I think it’s just devastating that I’m writing about death. It’s sad enough when people die of old age but Brittany Murphy is dead at thirty two? It just doesn’t make much sense.
I think it’s just devastating that I’m writing about death. It’s sad enough when people die of old age but Brittany Murphy is dead at thirty two? It just doesn’t make much sense.
Wow, us Xangans sure have a lot of secrets! As of this moment I’m writing this, I’ve received 90+ secrets and counting. I will definitely have enough secrets to make many more videos in the future, so this will indeed be a regular thing I’ll be doing from now on.
I will attempt to make a video every week. Since I’ll be on vacation next week, I decided I will bring you all not one, but two videos this week! Between the two videos, I handpicked 40 secrets to be showcased in video form. Don’t fret if you submitted a secret but didn’t see it today. I’m keeping track of all the secrets that have been sent in, so your secret may very well appear in the next installment (trust me, I’m saving some of the really good ones for next time!).
Since this is a continuous project I’m working on, feel free to keep on sending in secrets to me. If you don’t know how to submit a secret, please refer back to the original entry for instructions. You can either leave your anonymous secret on this entry or on the original one.
Alright, here we go! Continue reading →
The only other thing I feared as a child besides baths, vegetables, wolves, and Veggie Tales were kidnappers. My general understanding of them was that they knew information about you that they shouldn’t know, they approached you in the disguise of someone familiar and lie about what they’re doing, and they took you away. I didn’t know where they took you. They just took you.
As for kidnappers, I thought they only existed in movies until stories of some kids in our suburb surfaced on the news. It meant I couldn’t stay outside too late. My parents weren’t too fond of me bike riding too long on the sidewalk anymore. I didn’t really comprehend much else beyond that.
Christmas was normally the time news reports of disappearances seemed extra grizzly.
It was around this time I had my first encounter with a kidnapper.
It was at the mall. I crawled up to Santa Claus’s lap. The family took a photo. I didn’t think much of it, but apparently, he knew my name. I didn’t know him too well.
I learned more about Santa Claus through my connections at the local elementary.
Continue reading →Me: Today was the huge Christmas program.
Mom: did your kids behave?
Me: Overwhelming no. Not only misbehave, but misbehaved with attitude. My students’ motto is “You’re not the boss of me.”
Mom : Did you still have to give them a Christmas party?
Me:Yes. Almost four hours of it. But there’s a funny story.
Mom : Then, spill the beans.
Me: I was supposed to have 40 minutes with my students before sending them to lunch. (Little kids were having lunch first) So I had some party games and was going to explain some things we’re doing in January. But in no way did I have any semblance of control over the class. And I realized that if I left the classroom, I still wouldn’t be in control of it, but at least *I* wouldn’t be in it.
Me: So I went outside the classroom and stood outside and began crying. Just outside the door, so I could still hear what was going on, so if someone actually broke a leg, I could come in. After about 4 minutes, Ingrid opened the door and saw me.
Me: And slammed the door shut and shouted in Spanish “THE MISS IS CRYING!” Continue reading →
With the ChristmaHanaKwanza holiday soon upon us, I know I will be too busy sending family members lumps of coal, evil stares, and restraining orders to remember to send out a nice seasonal blog to the Xanga community. So here is something I’ve been thinking about, things that only Santa can get away with doing:
1) Only Santa can “see you when you’re sleeping, and know when you’re awake”. When other people do it, it’s called stalking.
I did the best I could guys. I didn’t even warm up, I fall out of tune in a couple of places, and I lose my Timberlake voice in a couple of places. That said, I hope you enjoy it, and here are the lyrics:
Verse 1:
I’m bringing Xanga back.
Them other blog sites don’t know how to act.
Let’s talk politics or maybe talk some smack.
So let me blog and pulse and take some flack.
(Take ‘em to the homepage!) Continue reading →
I don’t know how many of you can relate to this, but I’ve always felt like a fish out of water. I’m always that odd person out, who just doesn’t quite belong in the picture. Looking back I now see how awkward I have always been, and in an odd kind of way it was a choice I made and not something that I was forsaken to like some kind of sentence. Perhaps there is a novelty in standing out and defying the masses, and although I have felt alienated at times I don’t think I have it in me conform to a mold that I don’t understand.
I don’t even know where to begin describing how I never quite fit in. Continue reading →