exciting new update on the "quirky dad" mystery!
as i guessed, my dad wanted to give one house to my oldest sister and the other to my second sister. how the heck he managed to get enough money to buy these houses is beyond me. anyhow, there is a long family history which i won't go into, but basically my mom strongly disapproved of my dad registering the second house under my second sister's name.
so guess what. i now own an apartment in taiwan.
bizarre, isn't it? as i said previously, *insert suspicious, squinty eyes expression here* i think this is all a big scheme to try to get me to go to college in taiwan. my mom's explanation, as some of you may have already guessed at, is that the reason for all this is becuz real estate is a good investment. my dad is one of those people who just cannot watch their money sit in a bank account. so he decided to make an investment by buying houses, i guess. it kinda makes sense, because if one day you were to sell the house, you'd get a lot more than if you were to just take the money out of the bank account. it all seems so crazy to me though. i remember not long ago my mom and dad actually started bickering about some stupid coupons to use at pizzahut. these are the very same people who will not buy pizza without coupons, or get new clothes without it being on sale!!! yes, your stereotypical stingy chinese parents. but my dad has certainly outdone himself this time. and i feel weird having a house under my name. i feel as if i should do something with it, but there is nothing i can do, because my dad should be the actual owner. so, what, is it just gonna sit there? are we gonna have ppl live in it?? are we gonna put furniture in it?? i mean, the house is just.. THERE! we only have five ppl in our family, i doubt we'll need to live in five different houses.
oh well. even though it's not really mine, i guess owning a house is pretty cool.
8.30.2002
8.29.2002
so these college essay journals.. i've been having a lot of fun with them! in fact, i like the entry i just wrote SO MUCH that i'm gonna post it up here. i am in desperate need of some kind of feedback, so if you happen to be an expert on college essays, please give me lotsa advice! the essay is supposed to show you off right? but i don't know where to draw the line between showing myself off and being arrogant/conceited. anyway, this is only a rough draft. the prompt was, "describe an object."
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I am one of those people who are "permanently busy." Even during those rare occasions when I have absolutely no homework, no chores, no musical instruments to practice, no lessons of any kind, no activities or meetings to attend, I will still somehow manage to find SOMETHING to keep me busy. Even my "sit-down-and-just-think" sessions keep me busy. My mind is constantly occupied by a thousand streams of thoughts going at 100 mph. But as busy as I get, the first thing I hear before I start a new day is my dear, beloved alarm clock.
I am very much indebted to this seemingly insignificant alarm clock sitting next to my bed. It is a black, pudgy little thing, with the shpae of a half-eaten pie. The top has seven gray buttons, labeled with words such as "hour," "min," "alarm," etc. The front consists of a 2 in. by 1 in. LCD displaying the time, and on the left side is a mini-speaker. Attached to the bottom of the clock are two small, circular foam pads to absorb shock. Speaking of shock, how much of it has my poor alarm clock gone through?!
If you've seen the way I wake up, you will undoubtedly feel great sympathy towards my pudgy little clock. First of all, let me admit that I am a very, very, VERY heavy sleeper. It was because of this fact that I had purchased this particular clock in the first place, because the advertisement had the word "LOUD" in huge, red, all-capital letters. Upon seeing this commercial promise, I was assured that this clock, and it alone, will be able to wake me up.
And it certainly has. On countless occasions, it has proven itself worthy of my admiration and dependence upon it. It is like a loyal friend who reminds me of my duties each morning, bright and early. It does its job fearlessly, dutifully, and most of all, boisterously (if there is such a word). It always delivers with unparalled punctuality and never fails (unless it runs out of battery power, of course).
