the door behind me.

One day when I was out getting the mail, I heard one of them say, "That girl's hot. She's like 14 or something."

What the fuck. First of all, I'm 17. Second of all, it's really gross how a 23-year-old would find a "14-year-old" attractive. It's just wrong. I mean, at least wait until she's legal. Then there are those really creepy men that specifically prey on girls 15 and under. Like my brother. *eww*

That's the thing with anime lovers. Most "hot" girls from animes are 12 are always wearing school girl uniforms. Geeky anime lovers fall in love with the small little Asian chick. They want to fulfill that freaky fantasy they have about banging little girls. It's just..... wrong.

Personally, I'm more attracted to white guys than Asian guys. But the thing is, I'm afraid of going out with white guys in fear of ending up with a "hoarder of all things Asian" (a term from the book, The Dim Sum of All Things). Basically, hoarders want---need---everything in their lives to be Asian, or Asian influenced. They love anime, love Asian girls, love Asian food, and would do anything to get that. They would also go out with any Asian girl that would have them, whether they be fat, skinny, ugly, or a bitch.

It sucks for me since my weakness is judging people's characters. I hated every single one of the best friends I have now the first time I met them. My judgment of people is almost the exact opposite of what they actually are. Sure, I get lucky sometimes, but most of the time, I have to not judge my instinct and get to know people before I judge and label them in my head.

Back to hoarders. I went out with a hoarder... it was not fun. He was into Mexican and Asian girls, and the only reason he liked me was because I was Asian. I tried having "real" conversations with him, but he would just stare at me as if I'm a big slab of steak. I would have liked him if he wasn't so into Asians--and me--but it was just too hard to like a lanky white boy who listens to rap and once told me he "wanted to be a nigga". You read right. He actually said the word, "nigga". He acted all ghetto and "gangsta", but in reality, he was a rich little white boy who owned a pair of million-dollar houses (one for each divorced parent) and a porche. Ghetto my ass.

That's another thing. I hate going out with rich guys. It makes me feel like a gold-digger. I would rather go out with a poor, well-behaved yet witty mama's boy from the ghetto than a cocky guy from a prestigious family. I've basically been poor all my life (lower middle class), and I've learned how to live with or without money. I had my first job at the Boardwalk when I was 12, and since then, I've basically been financially independent. I actually like being independent in general. It gives me a feeling of self-control.

Here I go again. I swear, I think I have conversational ADD. I can't stick to one subject for more than four sentences. Maybe that's my problem. I get bored too fast, even with guys. My longest relationship lasted a month, and that's out of 5 official relationships. How sad. I bet the only way I can last more than a month with a guy is if I meet another Gemini who likes change just as much as I do. Someone who is so not into commitment (like me), that we collide and make each other finally become committed to a relationship.

I said earlier that white guys are hot. But I actually like half Filipino, half white guys better. *drool* Those type of guys are the best. They have the sense of the importance of family and the morals only found in a cute Filipino mama's boy, along with the perspective on truth of their American families.

Okay. I need to stop talking about guys.

International music

Song of the moment: _Petite Lola_ by Cafe de Flore

I'm listening to some French jazz/pop/wierd musical ensemble. I can't explain it, but it's really interesting. I love to listen to music all over the world. I've already explored the Asian music scene, and was into it for almost two years in my life, but I also love to listen to Indian music, European music, African music, and almost anything you can think of. I love music and the different forms it takes. Music is art, and art is ever-changing. I just feel sorry for those who are obsessed with just one type of music and are too committed to that music/band to have the open mind to explore the different types of music in the world. What a pity.

People keep telling me that I can never make a solid, consistent commitment to something--whether it be a hobby or a relationship with a guy. But you know what? Commitment isn't always good. It can lead to freakish obsessions, cults, and hurt feelings.

Crap. Here I go again. I went from talking about French music, to the bad side of commitments, to cults. I actually had another post earlier, but my computer froze and I lost the journal entry I had been working on for almost a half an hour.

International music

Song of the moment: _Petite Lola_ by Cafe de Flore

I'm listening to some French jazz/pop/wierd musical ensemble. I can't explain it, but it's really interesting. I love to listen to music all over the world. I've already explored the Asian music scene, and was into it for almost two years in my life, but I also love to listen to Indian music, European music, African music, and almost anything you can think of. I love music and the different forms it takes. Music is art, and art is ever-changing. I just feel sorry for those who are obsessed with just one type of music and are too committed to that music/band to have the open mind to explore the different types of music in the world. What a pity.

People keep telling me that I can never make a solid, consistent commitment to something--whether it be a hobby or a relationship with a guy. But you know what? Commitment isn't always good. It can lead to freakish obsessions, cults, and hurt feelings.

Crap. Here I go again. I went from talking about French music, to the bad side of commitments, to cults. I actually had another post earlier, but my computer froze and I lost the journal entry I had been working on for almost a half an hour.

