fooboograss. and now, two liters of mountain dew to apply liberally on my computer.
my focus is all croakus.
migblog
6.30.2003
6.28.2003
it's now saturday, and the weather's let up somewhat (let's say about five or so degrees). i'm still trying to get over this cold, and that the internet is still not in the apartment. damn you sbc... and here i am having to go to brh on a weekend. ah indeed, and then last night i got up at around one to put insect repellent on because of those damned mosquitoes.
mosquitoes, really, suck. both literally and figuratively. somehow, they're the bane of my existence, since i couldn't fall back to sleep until four o'clock rolled around. i was so itchy and agitated this wee morning that you didn't want to be around me. i would have pulled the head out of a lamb had it agitated me too, but luckily, there were no lambs to agitate me and therefore all lambs were safe last night. for the while.
have any of you noticed that when people get sick, their voices get lower? that and they can't pronounce the nasals correctly (be cruel and ask them to say "mennonite" for you or something. i'm sure they'll appreciate it). i actually think it makes them sound more seductive, what with the lower voice and the raspiness in the back of the throat. it doesn't quite work for everyone, though... you gotta have just the right level of oomph and something else (hotness?) so that it doesn't come off as desperate.
the weather's getting more and more bearable. but the heat is still oppressive like an old white man in alabama, and we'll leave it at that.
i need calamine lotion, a screen for the window, and minty soap (you know, the soap with the minty stuff that leaves you all tingly afterward? yeah, that soap). the summer is definitely here.
mosquitoes, really, suck. both literally and figuratively. somehow, they're the bane of my existence, since i couldn't fall back to sleep until four o'clock rolled around. i was so itchy and agitated this wee morning that you didn't want to be around me. i would have pulled the head out of a lamb had it agitated me too, but luckily, there were no lambs to agitate me and therefore all lambs were safe last night. for the while.
have any of you noticed that when people get sick, their voices get lower? that and they can't pronounce the nasals correctly (be cruel and ask them to say "mennonite" for you or something. i'm sure they'll appreciate it). i actually think it makes them sound more seductive, what with the lower voice and the raspiness in the back of the throat. it doesn't quite work for everyone, though... you gotta have just the right level of oomph and something else (hotness?) so that it doesn't come off as desperate.
the weather's getting more and more bearable. but the heat is still oppressive like an old white man in alabama, and we'll leave it at that.
i need calamine lotion, a screen for the window, and minty soap (you know, the soap with the minty stuff that leaves you all tingly afterward? yeah, that soap). the summer is definitely here.
6.26.2003
berkeley weather is not supposed to be this hot, oh my god. at eight this morning or thereabouts, it was already sixty-eight degrees, and as i was watching the news (and not going to class because i'm fighting the onset of a cold), the weather decided to climb an additional five degrees in the span of three minutes. and boy, was it fun. i opted to take the perimeter from eshleman to cory, minimizing my uphill slopes and maximizing my downhill movement. then, there was logic in evans, and i was pleasantly amused.
if the weather is like this for davis when fall training program comes around, i'm going to die of heat exhaustion.
i never really realized that i'd have to be so busy over the summer. this, by far, has been the busiest summer of my life. on top of the summer classes, there are the differing committee jobs in the band -- making masters for the packets for the library, creating the wall calendar, recruiting people as they visit cal (please join us, especially if you're a brass player!), learning how to teach people as a director's assistant... and then there are my three midterms, my two finals, weekly quizzes, and homework. once again, tons of fun.
we're supposed to get internet tomorrow, so this ought to be good.
mmm, transfer calso burgers. and thanks to the wonders of photoshop and avery labels, maybe a full lunch pretty soon. eventually, we'll be bringing back three-course lunches thanks to those stickers. and no one will know, and no one will care. and the beauty that is tabling for calso presents itself.
anyone have any ideas to give us for sec's comm shirts? basically, it's a homophone of sex, so go at it. and tell me about 'em so we can use 'em too! (you know you want to. just do it. dooooo it.)
and then it was another five degrees hotter, and then i had homework. and then i still had a head cold, and then i still had homework. and then berkeley was still this hot, and then berkeley was still this hot.
someone get me a fan.
if the weather is like this for davis when fall training program comes around, i'm going to die of heat exhaustion.
i never really realized that i'd have to be so busy over the summer. this, by far, has been the busiest summer of my life. on top of the summer classes, there are the differing committee jobs in the band -- making masters for the packets for the library, creating the wall calendar, recruiting people as they visit cal (please join us, especially if you're a brass player!), learning how to teach people as a director's assistant... and then there are my three midterms, my two finals, weekly quizzes, and homework. once again, tons of fun.
we're supposed to get internet tomorrow, so this ought to be good.
mmm, transfer calso burgers. and thanks to the wonders of photoshop and avery labels, maybe a full lunch pretty soon. eventually, we'll be bringing back three-course lunches thanks to those stickers. and no one will know, and no one will care. and the beauty that is tabling for calso presents itself.
anyone have any ideas to give us for sec's comm shirts? basically, it's a homophone of sex, so go at it. and tell me about 'em so we can use 'em too! (you know you want to. just do it. dooooo it.)
and then it was another five degrees hotter, and then i had homework. and then i still had a head cold, and then i still had homework. and then berkeley was still this hot, and then berkeley was still this hot.
someone get me a fan.