However, as much as I adore my faithful old clock, the condition which I am in every morning does not allow me to show even the slightest hint of appreciation for it having successfully woken me up once again (rephrase). Oh, how I have abused my poor clock every morning! Upon the first vibrations of the timpanic membrane in my ear, my hand is already poised to violently take revenge at the clock for waking me from my sweet, sweet slumber. I rarely press the "snooze" button, for I rarely have the chance to snooze. But my hand DOES involuntarily strike at the clock until taht incessant beeping and unwelcome noise had ceased. Enduring all my abuse each morning, and knowing it is still yet to come day after day, my faithful friend never complains, whines, or threatens to quit. Like myself, it knows how important it is for me to wake up on time each morning. With people to talk to, work to get done, and places to rush to, both my clock and I work hard each morning to get myself out of bed. We have since flourished from this love-hate, simbiotic (sp?) relationship. If my selfless, reliable, and brave old clock had a body, I would certainly give it a pat on the back.
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even if i don't eventually work parts of this into some sort of essay, i still like it a lot. i was going to write about my toothbrush (what is w/ me and my morning rituals?), but i looked at my clock and started writing.
hehe.. these journals are quite fun!
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I am one of those people who are "permanently busy." Even during those rare occasions when I have absolutely no homework, no chores, no musical instruments to practice, no lessons of any kind, no activities or meetings to attend, I will still somehow manage to find SOMETHING to keep me busy. Even my "sit-down-and-just-think" sessions keep me busy. My mind is constantly occupied by a thousand streams of thoughts going at 100 mph. But as busy as I get, the first thing I hear before I start a new day is my dear, beloved alarm clock.
I am very much indebted to this seemingly insignificant alarm clock sitting next to my bed. It is a black, pudgy little thing, with the shpae of a half-eaten pie. The top has seven gray buttons, labeled with words such as "hour," "min," "alarm," etc. The front consists of a 2 in. by 1 in. LCD displaying the time, and on the left side is a mini-speaker. Attached to the bottom of the clock are two small, circular foam pads to absorb shock. Speaking of shock, how much of it has my poor alarm clock gone through?!
If you've seen the way I wake up, you will undoubtedly feel great sympathy towards my pudgy little clock. First of all, let me admit that I am a very, very, VERY heavy sleeper. It was because of this fact that I had purchased this particular clock in the first place, because the advertisement had the word "LOUD" in huge, red, all-capital letters. Upon seeing this commercial promise, I was assured that this clock, and it alone, will be able to wake me up.
And it certainly has. On countless occasions, it has proven itself worthy of my admiration and dependence upon it. It is like a loyal friend who reminds me of my duties each morning, bright and early. It does its job fearlessly, dutifully, and most of all, boisterously (if there is such a word). It always delivers with unparalled punctuality and never fails (unless it runs out of battery power, of course).
However, as much as I adore my faithful old clock, the condition which I am in every morning does not allow me to show even the slightest hint of appreciation for it having successfully woken me up once again (rephrase). Oh, how I have abused my poor clock every morning! Upon the first vibrations of the timpanic membrane in my ear, my hand is already poised to violently take revenge at the clock for waking me from my sweet, sweet slumber. I rarely press the "snooze" button, for I rarely have the chance to snooze. But my hand DOES involuntarily strike at the clock until taht incessant beeping and unwelcome noise had ceased. Enduring all my abuse each morning, and knowing it is still yet to come day after day, my faithful friend never complains, whines, or threatens to quit. Like myself, it knows how important it is for me to wake up on time each morning. With people to talk to, work to get done, and places to rush to, both my clock and I work hard each morning to get myself out of bed. We have since flourished from this love-hate, simbiotic (sp?) relationship. If my selfless, reliable, and brave old clock had a body, I would certainly give it a pat on the back.
* * * *
even if i don't eventually work parts of this into some sort of essay, i still like it a lot. i was going to write about my toothbrush (what is w/ me and my morning rituals?), but i looked at my clock and started writing.
hehe.. these journals are quite fun!
