Monthly Archives: November 2011

nurturing masculinity

“Behind the story I tell is the one I don’t. Behind the story you hear is the one I wish I could make you hear. Behind my carefully buttoned collar is my nakedness, the struggle to find clean clothes, food, meaning, and money. Behind sex is rage, behind anger is love, behind this moment is silence, years of silence.”
—Dorothy Allison

it’s not like i wanted to hate men. or even hate men now. or hate patriarchy. or hate sometimes the female body i am in. or hate women who serve men and patriarchy. or wish many times i was a boy. or wish many times i could just kick ass on the street. i don’t want these thoughts.
damn, i didn’t want to do all that. i don’t want to do all that now. i do, however, am aware of patriarchy and constantly and consistently stand up for myself in it’s midst. i do not want to be all that hate. be that hateful person. be that kind of hateful girl. that kind of hateful woman. be that kind of hateful human being.
No, i don’t want to be a boy or a man but damn, it takes so much unnecessary energy to be girl/woman many times on this planet. it takes so much energy, so many thoughts, anger, rage, healing, loving, processing, healing again, praying, meditating, affirmations to affirm myself as this woman human being.
i love being a girl in my world where it is safe to be one. i love being a woman in my world where it is safe to be one. and i want to be a woman who wants to be with a man in a world where it is safe to be with one. and be together. sometimes i don’t think that is possible. and this is coming from me, who always says, a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g is possible.
i struggle being with a “man.” i struggle even being attracted to a “man.” i struggle being attracted to the masculine. many times i have wished i was a lesbian. or that i was a gay guy. sometimes, i think it would be so much easier to be with a woman. or just be a nun. or just be a man. is it? actually i think i should just get out of the conversation of easier vs. harder. i want to be alive.

yesterday, i was walking down the street in williamsburg, brooklyn and i see 2 young girls, looked like they were best friends, 14 or 15 years old, coming my way. they were happy. i smiled passing them. a few seconds later, i see the 2 older men walking in front of me, looked they were in their 40s, turn their heads and checked out the butts and backsides of theses young women’s  bodies. i was completely disgusted. this happens all the time and everywhere. i see this on the street all the time. i was and still am so disgusted.

i grew up with my father’s physical and emotional violence. first, i was afraid. then it would just continue and then continue. so then i got annoyed with him and his behavior and my mother’s behavior around it all of not speaking out against the violence.  i got annoyed with being afraid all the time. because i got annoyed, i then got fed up. then i wanted to get even. then i told myself i must exhibit “my power, my strength” just like my father and brother: be forceful, be loud, be right there, front and in center.
ahhhhh yawn.
i do not choose that. not now. not from me or anyone else. and not ever. not attractive and not attracting to me at all. …not ever. i know, i truly know, that violence just begets violence. hurt begets hurt. no more. it ends here. dayum, it must end here.

last week i was talking with my great friend/hermana, Margaret and she came up with these terms:
nurturing masculinity and empowering femininity.
once i heard them from her, i said, i’m sharing these terms with the world! please take them, world, take them and share them and make your own declarations.
i declared that night to the universe and with her, that i was attracting and bringing and being nurturing masculinity and empowering femininity into my space and my life. i want to create a safe space for men and women on this planet. i want to stop feeling unsafe on this planet.
i want to stop hearing “men will be men.” i hate that phrase and conversation.

I got to meet Tony Porter last year for a minute. I thank you Tony Porter for your life and your commitment. You create a safe space for all of us to live in. You create a safe space for me already. I feel much more alive on this planet. There is so much more work to do, so much more to write, so much more to say. Please hold me accountable to make this world a safe space for all of us too. We NEED and MUST do this together.
Please share this website and the video: A CALL TO MEN WEBSITE: http://www.acalltomen.org/

HERE WE GO, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE, Moana. Never give up on that.

Thank you Marie Varghese for this video!!!

