Oh good grief! This is utterly senseless. But then, that's what bigotry is.
Personally, I prefer eating with a spoon with my food in a bowl. Whatever would the lunch monitor do to me? Sorry, I'm being overly sarcastic. Seriously, this is disturbing.
Check it out:
FILIPINO TABLE ETIQUETTE PUNISHED AT LOCAL SCHOOL
http://www.westislandchronicle.com/pages/article.php?noArticle=6063
April 29, 2006
April 24, 2006
...
Conversation I: While waiting for the bus...
Me: Hi Auntie! (sabay mano po)
Auntie: Hala! Ang taba taba mo na! Grabe! Ang pangit mo na! Yang mga thighs mo talo pa ang baboy. (Rough translation: Oh my goodness! You're so fat! Gosh! You're so ugly already! Your thighs beat those of a pigs!)
What?! No Hi, Hello, Welcome back, How are you...?
Conversation II: In a mall in Dagupan
Me: Hi! Do you have a size 29? (holds up a SUPER LOW HIPSTER pair of jeans)
Salesperson: Ma'am, largest waist sizes namin dito ay 27. (Translation: Our largest waist size here is 27)
Oooohhh...I want to wring the neck of your buyers!
Converstion III: In a mall in Urdaneta
Me: Excuse po. Do you have a size 29 of this? (holds up another low waist pair of jeans)
Salesperson: Ma'am, we don't have any. But you can try our largest size. (Hands me a size 28)
What in the world is wrong with malls here in Pangasinan?!
---
Needless to say, I'm at an all time low. I haven't gotten myself anything decent to wear for my trip because it looks like malls here don't expect large customers. I actually don't mind going to the US in rags. At this point it is just too painful to go out and try to buy something to wear. I hate going out of the house and I hate meeting my relatives around here because I'll just come home depressed. The medical encyclopedia says I'm within my normal weight. The world obviously doesn't agree with that. With what I'm hearing all around, I get this feeling that I weigh 300 lbs and I'm ambling about ala Bridget Jones. I hate mirrors. I hate the stupid malls.
It's getting a little hard to love myself and love my body right now. It's getting hard to believe that I am somehow beautiful in even just one person's eyes.
---
My ex comforted me one time by saying that the reason people appeared digusted or shocked at my body was because they were used to seeing me stick thin. True, when I was growing up, I was a very picky eater. I often had no inclination to eat. I was so thin that my mother worried about me and took me to several doctors. I was unhappy then. I'm unhappy now.
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So if I hear one more person tell me I'm fat, ugly, or pig-like, I'm going to cry. And that doesn't happen a lot.
Me: Hi Auntie! (sabay mano po)
Auntie: Hala! Ang taba taba mo na! Grabe! Ang pangit mo na! Yang mga thighs mo talo pa ang baboy. (Rough translation: Oh my goodness! You're so fat! Gosh! You're so ugly already! Your thighs beat those of a pigs!)
What?! No Hi, Hello, Welcome back, How are you...?
Conversation II: In a mall in Dagupan
Me: Hi! Do you have a size 29? (holds up a SUPER LOW HIPSTER pair of jeans)
Salesperson: Ma'am, largest waist sizes namin dito ay 27. (Translation: Our largest waist size here is 27)
Oooohhh...I want to wring the neck of your buyers!
Converstion III: In a mall in Urdaneta
Me: Excuse po. Do you have a size 29 of this? (holds up another low waist pair of jeans)
Salesperson: Ma'am, we don't have any. But you can try our largest size. (Hands me a size 28)
What in the world is wrong with malls here in Pangasinan?!
---
Needless to say, I'm at an all time low. I haven't gotten myself anything decent to wear for my trip because it looks like malls here don't expect large customers. I actually don't mind going to the US in rags. At this point it is just too painful to go out and try to buy something to wear. I hate going out of the house and I hate meeting my relatives around here because I'll just come home depressed. The medical encyclopedia says I'm within my normal weight. The world obviously doesn't agree with that. With what I'm hearing all around, I get this feeling that I weigh 300 lbs and I'm ambling about ala Bridget Jones. I hate mirrors. I hate the stupid malls.
It's getting a little hard to love myself and love my body right now. It's getting hard to believe that I am somehow beautiful in even just one person's eyes.
---
My ex comforted me one time by saying that the reason people appeared digusted or shocked at my body was because they were used to seeing me stick thin. True, when I was growing up, I was a very picky eater. I often had no inclination to eat. I was so thin that my mother worried about me and took me to several doctors. I was unhappy then. I'm unhappy now.
---
So if I hear one more person tell me I'm fat, ugly, or pig-like, I'm going to cry. And that doesn't happen a lot.
