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mah name
anna theresa
://eternal
nicknames
ate · resa . bata · nana . banana · annie . mom · butter
screen names
illnanazzz · cpcxthuggette · ibedabuttasbebe
birthday
·12.07·
nationality
filipnay
zodiac
sagittarius
location
new jeru
occupation
full time njit miss . part time wutev>b>er else i do
school
njit 8:1 ratio of boyz to girls . whoa
year
jes finished first yr of college . pheWw
mah statz
imhappie how things r . sexy bitch . hehe
Favorite...
color
blue
food
chicken parmigiana
shows
the simpsons · rosewell · x-files · dragonball z
songs
who do you tell · everything i do · etc etc...
movie
home alone · sixth sense · american beauty · the matrix
| nicknames |ate · resa . bata · nana . banana · annie . mom · butter
| location |chilltown..new jeru
| school |new jersey institute of technology
://mental
| mah name |anna theresa
iight..here's da story wit mah name..mah rents couldnt decide on wah dey wanted to name me..so dey figured dey'd name me after a song which was called Song For Anna..some ish like dat..anywayz..das where mah first name came from..as for mah middle name.. i was ostensibly named after a saint..saint teresa if u didnt notice..wellz i guess mah rents arent really good for giving names coz dey did da same ting for mah brader wen dey named him..ah wellz....
okie dokie..dese arent all da nicknames ive acquired in my life..i kno dere's more den dat..i jus cant remember dem rah now..wellz wenever i do..ill jas put dem in..just like mah real name dese names originated from somewhere..ate: see dis name is a name dat i tink almost everyone i knew had in grammar skoo..i was purty much da oldest girl so i kinda just picked up dat name..resa: dis name came form mah middle name <[theresa]>..i remember talkin on da fone wit mah buddy peanut n we were jus tinkin of some different names for ourselves..we were kinda losers bak den..or at least i was..well anyway..we thought of a lot of names for me but dey sounded cheesy..n i guess we both thought dat resa sounded decent..so he jus started callin me resa from dat day forth..den everyone else started callin me dat..it was eighth grade wen i first got dat name and it carried on til mah freshman yr in high skool..bata: well dis name purty much came from mah kuya yan..i met him wen i was in eighth grade through a vmail..n yea..i guess since i was younger than him..he jas started callin me bata..only a few pplz ever called me by dat name since at dat time i was still goin by da name resa..nana: oh boy..dis name originates bak to mah grammar skool days.. dis gurl in mah class used ta mess around n call me nana..she would act like i was her mom or sumptin..she named my gurl..jenna..whose real name is jen..so yea..wenever i called jen..i always referred to her as jen..n she would refer to me as nana..jen n i ended up gin to da same high skool n dere she continued to call me nana..everyone else picked up on it n started callin me by dat name..so i purty much still live by dat name now..banana: dis name is jus another version of nana..some pplz call me nana..oder pplz call me banana..wutevers clevas..annie: da onlee person who calls me dis is mah older brader..he's da onlee one allowed to call me dat..i deno..i guess i tink it jas sounds a lil gay..but wenever mah brader calls me by dat name..it jas sounds funnie..i dun even kno why he started callin me dat..he says it sounds better den anna..i deno..mah bro is weird..mom: da onlee person dat calls me dis is mah babie
i was born in jersee n ive purty much lived in jerzee all my life..i guess ive grown fond o fit even if ppl say ish a crappie place..i mean it is kinda crappie hea..but it holds alot of sentimental value coz i grew up here n made alot of dope memories...
i graduated from st aedans grammar skoo . graduated from st. dominic academy . which goes under different names n i dun member who made dem up..usually we call it da whore house since its an all gurls skool..n yea..some of dem gurls get around alot n i emphasize da word some..anyways..some other thought up names were skoo of da hardknocks n skoo of [s]ex.[d]rugs.[a]lcohol..yea..das mah skool..now im at njit..yea is a borin skool if ure a guy..but u kno ..im not a guy..im a gurl..im da minority..n da guyz are plentiful..iiiiight..haha..really though.. the skool is boring..n dey give alotta work..but wutever..its pretty kool
://hahaha . inside joke
--:poopsie's "i wanna goooo swimming"
--:our first cake << nana n poopsie >>
--:walkin in da rain in boston
--:cambodian guys in boston
--:sda walk-a-thons << pnay pic >>
--:mischief nite '98
--:[h.o.e.]hunnies of da east coast
--:sophomore sockhop
--:nana brought orange juice to da santa cruzan <
--:newark airport // noel's "okie les go home"
--:philippines day one // noel's "okie les go home"
--:noel n nana ridin a horse fer da first time
--:noel n nana gettin da stomach virus in hawaii after drinkin icee
--:nana gettin admitted into da er after passin out in hawaii
--:"oooootayz potatoes"
--:late nites outside nana's house wit kt the matchmaker and other various ppl
--:nana bein oblivious to da situation durin doze late nites
--:campin after watchin da blairewitch project
--:da familee // krisco<
--:halloween '99 // "trick or treat" . xai's pumpkin full of candy . "do u want sum candy?"
--:xai's trip on da tapanzee bridge << i doubt i spelled at rah >>
--:xai puttin cake on nana on her burtday
--:nana puttin more cake on xai as xai fell in da hallway
--:last day of midterms
--:xai's "oooo honey"
--:xai's "anna open da door" // nana's "i cant . im on da toilet"
--:krisco's "i see xai's sausage"
--:gettin lost on da way ta palisades mall // little falls??