6.23.2003
summer sessions at berkeley have started, and session c is in full force. after the first day of lectures and discussions, my brain is stewing with functions and logical operators, and then pretty soon i'll be crying myself to sleep every night because math will basically be kicking my ass everyday.
it's actually very cool, though, since my friend alex from high school is in the same eight a.m. class as i am, and andrea b's in it too. in my math fifty-five class, there's one girl i met named alice who is in the same major as i am, and there's a ridiculously tall guy who has, strangely enough, the same math schedule as i do.
the place was supposed to have internet on the sixteenth, then the nineteenth, and now it's a week after and the earliest we can get it is on friday. someone tell me that's ridiculous and that it's totally reasonable. or not, and just let me get mad at sbc yahoo! internet. i hate them. even though my mother works for them.
you never realize how poor you are until you have to pay nigh three hundred dollars for two books. two! why do math books have to be so frickin expensive? maybe it's the compensation for math nerds not having any social ilves. it's like, we'll pay you money to write more books and have no life whatsoever, just try to make this as digestible as possible to any college student. and then they cry because even though they have a hundred bucks a minute, they don't have any friends. (how depressing...)
there was the most adorable puppy at the asian food ghetto yesterday, and it jumped on hiro's lap and then migrated over to my lap, and started giving me kisses. oh man, puppies are so awesome. it was a cute little bichon frise and i wanted to take it home so badly, but the owner was right there and my apartment kinda doesn't let us keep dogs.
speaking of which, i must hang out at the dog park to study sometime. it's at ohlone, on mlk, and the dogs there are amazing. there's one that loves to dig just for the hell of it, and when it's done digging, it jumps in hte hole it just created. and then there are the vicious little ones who try to maul the extremely big dogs, and then there are the extremely horny ones who hump anything and everything from rocks to trees to other male dogs.
ah. i love dogs. and now, dog pictures.
enjoy your summers, everyone!
it's actually very cool, though, since my friend alex from high school is in the same eight a.m. class as i am, and andrea b's in it too. in my math fifty-five class, there's one girl i met named alice who is in the same major as i am, and there's a ridiculously tall guy who has, strangely enough, the same math schedule as i do.
the place was supposed to have internet on the sixteenth, then the nineteenth, and now it's a week after and the earliest we can get it is on friday. someone tell me that's ridiculous and that it's totally reasonable. or not, and just let me get mad at sbc yahoo! internet. i hate them. even though my mother works for them.
you never realize how poor you are until you have to pay nigh three hundred dollars for two books. two! why do math books have to be so frickin expensive? maybe it's the compensation for math nerds not having any social ilves. it's like, we'll pay you money to write more books and have no life whatsoever, just try to make this as digestible as possible to any college student. and then they cry because even though they have a hundred bucks a minute, they don't have any friends. (how depressing...)
there was the most adorable puppy at the asian food ghetto yesterday, and it jumped on hiro's lap and then migrated over to my lap, and started giving me kisses. oh man, puppies are so awesome. it was a cute little bichon frise and i wanted to take it home so badly, but the owner was right there and my apartment kinda doesn't let us keep dogs.
speaking of which, i must hang out at the dog park to study sometime. it's at ohlone, on mlk, and the dogs there are amazing. there's one that loves to dig just for the hell of it, and when it's done digging, it jumps in hte hole it just created. and then there are the vicious little ones who try to maul the extremely big dogs, and then there are the extremely horny ones who hump anything and everything from rocks to trees to other male dogs.
ah. i love dogs. and now, dog pictures.
enjoy your summers, everyone!
6.20.2003
i miss cable television. i miss my comedy central, my food network. hell, now i really do want my mtv.
hooray for polaroid and instant gratification. i'm really happy how the pictures are turning out, what with all the people wearing either the mullet or the pirate hat. (except, of course, the very fact that each piece of film comes to about a dollar a pop, and twenty pictures means twenty dollars. i guess you do have to pay a price for instant gratification. it's ike an inverse variation between the span of time for fun to happen and money. but that works for everything else, doesn't it?)
and then there are the stuffed dogs, aptly named herpes, chlamydia, and syphilis (fuckers, i'm spelling it right because it only has one l!), sitting next to the tv antenna. i'm wondering where to put the three hundred sixty-five puppies a year calendar. maybe next to the polaroids?
i have approximately eighty-three more pictures to frame and display, on differently sized frames. if you want to help me out, get me some picture frames (any style!), and i'll stick a picture in there. i'll hang it up eventually.
i just remembered that i have a book from the library in my possession that is now two days overdue. i should renew that. it's a good book.
i also have to finish cleaning up some songs for next season's music packet. some of those handwritten copies turned out horribly, so i'm utilizing my sibelius-skills (as it were) to prettify the music copies.
school starts on monday. i've yet to buy books. i dunno what i'm gonna do about that. sell old ones, probably. if worse comes to worse, i'm borrowing a book from someone, whoever that may end up being.
anyone down for fenton's now that it's open again? i hear that the ice cream there is worth killing yourself for. and that, my friends, would be worthy of a polaroid or two.
