Pizza Discounts and Spatulas

October 22, 2007
2:32 PM
Food Court, Guam Airport
Snuggled in cushiony chair in front of Domino's and to the right of Big Nama
At a table far, far in the back away from the rucus and coagulation of people

I'll be in this joint for a near eight hours. It's cold and the atmosphere is foreign...literally foreign. I'm surrounded by Japanese tourists and can't make out a sharde of what they're saying--not that I'm trying to anyway. In front of me lies my copy of Steven Levitt's and Stephen Dubner's "FREAKONOMICS: A ROGUE ECONOMIST EXPLORES THE HIDDEN SIDE OF EVERYTHING". Upon arriving on this here slab of tropical earth deposits, I thought it best to equip myself with a sufficient supply of solid and liquid congestible material; so I snagged myself a medium-sized Extravaganza Pizza, a medium-sized Coke, and a large Cascade Berry Smoothie. It cost my currency container paper slit an approximate eighteen dollars and 0/0 cents. I didn't intend on getting the medium Coke, but the lady at the counter gave a shot-out to her half-flip homegurl and gave me a discount on the pizza and gave me a drink to go with it. I really didn't think it was all that necessary for her to do so. I admit that it gave me a sense of guilt. Should I have said no? Exactly. After a brief conversation with her in the midst of what was a tourist-barren Food Court, I think Humanity fell into pulling the heart strings of her emphatic cords and showed her that even in the latitudinal depths of the Pacific, you meet people who remind you of home. I told her that I was travelling alone. I am 17. I was meeting my parents in the Phillippines. I was on a 7-hour transit from Guam to the P.I. I got the pizza to save off buying food again later. And, I guess, that judging from the quality of my facade, I wasn't doing to great health-wise. She saved me eight bucks and the drink would have added another three, but I really think that she really didn't have to give me that discount though. But taking it made me feel as though kindness and compassion really did exist in strangers. After all, strangers are people--defensless creature-strangling sexual predators and open-armed open-hearted earthen angels alike. The guy at Burger King kept looking at me earlier. It was rather perturbing. But, somewhat romantic. What are they called in romance novels? If I were a romance novelist... "I sat at my table, with ebony doe eyes buried in the seams of my paperback. My left hand fumbling on to its pages; my right hand grasping on to the strong trunk of my yellow hilighter. He stood there at a distance. I could feel his pupils dilating as they pushed still air against my airport temperatured body. I quivered. My feet shuffled. I looked up, and yet he didn't look away. Down eyes! I looked up again, and yet he didn't look away! Oh, the hot meaty taste of forthright burning love! How I wished to delve into the foggy mists of the forbidden, cross the restricted areas of journeys, and jump that ceramic-plated counter into his throbbing burger-scented embrace! I natured my appetite for love that day...to a Burger King cashier. To feel the texture of his blue and white cotton/polyester uniform against my skin, and to feel his hands wrapped around mine as we toss patties with his strong metal spatula, melting in grease!...is the only thing that can salvage my crumpled paper bag heart now..." Man, I scare myself sometimes. Honestly, I exaggerated. I didn't swear my love to him. I just thought he was kind of cute. But you know what they say?! (Or at least, I say.) There are cute guys everywhere, but some are only nice to look at, some are only nice to talk to. I yearn for a fair mixture of both. The kind where looks and talkability submerge into a causal relationship where standards are inaplicable to love, and love just is. Do I make sense? Bah. Humbug. I've digressed. But! I've had fun while doing so! Anyway...

lol...
Over. And out.
End time: 3:20 PM

I don't practice Santeria, I don't got no crystal ball

It's a bittersweet symphony. That's life. Te vuelves aire. No change, I can change, I can change, I can change. But I'm a million different people from one day to the next, I can change..I can change my mood. I had a million dollars, but I spent it all.

This is the last birthday I'll spend on Saipan.

So much for turning 17...

____________________

"There's no better feeling than when I wake up to the morning sun, and watch the sunrise in your eyes." -Fiji

"Late at night I lie awake to watch her sleeping, she's lost in peaceful dreams so I turn down the lights and lay there in the dark, and the thought crosses my mind, if I don't awake in the morning, will she ever doubt the way I feel about her in my heart. If tomorrow never comes, will she know how much I loved her? So I try in every way to show her every day, that she's my only one. If my time on earth were through, and she got to face this world without me, the love I gave her in the past, will it be enough to last, if tomorrow never comes? Because I lost love once in my life, who never knew how much I loved her, now I'm face with my regret that my true feelings for them never were revealed. So I made a promise to myself to let them know how much they mean to me, and I'd live with the circumstance. There's no second chance to show them how I feel. If tomorrow never comes, will she know how much I loved her?" -Fiji

From Susan Safford's "Quaint Epitaphs"

"Quaint Epitaphs"
COLLECTED BY

Susan Darling Safford.

Copyright, 1895,

My wife lies here.
All my tears cannot bring her back;
Therefore, I weep.

Sacred to the memory of Violate, by purchase the Slave of Amos Fortune, by marriage his wife, by fidelity his companion and solace, and by his death his widow.

Behold! I come as a thief.

A rum cough carried him off.

Here lies the body of old Uncle David,
Who died in the hope of being sa-ved.
Where he's gone or how he fares,
Nobody knows and nobody cares.

I was somebody—who? is no business of yours.

Pious.

Open thine eyes Lord
I come! I come!

Here lies the body of Samuel Proctor
Who lived and died without a doctor.

