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we're both starving by this point though, so we head out to try to find some food somewhere. kato suggests popeyes, which turns out to excessively expensive when we finally find it (missed the turn the first time), so we head out and around, through the "eden center" near the gym, finally settling on a pollo campero down on columbia pike that i used to pass by on the way back to the townhouse. finally deciding to get two burritos, we order, which then takes a rather lengthy amount of time..and when we finally get home to eat them, they're rather bland, and i get some taco bell hot sauce for him. we head out to mcdonald's late that night (reluctantly for me, as i was overly tired), discovering for the first time ever that both mcdonald's in charlottesville aren't actually limited to a "late-night menu" by corporate requirement, but are simply too lazy to have it! the one right down the street from the house has the entire menu, 24h.
saturday, we eat breakfast around the same time as marleah's family, who's here visiting from deleware and ny, to watch her brother's soccer game (he plays at american) over in dc. after they leave, we get started raking the front lawn, as one of my "duties" assigned by amanda. not long into it i decide to back my car out and turn up the radio, so it's not quite as boring, and after about an hour or so we finally finish the front, taking a bit of a lunch break (my having leftovers from the week and kato having some ground chicken and rice), before heading back out to do the backyard, where we have to grab a big blue canvas and haul the leaves through the fence door all the way to the curb. some significant talk goes on, as it does during most any extended period of time, about the previous few weekends, the women currently around us and their peculiarities and problems, and so on.
we come back in to catch the uva-miami game on gametracker—there was been a regional blackout for 360, i think. pretty bad loss at landshark stadium, down at the half and not managing to score after that, for a convincing final 52-17. nothing at all like the team from just two years ago, shutting miami out at the last game ever played at the orange bowl before its repurposing. there's been a bit of difficulty in the house, where i've wound up picking up trash/recycling duty, and having a heart to heart of sorts with a roommate, which thankfully clears some things up. attempting to convince her to come with us to dinner and failing, we call up ziqi, and get ready to head out to pf chang's for dinner, as he finally comes over and i get to driving after pulling up directions.
amazing, i actually get lost on the way there. we wind up finding our way to 50 and do eventually get there, as the two of them get to remembering the surrounding area. after waiting about twenty minutes, we get taken to our seat by a cutish girl named brittany, who informs us she'll be our waitress. right after she brings the sauce tray, another server approaches and then immediately turns around, surprised at the table being taken, apparently. the two of them we assume have a talk, as he returns, informing us he'll be our server, and remarkably neither of them making any mention of the apparent mistake.
as i glance over the menu, many entrées appear to be identical not just in name alone, including a variation of "pf chang's take on general tso's." a fancy, high-end chinese restaurant is always something that's eluded my comprehension, especially a chain, as typically chinese restaurants are thought of only as middle-tier, despite the relatively cheap prices compared with typical american restaurant portions. i take some cues from what all makes the place fancy, thinking most of it to be the decoration and design of the building more than the presentation of the food (rectangular dishes, moderate portion sizes). i decide on a wide rice noodle-based dish with beef, while kato settles on mongolian beef (?) and ziqi on pepper steak. all arrive promptly, and are quite tasty, though after sampling mine ziqi comments that he's had better.
we convince him to stay for a bit to watch a movie, but halfway into the ugly truth (which i'd incidentally also watched, but with amanda) he gets up and states that he's leaving because he's so exhausted (from some WoW thing, no doubt), but agrees to get lunch with us tmw. kato and i finish up the movie, me barely finishing my burnett's and gatorade, and after a reluctant wendy's run, we soon get to bed as well. sunday morning i renege on going to mass at 11AM, instead meeting up with ziqi at viet pho, his favorite pho place, and incidentally the place he'd brought me when i first started working up here. i get a #5, kato a #7 and ziqi a #1 (i think). i'm the only one to finish the entire thing however, broth and all, which is quite delicious, just like the first time. as we get up to pay, ziqi graciously takes care of the bill for us.
kato and i head back to the house, and he packs up to get ready to go. i head home not long after kato leaves, intent on not staying too long, but wind up getting back rather late anyway, as i skip 5:30PM mass so mother, josephine, and i can bring a simple cake to the restaurant and wish uncle a happy birthday.
Moving on I haven't told you a friend of my friend broke his ankle and it's just crazy. It was really bad we were going to have him work out with us and all. And he breaks it while playing kickball. The call we get is from his girlfriend Mia and she's like, "Graham broke" that's all we heard and it was there 4 year anniversary, scared the crap out of us. So we have been checking up on him every other day. So we check up on him and he's wearing this HUGE contraption on his ankle. It seriously looks like a Megaman X. This is more for the video games, like he found "Dr. Light" and he gives you a upgrade to slide dash lol.
Also recently I had a falling out with a friend on here. That's the thing I hate the most having something like that happen. I usually struggle to figure out what went wrong. Most of the time I know it was probably me. Yet I already know if something like this happen I knew I took the steps to trying to fix things. I even asked her if I was doing anything wrong. She basically lied to me TWICE. I think the reason why I'm upset is I really did try to do the right thing. Yeah I'm a mega flirt and not everybody's going to understand but it's kind of common sense if you look at me that's just how I am and what not. Not making an excuse but just wish she would have told me instead of lying. This is a bad habit, I knew something would happen and I told her that she wonders why she gets treated so bad. Because she treats other people like that an lead them on she of course didn't answer back. But has taken me off everything.