hooray for polaroid and instant gratification. i'm really happy how the pictures are turning out, what with all the people wearing either the mullet or the pirate hat. (except, of course, the very fact that each piece of film comes to about a dollar a pop, and twenty pictures means twenty dollars. i guess you do have to pay a price for instant gratification. it's ike an inverse variation between the span of time for fun to happen and money. but that works for everything else, doesn't it?)
and then there are the stuffed dogs, aptly named herpes, chlamydia, and syphilis (fuckers, i'm spelling it right because it only has one l!), sitting next to the tv antenna. i'm wondering where to put the three hundred sixty-five puppies a year calendar. maybe next to the polaroids?
i have approximately eighty-three more pictures to frame and display, on differently sized frames. if you want to help me out, get me some picture frames (any style!), and i'll stick a picture in there. i'll hang it up eventually.
i just remembered that i have a book from the library in my possession that is now two days overdue. i should renew that. it's a good book.
i also have to finish cleaning up some songs for next season's music packet. some of those handwritten copies turned out horribly, so i'm utilizing my sibelius-skills (as it were) to prettify the music copies.
school starts on monday. i've yet to buy books. i dunno what i'm gonna do about that. sell old ones, probably. if worse comes to worse, i'm borrowing a book from someone, whoever that may end up being.
anyone down for fenton's now that it's open again? i hear that the ice cream there is worth killing yourself for. and that, my friends, would be worthy of a polaroid or two.
6.18.2003
i want this shirt, oh man.
so far, so good. the new place is taking a little bit of getting used to, but that's fine, i mean, it's nice. i like it a lot, and i think once everything gets settled in and noli's actually living in there with me, it'll be lots of fun. you know, like playing with legos and drawing on the wall with crayons.
and yay for calsos and tabling, since they're keeping me somewhat busy before summer session starts. i still need to get my books, remind me the next time you see me because i probably will have forgotten by then. hell, i don't even know what books to get since i haven't checked my schedule yet in god knows how long. i should do that right now.
the cal band cd is in, and it sounds and looks good, you guys! if you were in the recording session, ask bob about a copy; if not, you go through the good ol' cars account to get it. i think i'll be handling sales once the season starts, but get it since it's, well, you know, cool. cal band great, indeed.
off to table at a transfer calso, promote the band and all that. go bears.
so far, so good. the new place is taking a little bit of getting used to, but that's fine, i mean, it's nice. i like it a lot, and i think once everything gets settled in and noli's actually living in there with me, it'll be lots of fun. you know, like playing with legos and drawing on the wall with crayons.
and yay for calsos and tabling, since they're keeping me somewhat busy before summer session starts. i still need to get my books, remind me the next time you see me because i probably will have forgotten by then. hell, i don't even know what books to get since i haven't checked my schedule yet in god knows how long. i should do that right now.
the cal band cd is in, and it sounds and looks good, you guys! if you were in the recording session, ask bob about a copy; if not, you go through the good ol' cars account to get it. i think i'll be handling sales once the season starts, but get it since it's, well, you know, cool. cal band great, indeed.
off to table at a transfer calso, promote the band and all that. go bears.
6.15.2003
indeed, for i am back in berkeley for the rest of the schoolyear.
no one should ever hang out with their parents for more than two days. it gets to be extremely nerve-racking, and on top of the nerve-rack, there's the stress you have to ttry and keep on the low level the entire time. i don't know how some people manage to be in college and live with their parents, but man, i sure as hell can't. it's nice to see them for the first day when i was in socal, but otherwise, i'd really like to keep it on the minimum. there's a definite newer, more profound appreciation for the parentals, especially since they're my main financial goodness. but oh well. i'm going to be alone for the next few days, which might be a bit underwhelming.
as for the computer, i'm in brh, and there's no internet at the place yet (such is the case with many folk, yeah?). if you want to get a hold of me, the cell's the way to go. and yes, i probably won't be doing much until of course summer session starts, when i would be available past noon.
i want picture frames.
on the beauty that is father's day (cough hallmark holiday cough), my dad is in the philippines, and my stepdad and i have communication issues. suffice to say that father's day is making my life just a bit more miserable, but still fun. if by fun of course you mean depressing.
my stepdad, in spite of helping me move in to my new place and buying me new things, has my respect and a bit of caring. as for love, i don't know. like the old bullshit goes, 'only time can tell,' but i sure do hope that whatever relationsship we have doesn't ever turn sour. it's not that i don't like him nor is it that he doesn't talk to me. my brother and i think that it's that he has a social anxiety disorder (and therefore we need to get him a prescription of paxil or something). i hope it's that, because we never really talk about much. all i know is that he lived in maryland when he was around seventeen and that he was a systems analyst as soon as he graduated.
well. on to better things. this week should be fun. buying books again, yippee. and maybe even a calso or two.
i'm hungry. time to eat.
no one should ever hang out with their parents for more than two days. it gets to be extremely nerve-racking, and on top of the nerve-rack, there's the stress you have to ttry and keep on the low level the entire time. i don't know how some people manage to be in college and live with their parents, but man, i sure as hell can't. it's nice to see them for the first day when i was in socal, but otherwise, i'd really like to keep it on the minimum. there's a definite newer, more profound appreciation for the parentals, especially since they're my main financial goodness. but oh well. i'm going to be alone for the next few days, which might be a bit underwhelming.