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say something (out loud!)

day 7
i thought i was stupid. i thought i was just dumb. i didn’t want to raise my hand or speak out loud. before i entered kindergarten, i already could read. my mother started teaching all of us how to read when we were 2 years old or maybe even younger. maybe when we were conceived? maybe in the womb? my Mum is a reader. she didn’t mean to teach us how to read. she just loved reading to all of us aloud. all the time. i loved watching her do this and wondered immediately as a child,  what was this thing she was doing? and what was this thing she held in her hands? i thought it was magic. what was she looking at that filled my imagination with great pleasure?
i started to read when i was 3 years old.  i too wanted to be able to tell the stories she was telling us. i wanted to tell stories. i loved listening to them. her favorites: William Wordsworth, Alfred Lord Tennyson, and most importantly the Bronte Sisters. specifically Charlotte Bronte’s “Jane Eyre.” My mother’s favorite. My mother has read “Jane Eyre” to us more than 10 times, back to back throughout all of i and my siblings lives. i wonder if she still (re)reads it. I will ask her the next time i speak with her.
oh, how thrilled i was to start reading! everywhere i went, every word i saw, i would read it out loud. “BYU” “conoco” “7-Eleven” “Shasta” “the church of jesus christ of latter day saints” “the book of mormon”—i’m glad that i had parents that were not annoyed by me reading aloud every single word i saw. i must confess, to this day, i take pleasure in reading words out loud. many times, before i sit to write a poem or phrasem i hear the word or words said out loud.  i like to hear things said out loud. when they are said, i can trust that. when they are not, like kept inside, hidden, or silenced. that is when i am scared. they have to be said. that’s what makes them real for me.
when i was in kindergarten, i was asked to go into the 2nd and 3rd grade classrooms to do some “peer tutoring.” when i was in the 3rd grade i could read at a 6th grade level. still i thought i was dumb. i still thought when people looked at me, in my world, they saw a stupid child.   i took this on to middle school, high school, college, nyu and yale, to grad school at columbia university. gained more knowledge. confidence was in progress.
i was asked many times all throughout growing up in utah if i spoke english. and many times, i would answer “no, i don’t.” if only they knew. if only they knew my parents spoke to us in english. their english. their proud british you will save us, the great britain, english. their, we live in america now, queen of england english tongan british. yes, my parents spoke to us in english tongan british. or is it british tongan english? english tongan british or you can say it another way, british tongan english is a language that is spoken in countries where the locals/natives are bilingual (like the country, excuse me, the kingdom of tonga). where at home, with friends, on the street, they speak the native language (like tongan) and where they are punished to speak that native language (like tongan) in school and they learn british (which is not only a language but a culture and a lifestlye). when they learn british, they learn english which is not their native language (like tongan), and then they take this british and english and they vow to teach their children this british and english. therefore it becomes british english or english british. while all the same time speaking, writing, and reading in tongan. the vow was to not teach their children this british english or english british in their native country (like tonga) but the vow was to teach their children this british english or english british in america. yes. not north america. not canada. not south or central america. but america. america, silly. there is only one, and  one and only america. that united states of america. and not hawa’ii or alaska. the mainland. the main land. thaaat united states of america.
i wanted to tell people that my parents speak british english tongan or english tongan british and that is what we speak at home. i wanted them to understand without my explanation. i so wanted them to say, “yes, i got that. i know exactly what you are talking about. my best friend in college spoke that. i learned a few words. i however, speak french arabic english british or arabic british english french.” and i would give back a smile of understanding, relatedness and most importantly, connectivity or also known as connection. i wouldn’t have to ask, “say something in that language, let me hear something” because they already were saying and speaking in that language and i completely got it.

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what i will write

day 6
“Write the story that you were always afraid to tell. I swear to you that there is magic in it, and if you show yourself naked for me, I’ll be naked for you. It will be our covenant.”–Dorothy Allison

