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Tuesday, July 27, 2004 ( 11:22 PM ) shut up christine I didn´t get to write about some of the places I visited so I´m gonna backtrack a bit Our bicycle tour guide in Munich was carrraaazy He´d ask us random, obscure questions about Germany and when we didn´t know the answers he´d call us idiots; he pointed out all the major museums to tell us how crappy they were; he took us to a beer garden for lunch and had me and Sabs each order a liter of beer, and then he told us we couldn´t leave until we finished our drinks...I couldn´t do it because ever since Paris I don´t trust my bladder, but props to Sabs for downing her beer and for not falling off her bike; his facts kept contradicting..i don´t think anything he said was real; and he took us to this park so we could see Robocock and Tripod...apparently in Munich they like to roam the parks nekkid..there were tons of penises just chilling in the grass, props to me for not falling off my bike Germany rocks
a footpath connects five small beach villages
and if it´s possible to fall madly in love with a place, Cinque Terre, Italy has my heart... it took me a whole six hours to complete the hike, probably the most intensive exhaustive six hours of aerobic exercise I have ever done - you literally climb up a mountain, go down to the beach, up down repeat this process 20 times, and the dust and my sweat had baked to form a crust on my skin - but it was so worth it I have never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life the air and water were so blue that the sky melted into the ocean and I couldn´t tell a plane from a boat, I´ve never seen anything like it there´s something special about that place because when I came down from the last mountain I felt like a different person, not because I lost five pounds doing the hike or because I came out with an awesome tan... I don´t know how to put it into words, but something has changed, and it feels nice and at night the balconies were decorated with strings of colored lights and the locals had lined the streets with candles and flower petals for a religious procession its hard to explain but imagine a crowd of people slowly walking up an inclined street, most of them carrying candles in brightly colored paper cups, so that it looks like this shimmering sea of lights and a thousand voices are singing a simple but beautiful church song in Italian it was gorgeous, I felt so lucky that they let me be a part of it and then we shared a hostel room with five other boys but that´s another story we spent our last day tanning on the pebble beaches of the French Riviera in Nice, France lots of girls were sunbathing without their tops, and it wasn´t even a nude beach I would have taken my top off too if I didn´t have these natural tassels and now I´m in school, the classes are pretty interesting to me and the other people in the program are fun when you get the chance, try to email your postal address to me and I´ll send you a postcard take care loves, I hope you´re doing well # Monday, July 26, 2004 ( 10:16 AM ) shut up christine oh man... On Saturday we spent 12 hours straight on a train, we were supposed to have some breaks in between but we kept getting delayed because of electricity shortages, and then a bomb threat, and later a fire on the train route....don´t tell my mom she´ll freak out but anyhow we made it safely to Barcelona, but we hadn´t even been in the station for five minutes when my bag was stolen :( sorry guys i had my address book in there so i won´t be able to send any postcards...a lot of my souvenirs were in the bag also..and my digital camera with all my pictures...sucks ass huh...and the personalized journal Flo made for me before I left :( man I wrote everything in there :( sorry Flo..i loved that journal please send your mailing addresses to me again cbulaoro@uci.edu anyway, i hope the homie who stole my bag is enjoying my camera..i had some awesome pictures on it but i´ll just photoshop myself into some pictures of europe later but with the bad comes the good sabs and i were sitting outside of the train station because it had closed and we missed the last train to Madrid because of all the delays so we didn´t have a place to sleep for the night... so i was crying and this guy named Peter comes out of nowhere and he took care of us he was like stay with me, you´ll be safe so we stood outside of this churro stand for a while and he bought us food and water and the leg on my eyeglasses kept falling off and so the three guys working at the churro stand tried to tape it up for me, they put a huge wad of tape on it but it was really sweet and then Peter kept trying to make me laugh so I wouldn´t cry and then oh my goodness he took us clubbing and he bought us drinks, roses, paid for the cab..the whole deal he even bought us breakfast before our train and we kept thinking there has to be a catch, this is too good to be true but he was just a nice guy he had holes in his clothes but he kept spending his money on us so selflessly when i tried to pay him he would say ¨no, you´re my guest, we are friends¨ he wasn´t even from Barcelona, he was traveling from Yugoslavia and i don´t know what i ever did to deserve anything like