| don't know a person till you do a pas de deux together. |
[Apr. 6th, 2005|03:00 pm] |
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| | "As The World Spins" - Julee Cruise | ] |
really nice outside. Had lunch with Sarah at Red Robins. A long conversation filled with laughter and having strawberry lemonade spill everywhere. hah
it's surprising what you can learn about yourself and the world; to give up the mechanical defenses and just talk. i guess to feel vulnerable... what i'm trying to get to is: it feels damn great to just sit with Sarah and not be judged, to talk about dreams i aspire for aren't crazy at all, that our bio teacher is an idiot, and that Australia is a pretty nice place to live in.
we left with a green and pink ballon. Sarah said that if you tie a note to the ballon it'll send the message to heaven. It sounds stupid like what kids would do but i'm willing to try it next time around. Afterall, there's no postage and handling fee. |
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| jete on over |
[Mar. 26th, 2005|11:23 pm] |
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| | Frou Frou - "Must Be Dreaming | ] |
oh gosh, it's been awhile since i last updated.
i've been really busy lately. i joined ballet and it's been sweeet so far (started last January). the training from Taekwondo helped alot. our recital is on April 27th. that's a Wednesday around 7pm. i ammm sooo excited 'cause i've been working a hell of alot and so has everybody else. We're dancing to Bolero by Ravel and the choreography is simple yet amazing. i first took ballet in a gymnastics approach but it's more than that... gotta feel the music and have clean execution. anyway it's really awesome and i wish that you take it too or at least pick up the book Ballet for Dummies. the stretching will defintely keep you from aging=P. the problem i have is doing the torque's (jumping up in the air with toes pointing down, spinning around 360 to land on a demi-plie, bent knees). the jumping is fine except the landing part. hahaha.
and i got to watch my first ballet perfomance ever with Kyra and her mom. Romeo and Juliet. The miming was nice and the dude who played Mercutio was by far the best dancer in the perfomance. Then last week Karen and i went to downtown to watch a free concert. it was modern ballet danced to classical music. It was inspiring to watch the dancers move in ways that only could be imagined.
as for surfing: the waters are still freakin cold as ever. hopefully by the 3rd week of April it'll be warm enough.
school's been alright. 2nd semester of freshman year is almost OVER!!! aHhhHH.
have to go just wanted a quick note. this post is insaneeeeee. next time around it'll be organized! |
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| "So this is the New Year... what's my resolution"-line heard from a song |
[Jan. 5th, 2005|03:33 pm] |
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| | "Gladiator" Theme - Now We Are Free | ] |
oh man. what a period of hiatus.
I've been away these past 3 weeks in McAllen (it's South of Texas, 30 minutes away from Mexico). The place is so laid back and time goes s-l-o-w. You could finish 1/4 of your "Things I Ought To Do In Life" list there.
If you ever decide to visit McAllen you should definitely go orange picking. There are people who own these big acres with endless rows of trees with nothing but oranges hanging onto its tips. They're so juicy and fresh. It’s not like the ones that they sell at the grocery store that’s been picked and packaged then sold. I mean FRESH like a baby's butt (hah i just had to choose a dumb simile). The color and smell of the ripe oranges lying on the ground makes my head spin and I could just die because it’s beautiful and there’s nothing better at that moment. Like I could just burst because I can’t hold it in for being so fuckin’ happy.
That’s what a piece of an orange fruit can do to you. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2004|10:56 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Amelie - Soundtrack | ] |
Kicked it with my older bro today. He officially turned 21 at 6pm. He can now get alcohol and get drunk but he won't because he's a good boy and so am I. Besides, we both hate beer. The only occasions we have a taste is back home in the Philippines chugging down that San Miguel. Mmmm San Miguel.
Man... 21 years. It went by so fast. I'm really thankful for whoever is up there 'cause the other day he was talking about suicide. He's having some issues and ugh, I just want to take his burden away.
Enough of that. Life is good. Give your sorrows to God and he'll take care of it.
Taekwondo was fun. I haven't been there in 3 weeks and man my kicks were awful. It sucked really bad. Everyone worked hard today even though the backdoor was open and the cold wind came in. "Back in Korea we practiced outside in different weather conditions," Mr.Ki always says.