what i will write:
i will write my family’s story. our migration from tonga to hawa’ii to utah. then at age 18, i left on my own to nyc with a $1.76 in my pocket. how my family moved to hawa’ii when i was 3 months old. how at age 2, i already got the story, someone told me that my brown skin and my culture was inferior to white and asian culture in hawa’ii. how my family landed in salt lake city airport during a blizzard. i remember looking down at my feet and i’m still wearing my yellow flip flops from hawa’ii with pink hibiscus flowers on them while walking in the snow. how we first lived in someone’s basement for a few weeks/months (?) before moving into Brigham Young University’s housing: a trailer park. growing up in provo, utah. growing up mormon. growing up hating myself, how i looked, how i felt, where i came from, my family’s ways, all the violence and dysfunction, wanting to be somewhere else, always dreaming of other places, things and people. always dreaming of nyc. dreaming of leaving. going somewhere else. my mother’s story: leaving tonga to go to new zealand at age 16 on a full scholarship: academic and athletic. the death of her father at age 16. the first time she had sex was in a back of a car and she thought nothing of it. the second and last person she has ever had sex with,  is with my father. how she has never liked sex. and still doesn’t it. how she has never had an orgasm or maybe does not even know what one is. how i have not not had an orgasm in the past 8 years. how i still do not own my own body and sexuality. how i still hold onto and carry all this shame. how i want to be the one to break and stop all the negative, shameful, violent, addicting, drama y trauma cycles in my family from our ancestors and how it is a struggle. how i am still holding onto my mormon upbringing, rules, regulations, judgements, illusions, truths  y fantasies. how i struggle to express my sexuality and its not clear to me today. how today my Mum is proud of her curly curly hair for the first time in her life. how back in the days she relaxed her hair everyday. how she was not proud of her curly curly hair. how i love my curly long hair. how sometimes my curly long hair gets in the way. how i want to be seen as a person, as a human being. how i want my family to be seen as people, as human beings. how many times i don’t see my family as people, as human beings. how much transformation is needed in my family. how i want to give up on my biological family. how i have given up on my biological family. how much hurt i still carry. how much hurt i have released. how much love i have for my family. how much love i have for the world. my father’s story: 73 years old today. how brilliant he is. how violent he was. how violent he may still be. how much honor and respect i have for him. how many times i despise him and want to punish him. how much i love him. how much i am like him. how much i see myself in him. how much i am working on myself to not be like him. how much i love and i am very proud of all the ways i am like him. how i have created a beautiful family and community and home in nueva york city. how much i have grown. how far i have come. how close i am to you. how much more hills, mountains there are to climb. how many more countries i want to travel to. how much i love people, culture, art, food, plants, animals, stars, elements, science and our world. how i am infuriated now because i am not in the place i want to be with my art, my creativity, my calling, my journey. how its hard for me to accept what is and how easily it is for me to accept what if. how i want to prove myself. how i want to express myself. how many different types of ways i want to eat chocolate. my happiness. my joy and my freedom. these are just a few things of what i will write.
thank you for your listening. and reading.
‘ofa atu.

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new day, new way

day 5: sunday november 27, 2011 (even though technically its now 11.28.2011)
1:24 am. just got home. whewwww. what a magical, beautiful, amazing, gorgeous, splendid, incredible day! (Margaret and I just came out of a taxi, coming home from Van’s birthday party at a heated rooftop bar downtown.)
i went to sleep this morning at 3 am: from 1 am to 3 am, i was having my first conversation on twitter with 3 other people from aoteatoa (new zealand), fiji and australia!!! we were all discussing the representation of oceania/pasefika women in music videos. awesome convo, just couldn’t go to sleep. i promised these folks i would compile a list of oceania/pasefika artists in the usa. i want to be able to just share with you many names. sorry, at this moment. i can not. the list will come. i must do my research.
i woke up at 9 am and guess where i went today? i went to church today to the new day church in the Bronx with my friend, Margaret. I got to see Kevin and Cynthia and their 3 month year old baby. Absolutely beautiful human being. There is so much to say about my experience at this church today and what the pastor shared with us today: love, community, acceptance, activism, FREEDOM.  Right now, i will not be able to articulate each and everything that i got today at this church because i am exhausted but i will share, that i am going back to this church as much as i can, whenever i am in NYC. i was born, raised, and baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints/otherwise known as the Mormon Church. growing up in provo and orem, utah, i went to church at least 3 times a week: sunday services, family activity night, and youth activity night. some weeks i would be at church more than 3 times a week. sometimes 4 or 5 times a week.
<whewwww, i am falling asleep right now as i type this. must stay up and write my 750 words for today. i didn’t write anything in my journal since i was out all day long.>
after church, Margaret and I went to the botanical gardens in the bronx. I love so many things about my friend, homegurl, Margaret. First of all, she is a total nerd just like me. She has a huge fascination and passion for plants, rocks, historical facts, biographies, how things are made–the whole world and h0w it came to be. we have the best nerdy conversations. today we talked about: my mormon upbringing. i got to share with her some mormon sunday school lessons of how the mormon church started with joseph smith in upstate ny and tell her about the book of mormon. wow, this knowledge was so ingrained in me, that i was spewing this out like i just learned this yesterday. Margaret is always attentive and has super amazing questions, always wanting to learn more. we also talked about a million and one other things: red feather tail hawks–which we saw one today at the botanical gardens! i shared with her the leaf collection my brother and i made. and how we always created dichotomy keys with it. i broke it down with her, how my brother and i got to identify each tree by their leaf/leaves.
(must stay up, must stay up to finish this post. i did promise, that even if i am tired, i will still write. i can do this. you got this, mo.)
Margaret has amazing life stories and experiences i never knew about her and i feel so honored to know her. she is 3 years younger than me and i feel at times, she is so much more older, mature,  and wiser. she has gone through grief, like i have never gone through before and she shared with me, one of the most beautiful poems/piece of writing i have heard in my whole entire life about grief. she was sharing what grief is.
today i really got to be present to and experience the great amount of love, abundance and fierceness i have in my life. my friends are freaking amazing people. i am so inspired by their strength, their creativity, their heart and soul.
its 2 am now, i need to get ready to sleep. i am almost at 750 words. yes, thank goodness. i feel my body falling over.
i send out shouts to the whole world today. huge embraces.
***I changed the names of all the people mentioned. i wanted to keep their identities private. I have not asked them yet, if I have their permission to be in my blog.