Cleanliness

Song of the moment: _Some symphony_ by _Mozart_

I love being clean. By that, I mean personal hegeine. I love to brush my teeth, take showers, wash my face. Back when I was visiting my family in the Philippines, I would take two showers a day, wash my fash 2-3 times between showers, and brush my teeth 3-4 times a day. Religiously. I just felt so un-clean living in an area that wasn't... so.... clean. Everywhere in Manila smelled like hot dog shit and pee.

I always feel like shit when I'm not clean/haven't showered in more than a day, and my laziness shoots up to 300%. I think people that smell are disgusting. Specially those that never do their laundry and always smell like bad BO. *cringe*

Anywho, I should go to sleep now if I want to make it to 00 period tommorow morning. That's my mini-rant for the day. G'night.

Script Presentation for Things Fall Apart

As always, I get stuck with all the work. I get stuck with the work because I'm stuck with two meat-heat football players that rely on Spark Notes and nothing else to pass the class, and a small little anorexic cheerleader who can't answer 1 + 1, nonetheless the author of the book we're currently reading. Oh, woe is me. *cries*


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Narrator 1: Mil
Narrator 2: Cherie
Narrator 3: Matt
Narrator 4: CJ

Characters
Chereka - (Cherie) Bride
Milaka - (Mil) The mother of Chereka; representing Chereka's parents
Mattiki - (Matt) Groom
Ceejaybe - (CJ) Mattiki's father; representing Chereka's parents



Scene 1: Bride-Price Ceremony

Introduction.
[Narrator 1] Bride price ceremonies are common in many African cultures. It involves the groom's family paying substantial wealth in cash or goods for the privilege of marrying a young woman.
[Narrator 2] Here, we have "Mattiki" and his father, "Ceejaybe" pass around the wine that they bring for the bride's family.
The parents talk and beat around the bush of the subject of marriage.

Milaka: (To Ceejaybe) So, how are your kola-nuts?
Ceejaybe: They're good, they're good.
Milaka: And how is your farm doing?
Ceejaybe: It's doing very well. We now have two barn-full of yams.
Milaka: Ah, all thanks to the earth goddess.
Ceejaybe: Yes, the earth goddess.

(Ceejaybe looks at Mattiki)

Ceejaybe: Mattiki, hand her the bundle of sticks.

(Mattiki gives Milika the sticks)

Milaka: How many are in here?
Ceejaybe: Twenty-five.
Milaka: Not enough. That's not good enough for my daughter.
Ceejaybe: Mattiki, get eight more sticks from your mother's hut.
Milaka: Make that ten. We'll only settle for thirty-five sticks.
Ceejaybe: It's settled, then.

(Mattiki gives her ten more sticks)

[---END SCENE---]

[Narrator 3] That scene we just showed is a typical family coming in terms for the price of their son's bride. Traditions like these separate the different tribes around Africa.
[Narrator 4] For example, in the towns of Abame and Aninta, the men would climb trees and pound foo-foo for their wives.
[Narrator 2] And in the Umunso tribe, they don't bargain at all, but instead, the suitor brings bags of cowries until the bride's parents tell him to stop.



Scene 2 - Betrothal

[Narrator 1] In this next scene, we show the betrothal of the two families.
[Narrator 2] A betrothal celebrates the daughter's "uri," in other words, the part of the ceremony when the dowry is paid.
[Narrator 3] The ceremony's main figures are the bride and her mother.
[Narrator 4] With that, the bride's mother, along with all of the wives in the village, work all day to cook for the entire village.

(Everyone hands out napkins and doughnut holes)

[Narrator 1] This represents the food that the wives make, which everyone in the village eat.

(Mattiki gives everyone in the class a small cup, and Chereka pours "wine"--grape juice--in it)

[Narrator 4] The suitor brings wine not only for the bride's family and relatives, but also to the extensive group of kinsmen called "umunna."
[Narrator 3] The class represents the kinsmen.
[Narrator 2] Everyone in the village is gathered in a huge circle. They sing, they laugh, and everyone is happy.

EVERYONE SINGS: "If I hold her hand
She says, 'Don't touch!'
If I hold her foot
She says, 'Don't touch!'
But when I hold her waist-beads
She pretends not to know."


[---END SCENE---]



Scene 3: Wedding

[Narrator 1] The wedding is also known as the "isa-ifi", the final ceremony that sums up the other bride price and the betrothal.
[Narrator 2] The families of the bride and grooms along with their umuadas gather in the ceremony, the same way they would gather in a funeral.
[Narrator 4] They sat in a big circle on the ground, with the bride in the center holding a hen.
[Narrator 3] Ceejaybe is sitting next to her, holding his ancestor's staff.

Milaka: Chereka, answer these questions truthfully or you'll suffer and maybe die during childbirth.
Chereka: Yes.
Milaka: How many men have you slept with since Mattiki proposed to you?
Chereka: None.
Milaka: Don't lie.
Chereka I'm not lying.
Ceejaybe: Swear on my father's staff.
Chereka: I swear.

[Narrator 1] Ceejaybe then takes the hen from her, slits its throat, and lets the blood pour on his ancestral staff. From then on, Chereka became Mattiki's wife.

[--END SKIT--]