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.
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