as for the computer, i'm in brh, and there's no internet at the place yet (such is the case with many folk, yeah?). if you want to get a hold of me, the cell's the way to go. and yes, i probably won't be doing much until of course summer session starts, when i would be available past noon.
i want picture frames.
on the beauty that is father's day (cough hallmark holiday cough), my dad is in the philippines, and my stepdad and i have communication issues. suffice to say that father's day is making my life just a bit more miserable, but still fun. if by fun of course you mean depressing.
my stepdad, in spite of helping me move in to my new place and buying me new things, has my respect and a bit of caring. as for love, i don't know. like the old bullshit goes, 'only time can tell,' but i sure do hope that whatever relationsship we have doesn't ever turn sour. it's not that i don't like him nor is it that he doesn't talk to me. my brother and i think that it's that he has a social anxiety disorder (and therefore we need to get him a prescription of paxil or something). i hope it's that, because we never really talk about much. all i know is that he lived in maryland when he was around seventeen and that he was a systems analyst as soon as he graduated.
well. on to better things. this week should be fun. buying books again, yippee. and maybe even a calso or two.
i'm hungry. time to eat.
6.13.2003
do you say "happy friday the thirteenth" or "have bad luck today?"
woke up about an hour ago, to the tune of the gardener outside with his weedwhacker buzzing incessantly. i made do without an alarm clock all this week -- next week's the trouble of trying to get up in time for an eight o'clock class.
southern california was fun and all, but i'm way past over it. sure, i have a car and i can get around the area, but there's nothing to do here. everything's so spread out that you can't really enjoy yourself when the time comes. and when it does, you try so hard to have fun and meet up with other people, but things and plans really never fall through. i did, however, accomplish my goal of being outside of the house more than half the time, and i did get to meet up and hang out with a few of my very best friends.
i leave for berkeley today. to quote brian quoting alison, "exciting-ness."
it's a bit different this time, since half my room is gone (the desk was dismantled and the tv stand along with it) because i'm bringing it up to pretty up the new place. my room will just be one more place for my parents to store stuff. oh wait, no, they already do that, even when i'm here, so i guess it's not that big a deal. they really will just have more empty room for boxes and clothes and useless junk. i'm thinking we need to hold a garage sale soon.
my sustenance for this past week has been the glory that is comedy central. conan in the afternoon is fantastic, and dave attell at night is hilarious. then of course, there's the daily show which just totally cracks me up. sometimes i'd switch over to the food network just for kicks, but soon enough i'm back laughing my ass of on those stand-up comedians they have every afternoon.
well, at any rate, it was good to see people whom i haven't seen in ages upon ages. but to the people i didn't see, the very important people i didn't see, this just means that i'm going to have to come back sometime in the near future to finally meet up with you guys. we'll talk, we'll have fun. maybe we might even go to disneyland and look up just to freak people out ("you guys are insane!"). in any case, we'll see each other soon, i promise.
time to finish boxing up things. packing and repacking, such a concept. give me a call today -- you might end up reaching me somewhere in the middle of the central valley or maybe even in the environs of berkeley. anyway, expect another one of these soon. hanging out with family gets old and tiring after two days.
woo, going back!
woke up about an hour ago, to the tune of the gardener outside with his weedwhacker buzzing incessantly. i made do without an alarm clock all this week -- next week's the trouble of trying to get up in time for an eight o'clock class.
southern california was fun and all, but i'm way past over it. sure, i have a car and i can get around the area, but there's nothing to do here. everything's so spread out that you can't really enjoy yourself when the time comes. and when it does, you try so hard to have fun and meet up with other people, but things and plans really never fall through. i did, however, accomplish my goal of being outside of the house more than half the time, and i did get to meet up and hang out with a few of my very best friends.
i leave for berkeley today. to quote brian quoting alison, "exciting-ness."
it's a bit different this time, since half my room is gone (the desk was dismantled and the tv stand along with it) because i'm bringing it up to pretty up the new place. my room will just be one more place for my parents to store stuff. oh wait, no, they already do that, even when i'm here, so i guess it's not that big a deal. they really will just have more empty room for boxes and clothes and useless junk. i'm thinking we need to hold a garage sale soon.
my sustenance for this past week has been the glory that is comedy central. conan in the afternoon is fantastic, and dave attell at night is hilarious. then of course, there's the daily show which just totally cracks me up. sometimes i'd switch over to the food network just for kicks, but soon enough i'm back laughing my ass of on those stand-up comedians they have every afternoon.
well, at any rate, it was good to see people whom i haven't seen in ages upon ages. but to the people i didn't see, the very important people i didn't see, this just means that i'm going to have to come back sometime in the near future to finally meet up with you guys. we'll talk, we'll have fun. maybe we might even go to disneyland and look up just to freak people out ("you guys are insane!"). in any case, we'll see each other soon, i promise.
time to finish boxing up things. packing and repacking, such a concept. give me a call today -- you might end up reaching me somewhere in the middle of the central valley or maybe even in the environs of berkeley. anyway, expect another one of these soon. hanging out with family gets old and tiring after two days.
woo, going back!
