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The Prodigal Blogger

Guess who’s back and blogging?


The Noble and The Nonsense, moi, Miss Elle.


Joining the Peace Corps has been an experience! However, while I was in my solitude and in deep abyss of profound thoughts, I realized that blogging is of more significance. LOL.


SERIOUSLY. I was trapped in a very TALL tower in the middle of a desert and surrounded by flames that could be put off by the brave one. It was disheartening to perpetually wait and more tragic when my long hair was cut off by Abu Obama bin Lohan aka Kimmie.


But last night. Oh one snowy night (yeah snow in the desert), someone saved me. When I opened my eyes from an eon of sleep caused by too much Benadryl that terrorist Kimmie had been giving me, I heard two guys arguing. Oops! I was saved not by someone but by someTWO.


One must have been angry to the other because he wanted to kiss me. So I asked both of them and one in red was like, “Excuse moi. Ilusyanada!”


But you must be Prince? And you in green must be Charming?


Nonsense! You don’t know us?!?


I’m Mario and he’s Luigi! Gahd!!!


And contrary to the rumors, we’re not brothers... WE'RE LOVAHS!


They kissed. And lived glamorous gays ever after.


Fin. Wakas. The End.

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Hugs, Kisses, Pizza and Manicures.

MISS ELLE: I LOVE posting in your blog. Albeit I think I'm not doing it justice, but I very much am enjoying being able to post in The Noble and The Nonsense. :) I'll put it in my resume! LOL

I'M NOT GIVING YOU YOUR BLOG BACK! :)

Hahahahaha. ;)

PS: Seriously. No burden here. I ♥ interacting with all your readers&commenters. :) Long live The Noble and The Nonsense!

Everyone say Hi to Miss Elle. :P

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So Help me God.

After five weeks of washing dishes, manually doing the laundry, ironing, sweeping the floor and other various household chores, we finally found ourselves some household help. All should be well, except for the teensy weensy fact that she can be a bit ... How shall I put this? Slow.
Slow, literally and figuratively speaking.
Example:
ME: Can you call Mommy at the office?
Helpergirl: O_O
ME: Tell her the guy whos varnishing is here
Helpergirl: O_O
ME: You know how to use the phone, right?
Helpergirl: O_O
*picks up the receiver*
O_O
ME: Do you know her number?
Helpergirl: O_O
ME: *dials the number*
Helpergirl: O_O
Another example: We're in the process of switching residences; and we're doing the move one day at a time. Today, I put out some dishes so the dish holders and the rest of the utensils can be driven out to the new home along with some other boxes.
Helpergirl puts them back in
Me: No! Didn't I put it out?
Helpergirl: O_O
Me: Leave it there
Helpergirl: O_O
Me: Don't put the dishes back 
Helpergirl: O_O
Me: I put them out intentionally
Helpergirl: O_O
I know this sounds really gross, but my tummy's been hurting pretty bad lately. I also noticed that our water has some weird after taste -- like it was taken from the sink (which is definitely not sanitary).
My sister: Why does the water taste gross?
Me: I dunno, but it won't be the first for that water company we order from
My sister: It tastes like sink water
Me: *thinks: maybe helper girl has been getting water from the sink? nah! i don't think she's THAT dumb. i mean, she gets water from the dispenser herself, right?*
A FEW DAYS LATER...
Mommy sees helpergirl "washing" the water bottles and filling them out with sink water
Mommy: Inday, have you been getting water from the sink?
Helpergirl: O_O *Nods very very slowly*
O_O
And the ultimate winner...
Inday is a working student. She goes to school at 5pm-8pm. On her first night out, Mum gave her P20 for her allowance. (She's used to P5/day). Inday comes home LATE, almost 10pm.
Mommy: What took you so long? Where have you been
Helpergirl: Nag sweeper pa ako. O_O
SWEEPER? For two hours?
Mommy: *dismisses the incident* Eat your supper
Helpergirl: *shamelessly devours two whole plates of rice*
Mommy: *to me:* Pubresita. She's so hungry. At least now when she comes home, she doesn't have to worry about anymore. At least we're helping her in a way.
THIRTY MINUTES PASS BY 
Mommy: *to helpergirl* Inday, try to hurry up a bit because you have a few more chores to finish off.
Helpergirl: Is that my food?
Mommy: You've been eating rice without the food???
Helpergirl: O_O
Mommy: Didn't I tell you that that's your food?
Helpergirl: O_O
Mommy: So all you've been eating is rice???
Helpergirl: O_O
We try to understand her. We really do. Mum told me to put myself in her shoes. She feels really bad for helper girl, and likes the notion that we're making a difference in her life. 
Poverty is a vicious cycle, and Mum hopes that inday can finally break it. "If you were up to your neck in poverty, had to work before going to school, didn't have food in your stomach; you'd be slow too."