8.28.2002
i guess i should put something about school in here since it just started.. mm... well i like all my teachers! everyone knows ujifusa is a good teacher. i like stebbins becuz when she talks, she always has this expression of intense interest in whatever the subject is, and i think that somehow keeps me awake. hannigan is cool, giving us all these important dates!! i love calendars and i love dates! hmm... ferrante! the teacher that not many ppl like but i find to be the most interesting teacher in tino. he has this certain.. geekiness about him that just totally piques my interest. and he was talking about comp. prgming today!! eee~~ i actually caught some of the jargon..!! ooh and eldridge. talk about impressive achievements. seeing alan greenspan and his lil gang of fed. reserve ppl ADJUST THE INTEREST RATE!!! yikes yikes yikes. wouldn't i like to be in his position. haha he called greenspan the economic god. hehe eldridge is funny. i look forward to predicting what day (if any) he will wear long pants to school.
too many things have been going on. my mind is spinning at 100 mph.
i have decided that it is a very bad thing to lie to yourself. if you feel something, don't convince yourself you actually feel another way becuz you think that's the way you "should" feel. and if you don't feel something, don't pretend you are so emotionally involved, becuz someone will end up wasting their time or getting hurt. like my mom used to tell me. if your mouth is hard but your heart is soft, it STILL doesn't do you any good. you think just becuz you say you don't feel something everything's alright. but that's not true. not only will you just end up getting hurt, but you will be the ONLY one who gets hurt, and no one will sympathize with you becuz they don't know what you feel. i agree with that. but of course, easier said than done. first i need to stop lying to myself. bleh.
time to write my satire.
too many things have been going on. my mind is spinning at 100 mph.
i have decided that it is a very bad thing to lie to yourself. if you feel something, don't convince yourself you actually feel another way becuz you think that's the way you "should" feel. and if you don't feel something, don't pretend you are so emotionally involved, becuz someone will end up wasting their time or getting hurt. like my mom used to tell me. if your mouth is hard but your heart is soft, it STILL doesn't do you any good. you think just becuz you say you don't feel something everything's alright. but that's not true. not only will you just end up getting hurt, but you will be the ONLY one who gets hurt, and no one will sympathize with you becuz they don't know what you feel. i agree with that. but of course, easier said than done. first i need to stop lying to myself. bleh.
time to write my satire.
8.24.2002
8.22.2002
sometimes i wonder if my dad really knows what he's doing. without telling me and my mom, he single-handedly bought two houses in taiwan this week. now, i'm not sure exactly what our financial situation is like right now, but somehow i have doubts about us affording to own FOUR HOUSES between here and taiwan. *insert freaked out expression here*
i have a slight suspicion that this is some way to lure me to go to college in taiwan and to goad my sister to get married. maybe my dad just wants to keep all three of his daughters in a neat lil 3-mile radius in taiwan. which, if you're in taipei, includes many more things than some other places. but that's beside the point. if i had that much money, i would definitely spend it on something other than houses. and i'm not even sure if we HAVE that much. all this is very confusing to me. *sigh*
i am flabbergasted.
i have a slight suspicion that this is some way to lure me to go to college in taiwan and to goad my sister to get married. maybe my dad just wants to keep all three of his daughters in a neat lil 3-mile radius in taiwan. which, if you're in taipei, includes many more things than some other places. but that's beside the point. if i had that much money, i would definitely spend it on something other than houses. and i'm not even sure if we HAVE that much. all this is very confusing to me. *sigh*
i am flabbergasted.
8.21.2002
smash mouth
all star
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was lookin kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
Well, the hits start coming and they don't stop coming
Head to the rules and ya hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun,
You're brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with takin the backstreets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now, you're an All Star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a Rock Star, get the show on, get paid,
And all that glitters is gold
Only shootin stars break the mold
It's a cool place, and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now wait til you get older
But the media men beg to differ
Judgin by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is gettin pretty thin
The water's gettin warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how about yours?
Cuz that's the way i like it and i never get bored
Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep, what a concept, I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change
Well, the hits start coming and they don't stop coming
Head to the rules and ya hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun,
You're brain gets smart but the head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with takin the backstreets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now, you're an All Star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a Rock Star, get the show on, get paid,
And all that glitters is gold
Only shootin stars break the mold
all star
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was lookin kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
Well, the hits start coming and they don't stop coming
Head to the rules and ya hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun,
You're brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with takin the backstreets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now, you're an All Star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a Rock Star, get the show on, get paid,
And all that glitters is gold
Only shootin stars break the mold
It's a cool place, and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now wait til you get older
But the media men beg to differ
Judgin by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is gettin pretty thin
The water's gettin warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how about yours?
