Wednesday, March 28, 2007
"Homework is too tough to boys."-Danny!
I was tutoring a very smart 3rd Grader yesterday although i'd assume he'll grow up to be one of those kids who will pretty much waste their smart sensibility by slacking, smoking weed, and rather wear hawaiian shorts the middle of winter and pretend like he's the coolest kid in school. Maybe not. But Danny, as you see above, quoted a sentence I was helping him on and stated that homeworks are too tough for BOYS. Serious damaged is done to the kid. I mean, if he wrote what i told him to write "Shooting hoops is tough for me", he wouldn't be the center of mockery right now. He is fairly biased for thinking that homeworks is just too darn tough for little boys...awww, BOOHOO. I'll cut little Danny some slack, you bet I will! and pretend that he's still in a stage where boys think girls have cooties and vice versa. But homeworks? Tough? What a little sissy, I should add. :-)
It's funny how when we were little kids, we hated the opposite sex (and probably still do). Little boys were the absolute tormentor to us girls then; they scalped all our barbie heads (and surprise, surprise, Britney Spears!), put frogs inside our clothing, pull our hair until...we ran to our mommas crying our tiny lungs out as we ask them to scold Dylan, the next door neighbor's "angel" for being such a brat. As we grow older however, we, all of a sudden, are infatuated with the kids we used to hate...uhm....Ironic? No, as clyde call it "call of nature". While we grow older, our minds "mature" as well and move on to the stage of what I personally call, CHS: Crazy Hormonal Stage. And because of CHS, we suddenly like BOYS and BOYS would rather get to know GIRLS than play with their train sets. Teenagers suddenly stick their tounges out and display their affection in front of me, they hold hands and then, more. BUT? But!? What about the cooties you retarded boys think we had before? What about those times little boys tormented us so bad, we pledged in a lifetime we're not going to marry anyone of the opposite sex?
That's how ironic life is. You think you get it all figured out when you're young, but when unexpected things happen, all the plans you have before will be redirected somewhere else. Ammusingly however, the male-female relationship is nothing but unpredictable because the normal stages comes down to: bullying each other when we were little kids, crazily liking, the marriage, then the creation of the family and then our kids will go through the process, all over again (unless you really hate the male specie and or females and have a strong conviction towards it).
And Danny and the kids I'm tutoring? They're young, they'll learn, but for now, they absolutely need my guidance on how to round numbers such as 786 and write fantastic sentences and be just like me when their 17--sarcastic and opinionated. Yebah! (I would like to make a Keeki club for kids and turn 'em to mini-y me's lol).
It's funny how when we were little kids, we hated the opposite sex (and probably still do). Little boys were the absolute tormentor to us girls then; they scalped all our barbie heads (and surprise, surprise, Britney Spears!), put frogs inside our clothing, pull our hair until...we ran to our mommas crying our tiny lungs out as we ask them to scold Dylan, the next door neighbor's "angel" for being such a brat. As we grow older however, we, all of a sudden, are infatuated with the kids we used to hate...uhm....Ironic? No, as clyde call it "call of nature". While we grow older, our minds "mature" as well and move on to the stage of what I personally call, CHS: Crazy Hormonal Stage. And because of CHS, we suddenly like BOYS and BOYS would rather get to know GIRLS than play with their train sets. Teenagers suddenly stick their tounges out and display their affection in front of me, they hold hands and then, more. BUT? But!? What about the cooties you retarded boys think we had before? What about those times little boys tormented us so bad, we pledged in a lifetime we're not going to marry anyone of the opposite sex?
That's how ironic life is. You think you get it all figured out when you're young, but when unexpected things happen, all the plans you have before will be redirected somewhere else. Ammusingly however, the male-female relationship is nothing but unpredictable because the normal stages comes down to: bullying each other when we were little kids, crazily liking, the marriage, then the creation of the family and then our kids will go through the process, all over again (unless you really hate the male specie and or females and have a strong conviction towards it).
And Danny and the kids I'm tutoring? They're young, they'll learn, but for now, they absolutely need my guidance on how to round numbers such as 786 and write fantastic sentences and be just like me when their 17--sarcastic and opinionated. Yebah! (I would like to make a Keeki club for kids and turn 'em to mini-y me's lol).
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Honestly, I miss blogging but due to the loaded school works i had the past week and a half, I didnt get the chance to write. I'm still busy and all, in fact, i've been a complete school whore, a kiss upper and a grade grubber, but i think its time I get back to telling you all how wonderful my life is. ha. No, but i sure miss this.