6.09.2003
so many things on my head today... i guess i'm just really anxious to go back up to berkeley.
i've been here less than a week, and i already feel as if i've worn out my welcome. not that i don't like southern california, it's just not one of my favorite places right now. despite the good times with the friends, like when i got in and there was karaoke and goodness, there's really absolutely nothing to do. besides the fact that i have no motivation nor want to do anything while i'm here,it's a blast. especially when you're re-meeting relatives and having to introduce yourself as the kid who goes to berkeley for the umpteenth time. good news for me, though, is that i might come back this weekend. there's a very good chance of that occuring.
i am so bored, oh my god.
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anyone else see the mtv movie awards when they aired on thursday? i had a few things to point out:
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"oh, so that's what bisexuality is."
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group of friends number one: the friends i will never forget. the old lunch group of three years ago, the one that reveled in the joys of fruit pu and knew who christina delgado was. unfortunately, ther seemed to be a rift which split the group in half, resulting in subgroup a (the south coast plaza ex-band folk: mikey, carie, mooni and nate) and subgroup b (the ones who stuck through with band: kenny, ryan, victoria, and me!). i'm still very happy, though, that i got to hang out with at least half of these people, so far. maybe i'll be able to see the other half soon.
group of friends number two: even more friends i will never forget. john and megan, the two people i consider to be best friends and best friends. i will always have good times with these geeks, because we came together in a way i would never have expected. circumstances may drive the three of us farther and farther apart, but in my heart and mind they'll be forever present, no matter the scenario. you guys rock.
group of friends number three: high schoolers! for all the headaches you gave me (and still do give me), you kids are awesome. it was cool to see you all enjoying yourselves at andrea's party. it was as if i were transported back a year, and it was just another weekend get-together. good times, good times. always keep smiling for me, guys and girls.
group of friends number four: the honors crowd, woot. you kids are all over the place and are still taking finals while i do this vacation thing. we might not see each other, but we're all still cool. hopefully a little rndom hi here or there will pop up and we'll talk. we'll definitely talk.
group of friends number five: the random fun people i've met and have acquainted myself with over these few years of my existence. you know who you are: arrowbearites, drum major campers, random kids i met from different countries, handshake friends (you know, the ones you meet solely by the handshake), exes, casual dates. i probably won't say a word to some of you, and some of you, i still hold a dear place in my heart. whatever the case may be, you've still helped me shape myself into who i am today.
group of friends number six: cal buddies, mainly the extension kids. we were survivors. we still kick ass. and you must let the rest of the world know about it.
group of friends number seven: the band. and in every aforementioned category, there's at the very least one bandsman in there, whether it be from middle school or high school or college. there's a common culture that only we'll eer know about, and i am very proud to be a part of that. you all are awesome.
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i'm filipino. there. i said it. as if i were in a meeting of alcoholics anonymous and that it was a problem. nope, not at all. i'm very proud of my culture and ethnic background, if i may say so myself. filipino. what does it mean to me? i don't know. it's a big part of me, this thing i don't quite know how to expound on. being filipino and growing up filipino, that's totally different. even labeling myself as a filipino rather than a filipino-american (even though i am a citizen of this country), that's a tough call.
being filipino, to me, is having those phenotypic characteristics that make you, well, filipino. running through your veins is this history of spanish colonization for close to 400 years, japanese occupation, an obsolete writing system, americanization, economic fallout, non-violent protesting, roman catholicism, and magellan. one of your ancestors experienced one of those things, and that's why you're filipino. someone who, in the process of your coming to being, was himself or herself filipino.
now, growing up filipino, that's much more different. i guess i have bragging rights because i actually did grow up in the philippines, but that's beside the point. the culture being instilled in you, learning how to put an elder's hand to your forehead as a sign of respect, how to appreciate lumpia and pansit and adobo, going through a cotillion (if you're a girl, of course), most likely going through some form of catechism, hearing languages you never even knew existed. to me, this was growing up filipino. and i'm not saying that it's the only way, but it's one.
learning the language connects you to your culture that much more. i'm sure you can relate if you're bilingual or studying a language for the cultural aspect. but in all seriousness, i am very grateful that i learned how to speak both english and tagalog when i was growing up. i still speak it at home, but i fear that i'm going to lose touch with that side of my culture when i have children who won't understand a single word of tagalog.
well, i guess i'll just have to teach them, huh?
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karaoke looks to be a fun activity especially when you're trashed, as in the state of being trashed-beyond-comprehension. good times.
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my brother has a friend who is hideously ugly. it's not even funny how ugly he is, i mean, it's the fish eyes, every time he smiles there's both sets of gums, the nose is a bi too upturned and flat at the same time, the hair doesn't work, there's earring where there shouldn't be earrings, there's acne, and there's the asshole attitude that thinks "i'm hot shit and i'm better than you" all the time.
if only he realized that he's not hot at all, that he will probably get a face slapping rather than a number, and that no woman in her right mind will let him ravage her inguinal area, he would be a cool guy. it's sad that he thinks so highly of himself. it'll just lead to a life of further ugliness. and that's just sad.
honestly though, we're talking shit-faced fugly here. as my grandmother eloquently put it, "he looks as if he's going to be shot out of a cannon. he'll scare you in the middle of high noon." (which, of course, would imply that he's so pug-fugly that in broad daylight you'd get the bajeezus scared out of you if you gave him the time of day.) ah, senior citizens and their crazy quips.
and yes, i'm very glad that he's my brother's friend, and not mine.
