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This had always been my favorite poem.

It is simple.
It is heartfelt.
It is dynamic.
It is real.

I stumbled upon it today and thought that I just had to share it to the candy girls out there.

It teaches a lot about sensitivity. Something we always seem to forget when we gossip the night away whilst gossip girl is playing.
( Don’t deny it girls! )

With no further ado.

COLOUR
By Malcolm X

When I was born, I was black.
When I grow up, I’m black.
When I’m ill, I’m black.
When I go out in the sun, I’m black.
When I’m cold, I’m black.
When I die, I’m black.

But you -

When you’re born, you’re pink.
When you grow up, you’re white.
When you’re ill, you’re green.
When you go out in the sun, you go red.
When you’re cold, you go blue.
When you die, you’re purple.

And you have the nerve to call me coloured?

Cheers!
Jazmin Reyes

Shade the following bubble completely to your corresponding answer.
O O O O
A  B C D

I was never good at tests.
May it be standardized.
Short Quizzes.
Long Quizzes.
Pop.
RnB (?)
Midterms.
Quarterly.
Nada.

My mom already accepted this fact and she understands if the bacon I get to bring home is a failed quiz.
My friend Chris on the other hand believes that i just don’t trust myself and that I should LaLaLove it.
My father thinks I don’t study hard enough.

For a big test like today, where we get half the day off, I study from 1pm to 12 am. And that’s without eating breaks and maybe two bathroom breaks.
I have no music on.
I have no TV or PC on.

And I just study… yet my grades are satisfactory. Not failure but satisfactory.

“So where the heck are you getting at, Jaz?” Hold your magic carpets, Candy Girls!
As the well deserving senior I am, I choose to debunk study theories about taking tests over the years. I will tell you some good ones, some shocking and some very deeply rooted in scientific research and—okay, who am I kidding? These “Test Takers Tips” I’m giving you are purely fictional. Well, it works but only on some rare occasions; but I’m sure the nature of it is applicable to your test taking tumults and conundrums.

TTT#1: C is the key.
Okay, whomever told you that to pick C in tests is a fooooool! Because C is ONLY ALWAYS sometimes the key! But really on tests, take B or C ONLY if you have absolutely no idea what the answer is.

I also prefer saying C for Christ so that somehow Christ can hear my pain and have some divine intervention thus making the choice C the correct one This C for Christ deal works 80% of the time!

TTT#2 : Sleep? what Sleep???
Okay, if you have a test, i swear. SLEEP. REST. Get some sheep wool and roll on them, i dont know. But what I do know is that if you done get a least 5 hours of sleep before a test (well for me, 5 because Im a freak that works too much.) you will have my über bad result in my SAT biology test.

Let’s just say it was a grass dew stain on my paper.

TTT#3: Treat it as a game.
A test should be treated like a game or prank that the teacher has set before you in 4 pages back to back.
You stand through the whole test should not be like the average Bobita Because average Bobita will think:
” Omeygehd. This is so hard. im so stupd and my teacher, the fountain of wisdom is so wisdomful!”

Now, a smart test taker would say this:
” Ho-ho! I shall defeat thee puny easy test! Youthink youcan fool me foo? Ain’t no way that happenin’!”

Okay, maybe less ghetto but you get the point. Just treat it like a game here you shall rise above all the tricky questions because you shall not bow down to a test.

And
TTT#4: Place whatever notes, review materials, etc. Underneath your
pillow when you sleep.

Well, all I know is that I’ve been doin this all the time before my
finals, and I pass every single test.

Also, the honor student in our class does this too so, I hope she
didn’t lie to me when she confessed that she does this but, anyway, it
works!

Did you try out these tips?
Any comments and TTT you can suggest?
Do you live in a boot?
Then comment below and I’ll get back to you very shortly!

On A Magic Carpet Ride,
Jazmin Reyes

Since I can’t curl up with a good romance book that would make my heart curl up in all sides, I go to the Silver Screen. It usually, never fails.

Usually.

FAIL Flicks Numero Uno: Dear John

photo via andromeda-6.deviantart.com

So I’ve been wanting to watch this ever since the trailer. I even read the book (even though Nicholas Sparks isn’t really my cup o’ tea. He’s too much of a slow writer for me.)!

So we went in watching the movie. For the first half hour, it was all fine, then came the grainy pictures for about 10 minutes. After that, the entire movie stopped. Blackout. No, not Britney Spears-style but the they-were-about-to-kiss-why’d-you-stop?! kind of black out. So it came back on after 3 minutes but there was this annoying black gradient thing on the bottom, which completely took out the very, very, FIT body of Sir Channing Tatum.

But at least, we finished the movie. Unlike FAIL experience number two.

FAIL Flicks Numero Dos: Valentine’s Day

photo courtesy of Warner Bros. Pictures

I love abusing no class days, and what better to spend it than in a movie screen whilst being stuffed with guilt-free yogurt. So I was excited to see, the… romanticism… aspect… of… Who am I kidding? I wanted to see Taylor Lautner’s Smile and Bradley Cooper’s Blue Blue Bluueeee Eyes whilst swooning over That Guy From Aliens In The Attic.