Which got me thinking. Where would my state of mind be without my vast collection of books? Or without my college degree? What if I didn't get to eat three full meals a day? Maybe I'd be worse off than she is. Maybe my facial expression would be O_o.
It is with this, that I try to empathize and understand. Even if, five minutes ago, I asked her to clean upstairs and she gives me this blank stare again. Then asks me if she's to clean upstairs already.
O_O

And even if, before that, I asked her to make some ice and she threw out the mineral water and replaced it with sink water. (Isn't that different from making ice?)
My mom makes the sign of the cross whenever things get too frustrating -- and she's not even Catholic.
We're going to need all the mercy we can get.
So help me God. :|
'Til Miss Elle gets back,
Kimmie. ♥

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HeyLow!

Hey! Kimmie still here. :) Sorry, but Miss Elle is still being held against her will (we've been injecting Benadryl into her bloodstream); so I'm still in charge here.
I honestly feel incompetent yet privileged that Miss Elle has given me access to her cyber journal. And now, for a little history.
Miss Elle and I go wayy back to pre-pubertal days, and have come to be the very best of friends in high school. She'd always have this little plastic blue notebook with her, perpetually doodling and writing whenever she had the chance. We'd always have heart to heart talks, but it'd start with her letting me read a few entries from her precious notebook. Then one day, probably fed up with having to explain things to me, she handed me her pad and said, "Read whatever you want. I'm giving you 100% access."
Cool. Now, five years later, I have yet again unlimited access to her pensieve. What should I do with it?
Suggestions? LEZZ PARTAYYYYYYY.
***
I'd like to thank those who've commented on my previous post. I was kinda wary at first because I wasn't sure how you guys would react to me. :) Thank you! *I'll try to post better when I have time:)*
So help us God.

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HIJACKED.

This blog is currently being hijacked. Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt. Everyone just stay calm.

Miss Elle is currently being held against her will. If she's lucky, I might let her *and her blog* go.

*evil laugh goes here*

TODAY, THE NOBLE AND THE NONSENSE! TOMORROW, THE WORLD!

*insert evil music here with matching evil laugh in the background here*



JUST KIDDING.

I apologize for the uber cheesy post. I couldn't help it! Hehe. :) Hi guys, I'm Kimmie; the blogger behind Blasphemous Epiphanies. Miss Elle has decided to join the Peace Corps and save the world from hunger, so she can't come to the computer right now. For the meantime, I'll be taking down messages for her and will be "guest" blogger.

This is insanely HUGE shoes to fill since we all know how great of a writer she was, so I hope you guys bear with me.

We're going to have so much fun! YEY!

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My Brain Needs Some Scanning?

~~~ August 30, 2008 Diary Entry of The Noble and The Nonsense, herself, Miss Elle ~~~


How do I say this?

Oh well. Here it goes. Ben has a girlfriend. Actually. Gahd. How can he be so0o stupid? How can I be soo so0o... anyway.

Never mind. Just get over it. But he is such an effin' jerk who for the love of Pete Jose Toto should never ever show his face again or else I'd wring his... OMG. "What happened to your face?" I asked my sister who just got out of her room looking like someone who'd undergone a Botox treatment and Lip Enhancement that went totally wrong.

"Hone has." Just when did she learn to speak whatever that language is? Well it would be difficult to type here how she said it but it was totally like my BFF Kimmie's situation recently. Only that my sister was being attacked, this time severely, by her allergy. I wish I could say that she's got swollen lips but no... it was her entire face! Poor her.

Anyh0o, she asked for a favor - to buy her an antihistamine and I was like, "Sure. But i would never ever ever buy Benadryl!"

"Waah?" That's all she could manage to say, which I could assume as an expression of confusion. I couldn't tell by her facial reaction. Sadly.

So I went to the mall with Big Sister's task. I love the mall especially when I'm feeling down. Why am I feeling down again? Oh. That stupid jerk. Ben. Ugh! Gahd! I swear... I totally swear... that spag top certainly looks fab! I went in to have a fit and yeah, ended up buying it. Maybe I could wear this on Mina's birthday. Or THE day when I hand the .45 gun to my "other" BFF bloggista and watch him shoot... Sale on National Bookstore!!!

Oh boy, do I feel good! I went home feeling a lot better with a new silk bronze spag top and 11 books with me including my very first book of Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore).

Until I saw my sister's swollen face looking at me as if I have with me the cure for AIDS. Ohmigahdohmigahd. Ohmigahd.

Did I just forget to buy her Claritin? Why for the love of Toto did I forget the very reason I had to go to the mall?!? Why? *sigh*

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