Saturday, April 14, 2007
Muy aburrido.
Things that Lilo said that made me laugh today:
[When You Say Nothing At All by Ronan Keating was playing on the store's sound system.]
Kaninong player yan? he asked.
Akin. I told him.
Ah, kay Kitten pala yan eh. Kay Ronan Kitten.
...
[I was wiping my hands on a paper towel when Lilo calls me.]
Kitten!
Yeah?
*sings* I need you like water, like breath, like rain.
[And, if I've never mentioned this, and I don't think I have, Lilo has the same voice as Renz Verano. So you can just imagine kung anung nagiging reaction ko kapag kinakantahan niya ako. Tipong naasiman na naalatan na nasusuka na kinikilabutan. Uh, tsampoy, ikaw ba yan?]
Ang baduy ng pucha. Skwating ka Lilo. Bwiset. Skwating! Skwating ka! Bwiset. Nakakahiya kang i-blog, bwiset. BWISET!
Pero sabi nga niya sa'kin Baduy pero tumatawa ka.
I was crying, yes crying, a while ago because I thought I lost my pen. Mai got upset (She's always upset with me.) because I was getting all whiny over a stupid pen, which is what she called it. (I was honestly getting upset because she was getting whiny that I was getting whiny. We have a love-hate relationship.) Then she asked me why my pen was so important. And so I will list all the reasons why my pen is an essential part of my being. (And, yes, I have to put it that way.)
- My pen is a sign of power.
At the store, people use the pens provided by the store. Therefore, to own a pen is to be independent of the store. I owe the store nothing, while the store may be owing me more than they think. - I believe my pen will protect me from harm.
I do, actually. My pen is sharp and I can jam it pretty hard into someone's arm, leg or stomach (Thank you, EPI pen.). You know, should the need arise. You know, so I shouldn't have to bust-out my kung fu. - My handwriting's strokes look good with it.
Not that I have bad strokes or anything, because I happen to have a very good hand. It's neat and clear and even. It's just that with other pens (Those that don't have grips on them or those ballpoint kinds or those that give a scratchy feeling) my handwriting comes out... Bleh. Unsatisfactory. - They're expensive.
I get them shipped from the UK (God, this is so shameful.) because that's the closest place to get them. They don't come cheap and AND AND the waiting part is the killer. If I lost one of my pens, that would mean I'd have to wait two weeks for a replacement, plus pay shipping and handling. GLOBAL shipping and handling. (If UK is the closest place to get them, where is the farthest?) I would rather take care of the ones I own than have to go out of my way to get new ones, thank you. - They. Are. Mine. They are mine.
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kitten posted @ 11:01 PM