this everyone on our trip has been incredibly nice to me i don´t deserve it i think getting my bag stolen was a good thing i had a few material possessions taken from me but i gained so much more, the important intangible things that really matter i need to go everything is fine now, i´m in Madrid we just had our first day of school and i love it peace out # Tuesday, July 20, 2004 ( 1:14 PM ) shut up christine Rome, Italy This is an excerpt from an email my sis sent me: Hey you better call home or email when you get the chance! This is what a typical Bulaoro morning is without you. Mama: Did K call yet? Dad: No. Mama: Email? Dad: No. Mama: (goes to her room and cries) Nanet: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Nanet, tell Ma not to cry anymore because that email made me sad. But really, everything is okey dokey artichokey so no worries. About one more week of backpacking left before school starts so we'll be making our way around Italy before heading back to Spain. I didn't realize until now how tiring this would be... most days we have to wake up before the butt crack of dawn, on other nights we attempt to sleep on 10 hour train rides. At one point I hadn't taken my sneakers off for 35 hours straight, yeah my feet stunk pretty bad, and then it was hard to take my shoes off because my feet had swollen. So anyhow we started off our trip with practically no intinerary, and whatever plans we had made the first night we arrived had to be scrapped completely because we missed a train. Pretty much we've been taking one day at a time, sometimes not knowing where we'd sleep the next night or even what country we'd be in..and I've had moments where I think about stuff like "I wonder how much longer I can hold in my poo" and "Why the heck am I hiding in this closet and standing in a pool of my urine" stuff like that but all in all this has been quite an awesome experience, and although it hasn't been the easiest ride ever, if I wanted things to be easy I would have stayed at home, know what I mean jelly beans? Oh man I have so much more to write...Germany was crazy and so was Vienna we went clubbing on my birthday at this place that played Oriental House it was fun times. I'd write more but some people are waiting to use the computer so I'll come back when I have the time. Peace out buds # Friday, July 16, 2004 ( 12:49 AM ) shut up christine hallo from Munich, Germany! It's unbelievable how nice people are to us...when we were at a train station in Brussels a cute little old woman came to our rescue..she didn't speak any english at all but she went out of her way to make sure we bought the right tickets for the right train and she even waited on the platform and waved to us when we left and guys on the street will stop you and say "hello can i talk to you?" Our first instinct is to ignore them and walk away quickly because sometimes guys like that can be creepy but over here it seems so common and they're so polite its refreshing Anyway Amsterdam was fun everyone and their mamas rides bikes its such a beautiful place and I thought the boys had dashing good looks we also went to the Van Gogh Museum and the Anne Frank house And yesterday we met up with Angel Mendez he showed us around Den Haag, a small suburb of Amsterdam, and I got high. Peace out # Tuesday, July 13, 2004 ( 4:54 PM ) shut up christine this post is coming to you from Brussels, Belgium yesterday we took an awesome bicycle tour around Paris except I think I bruised my cootchie because now it hurts every time I sit down how sad I lost my virginity to a bike but anyway I wish you could be here with me and I wish you could taste the creme brulee in France or the cherry beer and waffles in Belgium and hear the music in the subways...I wanted to post some of my pictures but I can't until I get back to Madrid It's crazy even at 10pm the sun is still out and people drive the tiniest cars Everyone has been so nice to us... a lot of times strangers just come up to us on the street and ask us if we need help and one lady even let us use her cell phone...honestly the highlight of my trip is whenever we meet a nice stranger it is the best feeling in the world to get friendly help when you are lost in a foreign country France is beautiful we got to go up to the Eiffel Tower, see the Mona Lisa and Venus de Milo, and attend Sunday mass in Notre Dame Since I only brought two pairs of pants and I peed on one of them I bought a new pair of jeans in Paris...except I couldn't try them on because I wasn't wearing any underwear at the time but oooh la la they are so low my pubes are practically hanging out annnd the shopping in Belgium is freaking awesome there were three different H&Ms on one street! Insane! And there are huge sales in Europe right now, everything is 50-70% off but my backpack is too heavy I can't carry any more weight so all I got was a hooded sweatshirt since its been raining so much That's about all we're going to Amsterdam in a few hours peace out buds # Monday, July 12, 2004 ( 5:49 AM ) shut up christine Bonjour from Paris I can't believe we're actually here and this is really happening... and guess what I've already managed to embarrass myself really badly you probably won't believe me but yes sir this did