MMMiii!

I feel sad. Two days ago, I came home carrying a ton of crap. I had 2 plastic bags of papers, and then I bought milk for Taba at the grocery, I had an organizer envelope, and of course my big back pack.

On the way home, several times I felt my ring on my pinkie slipping off. When I woke up next morning… I hadn’t noticed that it was gone. I only realized it was gone the next night, last night =_=;;

What’s so special about this ring? I’ve had it for years… It’s a silver 4-piece puzzle ring. My bro’s friend Joe gave it to me. I BEGGED him to give it to me… and then I lose it just like that…

I don’t think I can find a replacement for it. A hundred diamond rings won’t be enough to replace the value it has.
True, it’s so dirty because I’m acidic, and that I’ve almost lost it once or twice, and it’s always been a little loose… but still… I love that ring.

*sad*

I blame school for losing my ring. T_T

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There have been recent news of the Filipinos being the butt of jokes in sitcoms(?) or funny shows (sorry, I don’t watch TV) and I’m really getting annoyed with the reaction of some people who are like “Oh, I’m so nationalistic, I don’t want you maligning my race.”

Why is it that Filipinos joke and malign other races and nationalities but when THEY become the butt of jokes, they get mad? I mean, we’ve got all these American, Chinese, and Japanese <and insert other nationality here> kinds of jokes with the Filipino coming out as the winner and the others as losers. We have all sorts of derogative terms for other races like the Kano’s and Puti’s (Americans),

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