Posts Tagged ‘school’

I am finished! I wrote a full draft with the help of a glittery pencil, some scratch paper, and, of course, Google Translate! 😉

It’s no secret and I’m not ashamed to say that I need a little help once in a while. I’m proud of what I know in Spanish and I’m not ashamed to say that it’s not a lot.

ANYWAY.

Here’s my essay. It’s long, extensive, and detailed (also braggy and slightly obnoxious — YOU HAVE NO SAY IN WHAT OR HOW I WRITE), just like i know la profesora specifically asked it to be. All I can say is that it is all true. 😀 i’ll type it in here just to give my hand a rest from writing.

¡Hola! Me llamo Erika-Anne Therese de Leon de la Cerna. Tengo veinte años. Soy estudiante en la Universidad de San Carlos. Estoy en mi cuarto año como estudiante de Ciencias Politicas. Yo me crié en la ciudad de Cebu. Yo vivo con mi familia grande de dos hermanas, dos hermanos, y mis padres.

Yo vivo en Cebu, en Mabolo. Nuestra casa fue construida en el año 2004. Nos mudamos cuando tenia trece años de edad. Antes de eso, que solía vivir en Labangon, cerca de la casa de mis abuelos.

Mi casa es una casa grande. Es una casa de color naranja con una negra puerta y un muro de piedra. Cuando entras en la puerto, verá un garaje con cuatro coches y espacio para dos jaulas para perros. Una de las jaulas tiene un perro labrador retriever llamado “Friskee” y el otro tiene un pastor belga llamado “Judge”. El tercer perrer es pequeño maltés llamado “Einstein” que es libre para caminar alrededor de la casa. El garaje es donde también tenemos la lavadora.

En realidad, hay dos casas dentro de la puerta. Está la casa principal y la casa de huéspedes. No es obvio porque es muy juntos. La casa de huéspedes tiene ocho habitaciones. Hay una habitación de invitados, una biblioteca, unas las habitaciones de las ayudantes, un baño de los ayudantes, y un baño de visitas en la primera planta. En la segunda planta es el gimnasio y otro cuarto de baño. La tercera planta tiene una sala de recreo.

La casa principal tiene la mayoría de las habitaciones. Que tiene once habitaciones. La primera planta tiene cinco habitaciones. En la primera planta, hay un salón, un comedor, un tocador, una cocina,y una cocina sucia. La cocina es para mi madre cuando ella cocina mientros ques la cocina sucia es para la cocinera. Cada cocina tiene su propio estufa y su propio frigorifico. El comedor tiene una mesa grande con ocho sillas porque yo tengo una familia grande. El salón es donde tenemos una televisión.

Le segunda planta de la casa principal tiene seis habitaciones. Que tiene cuarto de los chico, por mis dos menores hermanos, Uriel Ino III y Joachim Raphael. Que comparten una cama de dos pisos. La habitación también tiene la televisión con la PlayStation3.

Mi habitación es la habitaciones de las chicas. Tiene un televisión en una cama grande. Lo comparto con mi hermana menor, Louise Bea Frances. Mi hermana mayor, Justine Emmely Clare, vive en los Estados Unidos con su marido, Michael Anthony Uy Tan, pero ella también compartió habitación de las chicas. El baño está entre las habitaciones de los chicos y las chicas.

La habitación de mi madre, Annie, y mi padre, Inocencio, es el mas grande. Se llama la habitación del maestro. La habitación tiene un televisor de pantalla plana, una cama ortopédica, y el ordenador de la familia. Mis padres tienen un armario grande que se puede caminar y su propio cuarto de baño con una bañera.

Esta es la casa donde vivo ahora. Le invitamos a venit en cualquier momento.

¡Hasta luego!

Whew. That took long to type. Who knew I’d have to use appropriate symbols?! O.o

I hope this is proper Spanish and I hope this gives me a good mark.

¡Hasta luego!

