GIRL And Her Name Is. Josette. Josie. Jojo. Is Seventeen. Born Thirty Six Eighty-Five (30/06/85). Died Mid-Freshman Year. Resurrected Six Two Two (06/02/02). And Continues to Live. Apparently, Very Moody. And Childish. Not to Mention Demanding. But Quite Reliable. A Procrastinator. A Perfectionist. A Hopeless (Romantic, Case etcetera). A Person. Just Another Girl. More Info on Her?
SOUL And She Has One. Yes, I Was Surprised As Well. Her Soul Cries Out (in Frustration, Sadness, Joy). She Shows Her FSJ through Writing. She Writes Poems. Original Ones. And Organizes Them Thus: 01-10 and 11-20 and 21-30. They Stink. At Least She Thinks So. So and So. Such and Such. (Polonius, HAH!) She Wrote Other Things. The First is Quite Editorial: TVMBML. The Second is a Short Story from Junior English: TCB. The Third is Another Editorial: POD. She Thinks It's Short and Passionate. And the Fourth is What She Felt and Continues to Feel on Occassion: SCD.
MISC And There are Miscellaneous Items. You Can Contact Her through E-mail or Guestbook, But E-mail Works Better. She belongs to the Clique, TOTEM. Her Totem is a Humming Bird. Spiffy, no? Like Other People, She Has Wishlists 01 and 02. She Doesn't Plan on Buying These Things Herself. She Thinks That Anyone Who Actually Decides to Buy Her Something Off of Her Wishlists is Insane, But Appreciates It All the Same. And, of course, Departure. Here Are Some Links. Much Thanks Goes to Her Lovely Hostess, Melcena-doll. Melcena Owns the Following Domains: MIRRORSOUL.NET, GLASSRAIN.ORG, and WYNTERCHYLDE.COM. Visit Her At Once! And a Final Note: Josette Thanks You For Visiting Her Pathetic Little Website. Nod Nod. Muchas Gracias.

THE VIRGIN MARY BETWEEN MY LEGS I've just come home from a Fatima. A fatima is where a group of people get together to pray the rosary. Afterward, they eat food that they've taken most of the day to prepare and socialize. The statue of the Virgin Mary is passed from one household to another. This cycle occurs every Monday. There are many such prayer groups. There is a banal group that is quite similar to a cult. I've been to one of their 'fatimas.' It was a frightening experience.

Well, today we went to a fellow Filipino's house to attend the fatima being held there. We arrived. I knew who the people my age were, but I really don't hang out with the Miami people.

I pretty much didn't know anyone my own age. I said hi to my titas and titos. In Tagalog, tita means aunt while tito means uncle. The titas and titos I said hi to and kissed on the cheek aren't really my aunts uncles. They're just given that title out of respect. Five minutes after I finished saying hi to them, we started praying. We do the rosary and then various other prayers in both English and Tagalog. Afterward, we ate the various foods they had prepared in order to impress the people attending the fatima.

My mom was having fun with her friends, chatting away, as I sat by myself on a couch in the house's second living room. I was pretty bored, but I'm glad my mom had fun.

A lady was sitting in front of the household's computer, and I was aching to get on it.

I'm serious.

I was pretty pathetic sitting there. The only person who came to sit next to me was this frail, elderly woman who was drinking coffee. From where I was sitting, I could see that the computer had been shut off improperly.

That made me mad.

Why damage your computer, people? I was aching to get to it, to save it, but a lady and her little girl were sitting in front of it. At last, they got up. I turned to the rather cute old woman next to me, smiled, and patted her leg. I then got up and went over to the computer.

They would probably have a pretty decent computer if their kids would stop messing with it. I could feel my eyes roll heavenward as I saw a series of shortcuts to shortcuts of a shortcut.

Their computer was so slow, it was unbelievable. At the worst, the computers that I had were never that slow. It was atrocious. I went online, read my mail and whatnaught. Then my mom called me, and I left the computer. I then watched and listened to my mom and her friend talk about what colleges their children should go to and for how many years, double shifts, face-lifts, spas, and what type of nurse was in high demand.

They were speaking in Tagalog.

What a wonder. I sat there amazed. I knew more Filipino than I had originally thought.

Then it became time to take the Virgin Mary home. My mom carried the statue and the laminated sheets of prayers. I held two crystal vases that held flowers. Then my mom's friend helped by bringing the two thick, seven-inch candles and more flowers out to the car. We put everything but the Virgin Mary in the backseat. My mother then instructed me to sit in the front seat so I could hold the Virgin Mary up.

The statue is about two and a half to three feet tall. I had to put the statue of the Virgin Mary between my legs to keep her stable. Then we set off for home.

I asked my mom if she had fun. I found out that she did. My mom works a lot. She doesn't see her friends often. Then we started talking about what types of foods we'd make the following Monday.

Then we started to talk about my sister.

She was due in less than twenty days. It's quite noticable that she is pregnant. You must understand something.

First, the Filipino community doesn't know that my sister is pregnant. This is due to the second thing. The second thing is that it is disgraceful to get married without finishing school first. It doesn't matter what you finish, just as long as you do. Filipinos value knowledge.

So, we don't know what to do about my sister. I asked my mom what we'd say, and she said that she didn't know at the present time. She said that she'd know the answer when they (the vultures who would come to pray the following Monday) ask her. I wanted to ask her if God would give her the answer, but I didn't. I just sat back with the Virgin Mary between my legs.

My nephew is now close to two years old. He was born on Groundhog Day 2001. Needless to say, the Filipino community knows about my sister's child, but it's okay. We don't attend anymore Filipino functions.