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a walk ~ caminando

dear world, mi universe:
today i woke up so happy! i woke up in nyc.
you know, i love this city like none other.
and today i took a (self) love walk in fort tryon park.
it was fun. breathtaking. simple. gentle.
life is beautiful.

i wanted to share my walk in pictures.
this is my first walk around fort tryon park. the first of many!
***i love taking pictures of leaves/trees/color/life. On this walk, I specifically challenged myself to look at my world in a different way/using my eyes in a different way/using my camera in a different way/walking a different way/looking at others in a different way/interacting with the world in a different way that i normally do/ practicing being open to endless and other possibilities.
Life has just begun.

for you, from me with love.

welcome to my NYC!
the last picture is called “gingko leaf corazón”

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te amoana

this is my day 3 post. its 12:45 am and even though this is technically already the 4th day, i am going to count this as a day 3 post. is that okay?

dear world, dear mi universe: please read this post out loud now. just don’t read it to your self. this post is meant to be read OUT LOUD.
so again,
dear world, dear mi universe:

i will love  myself like nothing before. self love. that is where i am right now: nurturing, healing, learning, breathing. of SELF. the big SELF.
i want to be in love with myself, have a delicious, juicy, amazing, loving, finger licking, fried and dip saucy relationship with myself. i want to crave myself, hug myself, cuddle myself and say sweet nothings and delicious somethings to myself.
i want to swoon at myself, holler at myself, call and adore myself. i want to admire and worship myself, praise myself and lift myself up. i want to serve myself, nurture and spoon myself. i want to kiss myself and share secrets with myself that i would not tell anyone else but myself. i want to trust myself and make myself feel safe. i want to wake up with myself making love and go to sleep with myself sharing pillow talk and pillow fights. i’m going to love myself like i have never loved myself before.

as i contemplate what I’m going to write and share with the world,  i will say that today, which was actually yesterday (11.25.2011) i wrote a whole lot. more than 750 words. more than 1,000.

yesterday, i acted. i did it. i made some major changes in my life and hence,  i poured my heart y soul  in my journal/sketchbook where i will keep it private for now. i say this, because i always want to keep and honor my promises: and my promise to you was to write 750 words per day for 31 days straight. that said, as we go along this journey of 31 days that Yes, i will write 750 words per day in my journal. Maybe some of this writing in my journal will make it to the blog. maybe most of it won’t. this is just the beginning of our blogista relationship, i’m starting out slow. however, i will mos def post everyday for the next 31 days.

‘ofa atu.
te amo.
i love you.
i love myself.
te amoana.

