Journal #2

Rules of dialect (of my own creation)
1. All sentences must end with an exclamation mark followed by either a period or question mark
2. Greetings such as "hello" will become "hullo"
3. Males will include a :) in their sentences to show they are always smiling
4. Females will include a ;) in their sentences to show they are always smiling
5. The first letter of every sentence will not be capitalized
6. The dictionary.com word of the day must be used  (today's is cordate)
7. If a word ends with 2 s's then a t must be added to the end of the word

Dialogue/Narration (based on page 12)
E.j. dela Cruz walked around Bridgeport Village knowing one thing with certainty. Even though this one thing may be nearly impossible, he was going to do it. He was going to get a free entree at Qdoba for kissing someone while paying. E.j. walked into Qdoba, slicked his hair back, and surveyed the area.

"hullo ladies :)!." E.j squealed.

The pitch of his voice was so high, the entire population of the restaurant immediately turned to view the person that had just spoken. When E.j. had been going over this in his head around Bridgeport Village, he had imagined it nothing like this. All he could think about at this point was his past self shaking his head at his present self for squealing in such a way that he might attract a lady.

E.j.'s face looked like he had just found out that he really wasn't Fillipino and was, in fact, only Chinese. The possibility that this was true drained E.j. of most of his confidence, because without his Fillipino heritage and culture, he would lose most of his identity. All of the women in the room suddenly understood  what was going on with the person that had just walked in. E.j. was aware of this and with the wink of an eye; he was back on his game. He knew his identity was not lost and he would use it to his advantage.

"sooo ladies, has anyone had cordate adobo before :)?."

"what is adobo?. Sounds like a Fillipino dish that was heavily influenced by Spanish culture =)!."

A woman in a bright red coat had spoken, and E.j. knew who he would ask right away. E.j. didn't want to admit that adobo comes from Spanish cuisine, even though he knew in his heart that Spain was vastly superior to the Philippines. His mind jumbled by this, he could only think of one thing to say to her next.

"will you kisst me so I can get free food :)!."

"no, not in a million years =)!."

The End.