Friday, July 28, 2006

Butterfly by Weezer

So, I was watching Surf Ninjas & I noticed that the leading guy was a Filipino. Then I was like, wait a minute. He looks like a monkey. He must be from the indigenous Filipino descent. See, cause the Filipinos were first fucked by the Spaniards which explains why some on our words sounds Spanish, then we were fucked by the Japanese which would kind of explain why some of us don't look Filipino, then lastly we were kinda fucked by the Americans. I don't know what that explains, except that there are some half filipinos living in the Philippines.

I like learning new things about my heritage. Like last summer when I visited my family they were like, 'OMG! Lareine! Did you know that we were Chink & Italian?' 'No..I didn't. Okay.' I amuse myself by thinking that somewhere along the lines we were Chink & Italian. Maybe that's why I was mistaken by a Chink when I lived back in the East Coast. I had such fair skin when I was younger. Then came the sun. What the hell. Anyways. Yes, that is me when I was younger. My dad took a lot of embarrassing pictures of me. Not that the picture is embarrassing, but there are others. I don't know what the occasion was for. I think it was for a parade or something. Cause I remember asking my grandmother if the other girls' dresses were prettier than mine. I was a vain little girl. I miss my fair skin.

Anyways. How many times a day are you supposed to feed a fish? Cause I only feed my fish once a day. My fish is fat. It many not show it, but it's fat. I think my fish is mean. He ate the other fishes [or is it fish?]. We had 5 fricken fish [excluding him] & he ate them all. Were you not satisfied with the fish food I fucking gave you? I hope my grandpa forgets to feed you. >.< Didn't mean that. We used to have birds too. One flew away, then the other flew away, & the last one died of sadness. Actually, the tell the truth. I didn't really care for the birds. All they did was fucking chirp. Pissed the hell out of me. So, I didn't really care when they left. I mean I was sad, but can you fight nature. Not really. My favorite pet is our dog. I love my dog. His name is Lucky, because of an extra toe or something. I wasn't really paying any attention. I call him my baby. He's so small. He's half mini-dachshund & half chihuahua. He's not allowed inside the house, though. My brother's allergic. So we keep him outside. My dad built him a little house, so that's where he stays. My poor baby. I'm going to miss him when we leave. I wanna take him with me. We once had our auntie's dog. But she was a bitch. We had her for a few days & she wouldn't stop barking. So for fews we had to listen to her bark. Then we returned her.

Yuppers. Me lovey my doggie.
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