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malo’aupito mucho ~ thanks y giving

dear world: i’m grateful and GREATfull to you, thank you for giving me the honor, pleasure, challenge and blessing for the vida i got–for each breath and a new day to live life fully. i would not have the life i have today if you were not in it.

to my best friend in the whole entire world, Gabriella Gab*Star Callender, you are not only my best friend but you are the world’s best friend. yesterday, Gab*Star put this as her status on FB: “to be here..with my soul in my skin…creating you… creating me..creating you…..to be in love with life ..all of it …the illusion that it is ..the game of it ..and the discovery of love in the absence of meaning…..i can not help but love you in spite of everything and because of nothing …for this i am thankful, grateful and free.” Freaking beautiful y inspiring. This is my best friend, world. Yep. can’t get better this. ‘Ofa atu Gabby, I thank you for giving me and the world your music, your harmonies, your words, your beautiful spirit, your amazingness to the fullest. You inspire me on da daily, for real real. Also, life  just feels and looks better with you around…you make my heart sing and flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Happy ToFurkey day!
to my Mums y Pops, Litia y Tangata: i just got off the phone with you Mums. i love you all and will miss you all today. ‘Ofa atu ka Dad. thank you both for having me. right now as i write this, i’m getting present to the big life you both have given me through your sacrifice, risks and love. wow. thank you guys! i’m sending so much warmth and sunshine to Utah right now. beaming in Sandy to you all and happy eating at chuk-a-rama.
to my big sis, ‘Amelia Le’afa Niumeitolu, thank you for your call this morning. I wish I was with you and D, making 10 dozen chocolate chip cookies, yesssssss. thank you for never giving up on us, for plowing through and through, from the eastside to the westside sister, i salute you today and will always remember our bunk beds, garbage pail kid card collection, all our stuffed animals, my heavenly kid, Jenny, you picked out with Mum, cuz she could not afford a cabbage patch kid, our Strawberry Shortcake dolls and our bonnie bell chapsticks. yum. sending you lots of fair way brownies today! LA is in da mutha friggin’ billllding.
to Ahimsa Timoteo Bodhran, you inspire me to write, write, write and write our stories, our lives, our voices. thank you always for your impeccable listening, your brilliant mind y heart: your brilliance is mind y heart together, never separate.  ‘Ofa atu hermano ’til we speak again.
To mi created familia, my sisters and brothers:  La Chata aka E-Lo Erica DeLaRosa, loveeee you so much hermanaaaaa, i am so happy for you, haven’t seen you happier for your familia from Tejas to be in NYC this weekend witchu!! thank you for always being here and being here and being here! ‘Ofa atu Ewok-a. Mi hermanos, Luke Nephew y Frankie Lopez of the Peace Poets, dannnnng SUNS, ‘ofa atuuuuuu. You are pure inspiration, goodness, love, freedom, safety, poetry, and PEACE. I love you 2 soooo mucho much. huge abrazos always. Mi hermano, Oja, from a different mama y papa, I met you when when I was 19 years old at NYU’s Violet Cafe, at an INI event, mixing y turning tables, providing the soundscape for that amazing night. ‘Ofa and ‘Oja atu to my brother. You are still on my path and will always be on my path. thank you always for being there for me in alllll times. thank you for your wisdom and your light and always your smile. I love you Brother O. you always got me. to my other bff, Maria Marisigan, my hermana, I love you immensely. El Puente Presente, yo. Thank you for saying yes to working in my sweat shop for my T-shirts. it won’t be a bad sweat shop. i promise. it will be a good, fun, sweat shop. thank you for always supporting me and giving me your best love Maria, for bringing your truth and your smarts and the DANCE–moooooooove gurl, show me how you do that! Mi hermanas and hermanos, Tania Romero, Rafael Landron, Liz Romero, Amaru and Luz Schreiber, I love you OLLIN! I thank you for your leadership, community, love, healing, strength, and FAMILIA. I love y’all! thank you, thank you, thank you, i can just squeeze the heck out of yous right now. Felicity, thank you always for your support! Adoris and familia, i miss you guys. Thank you always Zoe!
I thank all these folks who I have just met this year and they have given me a part of themselves for me to grow: Re Perez, my coach from my Introduction Leaders Program, i love you so much Dude, you are freaking awesome! David Stadler, you the truth and i would not have played this game with out. James Picurro, Ahhhhh James, thank you Man! Mark Skylar, Aron Eisenpress, Wendy, Akua, Nikki, Lisa D, Chad Smith, Queenie, Clarivel, Aaron, I see you and you made a difference with me. Iman y Afrin, I love you.
I can’t forget these folks, you have made a huge difference in my life, you are superStars: William Solomon Orellana, Lizzy Fox, Bethany Edmunds, China Ching, Tressa Diaz, Lah Tere!!!! ohhhhh Yanny Clermont, loves you. I know I am missing peeps, there are more to mention, I just want to say thank you. when i see you, i will say thank you! thank you.
‘Ofa atu MSQP. thank you!
thank you.
thank you.
thank you.

