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I know that the Haruhi dance is really popular, and now even the CPDRC inmates are dancing it. I guess their really keeps tabs on what's popular :P Actually, I hear he takes requests (or at least succumbs to popular demand). In other news, my right forearm is now inked. Whee:
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Last Thursday, I went upstairs to see how the students were doing regarding their preparations for the Science Fair. Joshua, my Taiwanese 7th grader, came up to me and said, "Teacher, you dress like a bad student." Hahaha. It inspired this self-portrait: Despite the badass image that I like to portray myself in though, I'm really a silly little kooky teacher who loves to play around with the students. Although now I'm having trouble drawing the line between teacher and friend, because I have been warned by my principal that perhaps I have been getting too close to my students. This came up when I was invited by the kids to go to the amusement park with them, and I was told that it was a bad idea. If anything happens to these kids, it's my neck, and the school would be dragged into the mess as well. So I had to come up with a lame excuse as to why I couldn't join them at Discoveryland. I also had to politely decline going bowling with them last Friday. I felt so sad when they told me, "Discoveryland would have been more fun if you were there, Miss Santiago!" SNIFF. Oh well. A teacher is a teacher, and must remain a teacher. Sigh. PS - While I usually have a fag in my mouth in my self-portraits, let me just make it clear that I never ever smoke in front of my students <3

music: Fool - Boa

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Must resist the urge to kill Koichiro and steal his tickets! He's going to see L'Arc~en~Ciel in Shanghai this Friday. I'm not. Gaaargh T_T Why why WHY did my break not come earlierrrrrrrrr. What I've got to console myself is that Ray and I are going to Shanghai to watch Miyavi this July. But bleh, I'm more of a Laruku fan! T_T Sadness is me. It's funny that they actually have Purikura shops in this place, instead of the single Purikura machines placed in random corners of the mall, which is what I'm used to back home. Ray and I stopped by one last Saturday while we were shopping at Shenli Guanchang. Now if you know me, you know that while I spit out profanity in person I hardly ever do it in writing (and especially not on something cute like purikura!). We fought over the profanity he wanted to put all over our pics, although we finally we came to a compromise and he only defaced around half of them. I also never grab my boobs for the camera nor do I like flicking it. So anything indecent you see here was Ray's fault. He made me do it. MADE ME.

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The parents of one of my sister's students invited us to have dinner with them. And me, hey, I'm always up for free food! We were served the freshest sushi we ever had in our lives. So fresh, in fact, that it WAS ALIIIIIIIVE. In case the video isn't clear, the fish is lying in a bucket of ice, gasping, while its cut up flesh rests on top of it for us humans to enjoy. It kind of reminded me of those zombie movies where the victim watches his very intestines devoured by the undead right before his eyes. I mean, yeah, they kill the fish in the restaurant and serve it to you, fresh. Many restaurants do that. But this one just HAS to prove it by serving you the head and the tail along with it, so you can watch it expire as you enjoy the body that once belonged to it. But it really was delicious, I have to admit. If only slightly disturbing.

music: Plush - Stone Temple Pilots

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Inspired by my win on RJ Ledesma's contest from Jayvee's blog, my sister wrote this entry about my Yaya Remy on her own blog. Remy was the craziest Yaya I've ever had in my own life. My 3-4 years with her left me with enough stories to compile a book if I wanted to :) [note: "Yaya" is the word Filipinos use to refer to their stay-in nannies] ---- "Yaya Remy and Other Childhood Horror Stories" by Eliza Santiago Yaya Remy came to us when Yapi was four years old. She was primarily assigned to take care of Yapi, and like all children of a certain age, Yapi took to her like the proverbial moth to a flame. You may even say that Yaya Remy was one of the most influential people in Yapi's early childhood development. Hence. If you know my sister, that statement could be very significant to understanding her. Yaya Remy was heavily into showbiz and she poured all her frustrations on the two girls. An avid Eat Bulaga fan, she once entered Yapi into Little Miss Philippines lip-synching “Somewhere Out There” (yes, beneath the pale moon light). Yes. Yapi the Goth was once a candidate for Little Miss Philippines. I’m sure there are less horrifying things in the world. As for me, she milked my Menudo fanaticism dry. She convinced my parents that she had to be my chaperone to all the Menudo concerts I attended (first row in CCP and Araneta ha) even if my actual parents came along with me. She played my Menudo cassettes more often than I did and helped me figure out and memorize all the dance steps to their songs. She even wrote out and mailed 500 entries to the “Win a Date with Menudo” contest and cried real tears when we didn’t win. We tolerated it. She was fun. She wore a black bra and panty under her white yaya uniform, became “M.U.” with my skating coach, wore a bikini when we would go on our family outing swimming trips, did the “Hukilau” hula dance for our company’s Christmas party and posed for pictures in her underwear on our balcony, but hey – she took pretty good care of us. She was nurturing and protective and if she was a little nympho, then that’s her one flaw. She was also dramatic. Disciplining children for her went beyond the garden variety “ibebenta kita sa intsik” and “kukunin ka ng mamang pulis” threats. She took it to a whole different level. Yaya Remy would tell Yapi, “Kung hindi mo ko susundin, tatawagin ko ang demonyong kambal ko at isusumbong kita.” She would then leave the room. After a while, she would enter the room again, hair all unkempt, and with the evil eye would look at Yapi and say in an aswangin voice, “Ikaw ba si Piaaaaaa??? Akooooo… ako ang demonyong kambal ni Yaya Remyyyyyyyyy.” Kaya mo yon. And that story won Yapi a prize in RJ Ledesma’s contest for his upcoming book, “Lies My Yaya Should Have Told Me.” I don’t think there’s any way she wouldn’t win. So Yaya Remy, thanks for the memories. And I’m sorry your dreams of hooking me up with the guy who lived across the street when I was 10 years old didn’t push through. Believe me, not even your grand plan of making us the godparents of your first child could’ve made that relationship happen. ----- I'd also like to add that she would tie me to my four-poster princess bed (one limb per post) whenever she wants me out of the way.

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