Posted in PJAM Stories, tagged Arts, choki-choki, Dance, Dance Dance Revolution, Dance move, Performing Arts, PJAM on June 2, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
That was awesome!
Mar and I used to love buying Choki-choki. It’s a creamy chocolate paste inside a plastic tube. The only downside to this sweet treat is that it is hard to open. To solve this problem Mar and I created the Choki-choki dance. Here are the steps:
1. Buy one Choki-choki
2. The two dancers must hold on to each end of the Choki-choki tube.
Posted in PJAM Stories, tagged away, barkada, child, childhood, counseling, fight, fighting, friend, friends, friendship, friendships, guidance, guidance counseling, guidance counselor, guidance office, High School, Miriam, PJAM, relationships, school, war on April 2, 2012 | 2 Comments »
PJAM (Precious, Jasmine, Johanna, Anna, Marian, Milagros/Trina) met when we were classmates back in grade five. At the end of the year, I was praying that, for some miracle, we’d be classmates again. Our school, Miriam, randomly mixes up the classes every year so that we will have a new set of classmates every time we moved up a grade level. There were times that you could be classmates with the same person for several years, but I knew it was impossible that six people would be classmates again the next year. Still, I was hoping against hope.
Posted in PJAM Stories, tagged badminton racket, child, childhood, comedy, Filipino, Filipino people, filipino words, fun, Funny, High School, jokes, kid, kids, Philippines, PJAM, sadako, sadtalagaako, scary character, scary monster, story, the ring, weird on February 18, 2012 | 2 Comments »
*Note: If Filipino words are used, they are translated below
Back in second year high school, PJAM was hanging out at my house, and we had nothing to do. Anna’s long hair reminded everyone of Sadako the scary character in The Ring. Someone shared a joke that rechristened Sadako as Sad-talaga-ako, and we all laughed so hard. That week we just learned how to create a photo essay in English class, and all of these random things converged into one brilliant idea: Charing! We started playing dress up, spontaneously creating a story, and taking pictures of each scene. Below is the story that we came up with:
Posted in PJAM Stories, tagged childhood, friendship, grade school, kid, kids, Miriam, PJAM, school, weird on April 17, 2011 | 2 Comments »
Jasmine, Marian, Precious
A girl named Precious asked me if I wanted to go with her during recess. I thought it was weird, but I was like, it wouldn’t kill me, so I said yes. During recess she introduced me to another girl named Marian, and the three of us walked to the cafeteria.
We decided to become a barkada. [1] Two things stood in our way: we didn’t have enough members, and we didn’t have a name. Our class was clustered into barkadas and all of them had names. The Boo Boo Bones was a barkada composed of anime freaks. The Yvanna Anne was composed of the coolest kids in class. We had to have a name, but first we had to recruit.
Posted in PJAM Stories, tagged friendship, Miriam, PJAM on April 10, 2011 | 4 Comments »
(*sing to the tune of the theme for Gem and the Holograms*) Me and my friends are PJAM! PJAM! PJAM’s our name. Nobody is the same. PJAM is our name. PJAM!
PJAM stands for Precious, Jasmine, Johanna, Anna, Marian, and Milagros. We met each other back in grade five. Last year we celebrated our 11th friendship anniversary. This is the story of our grade five days when we were all young and crazy…
Ja Doesn’t Befriend the World
In order to understand PJAM, you have to understand what I was like back then. I was a weird kid, and I pretty much didn’t understand the whole friendship thing. I didn’t understand why people made friends in school. I was like, I go to school to learn, not to have friends. Besides, I already had lots of friends, and they were my cousins. Erika, Erinn, Eroll, Erijah, Era, and Annika lived next door, so I had enough playmates. My mom would tell me, Why don’t you go out and play with the neighbors? I would say Ma, I don’t have to befriend the world. I didn’t think I was shy. I just didn’t get the friends thing. I mean if you already had six playmates, why do you need more? It was like friendship gluttony. People interpreted my behavior as shyness and that label stuck. I became shy even if I really wasn’t.