Cuz that's the way i like it and i never get bored
Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep, what a concept, I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change
Well, the hits start coming and they don't stop coming
Head to the rules and ya hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun,
You're brain gets smart but the head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with takin the backstreets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now, you're an All Star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a Rock Star, get the show on, get paid,
And all that glitters is gold
Only shootin stars break the mold
8.20.2002
8.19.2002
so the other night i was just sitting on the floor, studying the mallets i got. at first i was really confused about why there's a malletech but then there's other brands too like dave samuels and bob becker sticks.. and what the numbers meant.. but alas! i now understand! and i shall share my wonderful wealth of knowledge with you, my dear reader. see, if you think about it, mallets are like lingerie. there's the big manufacturer company like victoria's secret, which is equivalent to malletech for mallets. now, there are different SERIES, and the dave samuels series are like, say, BODY from victoria. now, there are different numbers and abbreviations for the sticks. let's take OR45R for instance. the OR stands for orchestral mallets. that's the series. the 45 is the hardness level. 1 is softest, 50 is hardest. this is just like bra sizes! you have to know the bust size and cup size and all that. hehe! and finally, the last R means it's rattan handle, as opposed to birch handles, which my teacher strongly advised against. so you see, if you think about it all in terms of lingerie, the whole mallet mystery clears up. ^_^
it helps to hear things from a completely different perspective sometimes. if tour was accumulating wounds, then camp is like healing time. yes yes, cys camp is like benedril (sp?). like someone predicted on tour, "camp is going to be the aftermath of all the things that happened in france." it just scares me sometimes to hear about so-and-so's "deep rooted hatred" for so-and-so, who taunted them back during this and that occasion. if you look at it with some humor, it sounds pretty amusing to discover that someone can have such deep hatred for someone else, but i guess if you're right in the middle of the storm, you'd feel some degree of.. remorse? of wishing you could have made better decisions? of helplessness becuz of "talk?" bleh. i don't want to think about it anymore. i'm keeping this subject in obscurity for my own safety. heh. i've never heard him talk about someone with such hatred... and yes, "hate" is a very strong word, which is why he must have used it. hmm.
just checked my email.. been getting stuff from sydney, steph, and dana about "camp withdrawl!" heheh.... aw.. i miss these ppl so much too. how did cys become such a big part of my life? hmm... i guess it's really cool that i actually have friends OUTSIDE of school. like, really good ones that i can identify with and LIVE with... and it's even cooler that we're all in orchestra becuz we can really appreciate each other. these ppl are all so talented!! i can really look up to many of them. anyway, i thought i'd dedicate a portion of my profile to our song lyrics from this year and last year's camp. adapted from "i will survive" and the theme song to "friends," respectively. these are taken from dana's profile.
LYRICS TO WE WILL SURVIVE
by Retreat Left (lets go left! best cabin EVER)
first we were afraid, we were petrified
that first audition when we left the room and nearly cried
but then we spend so many nites thinkin how we would improve
and we got better, we found our new groove
so now we play, in cys
and even though we practice it still seems we mostly guess
we dont really know the notes, we even miss our cues
but by the concert thanks to eylar, we always make it through
so once a year, we show up here
just to find ourselves with klein and eylar screeching in our ears
we have to fight for showers, then get up and run
there are sitll empty bushes now who is having fun? ;D
oh no not i! we will survive
oh as long as i can fake my part i know i'll stay alive
i've got all my tricks to play
where's that hot guy who's gay?
somehow we'll make it, through those long and lonely days
we will survive
it took all teh strength we had not to starve to death
just tryin hard to practice and rehearse and get a little rest
and we spent so many days tryin to keep our language clean
we used to swear
but around klein we'll never dare
so now we're stuck, nowhere to go (SHELLEY MOVEMENT! haha)
we cant even intertwine our fingers with someone we "know"
not like we'd want to, the guys here are kinda small ;-)
they try to make it up, with their sad skills in softball
so once a year, we show up here
just to find ourselves with klein and eylar screeching in our ears
we have to fight for showers, then get up and run
there are still empty bushes, now who is having fun? ;*
oh no not i! we will survive
oh as long as i can fake my part i know i'll stay alive
we can eat our instant soup, instead of camp meals
and we're covered in bug bites, from our head to our heels
ohhh...