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berkeley people, i miss you. berkeley, i miss you.
i miss you.
i've been here less than a week, and i already feel as if i've worn out my welcome. not that i don't like southern california, it's just not one of my favorite places right now. despite the good times with the friends, like when i got in and there was karaoke and goodness, there's really absolutely nothing to do. besides the fact that i have no motivation nor want to do anything while i'm here,
i am so bored, oh my god.
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anyone else see the mtv movie awards when they aired on thursday? i had a few things to point out:
- yoda is still cool. especially after he said "represent."
- adrien brody reminds me a lot of cousin balkie from perfect strangers. especially from a side angle.
- pink licking that other girl's face was kinda hot.
- when did hugh jackman look like jesus?
- eminem. i don't listen to his music, but the fact that he's making it, i respect that.
- samara, even not in character, is still scary, that bitch.
- so many hot people: famke janssen, seann william scott, demi moore (!!!), paul walker, beyonce knowles, ashton kutcher, jennifer garner, colin farrell... i can go on for a while.
- amanda bynes + hilary duff + t.a.t.u. = every boy's fantasy. thanks for the schoolgirl costumes, and the eventual removal, jumping around, and kissing.
- lord of the rings?!? what the fuck?
- more ass.
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"oh, so that's what bisexuality is."
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group of friends number one: the friends i will never forget. the old lunch group of three years ago, the one that reveled in the joys of fruit pu and knew who christina delgado was. unfortunately, ther seemed to be a rift which split the group in half, resulting in subgroup a (the south coast plaza ex-band folk: mikey, carie, mooni and nate) and subgroup b (the ones who stuck through with band: kenny, ryan, victoria, and me!). i'm still very happy, though, that i got to hang out with at least half of these people, so far. maybe i'll be able to see the other half soon.
group of friends number two: even more friends i will never forget. john and megan, the two people i consider to be best friends and best friends. i will always have good times with these geeks, because we came together in a way i would never have expected. circumstances may drive the three of us farther and farther apart, but in my heart and mind they'll be forever present, no matter the scenario. you guys rock.
group of friends number three: high schoolers! for all the headaches you gave me (and still do give me), you kids are awesome. it was cool to see you all enjoying yourselves at andrea's party. it was as if i were transported back a year, and it was just another weekend get-together. good times, good times. always keep smiling for me, guys and girls.
group of friends number four: the honors crowd, woot. you kids are all over the place and are still taking finals while i do this vacation thing. we might not see each other, but we're all still cool. hopefully a little rndom hi here or there will pop up and we'll talk. we'll definitely talk.
group of friends number five: the random fun people i've met and have acquainted myself with over these few years of my existence. you know who you are: arrowbearites, drum major campers, random kids i met from different countries, handshake friends (you know, the ones you meet solely by the handshake), exes, casual dates. i probably won't say a word to some of you, and some of you, i still hold a dear place in my heart. whatever the case may be, you've still helped me shape myself into who i am today.
group of friends number six: cal buddies, mainly the extension kids. we were survivors. we still kick ass. and you must let the rest of the world know about it.
group of friends number seven: the band. and in every aforementioned category, there's at the very least one bandsman in there, whether it be from middle school or high school or college. there's a common culture that only we'll eer know about, and i am very proud to be a part of that. you all are awesome.
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i'm filipino. there. i said it. as if i were in a meeting of alcoholics anonymous and that it was a problem. nope, not at all. i'm very proud of my culture and ethnic background, if i may say so myself. filipino. what does it mean to me? i don't know. it's a big part of me, this thing i don't quite know how to expound on. being filipino and growing up filipino, that's totally different. even labeling myself as a filipino rather than a filipino-american (even though i am a citizen of this country), that's a tough call.
being filipino, to me, is having those phenotypic characteristics that make you, well, filipino. running through your veins is this history of spanish colonization for close to 400 years, japanese occupation, an obsolete writing system, americanization, economic fallout, non-violent protesting, roman catholicism, and magellan. one of your ancestors experienced one of those things, and that's why you're filipino. someone who, in the process of your coming to being, was himself or herself filipino.
now, growing up filipino, that's much more different. i guess i have bragging rights because i actually did grow up in the philippines, but that's beside the point. the culture being instilled in you, learning how to put an elder's hand to your forehead as a sign of respect, how to appreciate lumpia and pansit and adobo, going through a cotillion (if you're a girl, of course), most likely going through some form of catechism, hearing languages you never even knew existed. to me, this was growing up filipino. and i'm not saying that it's the only way, but it's one.
learning the language connects you to your culture that much more. i'm sure you can relate if you're bilingual or studying a language for the cultural aspect. but in all seriousness, i am very grateful that i learned how to speak both english and tagalog when i was growing up. i still speak it at home, but i fear that i'm going to lose touch with that side of my culture when i have children who won't understand a single word of tagalog.
well, i guess i'll just have to teach them, huh?