April 20, 2006
Flying
I’ll be picking up my plane tickets tomorrow. I’m dizzy with excitement, never realizing before this how much I missed traveling. This will be the first time that I’m going solo and suddenly I feel so grown up, so charged and alive. I have to take care of myself, my precious documents without which I’ll be a persona non grata, and my baggage. There are things to worry about, of course. Things like my motion sickness, the immigration interview, and if I’ll be able to get over my jet lag so I can attend my classes (I’ll be arriving on a Monday and I’ll go straight to UP from the airport). But there is so much more to look forward to, to be excited about and to wish for. I want to act cool and nonchalant about it (I’ve been traveling since I was 10 months old) but I can’t. I’m like a little girl holding her first ice cream cone, eyes wide with wonder and breath held in awe.
April 11, 2006
Delight
I finally punched out for the last time at NSCB. Hay, it's sheer relief not to be an intern. I didn't even mind the long commute home. My stay there was really hectic and demanding. I'm so glad that the alarm clock won't ring at 6:30Am tomorrow.
I'm also so lucky that my Auntie and Uncle have offered to drive me home in their car. I didn't have to buy a bus ticket in advance and I don't have to deal with the stress of crowded stations and buses.
Mom's beginning to worry less about most of the things that used to send her blood pressure sky high. She said in one text message to me, "Nina, if God said He'd provide, I think I'll trust that. his will be done." Good things are definitely happening.
I passed all my subjects with better grades than I hoped for, especially in my Statistics 132 (I was sick when I took the final exam). So I'm right on track and can boast a senior standing next semester. With that same grace that got me through the past five years, I WILL graduate this year.
My cousins here in Paranaque have been great and game hosts over these past days. I'm thankful that I got to hang out with them and catch up on all the lost years between us. Plus, Ate Ella is one awesome cook and I've been so well-fed that the internship left no physical damage on me. I've learned so much from Ate Renee, who is a Christian too and a pastor. I am somehow thankful that she pushed me into doing nightly devotions and pushed me into talking about things I didn't want to talk about. Some of my issues don't weigh as heavily now and I think me and God are on speaking terms again. Rather, I'm on speaking terms with Him again. Still very whiny though, and still a lot of stubborness and more rebellious thoughts but it's a start.
I'm thankful that i'm spending my summer at home with my family.
I'm thankful that I was able to prepare a sort of timeline for the dance ministry trainings and practices, as well as get some contacts for materials and media. I'm hoping Pastor Ruth Garcia at COP can give us some training or will allow us to train with their dance team some time.
I'm thankful for last Saturday's bowling witrh the gals, even if I did miserably in the second game. Ann, Apple and Nellie, we should do it again some time.
Most of all, I'm thankful that I have this sense of peace over a particular area of my life. I've been worrying about it for ages, even crying over the person and making huge mess of my brains. I'm not sure what triggered a release of the heaviness and I feel odd that life is a little lighter, but I'm still thankful about it. I still cry over it in my talks with God but the hole gapes less.
I am reading the journal of this drug addict who became a Christian and clean. This guy was calling her and she was sorely tempted to just give him a spin and go date him because she hadn't dated in a while. But she knew the guy was all wrong for her and how things would end badly. Yet she still longed. She was really wrestling over it, and so she calls her bestfriend and her bestfriend says. "Well, do you want the hit or do you want the serenity?" In the end, the author admitted she just wanted the hit.
I had to grin when I read that. I think the problem with me is that I want a hit too. You know, a little drama in my life, especially in this area of life. So God preserve me. I have no "chemical preservatives" to do so myself.
Thank You.
I'm also so lucky that my Auntie and Uncle have offered to drive me home in their car. I didn't have to buy a bus ticket in advance and I don't have to deal with the stress of crowded stations and buses.
Mom's beginning to worry less about most of the things that used to send her blood pressure sky high. She said in one text message to me, "Nina, if God said He'd provide, I think I'll trust that. his will be done." Good things are definitely happening.
I passed all my subjects with better grades than I hoped for, especially in my Statistics 132 (I was sick when I took the final exam). So I'm right on track and can boast a senior standing next semester. With that same grace that got me through the past five years, I WILL graduate this year.
My cousins here in Paranaque have been great and game hosts over these past days. I'm thankful that I got to hang out with them and catch up on all the lost years between us. Plus, Ate Ella is one awesome cook and I've been so well-fed that the internship left no physical damage on me. I've learned so much from Ate Renee, who is a Christian too and a pastor. I am somehow thankful that she pushed me into doing nightly devotions and pushed me into talking about things I didn't want to talk about. Some of my issues don't weigh as heavily now and I think me and God are on speaking terms again. Rather, I'm on speaking terms with Him again. Still very whiny though, and still a lot of stubborness and more rebellious thoughts but it's a start.
I'm thankful that i'm spending my summer at home with my family.