When I am dead and in my grave
And all my bones are rotten,
If this you see, remember me,
Nor let me be forgotton.

Under these stones lies three children dear;
Two are burried at Taunton and I lie here.

One truth is certain when this life is o'er,
Man dies to live and lives to die no more.

Submit, submitted to her heavenly King
Being a flower of the etheral Spring—
Near three years old she died—In Heaven to wait
The year was sixteen hundred forty eight.

John and Lydia, that blooming pair,
A whale killed him and her body lies here.

A blacksmith's epitaph composed by himself.

My sledge and hammer lie reclined,
My bellows too have lost their wind,
My fire's extinct, my forge decayed,
And in the dust my vice is laid.
My iron spent, my coal is gone,
My nails are drove—my work is done.

Indulgent world I bid adieu.
Farewell, dear friends, farewell to you.
No more kindness can I show,
To any creature here below.
I am invited to my tomb,
To sleep awhile till Jesus come.


Here lies the body of Obadiah Wilkinson

And Ruth, his wife.

Their warfare is accomplished.

I go to meet my brother.

He got a fish bone in his throat
And then he sang an angel's note.

This corpse
is
Phebe Thorps.

To the memory of
Susan Mum.

Silence is wisdom.

Reader, go thou and do likewise.

Some have children others none,
Here lies the mother of twenty one.

He heard the angels calling him,
From the celestial shore.
He flopped his wings and away he flew
To make one angel more.

A zealous locksmith died of late,
And did not enter Heaven's gate.
But stood without and would not knock
Because he meant to pick the lock.



Here lies Jane Smith,
Wife of Thomas Smith, Marble Cutter.

This monument was erected by her husband as a tribute to her memory and a specimen of his work.

Monuments of this same style are two hundred and fifty dollars.



Our papa dear has gone to Heaven
To make arrangements for eleven.

Here lies Ann Mann.
She lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.

Beneath this monumental stone
Lies half a ton of flesh and bone.




Shakspeare.

Good friends for Jesus' sake forbear
To stir the dust enclosed here.
Blest be the man who spares these stones
And cursed be he who moves my bones.



She lived with her husband fifty years
And died in the confident hope of a better life.

Here lies the body of John Mound
Lost at sea and never found.

"To all the boys I've loved before" - Mayda de Valle

I love Project Gutenberg. I've been able to find priceless online books that would most likely be pricey offline. Here are quotes from a book I found that was dated back to the 18th-19th century.

1. The greater a man's faith in himself, the greater his mistress hers in
him. And perhaps, the greater his mistress her faith in a man, the
greater his in himself. For A woman's faith in a man works wonders.
2. A man to whom a woman cannot look up, she cannot love.
3. Heaven help the man who is dragged into a quarrel between two wrathful
ladies!
4.What a paltry thing, after all, is man, man uncomplemented by woman! Left
to himself, he stagnates; linked with a woman, he rises---or sinks. A
gentle touch stimulates him, a confiding heart makes of him a new
creature. Under the rays of feminine sympathy, he expands who else would
remain inert. Fame may allure him, friends encourage him, fortune cause
him a momentary smile, but only woman makes him; and fame, friends,
fortune, all are naught if there be not at his side a sharer of his weal.
A man will strive for fortune, strip himself for friends, scour the earth
for fame; but were there no woman in the world to be won, not one of
these things would he do.
5. The man who declares he understands women, declares his folly. For, If woman were not such a mystery, she would not be such an attraction.
6. A woman asks a woman questions in order to discover something. She asks
a man questions in order to discover the man.
7. It is not within the capability of man to evoke or to develop the
totality of woman. There are feminine potentialities he is powerless to
awake. There is a portion of womanliness always hidden from him. To her
babe alone she opens the innermost recesses of her soul
8. They say a woman cannot argue. Hear her explain an indiscretion!
9. An independent woman is a contradiction in terms. For
Woman's chief want is to feel that she is wanted.
10. Naturally, Women are made to soothe, to pity, to comfort, to delight. Therefore it
is that To see a strong man in a weak woman's arms is a sight which should arouse
--not our laughter, but our(1) envy.
11. A penitent woman is rare: Even when a man, with his so-called superior reason, thinks he has proved
her wrong, at the bottom of her heart she knows herself right.
12. All women are rivals. And this they never forget. Consequently Mistrust a truce between hostile ladies.
13. Is the star any the less starry to the rapt star-gazer when he finds it
to be a tremulous planet?
14. Speak to a woman disparagingly of her sex,--she is up in arms. Speak to her disparagingly of a member of her sex,--well, she will not be up in arms.
15. A woman can say more in a sigh than a man can say in a sermon.
16. Under the gaze of a group of men whom she knows that her brilliancy
dazzles, a woman, like the snow-clad hearth, sparkles:
Under the gaze of a man by whom she knows she is passionately desired,
like the same earth under the lordly sun, she melts.
17. The women who perturb men most are those who combine too effectively
adorableness with desirableness.
18. As a rule, women are far better readers of character than are men. A
woman will often startle a man by her penetrating insight into character.
19. The defenselessness of woman is a conventional fiction: she can avert an
attack by a look; she can terminate a siege by a taunt.
20.Women--whether young or old, married or single, strong-minded or weak--
are never happier than when they can depend on a man.
21. It often gives a lady a pleasure to give her lover a pang.
22. With woman 'Yea' and 'Nay' are meaningless and interchangeable terms.

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