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karaoke looks to be a fun activity especially when you're trashed, as in the state of being trashed-beyond-comprehension. good times.
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my brother has a friend who is hideously ugly. it's not even funny how ugly he is, i mean, it's the fish eyes, every time he smiles there's both sets of gums, the nose is a bi too upturned and flat at the same time, the hair doesn't work, there's earring where there shouldn't be earrings, there's acne, and there's the asshole attitude that thinks "i'm hot shit and i'm better than you" all the time.
if only he realized that he's not hot at all, that he will probably get a face slapping rather than a number, and that no woman in her right mind will let him ravage her inguinal area, he would be a cool guy. it's sad that he thinks so highly of himself. it'll just lead to a life of further ugliness. and that's just sad.
honestly though, we're talking shit-faced fugly here. as my grandmother eloquently put it, "he looks as if he's going to be shot out of a cannon. he'll scare you in the middle of high noon." (which, of course, would imply that he's so pug-fugly that in broad daylight you'd get the bajeezus scared out of you if you gave him the time of day.) ah, senior citizens and their crazy quips.
and yes, i'm very glad that he's my brother's friend, and not mine.
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berkeley people, i miss you. berkeley, i miss you.
i miss you.
6.04.2003
this would be part two of today's entries.
wow, i'm back in my house and on this beautiful communal computer. it feels weird; once i stepped in the house, there was this reminiscent scent of the room spray they use in the living room. but the routine of being in the house came back to me. the recycling bin is always on the left, my tv is operated by a remote, and i have no internet access in my room. it's weird to come back, sit down on your own bed (with new sheets!), and flip through a new cable service. i hate having to re-memorize channels, it's just too tedious.
being back isn't as bad as i thought it would be, but then, i haven't even seen my mom yet, and so that might get things to start, uh, "rolling." thanks to jon, i got to the airport with no hassles. i was right on time for boarding -- i got there, they hand me my ticket, and all of a sudden they tell me to go to the tsa line. five minutes until boarding, and i get checked. take your shoes off, sir, no, and your jacket too, extend your right leg, extend your arms to the sides please, this way please, step to the left...
i got to the gate with no time to spare. they had pretty much boarded everyone, except me.
then the guys i were sitting next to would not stop talking about the wonders of neosporin because it apparently is the most beautiful miracle drug on the face of this ungodly planet. i wanted to smack myself twice. it was not beautiful, although the directv and snacks on the jetBlue flight down weren't bad at all.
my borther picked me up, and now i'm here, chilling at home, saying the requisite his and hellos to relatives i don't know. then tonight, i have a feeling i'll be doing some mad karaoke, and some badly-needed catching up with good friends i haven't seen nore even talked to for a while.
"why are you even going back home, then?"
i guess it's just one of those things you need to do once in a while. it's good for the mind, it's good for the spirit. not necessarily the body, but who cares about that, right?
two weeks to go. go bears.
wow, i'm back in my house and on this beautiful communal computer. it feels weird; once i stepped in the house, there was this reminiscent scent of the room spray they use in the living room. but the routine of being in the house came back to me. the recycling bin is always on the left, my tv is operated by a remote, and i have no internet access in my room. it's weird to come back, sit down on your own bed (with new sheets!), and flip through a new cable service. i hate having to re-memorize channels, it's just too tedious.
being back isn't as bad as i thought it would be, but then, i haven't even seen my mom yet, and so that might get things to start, uh, "rolling." thanks to jon, i got to the airport with no hassles. i was right on time for boarding -- i got there, they hand me my ticket, and all of a sudden they tell me to go to the tsa line. five minutes until boarding, and i get checked. take your shoes off, sir, no, and your jacket too, extend your right leg, extend your arms to the sides please, this way please, step to the left...
i got to the gate with no time to spare. they had pretty much boarded everyone, except me.
then the guys i were sitting next to would not stop talking about the wonders of neosporin because it apparently is the most beautiful miracle drug on the face of this ungodly planet. i wanted to smack myself twice. it was not beautiful, although the directv and snacks on the jetBlue flight down weren't bad at all.
my borther picked me up, and now i'm here, chilling at home, saying the requisite his and hellos to relatives i don't know. then tonight, i have a feeling i'll be doing some mad karaoke, and some badly-needed catching up with good friends i haven't seen nore even talked to for a while.
"why are you even going back home, then?"
i guess it's just one of those things you need to do once in a while. it's good for the mind, it's good for the spirit. not necessarily the body, but who cares about that, right?
two weeks to go. go bears.
going to anaheim for two weeks. i said to people that i'd be back on either the nineteenth or twentieth, but it'll probably be earlier than that. i don't think i'll be able to do much in socal, considering i still have a few kinks to work out with parents and friends and finances and such. it will be, at the very least, an interesting trip.
i'm leaving for oakland airport in about forty minutes. weird how i can veritably count the minutes per minute, just watching that second hand tick away my last few moments of living here in th and on northside. man, i'm going to miss this place. a lot.
in a few hours, i'll be in long beach airport (go jet blue!) to meet up with my mom, and then we'll head back to anaheim to enjoy some "family time" with more relatives i don't know. i'll be smiling for pictures and shaking hands and giving kisses, but at the end of it all, i still won't know who they are, nor remember their names. i'll just call them all 'tito' and 'tita,' it seems to work in any situation.