so once a year, we show up here
to battle with the cabins and kick 'em in the rear
props to the boys for playing a good game
but losing to the girls, drives the boys insane
oh no not i! we will survive
oh as long as i can fake my part i know i'll stay alive
thank god for no auditions, no strings sawing away
but we still love camp, or we wouldnt sing today
WE HAVE SURVIVED!
***original second to last stanza - changed b/c of sensitivity haha ***
so once a year, we show up here
to battle against Moore with eggs and kick 'em in the rear
hey its not our fault, we actually got brains
but losing to the girls, drives Moore insane!
*** heheheh**
lyrics to 2001 cys camp brookside song
I'll be there for you (to the theme song of friends)
So no one told you camp was gonna be this way
The toilets (are) clogged, you're cold, your LUV life swept away
Seems like you're always stuck rehearsing
And you have to watch your back or else Klein'll catch you cursing
But- I will pluck with you... when you play in the rest
I will squeak with you... cuz we're both not the best
I will play with you... cuz you play with me too
You're late for orchestra and Eylar wants your head
You messed up all your parts you wish you were in bed
Your momma told you there'd be days like these
And you can't even leave cuz the director took your keys
But- I will mop with you... cuz we wanna get a ten
I will flirt with you... cuz we need some "Moore" men
I will play with you... cuz you play with me too
Someone to share my snacks with
Someone to play ping pong with
Cuz you're the only one who knows
What it's like to be here
Someone to cook noodles with
Someone to play foosball with
Yes the food really is disgusting
And we eat potatoes once again
Your momma told you there'd be days like these
And you can't even leave cuz the director took your keys
I'll be there for you... when the phone line's too long
I'll be there for you... then we'll both be strong
I'll be there for you... cuz you're there for me too
You're still in bed at ten and breakfast was at eight
You're getting bitten an you have a bad headache
Seems like there's always people practicing
And there's so much Mahler you can't even hear the dinner bell ring
But- I'll be there for you... when your audition sucks
I'll be there for you... when you really want a - fudgesicle?
I'll be there for you... cuz you're there for me too
LYRICS TO WE WILL SURVIVE
by Retreat Left (lets go left! best cabin EVER)
first we were afraid, we were petrified
that first audition when we left the room and nearly cried
but then we spend so many nites thinkin how we would improve
and we got better, we found our new groove
so now we play, in cys
and even though we practice it still seems we mostly guess
we dont really know the notes, we even miss our cues
but by the concert thanks to eylar, we always make it through
so once a year, we show up here
just to find ourselves with klein and eylar screeching in our ears
we have to fight for showers, then get up and run
there are sitll empty bushes now who is having fun? ;D
oh no not i! we will survive
oh as long as i can fake my part i know i'll stay alive
i've got all my tricks to play
where's that hot guy who's gay?
somehow we'll make it, through those long and lonely days
we will survive
it took all teh strength we had not to starve to death
just tryin hard to practice and rehearse and get a little rest
and we spent so many days tryin to keep our language clean
we used to swear
but around klein we'll never dare
so now we're stuck, nowhere to go (SHELLEY MOVEMENT! haha)
we cant even intertwine our fingers with someone we "know"
not like we'd want to, the guys here are kinda small ;-)
they try to make it up, with their sad skills in softball
so once a year, we show up here
just to find ourselves with klein and eylar screeching in our ears
we have to fight for showers, then get up and run
there are still empty bushes, now who is having fun? ;*
oh no not i! we will survive
oh as long as i can fake my part i know i'll stay alive
we can eat our instant soup, instead of camp meals
and we're covered in bug bites, from our head to our heels
ohhh...
so once a year, we show up here
to battle with the cabins and kick 'em in the rear
props to the boys for playing a good game
but losing to the girls, drives the boys insane
oh no not i! we will survive
oh as long as i can fake my part i know i'll stay alive
thank god for no auditions, no strings sawing away
but we still love camp, or we wouldnt sing today
WE HAVE SURVIVED!