Please... this is America. We have a/c and heater! Kidding. Preserving tradition is good. One day I'd like to be a teacher either english/history and teach Taekwondo. It has to be passed down to the next generation. It's more than a martial art, it's a way of life.
School is alright. Finals are coming up after next week!! I'm not really freaking out like everyone else around me. Psh I could care less. Not to be cocky but I know the stuff. I've spent countless hours reading the text we HAD to read beforehand. Seems like time wasted but hey -- who's cramming now? Just sit back and relax. I'm picking my classes for next semester and I need a Fine Arts credit. They have philosophy, ethics, DANCING. One of the dance classes to choose from is BALLET.
Hell yeah!! Hopefully it'll fit in my schedule. Maybe I could get something out of it. It could improve my kicks in Taekwondo and incorporate what I learned in Taekwondo in ballet. Bruce Lee did the same thing: he developed his own style, Jeet Kun Do. He studied different types of martial arts and also boxing, ballet. He then put his knowledge to use. Pretty kool.
That's it for now -- take care dudes. hah I don't even know who reads this but eh, it's nice to think of an imaginary audience. |
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| spit on a stranger |
[Nov. 30th, 2004|10:21 am] |
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| |  grateful | ] |
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| | Spit on a stranger Band: Nickel Creek | ] |
However you feel, whatever it takes;
Whenever it's real, whatever awaits me;
Whatever you need, however slight;
Whenever it's real, whenever it's right.
I've been thinkin' long and hard about the things you said to me.
Like a bitter stranger.
Now I see the long and short, the middle, and what's in between.
I could spit on a stranger. (Pull me out.)
You're a bitter stranger. (Pull me out.)
Whatever you feel, whatever it takes;
Whenever it's real, whatever awaits me;
Whatever you need, however so slight;
Honey, I'm a prising door, I catch you, we're the perfect match.
Like two bitter strangers.
Now I see the long and short, and I can make it last.
I could spit on a stranger. (Pull me out.)
You're a bitter stranger. (Pull me out.)
I could spit on a stranger. (Pull me out.)
You're a bitter stranger. (Pull me out.)
I could spit on a stranger. (Pull me out.)
You're a bitter stranger. (Pull me out.)
See the sunshine eyes.
Try the things you never tried.
I'll be the one that leaves you high, high, high |
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| tomorrow is just one step closer to life |
[Nov. 29th, 2004|07:14 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Donnie Darko - Soundtrack | ] |
I almost lost a friend today.
And then gained her back through an email I sent to her.
Now personally I’m against solving personal differences through the internet because miscommunication can happen (ALWAYS in my case). The way the sentence is structured and punctuated could be taken as an offense. The whole message can be over-analyzed. I’m the type of person that likes to sit next to you physically and tell you what’s going on. But if I told her over the phone she wouldn’t have listened. Sometimes seeing words on paper has deeper impact than hearing them So me and her are once again G’s and she told me to call her tonight (she doesn’t get off work till 11pm).
I’d hate to admit it but my dad is right – friends, good friends are hard to find. I told her in my email that maybe we should end our friendship since I can’t be there for her whenever she needs me. Now that I think of it, it seems foolish of me to put that there since I was caught up in the moment. I can’t believe I actually thought of trashing our friendship that we developed for so long just because of a conversation we had earlier.
Self note: talk things out before coming to conclusions and developing a wall with a moat that’s 100 feet deep.
There was an ad in the newspaper today and it had information of a marathon in January. The marathon is to support the research for AIDS. Sounds pretty sweet but it’s $40 bucks. Currently I’m unemployed but there’s always a way to get that mula. Ok so either walk/run 3.1 miles or walk/run 13.1 miles. Going for the latter. I could run 5 miles in 50 minutes but 13.1 miles? It’s a test to push my body to its limits. There’s a month to train. I could run with dad every morning and reach my peak around the first week of January, then rest. Dad needs to run anyway, he won’t go out unless I’m with him, for “motivation”. I want to tell him that I’m running with him in the astral projection plane but he already thinks I’m a nut-job obsessed with surfing/taekwondo/photography. |
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| "if a body catch a body in the rye" |
[Nov. 27th, 2004|12:25 am] |
ahhh!!! Thanksgiving is over. Alot of leftovers that will last us a month. Thank whoever for the invention of ziplock bags.