one of the very first things on the agenda: pick up my high school diploma (yes, i haven't taken care of that yet!); otherwise i will hurt myself. it's been forever since last year, if that makes any sense, and i know the campus administration won't be happy to see me this late picking up last year's diploma, considering how graduation for the high school class of two thousand three is in ten days.
expect yet another post later today. i have a feeling i'll be blogging much more often over the next two weeks.
i already miss all of you guys.
i'm leaving for oakland airport in about forty minutes. weird how i can veritably count the minutes per minute, just watching that second hand tick away my last few moments of living here in th and on northside. man, i'm going to miss this place. a lot.
in a few hours, i'll be in long beach airport (go jet blue!) to meet up with my mom, and then we'll head back to anaheim to enjoy some "family time" with more relatives i don't know. i'll be smiling for pictures and shaking hands and giving kisses, but at the end of it all, i still won't know who they are, nor remember their names. i'll just call them all 'tito' and 'tita,' it seems to work in any situation.
one of the very first things on the agenda: pick up my high school diploma (yes, i haven't taken care of that yet!); otherwise i will hurt myself. it's been forever since last year, if that makes any sense, and i know the campus administration won't be happy to see me this late picking up last year's diploma, considering how graduation for the high school class of two thousand three is in ten days.
expect yet another post later today. i have a feeling i'll be blogging much more often over the next two weeks.
i already miss all of you guys.
6.03.2003
before you do anything else, read sam's novel if you're into "high fantasy" fiction. i guarantee you'll like it if you're even a semblance of a lotr or final fantasy freak. but now, onto more pensive thoughts.
it really does only feel as if a few weeks ago i moved in to room twelve, but now that i'm packing things up and cleaning the almost-empty space, i only fully realize that in less than a year, things can change so much, so fast, and so dramatically. i won't recap; you can pretty much just read my archives for that, but i think you can imagine just how much can happen in a few month's time, given certain circumstances and characters in your life that you can't possibly escape.
box number one has nothing much but clothes. and maybe even more clothes, so we won't even go into any more details with that.
box number two has -- wait for it -- even more clothes.
box number three has books and scholastica from my first academic year at cal. imagine me pulling of a nice gpa with that box.
box number four is a bit different. it has what you might call "personal effects" -- photos, keepsakes, memorabilia. a souvenir box, per se, of the past year.
two bags of junk, and a bag of sweaters.
three luggage-size bags, two of which i'm taking back to anaheim tomorrow morning.
there won't be any more alias-watching parties in room seven, nor bugging room four to let us watch the simpsons, room five raves, raiding the kitchen for cereal at two in the morning after watching a movie and analyzing it as if it were a literary work, nor surrogate misha nights. the laundry room is going to be different, the bathroom is different, the living space is different. no house meetings, no social chairs, no designated study breaks. no more charlie or bety or nancy, no more mail slot, no more random bits of piano playing at eccentric times in the afternoon. in short, no more th.
i wouldn't exactly call it the end of a chapter, not even the beginning of a new one, but more like a page turn or a dogear in this crazy thing we're all writing together. you don't quite know it, but we're all amazing improv artists, and we're living each day just winging how we live. (although, of course, we like to often think that we have some form of control of the matter, as if we're following a script or something like that.)
i'm going to miss communal living. but then again, i have a feeling that this new place won't be so bad.
it really does only feel as if a few weeks ago i moved in to room twelve, but now that i'm packing things up and cleaning the almost-empty space, i only fully realize that in less than a year, things can change so much, so fast, and so dramatically. i won't recap; you can pretty much just read my archives for that, but i think you can imagine just how much can happen in a few month's time, given certain circumstances and characters in your life that you can't possibly escape.
box number one has nothing much but clothes. and maybe even more clothes, so we won't even go into any more details with that.
box number two has -- wait for it -- even more clothes.
box number three has books and scholastica from my first academic year at cal. imagine me pulling of a nice gpa with that box.
box number four is a bit different. it has what you might call "personal effects" -- photos, keepsakes, memorabilia. a souvenir box, per se, of the past year.
two bags of junk, and a bag of sweaters.
three luggage-size bags, two of which i'm taking back to anaheim tomorrow morning.
there won't be any more alias-watching parties in room seven, nor bugging room four to let us watch the simpsons, room five raves, raiding the kitchen for cereal at two in the morning after watching a movie and analyzing it as if it were a literary work, nor surrogate misha nights. the laundry room is going to be different, the bathroom is different, the living space is different. no house meetings, no social chairs, no designated study breaks. no more charlie or bety or nancy, no more mail slot, no more random bits of piano playing at eccentric times in the afternoon. in short, no more th.
i wouldn't exactly call it the end of a chapter, not even the beginning of a new one, but more like a page turn or a dogear in this crazy thing we're all writing together. you don't quite know it, but we're all amazing improv artists, and we're living each day just winging how we live. (although, of course, we like to often think that we have some form of control of the matter, as if we're following a script or something like that.)
i'm going to miss communal living. but then again, i have a feeling that this new place won't be so bad.
you feel so small sometimes
miguel
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