***original second to last stanza - changed b/c of sensitivity haha ***
so once a year, we show up here
to battle against Moore with eggs and kick 'em in the rear
hey its not our fault, we actually got brains
but losing to the girls, drives Moore insane!
*** heheheh**
lyrics to 2001 cys camp brookside song
I'll be there for you (to the theme song of friends)
So no one told you camp was gonna be this way
The toilets (are) clogged, you're cold, your LUV life swept away
Seems like you're always stuck rehearsing
And you have to watch your back or else Klein'll catch you cursing
But- I will pluck with you... when you play in the rest
I will squeak with you... cuz we're both not the best
I will play with you... cuz you play with me too
You're late for orchestra and Eylar wants your head
You messed up all your parts you wish you were in bed
Your momma told you there'd be days like these
And you can't even leave cuz the director took your keys
But- I will mop with you... cuz we wanna get a ten
I will flirt with you... cuz we need some "Moore" men
I will play with you... cuz you play with me too
Someone to share my snacks with
Someone to play ping pong with
Cuz you're the only one who knows
What it's like to be here
Someone to cook noodles with
Someone to play foosball with
Yes the food really is disgusting
And we eat potatoes once again
Your momma told you there'd be days like these
And you can't even leave cuz the director took your keys
I'll be there for you... when the phone line's too long
I'll be there for you... then we'll both be strong
I'll be there for you... cuz you're there for me too
You're still in bed at ten and breakfast was at eight
You're getting bitten an you have a bad headache
Seems like there's always people practicing
And there's so much Mahler you can't even hear the dinner bell ring
But- I'll be there for you... when your audition sucks
I'll be there for you... when you really want a - fudgesicle?
I'll be there for you... cuz you're there for me too
8.17.2002
*cheer* i'm finally back!! ahh it feels nice to be typing on a keyboard and drinking milktea. ^_^ first thing i did after we finished unloading percussion equipment at foothill? time for pho!! haha yup. gotta get asian-ized up again. *gleeful grin*
too many things to update. therefore, i have decided to make lists. was it linda who said she loved making lists? haha so do i! let's start with...
unforgettable memories from core camp:
"hi, i will be your PHAsilator for today's discussion..."
fish surprise
candle-lighting seance
biiiiiiiig booty!
stalking lynbrook pplz :D
thumper!
angela the heavy sleeper
pages after pages of notes x_X
the "efficient" way of getting in line for food :P
k.. onto unforgettable memories from cys camp:
"so now we're stuck, nowhere to go..."
male screws and female nuts
reeses bites vs. heath bites
peering over steph's shoulder while she does her "sunset eyes"
99%!!
seeing SEVEN falling stars during the night hike!
mike's "she-llee"
sex hair *gasp*
my cool ring finger trick >_^
water guns...
color differences between cooked and raw eggs
insulting moore guys' manhood ^^
"i once misspelled my own name too!"
shostakovich uppity-ness
why is the gourd always in the shape of a fish??
sophie's poor epithelial cells :-(
my very own 23" timpani head :D
harley davidson t-shirts (go retreat left!!!)
yay!! we survived!! ok... now time to sleep cuz i have a bit of a headache from being sleep-deprived for so long.
i love being at home. :-)
too many things to update. therefore, i have decided to make lists. was it linda who said she loved making lists? haha so do i! let's start with...
unforgettable memories from core camp:
"hi, i will be your PHAsilator for today's discussion..."
fish surprise
candle-lighting seance
biiiiiiiig booty!
stalking lynbrook pplz :D
thumper!
angela the heavy sleeper
pages after pages of notes x_X
the "efficient" way of getting in line for food :P
k.. onto unforgettable memories from cys camp:
"so now we're stuck, nowhere to go..."
male screws and female nuts
reeses bites vs. heath bites
peering over steph's shoulder while she does her "sunset eyes"
99%!!