That hurt the most because she didn't tell me anything just disappear, and I HATE people who disappear, I always want answers and tells me what kind of person they are. I don't like being right about people no wonder I get coincided because I end up proving them wrong and I don't mean to but that's just how I look at people. It's something I have to work on just wish people would prove me more wrong, I know I'm not right but people seem to keep messing up or falling for something saying they're not that kind of person but they end up doing it, being two faced for no apparent reason at all sigh....
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Dixie currently feels:
Alone
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Blog #92
UP YOURS, SHITTY GLITCH!
It's Sunday - cue depression.
It's Easter Sunday - cue chocolate eggs.
It's the Sunday after nana betrayed me - cue hostility.
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As you know, I did NOT want to go to nana's at all today.
I do feel it was unfair on my grandad though - he doesn't know, and he hasn't done anything to hurt me before.
Sure, he can annoy me a lot sometimes, but I do greatly regret the time I stabbed him in the arm with my steel model of the Eiffel Tower. I drew blood and I was only about six.
I used my new satchel mam got me from India to take along my Wii.
If I hadn't gone to nana's - I may have had another stab at the coursework - but I thought SERIOUSLY, FUCK IT, and I took along my Wii, determined to get past and conquer the glitch that's slowed my gaming progress all week.
If Bully hadn't glitched on me - I'd be halfway through another game by now.
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I didn't talk to nana much at first.
But upon noticing she wasn't acting different towards me - I reduced my hostility levels slightly - turned them to depressive and silenced levels instead.
I ate my lunch - my aunty Jack and uncle Keith were round - I made an attempt to be somewhat pleasant.
Then I got myself some Penguin biscuits and blackcurrant juice - then I went back to Bully.
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Over the course of today - I've gone beyond my old save.
MWAH HA HA.
I do believe the discovery of Aquaberry's second stock after the 3rd chapter and the completion of all boxing challenges has assisted me in gaining me some extra percentage.
Knowing how the shitty glitch happened last time and how I could avoid it a second time - I did that bastard mission, got my respect points, got my money, got my outfit, got my room trophy and got my well deserved mission completion.
UP YOURS, YOU SHITTY GLITCH!
DIXIE RAPED YOUR ARSE!
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I ate cold pizza and cake for my tea - and mam came for me at about 7.
The repeat of Britain's Got Talent from last night was on ITV2.
I got an odd urge to watch it - so we all did. Of course, those three watching it for a second time.
I truly don't have the same sense of humour as my nana.
Everything that makes her piss makes me smile.
Everything that makes me piss makes her confused.
Are you proud to be a Filipino?
Anyone who says that he is proud to be a Filipino either does not mean it, is totally delusional, is in a complete state of denial, was brainwashed successfuly by the educational institution (although this would be highly unlikely, i personally once had teachers who could not fucking care less about nationalism. i love them all by the way), is being forced to say so at gun point, has political motives and or totally insane.
Personally I would rather be an American. Americans are the greatest most benevolent people that has ever graced this beautiful planet earth. Watch their splendor in television everyday. The wonderful spectacle that they make of themselves. Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, Brad Pitt, Lindsay Lohan, George Bush. With their democracy, their businesses and economy, their, god bless them, american culture which is now daily permeating all across the globe and which they claim is the greatest thing that ever happened since jesus christ came out of his mother's pussy.
Or I would rather be a German. Like HItler. I would kill lots and lots and lots of Jews. I would be an Ubermensch, Nietzsche's Superman, the greatest human ideal of social darwinism. Heil Hitler. Seig Heil! Down with all those black, brown, red, orange, yellow mongrels. Survival of the fittest. Let the chips fall as they may.
Or I would rather be Japanese. I would rape lots and lots and lots of Chinese women, just like what happened in Nanjing, CHina and in the PHilippines and Korea. I would invade other nations and butcher their men, snatch their babies from their mothers, throw the little dog in the air and as it falls down, let it land on the knife-edge of my bayonet. For I am Japanese, descendant of Gods, descendants of Izanami and Izanagi and all those people are fucking barbarian dogs. I would be famous for making technologies like cellphones, computers, cars, radios, walkmans and also animes and mangas like Naruto, DragonBall Z, YU=Yu Hakusho aka Ghost Fighter and Urotsuki Doji (Legend of the Overfiend OVA) which features among others, TENTACLE RAPE. Hah, man am I proud.
But, you ask me, do you truly mean this? Are you saying that being a Filipino is such a terrible thing? I would answer: well, with the way that all these politicians, movie stars, TV and radio evangelists act, the way they so piously look and sound, the way they smile and jump and bend over and let Uncle SAm fuck them in the ass (aka imperialism), well, hell yeah, Iam fucking ashamed to be Filipino.
Oh my God, you exclaim, what are you saying, you poor misguided little boy with your false beliefs and hideous unrighteous thoughts. Papa Jesus is not happy with your blasphemies. I will pray for your soul that you may, when the last judgement finally comes at least get to see the Lord's holy middle finger before you are swallowed by the ground and barbecued in hell.
In continuation to my previous blog which included a few shitty things, here are a couple more:
- On Tuesday, got a phone call from FPHS saying that my Pap came back as abnormal and I may be in the begining stages of cervical cancer. Went in yesterday to discuss my test results in a little bit more detail and got the numbers for local OBGYNs so I could set up an appointment for my colpscopy and most likely a biopsy. Made my appointment for the colposcopy today and will be having that in April.
- My brother called me around midnight to tell me that my uncle had passed away.
I think that is all I got for now. Hopefully that is all for a long while.
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