ALTHOUGH i'd rather go hang out down Target's tiny food court and watch white guys "model" their hot asssses. I saw tons of 'em walking around and I am absolutely in shock that I don't go to the mall that much. LOL Arrr, i gotta go. I'm in my photoshop class right now and I might have seen Ms. Ole eyeing me on. Not good.
ALTHOUGH i'd rather go hang out down Target's tiny food court and watch white guys "model" their hot asssses. I saw tons of 'em walking around and I am absolutely in shock that I don't go to the mall that much. LOL Arrr, i gotta go. I'm in my photoshop class right now and I might have seen Ms. Ole eyeing me on. Not good.
-de keeki.
Labels: boys like girls, long keekee memorials of what nots
Blast that stereo, LOUD! {8:47 AM}
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Thursday, February 15, 2007
I was having trouble if i should wear red, dress up really nice and let them guys regret they didnt get me anything, or look nicer than my day-to-day "face" yesterday. And because I proclaimed (and was gonna go to national television too but didnt have the time bleh) I've hated of what's becoming of such holiday, I thought i would look ridiculous with dangling heart earrings and graphic-heart tee though i went on wearing 'em anyway. It was a nice day but i didnt really expect it to be so nice and awesome that i had manage to be a a lot talkative in my Personal Development class and have gotten the Ms. Grinch remark from who else, the ever funny Saraha and Josh.Seriously, I have the right to be hateful towards anyone who have cared to make it such a big deal. There's nothing wrong with St. Valentine's Birthday, not at all; what i had trouble with is the mere fact that people is making it seriously-commercialize and pathetically big event-ish, making us, those who ARENT followers, look ridiculous and stupid. Everywhere i go, there are bloody, darn, red stuffs: balloons, wilted roses, and zits from overly hormonal teenagers that are, if i didnt know any better, about to elope and get married to their young partners. I was too, trying not to get caught up between those balloon-carrying-passers-by but didnt get the chance to jump off the LA bridge and have possibly ended my life. Oh sure, it was a great joy having all those balloons covering my way, irritating my pretty, bright, optimistic face that could have made everyone's day. I look pretty too but no, no one saw me! The balloons flashed over and took the spotlight away. Balloons. If many people hate clowns, I now hate balloons, RED BIG BOZO BALLOONS. I now have a love-hate relationship with 'em gastric, rubber things. Sheesh.
Despite the fact that no one managed to move any mountains for me or take me in a hot-air balloon ride, I had an awesome time with the lolipops and the sweet little cards that i've accepted with guilt from my friends. And if there's one thing i also enjoyed was THE KISSES, i love kisses, they're creamy, chocolately goodness that makes you feel good during cheap days. I didnt even care if i hated the holiday or not; i went on eatting and sucking so many goodies, i forgot all about the holiday itself. Yea, you could say i was a hypocrite as i already stopped hating VD the middle of the day (or forgot that i hate it haha).
Who could blame me? I mean the unpersonal iloveyous and be mine remarks from my friends were sweet. I also got a card from another friend thanking me for my friendship and how true i am...i know! AWWW. I'm a softy; i gave in like that but it didnt stop me from greeting everyone "Happy Wednesday" or have stopped discussing the lamenest of the holiday with Saraha and Josh in which then they dropped the bomb and called me Ms. Grinch who TRIED to steal Valentine's day. LOL yea, yea, i guess its true considering i was planning to bomb every card companies out there and stop the sharade.
The highlights of the day?
1. Nic & I exchanging looks @ govt.. No big. I looked at him first. He looked at me back. Looked at him again, back. Pretty much how i've flirted all this time, which is so gay. ha. (why yes, dear, i dunno how to talk. :-D)
2. Josh singing the grinch song that goes like:
You're a foul one, Ms. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Ms. Grinch.
I was flattered.
3. I met mari's boyfriend at my Personal Dev. class (at last). Pretty cool lad. He's actually my partner for this career project we have to do for our final grade. Anyway, i just hope i won't end up stealing him away from my "bestfriend". lol
4. Random Act of Kindness Week. I greeted about 5 random, strangers (like the old man near our house) Happy Valentine's yesterday. I was feeling THAT good, not even kidding.
5. Mr. blue M&M funny pictures during my art classe.
(model: saraha's m&m and CD player)
How was your whatyamacallit? Drop it like its hot.
Labels: long keekee memorials of what nots
Blast that stereo, LOUD! {7:58 PM}