Anyway, I knew from the beginning that Valentine’s Day is an overrated film. There isn’t really a story line, and the saving grace was the fact that Anne Hathaway was in there. I thought I would be corrected, but I wasn’t. Halfway through the movie, there was a blackout. It took us 10 minutes to get it back on again and for 10 seconds, we were watching a silent film. No music at all. Thankfully, it got back up again and everything was running smoothly until it happened again. This time, longer. We hear the generators in the mall backing up and nothing is happening. The group of guys sitting beside me is starting to get sassy so they thought it would be good for the mass of the movie house to put on a shadow play show.

I have no idea why they had a flashlight with them, but they did and so they flashed it on the screen and started doing finger puppets. Then there were people screaming: ” REFUND! REFUND!” and my friend decided to join: ” ON POPCORN, TOO!”

Everyone got pretty much fed up by guessing the words that were mouthed by the actors so we all got a refund.

I guess I really have bad experiences in the movie house and I guess I can’t do anything about it. But for now, I have my beautiful refunded money to spend on more yogurt. Or maybe invest in a good chick-lit instead.

What is today?

For the Asians out there, it’s Chinese New Year. (Rawr)
For the couples out there, it’s Valentines Day.
For the singles out there, it’s Single-Awareness Day.
For the Christians out there, it’s a Sundate.
For me, it’s Legality.

For most students out there, it’s the day before Monday.

So yesterday, I got to spend my first Chinese New Years with someone not so Chinese. Her name is Jonina Aquino but for short (because she is fabulously petite) I shall be referring to her in this blog as “Ganda” (and no, she did not pay me to change her name to ganda for this blog.) So Ganda was very fascinated to be seeing a lot of these Asian people eating in a traditional setting. Round tables, rose wood all around and of course, a table full of people in red folding dumplings to be plopped into the boiling tub of water.

She had so many questions about how our culture is and what we should eat and do. Like, eating fish at the end of the meal because that meant prosperity through the whole year. Also eating dumplings for money to keep flowing in through the year ( you can tell we ate a lot of this because we need money for a Bora trip at the end of March.). It wasn’t host-like of me but I did trick her into jumping a hundred times so that she can grow taller. I don’t know if the rule applied to Asian culture, so there she was hopping away as I enjoy my dumplings.

Anyway.

However one wishes to see today, I greet all of you to have a blessed, happy, fabulous, sassy and awesome one. Don’t let Chinese horoscopes bring you down if they tell you its going to be a quote unquote unfortunate year blah blah blah Confucious blah blah blah. I’m a monkey and they are supposedly going to have a tick filled, itchy or otherwise, bad year. Aside from having no prospects for my senior ball, I had a pretty swell day with a friend visiting me to greet me happy birthday, my dad got me a great new phone (since my old phone died R.I.P. Jaz V2.0), it’s a Sunday, I got to curl up with another mind-numbing book by Meg Cabot ( Boy Meets Girl, it’s pretty old stuff but, chic lit is like Chanel bags—they never go out of style!) and I got to end the day with my family and God.

No Asian hocus-pocus can ruin me and my year for:

“I am woman! Hear me roar!”

Rawrrrrrrr
Jaz R.

P.S. I don’t exactly know why I said the last line. It was at all honesty, pretty random.

P.P.S. It must be the bottomless lemonade that’s giving me this rush.

Just this week, I got to end my senior year with a bang. Xavier School, the school beside ours, held a variety show and I was so blessed to have been part of it by being the pre-variety show host with a couple of great people: Sab and Kirk. Below are some pictures and I’m pretty sure you girls can spot out who’s who!

Today, I looked back at the pictures and I realized how much I will miss these pop-pertunities to meet people and host stuff and just be a high school student! They say college would be a big toughie! No more of ‘em catty high school fights and gossip about who’s-dating-who because most of the people would be concerned in more sophisticated things. Company making and accounting perhaps? I’ll just have to see!

But, as long as I’m still seventeen and in high school, I need to end it with not just a bang, but a big bang!

To all the seniors out there, I wish you power to not make the very contagious disease commonly known as Senioritis, infect you to the extent that your absent every MWF. Maybe you can take it easy and chill every after school (as long as you already have a college!) but not too much because just like what the Spice Girls belted: “Too much of something is bad enough.”

It’s a very short entry today, I know, but I won’t leave you hanging. Recently I got a hold of the amazing Alicia Keys’ new album The Element Of Freedom but if I were her, I would name it: The Album Of Complete, Absolute, Epicness. Take your time out to listen to the amazing pipes and piano chords in, “Doesn’t Mean Anything,” “Try Sleeping With  A Broken Heart,” “Distance and Time,” and if we are talking about mainstream, “Empire State of Mind” on YouYube to have a little preview and appreciate!

But since I am just in too deep with “Doesn’t Mean Anything” here it is in a one-click-away video! (Teehee!)

Enjoy your life, Candy Girls!

The currently high-on-something-but-she-doesn’t-know-what,
Jaz R.