I'm thankful that I was able to prepare a sort of timeline for the dance ministry trainings and practices, as well as get some contacts for materials and media. I'm hoping Pastor Ruth Garcia at COP can give us some training or will allow us to train with their dance team some time.
I'm thankful for last Saturday's bowling witrh the gals, even if I did miserably in the second game. Ann, Apple and Nellie, we should do it again some time.
Most of all, I'm thankful that I have this sense of peace over a particular area of my life. I've been worrying about it for ages, even crying over the person and making huge mess of my brains. I'm not sure what triggered a release of the heaviness and I feel odd that life is a little lighter, but I'm still thankful about it. I still cry over it in my talks with God but the hole gapes less.
I am reading the journal of this drug addict who became a Christian and clean. This guy was calling her and she was sorely tempted to just give him a spin and go date him because she hadn't dated in a while. But she knew the guy was all wrong for her and how things would end badly. Yet she still longed. She was really wrestling over it, and so she calls her bestfriend and her bestfriend says. "Well, do you want the hit or do you want the serenity?" In the end, the author admitted she just wanted the hit.
I had to grin when I read that. I think the problem with me is that I want a hit too. You know, a little drama in my life, especially in this area of life. So God preserve me. I have no "chemical preservatives" to do so myself.
Thank You.
April 04, 2006
Shuleeep....
Things have settled down somewhat here at NSCB. I’m on my second day of internship and thankfully, I’m busy and rather swamped with work. Yesterday, after the initial enthusiasm died down, all I did was try to stay awake. I even dozed through the National Account that were given to me to learn for the IO assignments I’d get.
Mondays at NSCB have the employees wearing white tops and black slacks. So when I showed up for my first day in a white blouse and black slacks, I was noticed for two reasons: (1) I literally stood out during the flag ceremony because I was the tallest lady around and (2) they were wondering why I was hired when there were no vacant positions. They all thought I was a new employee! We laughed about it over lunch. People are nice around here.
Much thanks to Nellie for helping me pick out office wear. My boss was tickled to have an intern show up in decent attire.
I’m staying at my cousins’ place in Paranaque and I can suddenly relate to Kuya Eigen. Man, all the traveling I’ll have to go through this Saturday just to see my roommates in UP! Ang layo!
It’s weird. The office pantry has no trace of coffee. I always thought that was a staple food in the office. Am I the only one struggling to stay awake?
Mondays at NSCB have the employees wearing white tops and black slacks. So when I showed up for my first day in a white blouse and black slacks, I was noticed for two reasons: (1) I literally stood out during the flag ceremony because I was the tallest lady around and (2) they were wondering why I was hired when there were no vacant positions. They all thought I was a new employee! We laughed about it over lunch. People are nice around here.
Much thanks to Nellie for helping me pick out office wear. My boss was tickled to have an intern show up in decent attire.
I’m staying at my cousins’ place in Paranaque and I can suddenly relate to Kuya Eigen. Man, all the traveling I’ll have to go through this Saturday just to see my roommates in UP! Ang layo!
It’s weird. The office pantry has no trace of coffee. I always thought that was a staple food in the office. Am I the only one struggling to stay awake?
April 02, 2006
Lists: Online Tribute to Nellingskies Part II
Yeah, I took a break from packing (can't find a theme for yet another box and am envious of you sleeping soundly) and here I am again.
Five things that will never be the same again because of you:
my pimples and acne = you said that they were reminders that I am still merely a human.
pregnant women and their supposed "glow" = Shall I ruin it for the rest too by sharing?Hehehe
room 122 = with you leaves my "zone of enlightenment"
baths = there'll be no one to compete with and none of the talk that makes having a quick shower hard
my academic performance = you challenged and inspired me to aim higher. now I cry over 70's too
Five things that scare me most about you graduating:
No one will laugh at my jokes
No one will ignore me for at least two weeks when we fight
I'll forget your birthday (Geez, imagine the bloodshed...)
You'll forget that I'm supposed to be your MAID OF HONOR
We'll drift apart/I'll lose a true friend
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I wonder how long I'll keep up this tribute thing. You don't have a favorite number. Too bad my digicam didn't get here before the end of the sem. We should have a lot of pictures of these days.
Don't worry Apple and Gee will miss you. Either that or I'll drive them insane with me missing you.
Thank you for being the one person I can go to in any of the following situations: I get hooked on drugs; I become anorexic; I get pregnant; I am suicidal; I am officially diagnosed with schizophrenia/alzeimers/cancer/etc.
And know that you will treat me with respect, dignity,mercy and kindness. Thank you for never judging me.
Thank you for believing in me and for pushing me whenever I chose to sit down and mope.
Thank you for you have been a true and genuine fellow whiner because a whiner like me will always need someone to whine along or else whining is no fun.
Thank you for massaging me when I was sick and for de-boning the fish for me to eat.
Love you Nel.
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