--:"hahaha . inside joke"
--:volunteerin at da franciscan sisters day nursery
--:"dammit ta hell"
--:chelle n nana constantly cuttin class
--:nana's "beam me up scottie" // krisco's " i cawn't do it coptain"
--:nana supposedly went ta see nsync
--:physics class wit ms. b
--:chelle n nana playin war in "p6" class
--:constant letter writin between chelle n nana
--:physics trip ta great adventure
--:goin crazee at washington d.c.
--:krisco almost touchin da statue man's ass
--:south seaport
--:video games <
--:applebee's
--:krisco honkin da horn on da wall at applebee's
--:tetas empresses
--:drama at nana's house
--:krisco n xai bout ta have a chicken fight
--:sex looks like fish . but fish does not look like sex
--:redwood 308
--:"do i match?"
--:"do u bathe in cologne?"
--:walkin gangsta style on nana's burfday
--:first yr of college
--:first semester of college . whoa . drama all around
--:joe's dance
--:eye candy
--:"IT"
--:"your face!"
--:"your face is black!"
--:the parot that said it all
--:winter break
--:dunkin donuts trips
--:krisco n nana goin ta penn state durin spring break
--:joining softball
--:the attempt to walk around campus as the winnie pooh cast
--:krisco n leila sumo wrestlin
--:krisco n joy boxing in slow motion
--:"your my cheeeeeseburger"
--:leila with green hair . nana with purple hair . joy with red hair . joe with blue hair
--:sex talk in the parking lot of dunkin donuts
--:"wut a faaaaaaaaaaaaag"
--:barbecue at nana's
--:sex talk in krisco's car at nana's street
--:more sex talk at dunkin donuts
--:erna's tutorial on seduction
--:drivin ta myke's house
--:myke's turtles
--:"stop that sht"
--:sex on the beach . yuMmM . gettin drunk at steve's
--:leila's driving lessons . professor fat n TA mini fat
--:leila hitting her fence . n everything else she couldnt miss
--:leila beggin nana to drive nana home
--:more sex talk
--:washing leila's car
://emotional
I used to be able to run for endless hours at time feeling the sun on my back and the sweat glistening from my eight-year old face streak down the side. I lived my life with youthful enthusiasm. Looking back it seemed like my life can be most aptly described as a “Walden-like-Henry David Thoreau” kind of euphoria. By no means, did I believe in the transcendentalist movement, nor I did believe that my small little corner of inner city life in Jersey City compared to the idealism found in a pond somewhere in the middle no-where Massachusetts. However, I was naďve. I sincerely believed that the rundown empty lot used as a makeshift car wash —found on the dead end part of my block— was the great playground that all other children somehow envied. Just as all cities grew from humble beginnings, from farmland to villages to towns to skyscrapers, so does my own home.
The lot was this huge empty space of imperfect concrete just about the size of half a football field. It brought with it not only the needed real estate that any child would need to play games of any sort from tee ball to tag, but it brought with it hope for new beginning. For every time my friends and I would step into that now seemingly ugly lot, it brought with a new day of playing and new joys of feeling the wind, seeing the sky, and growing young with every step. I still remember my first baseball game in that abandoned lot. My brother had been teaching me how to pitch a baseball. I at the time still had yet to learn how to catch the ball, but I definitely had the potential of becoming a great pitcher. It was one the times in my life where I gained a little perspective on my own character, despite the fact that I really didn’t become that great pitcher I once imagined I could become. Granted the neighborhood was always rough, there weren’t exactly any streams where fish would swim, and there weren’t trees everywhere you turned, but there was comfort in the trees that were there and in the flowers that bloomed in the pots that people placed on their front porches. Jersey City, at the time, certainly did not feel like a city. Industry and businesses with nick names like “Big Blue,” “Big Five,” and “Big Bill Gates” as eventual it may seem in today’s consumer world was a far cry from the giggling, running, and playing of my childhood.
The questions that taunt are of the same classifications and quantifications that taunted Holden Cauffield. Where Holden would question his place in his world, I questioned the world’s place in me. Did these companies truly change Jersey City? Is a place truly affluent when it can boast the logos relating to JPMorgan and Chase and Goldman Sachs? Who is JPMorgan and Goldman? What kind of people were they? Maybe it’s just that my home was just place where these names could happily reside? Did these people actually make Jersey City a better place?
Understandably, the politicians who run for city office would want to take credit for the fancy names that mark these buildings. Understandably, homeowners and real estate investors would much rather pat their own backs for the great investment move into Jersey City. Understandably, the so-called Soho and Tribeca socialites would find that their place of residence had been upgraded when Jersey City upgraded their own name. Granted Jersey City has much improved from the introduction of the “names” of companies that now line its streets like blocks of Lego toys. Twenty-five years from now, I see a place where I once found sanctity turning into the muggy, overcrowded New York City. I see it becoming an economy driven society, where life moves too fast for one to really experience it and the all the beauty it once held masked with buildings and billboards.
Where I once saw endless sky touching the border of skyline known as New York City, I now saw that skyline touch me. Where I once saw clouds drifting, I now saw endless rows of steel, glass, and building. Where I once saw endless empty lots full of games and children playing in them, I see the IKEA magazine two-bedroom hardwood condominium building. Where I once saw streets named after local Hispanic leaders, African-American heroes, and Asian cultural holidays, I see streets with names such as PriceWaterhouse Way and JPMorgan Chase Street. Where I once saw another city across the water, I now see that city spill over onto my front porch. Jersey City is my home, and although it is a city, back then it never seemed like one. I miss the empty lot that was once my playground, now turned into another government building. What I would give to see the sky again and to run without fear that a building won’t suddenly spring right under my feet.