happen.. Sabrina and I went to visit the Notre Dame and I didn't want to spend 40 cents to use the bathroom so I held it in even though I had to go really bad and then we couldn't find a bathroom and I didn't know how to use the public toilets where you put coins in so I freaking peed in my pants! I peed my pants in France yes this is real so I ran into a little hotel and I hid in a maintenance/storage closet while Sabrina went to buy me some pants so I was just chilling in the closet marinating in my own piss for about 15 minutes and these maids came in and tried to open the door but I kept trying to hold it shut and finally I opened it but I was just standing there in my underwear I bet they were thinking that Americans are weird sorry guys I give Americans a bad name... but they were nice and they let me stand there in the closet anyway Sabs couldn't find any pants because all the stores were closed so I just tied my sweater around my waist and tied Sab's sweatshirt around the back to make a skirt and I was walking around Paris with no underwear on and a makeshift skirt but its allllll good I love Europe my time is about to run out on this computer so I will talk to yall later i miss you au revoir # Tuesday, July 06, 2004 ( 12:38 AM ) shut up christine  I've popped three different tires in one month 
bulaorochristine: sabrina thind are you ready? Sabs3526: kit! hello! Sabs3526: no!!!!!! Sabs3526: packing now Sabs3526: are you ready? bulaorochristine: NOOOO Sabs3526: kit, your mom is a nurse right? bulaorochristine: my mom got me cootchie wipes bulaorochristine: a whole box Sabs3526: hahahaha, omg! that is what i was going to ask you to bring High-five to my mom for grabbing supplies from the hospital and high-five for fresh cootchies. High-five to Flo who is dancing with the hamster right now to Let’s Hear it For the Boys. I miss my roomies already. Thanks to all the people who hung out with me I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend the past two weeks. Leaving in 32 hours and we are so screwed we don’t have an itinerary yet! But I’m glad Sabs will be with me, one brain is better than half. Sabs what would I do without you? This will be interesting…. See y’all in two months :) p.s. bulaorochristine: you make me so happy brian ferrer B r y c e 2kN1: shut up Peace out! # Saturday, July 03, 2004 ( 3:00 PM ) shut up christine Oh poop excuse the last post I was talking out of my derriere. I just read over it and what the heck was I thinking? I mean do I not know when to use its and when to use it’s? It’s is a contraction for it is but you can also use it for ownership, right? Eek we learned this in second grade I remember being confused. I need an English tutor. Anyway thank you Christina Aguillera, we are beautiful no matter what they say… and it’s over just like that. Ta dah! I have learned some very important lessons here… First: Breast milk is vital to your child’s development. For goodness sakes breast feed your kids even the little one with the tiny mouth squirt the milk in there if you have to Second: Whyyy wear stilettos when my sneakers have orthopedic arch support inserts?! Hell-oo. Stilettos? No thanks. Third: Her toes are wack anyway! Her feet look like hands! Gross long ass toes! I’m kidding! heheh # Friday, July 02, 2004 ( 6:06 AM ) shut up christine Its because I didn’t get any breast milk when I was a baby, isn’t it because my mouth was too small to fit over my mom’s nipulars that’s what my dad said and then the milk dried up so I barely got any of the vitamins or hormones or whatever’s supposed to be in breast milk that must be why and I’m going to keep telling myself that because it makes me feel better when I look at pictures of the two of us and get jealous I hate it stop it why do I do this its not her fault that her teeth are straight and I have a gap or that she has 20/20 vision and I have three kinds of tape holding my eyeglasses together or that she doesn’t need to brush her hair ever because it straightens out perfectly on its own when my hair frizzes even when I brush it its not her fault that her legs and butt got all toned up even though she’s only been running for a couple months but I’ve been skating for three years and all I have to show for it is a right thigh that’s 1 ¾ inches bigger than my left and some calluses yeah so sexy dammit I’m trying to not let it bother me even when people come into my room and see my stuff hanging there on my wall and yet still say ‘oooh I didn’t know Janet was prom queen’ its not like they would've believed me anyway that happened years ago so why am I still thinking about it at fucking 6 in the morning and why am I letting something so petty bother me so I set goals for myself and make promises that I’m going to drop some weight and clear up my skin and maybe pick up some nice clothes like hers because I really like her clothes she looks so professional and put together all the time but somehow I know it already even if I try really hard I’m never going to fit in size six stilettos with my big ass feet I don’t want a reaction don’t say anything at all I’m just having one of those days where I need to let it out and let it go Okay that’s all goodnight. # |
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