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Janis says “Hi I’m joyful Janis.” Johanna says “Hi I’m joyous Johanna.” Jane says, “Hi I’m jolly Jane.”

My mind swims….jackass…nope, definitely no…jittery…still no…jaguar…PANTS ba ito? Ito pa…jaundice…I did get jaundice when I was born. My mom said I had yellow skin, and they had to put me in an incubator. Ok concentrate.

The teacher looks at me. Expecting. Eyebrows encouraging. Ok fine.

I say, “Hi, I’m jumping Jasmine.” My classmates laugh.

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Where’s Jaja?

My mom went to several countries to attend conferences. Once she went to China and while she was there my grandma decided to change houses, and she didn’t even tell my mother where the new house was. I was nine years old.

Lola didn’t like that green house that we were in because it was hot, so we rented the house next to it. Our new house was owned by my lola’s relative Ka Saro. Changing houses was nothing new to me as we often did this every two years or so. I even enjoyed changing houses because I liked traveling to different places, looking at the houses, and choosing the best one.

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When I was in New York, I explored the city on my own. I wanted to make the most of my trips, so everyday I would make a detailed plan for each lakwatsa.

Next New York day out (Tuesday July 24):

Things to remember:

1.)   Bring sandwiches so I don’t have to buy food, and bring water

2.)   Possible trains to take (Weekday schedule)

To New York:

9:43am-10:23am

To Crestwood:

9:30pm-10:00pm

3.)   Wear Rubber shoes

Places to go:

1.)   Met

Hours:

Tues 9:30am-5:30pm
Not prioritizing special exhibits because can’t take pictures

Priority areas:

First Floor:

Egyptian
Met store
Medieval art
European sculpture and decorative arts

Second Floor:

19th and early 20th century European paintings and sculptures
Modern and contemporary art
European paintings
Met store
Buy Met notebook

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I saw an old entry in my diary and decided to post it here.

The Kalamay Effect is the unique phenomenon where delayed gratification transforms a deep desire into an eternal revulsion. When I was young, I really wanted to eat kalamay, but obstacles materialized out of nowhere—my mom had no money to buy kalamay, my mom forgot to buy, my mom was lazy to go to the store, or the store ran out of kalamay.

When we were finally able to buy, it had been weeks or even months since the first time I felt the need to have it. I bit into that chewy dessert, chomped, let the flavor sink in, felt my saliva regurgitate in disgust, got a napkin, and spat it out.

It tasted like nausea.

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When I was a freshie in college, I had to attend this meeting for scholars. Like most events, it didn’t start on time. While waiting, I got to talk to several people. One of them was a girl who had curly hair, dark skin, and a wide smile. She said she came from Payatas.

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