FOIST! part I

FOIST
TIME
EVERRRRR

to road trip.

we are so stinkin hardcore right now. all 3 of us. hardxxxcore. 4/5 hours driving from vegas to california. SNAAAP! and its even more stupid when you have a rental car that doesnt have cruise control, and when your car cant run when its full-on pedal to the metal......

and then people pass you.

like this--

juuust kidding. this is just driving in vegas.
here's the reeaaaal vid--

hahahahahaha im a retard. the car seriously wouldnt go very fast, or it would, but not immediately at first. it took about 50 hours for it to get up to 80. and i kept thinking, k'dang, well, only a couple more minutes. but it wasnt. it was more like another hour or so. always another hour. the way it was always another 50+miles. guh

anyway, when we finally got there, we were seriously delirious..

so we waited near some community mailboxes and did voice-overs for the neighbors that congregated to get their mail.
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HEY THERE! IM MELISSA!
OH HELLO, IM KEVIN.
HEY SHANNON, WHERES MADISON TODAY?
OH SHES WITH CONNOR AT SOCCER PRACTICE.
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nice neighborhood, yo.
then we met the Riveras, soo sweet, i had a toothache. my biggest regret is that i took pictures of a lot of stupid things, but not enough of the people i met. right off the bat they were super cool, like thelly said some ilokano things, and i said everything i knew i knew in tagalog.

the usual:
buntis
bulaklak
mm talaga
ng grabe ka na man
wala ng pera

and now i can add
IKALAWANG CORINTO,
which means, "Hello, I hope you are doing fine this day"

oh but here are some wonderful things from the guilao home.
special things, like eggs in plants, which i dont get, but must be for function.
but if its for decoration, then WHAT IS THAT?! GENIUS?! yeah.

idk who made this cow, but it's quite accurate.

oh.. he. hehe... he...

(((((((((((SALE

best.

anyway, public meeting/W. study was nice, brought back some old memories of when we went there about 4 years ago. except, there are no microphones in the seat for secret answers. anyway, it's a difficult thing to accept the feat of learning another language, so i look at anyone who's willing to take that on and be used with a great amount of respect. you have to be grounded enough in your own "heart-language" to be able to do it successfully. the biggest thing is to be sure not to be reliant on yourself or your own understanding; to never think that any of your own head knowledge is enough. and the motivation always has to be right. it's fun and fine and dandy and fun again to learn a language for yourself, but it's another type of challenge to learn it with the goal of teaching in mind. how do you teach a person love? or appreciation? well, the tools are there, we just need to be willing to be used. we don't draw people, He does. so yeah, the spirit was definitely there, and it was wonderful to witness.

waiting






waikele, CA.


agave stuff with some stuff on the side of stuff and stuff in a white cup




mistapho.

anywayyy, there are more pictures of more people and more things that happened, but it's a crazy time, and we still have some vegas bizz-nassty to take care of. so this is it for tonight, and more will come tomorrow.

crazyyyy thanks again to everyone that made that mini trip so fun.
h33n way, wins, always. uncle roy is the ultimate in uncles, so even CA will feel like HI-home.

oh and,

"QUIT BORROWING MY LEATHER JACKET!"
"YOUR CLOTHES DONT FIT ME!"

for fear that you may think yourself worthy,

you're not.
not even blogworthy.
and ill keep this short and sweet,




you're even more annoying in real life.





and I wish you could put away
any insecure tendencies,
at least for a moment,
to betray at least a cubit of warmth.

HAWAIIAN SNOW///HI-C

soooo, uhhh... apparently fruit punch isnt called fruit punch, but is HI-C? SONIC is more than SONIC, it's bomb. and the following installment is the product of coffee, hawaii-bred kids, and their first look at snow. not the best snow, but snow nonetheless. hard-packed snow, but still snow. snow in vegas, but snow, ok? not nice snow, but the pictures show otherwise.

alona and mark test its density.

the slopes.

we didnt have the money or clothes to be all up in that snow, skiing and boarding and hanging and doing. so we just looked--

-- at the dopest dogs in the world. this is rah-rah. rara? rahrah.

she's mad cute and cool

and this is rara/rah-rah/rarah's brother. we forgot his name, so we'll call him roro.

and this guy will be jojo.

like throwing ice-cubes in the air.

and the ice is so danged nasty at times,

EVERYONE slipped.

so you had to hang on.





so since we didn't have 50 bucks or a board to go on the real slopes,
we stopped on the side of the road and found some cover for a storage bin, bahaha.


and i sucked at it.


alona learned that it's not the smartest idea to rest on such a small branch.
because branches break.



people fall, and shoes fall off.




and some people will eat anything....... especially mark

and other people just follow.



so across the road from where we park, we see an open field with an already-made snowman. so we run, and the seemingly stable snow gives way, and we're stuck in thigh-high snow, unable to move. AHHAHAAHAHadskfh'adoihewr


our blank canvas.



Evolution of our Snowman:


a temporary coke-bottle to act as a(n)... idk.

nikki's first vegas friend

what happens in vegas stays in vegas.






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oh, and this says shilla, but every sign and billboard is funny.
this is just a little shout-out to shilla, who's leaving shortly.
ohhhh, change.

videos of everyones ride down the meeeeaaanest hill TO COME.