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This is it. Press Start

okay.
deep breath.
here goes.

Dear World: What would my world, my community, my familia, my friendz, my arte, my poesia, my writing, my vida and the whole world look like if I played 100 percent on da daily?
Full Force. Full Love. Full Powerful Delicious 100 percent. Nothing less than that.
UNSTOPPABLE LOVE. Yes. Fulfillment for everyone. Food for everyone. People living their lives powerfully and with great happiness. Yes.

I gave myself the challenge to write everyday for 31 days, 750 words or more. To hold myself accountable, I know that I had to share this challenge and not keep it to myself so I shared this challenge with an amazing, sister Poet, Tania Romero. She said yes! and she suggested we put this out to others, to as many people as we can. And now, her son, Amaru is doing it and her Moms has committed to it too!
I pasted this on my FB and Twitter the following:
Hear ye, Hear ye, mi comunidad y mi el mundo: We, Tania Romero, y i gots a challenge for you (and we have given it to ourselves too!) starting TODAY for 31 days straight, we are to write at least 750 words per day or more, DAILY, on our blogs and share with each other. We would like you to join us! Let us know, right now… yeah, like right now…no time to waste…life starts right now, this is it, this moment….press start

Follow Tania Romero’s Blog: http://taniaromeropoetry.wordpress.com/

I, vaimoana litia makakaufaki niumeitolu, promise before you as my witness and to our universe, our world, I will write everyday for next 31 days, starting today, 750 words or more. I will write to see where I am going and to look back at where I started. I will write to document this journey of Dreams Fulfilled Now. I will write my experiences, findings, journeys, art y poetry to my utmost honesty and integrity. I promise to write, in sickness and in health, no matter how I’m feeling,  if I’m feeling, sad, mad, cheezy, or sneezy I will write. I will write even if I am super tired or if I don’t know what to write or how to write anymore. I will write and share things that I don’t really want to share. I will challenge myself as a writer, as a human being, as a growing artist. I promise I will practice and practice and practice in owning my voice, my words, my mind, my passion, my love, my dreams.  I will write and talk to you intimately even if I don’t see you or even if you are not listening, I will still write. I promise to write everyday for 31 days straight. Axe. Kiss both my elbows. Kissing the sky. Sealed with my paint, blood and my type pad.

Alright who is with me on this????
DREAMS FULFILLED NOW. (join me! share your dreams, fulfill on them,  have a whole community and village join you, support you, and make it a reality!)
By 12/12/2012, I want to have published my first book of poetry and art. It will be called FREE FOOD.

Life has just begun:
Tonight is the eve of Thanksgiving 2011, and I miss my family. No, I do not celebrate Columbus or Genocide, can I see a raise of hands who celebrates the 2? Thanksgiving for me has always equated to FOOD, FUN, FAMILY. I miss my created familia: Gabriella “Gab*Star Callender y Erica “E-Lo aka La Chata” DeLaRosa. One of my favorite Thanksgivings of all times was with Gab*Star, E-Lo, Ahimsa Timoteo Bodhran, ‘Amelia Niumeitolu and Siaki Mortenson in Fort Lee, New Jersey. For real, we did not leave the house for 3-4 days straight. All of us stayed in the house eating the goodness and glory of Gab*Star’s cooking: Soul Food Puerto Rican Polynesian (she added this just for me!) Thanksgiving. The best highlights: Ahimsa and Erica, or was it ‘Amz and Erica, doing their own re-make of Monica y Brandy’s “The Boy is Mine;” no one laughing at Siaki’s jokes except himself; slumber party non-stop, all our blankets laid out in the living room next to each and sleeping on the floor together, watching movies; and having UNO Championships. Yes, the Niumeitolu’s took the trophies; we mad competitive, we don’t play, we win.  On the 3rd/4th day, all of us had eaten everything in the whole entire house. So that is when ‘Amz and Siaki went to Burger King and brought home: 10 burgers, fries, and soda all inhaled in 1 hour or less. Yo, we can eaaaaaaat. They don’t call me a tongan gurl for nothing.
I miss my Mum and my Pops. I miss Fui, Loa, ‘Amz, David and all the lil ones we got: 9.
I send you all love. I will call you tomorrow. ‘Ofa lahi atuuuuuuuuu alwayz. I thank you for giving me my life I have today. paz. salaam.

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