Advertisements

ok, Spanish homework time. I like Spanish class, much to the chagrin of some of my friends who aren’t so sure about the teacher. I think liking it is even an understatement. I ADORE IT. I think it’s muy alegria. 😉

So, the homework is simply to “describir su casa” or describe your house. and our teacher specifically said, “LARGO” to signify that she didn’t want some piddly-diddly little 3-sentence paragraph. She wanted to be amazed.

Well, get ready.

I’m not going into work, today, because, let’s face it, it’s freaking boring and, in the blunt and honest words of my friend, Merry, it’s ABSOLUTELY not what I want to do with my life. So here I am, munching on pringles, armed with my laptop and a piece of yellow paper and a pen. The laptop is for when I don’t know the word I want to use.

My motto for homework for this class is: when you can’t relate, Google Translate!

Lol, but I’m no quitter. I really go as far as I can with what little knowledge I have in Spanish and then I translate. Hehehe. it’s pretty handy.

So, despues this new post, I shall make my deberes as accurately and as extensive as i possibly can.

you see how dumb i can be?

Boiling toast like this can be fun. 😀

That is probably like the millionth time somebody tried to spell that part of the song. You just can’t type “moves like jagger” coz then nobody will know the exact feeling of euphoria that comes with singing it.

I love Maroon 5 even if I’ve been too poor to go to any of their concerts when they graced the Philippine Islands with their presence.

Adam Levine, you make me wanna move like Jagger.

And, to Christina Aguilera, I loved you when i was a kid and this song and Burlesque makes me love you, now, too. To be clear, I’m not saying I’m not a kid anymore. HAHAHA. Little 90s child humor, there.

So, because I love you toast-boilers so (whoever you are in the vast universe — IF THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WILL TAKE TIME TO WATCH REBECCA BLACK’S FRIDAY, THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WILL READ MY BLOG! BELIEVE YOU ME!), I am going to posty-post a link to this video that I posted on YouTube because VideoPress sucks and costs way too much. I worked tirelessly on this video of me dancing to Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 feat. Christina Aguilera.

click here!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE MUSIC. I JUST OWN THE SWAG.

A LOT has happened since I last posted. I am now in the fourth year of my college experience. i hope to graduate next March, so let’s keep our fingers crossed, people!

It’s the first semester. I have a paper to make on President Aquino’s SONA. I actually already have a topic in mind, I just haven’t found it in myself to start. I know, I procrastinate. It’s just who I am. DEAL.

I started a Lookbook. I hope I can keep it up to date, I am so lazy, as you can tell from this blog. It’s going to be beautiful, though. I finally have a place to put my outfits (weird or otherwise)… to be… IMMORTALIZED.

Because I’m cool like that.

Toast boilers, I should probably just write this critique paper and get some sleep already, shouldn’t I?

It’s the home stretch after all.

Fingers crossed!

Today marks the beginning of the first hell week of the semester… It sounds evil coz it is.

And to make matters worse, the fuzz finally got the citation they issued me a while back (that they so insensitively stuck under one of my windshield wipers with somebody else’s name on it) right. They’re suspending my Picanto from gracing the rusted green gates for one week! Why? Coz I parked in the faculty area.

NO, IT’S NOT A BIG DEAL. I park there all the time! I got through a WHOLE SEMESTER without a glitch and now they cite me. BOO.

No biggie, though. I did the crime, I’m gonna do the time. I’m a little excited at the prospect of hippety-hopping onto the bright yellow shuttles that carry students and teachers alike to the different buildings in the HUMONGOUS campus.

They should make a mini-movie about it. It should be called “Erika takes the Shuttle”. I should tell Tara about it. LOL.

Yes, I LIKE MASS TRANSIT. So, ha-di-ha-ha to you, you insignificant security-type drones. YOU LOSE.

But, either way, hell week means that I should be spending less time than is normal in school, what with the complex schedule of alternating exams and stuff. There’s another fist-pump for me!

YEAH! IN YO FACE.

I’m so bad-ass. 😉 Judd Nelson would be proud.

Eat… my… toast…