The whole family came from up north and somehow we all managed to get along. This is the first Thanksgiving in 2 years that the whole family got together in one place. It's cause there's always some drama going on between my dad and his sisters that the family ends up splitting in two. There would be a time when the water's calm and suddenly some rumor/gossip floats up and they'd be at it again. I'm sick of it. You'd think they were adults. But do we ever grow up?
Anyway everyone ate -- alot. I helped cook along with my dad while mom was killing the turkey to death by jabbing it with the temperature gauge. Mom can't cook for her life, she's good at deserts. She's crazy, mom has all these recipe books and magazine clips that has yet to be materialized on the table. Mannn there's nothing that beats the smell of garlic and onions being sauteed. Call me weird but there's something about the warm smell that's comforting. Everything was home cooked so that made it kind of special not that the family cared, only that they were fed. It was funny when my cousin Maria mentioned the mash potatoes. I kind of cheated on that one.
"Hey, were these mashed potatoes home made or store bought?"
I didn't say anything but kept silent as everyone around the table remarked about the "consistency", "color", "flavor", and the "texture".
Everybody suddenly became a food critic.
So I end up laughing a little bit and left the table to the kitchen coming back with a box of some no-name brand potatoe flakes (the one where you mix butter, water, milk, salt and the flakes together). "Hey guys, I made it with this." And then they start laughing.
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm the greatest chef in the world.
Thanksgiving wasn't that bad, alot of laughter and pictures. I'm wondering what happens when our parents eventually pass away, will we cousins still have these little get togethers? I asked Rochelle.
She frowned. "Nahhh.. are you kidding me Sebastien? We're going to be busy as professionals." I think we'll manage to keep in contact with one another and at least come together once every full moon. There goes the optimism coming out of me. |
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| one last fight |
[Nov. 18th, 2004|11:37 pm] |
what a day.. it felt surreal. just one of those times like you look around and wonder How did i get here
I got to go see my little brother in his play, "Hunch Back of Notre Dame Goes West". Mom called in sick just to see him. A modern twist on the old story. That dude has guts to go on stage and perform in front of everyone.
cut it short 'cause the line is as;fkjsd choking up.
pictures of an ending of a beginning..(?)
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| two drifters, off to see the world |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|11:12 pm] |
that's my friend Karen and me at the beach. I guess you could call her my best friend in the whole world who I pour my heart and soul to. While at the same time can have silent conversations without words.
ehh upload more pictures later. there's some kool pictures i took of waves.
rock onnnn!! |
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| she smiles like a saint but curses like a sailor |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|10:55 pm] |
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| | calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | No Doubt - Running | ] |
it's been raining all day. Kinda sucks but it gives the streets a glass like glow.
I was at the computer lab today and this dude came up to me.
"Hey, is this an open lab?" he asked. I turned to his direction and I was speechless cause this dude is cute. I murmured, "Yeah, anyone can use this lab for anything." And he was so psyched and said, "Ok kool!!"
He sits to the left of me and I try to ignore him. It's funny 'cause the lab is empty, with only me and this other chica. There's like 30 empty computers with empty chairs and he chose to sit next to me. Every once in a while I look in his direction and turn back to the monitor in front of me. He does the same. This goes on forever. I feel so stupid because I'm really friendly and most of the time I don't care what people think of me. He yawns every now and then while at the same time raising his arms. I take a peek at my left and he's watching me. Ugh!! He yawned like 20 times.. I counted. I know this strategy, you yawn to try to get the other person's attention.
And I never gave it.
I feel so dumb that I typed an email to Karen while the dude was sitting next to me so that I can look like I'm busy with something.
After an hour he left the room and then came back a few seconds later and sat on the other side. An opportunity lost. Anyway, I might see him around and if not -- lesson learned: take action.
It's getting late, 11:06pm. Have to go to a seminar tomorrow at the auditorium. A lecture about STD's. I feel like bringing a legal pad and writing stuff down just for the hell of it. Our psychology profesor is giving 10 pts for the test that we took on Monday if we attend. Luckily I got a 90 so 90+10=100. haha wooo!! If there's one thing i learned in highschool is not to screw up freshman year.
Ohh here's a picture of me and Karen at the beach last week. I'll upload more pictures at school and take advantage of their cable. haha rawr. |
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