seeing SEVEN falling stars during the night hike!
mike's "she-llee"
sex hair *gasp*
my cool ring finger trick >_^
water guns...
color differences between cooked and raw eggs
insulting moore guys' manhood ^^
"i once misspelled my own name too!"
shostakovich uppity-ness
why is the gourd always in the shape of a fish??
sophie's poor epithelial cells :-(
my very own 23" timpani head :D
harley davidson t-shirts (go retreat left!!!)
yay!! we survived!! ok... now time to sleep cuz i have a bit of a headache from being sleep-deprived for so long.
i love being at home. :-)
8.08.2002
in case any of you are gonna be wondering where i am, i'm gonna be gone until the 17th. there is a little bitty interval of time where i will be back home, right between core camp and cys camp, on the 11th. heh.. hopefully by the time i get back i'll have finished some summer reading, or i'm in deep doodoo. :P
this whole practicing-for-more-than-7-hours-a-day-for-a-week thing doesn't sound very appealing to me.. but oh well.
math final tomorrow morning.. scary!! i'll be happy if i can get a B in that class. and then off to ucsc i go! ^_^
this whole practicing-for-more-than-7-hours-a-day-for-a-week thing doesn't sound very appealing to me.. but oh well.
math final tomorrow morning.. scary!! i'll be happy if i can get a B in that class. and then off to ucsc i go! ^_^
8.07.2002
i'm 43.9% freak!!
haha.. one of the questions was:
"Do you fall asleep in class and wake up with weird patterns on your head from whatever you were sleeping on?"
:D that's me!!
haha.. one of the questions was:
"Do you fall asleep in class and wake up with weird patterns on your head from whatever you were sleeping on?"
:D that's me!!
8.06.2002
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so i was at cys rehearsal again tonight.. towards the end, i noticed that there were a big group of people standing at the back of the room. then i squinted a bit and saw that they were the seniors who graduated from cys already, but coming back to visit us! there was kim, wearing her stanford shirt.. hehe.. and emily who has the same aerospostale shirt as me but in blue standing with jeff or byron or whoever that was... one of those asian string players. haha. ok ok, no more stereotyping instrument players.. *ahem* seeing some old people made the details of the France trip all rush back to me all of a sudden..
when i got back home, i started to listen to the recordings i got from artie. (yay! i got three that i needed!!) and i listened to "pines of rome" because it was on the same CD as feste romane. of course i started w/ the last movement! timpani pride! :D and as i listened, it was weird what happened... suddenly it felt like i was back in that cathedral again.. the day of our last concert. the timpani had to be in the dead center of the percussion section, and the cathedral was INCREDIBLY ECHO-Y. so obviously toward the very end of pines of rome, it got quite.. awe-inspiring.
i remember how on that day my eyes were so dry because i had only two hours of sleep the night before.. i remember trying to sneak back into the hotel at 5 in the morning, only to find out our keys already got inactivated by the chaperones! and our two adorable ringers, duc and paul.. we got them in trouble too!! i remember how i was anxiously thinking of everything i had to say to them, because we were FORBIDDEN to talk to them after the last concert. ahh... all those memories... everyone had to go pee that night becuz they all drank so much.. and eric had to go in the bushes. it was very disgusting. >_< those were the "naughty" memories... and there were so many other ones.. NICER ones.. heh heh.
i miss the old cys people so much!! i miss eric's big van and how he would drive and pretend to be falling asleep and making me and anthony so worried. and he knew about my non-existent sense of direction so he'd always be like, "uh... you DO know how to get there right!?" -__-;; and i remember how "the guys" would always joke about james being the only black guy in orchestra. oh and all the shabooyas!! the good ones and that bad one about greg that got repeated on the other bus too. the one that added to all the trouble.. yuck. haha.. so many people "coupled up" on the trip.. steph and carter were so cute! except when scott threw a condom into their room and carter rushed out shouting angry profanities.. ^^;; i remember all those good times! darn i wish we were going on another tour this year too.. :(
camp will be fun.. i think some seniors said they would visit on the night of the nighthike. hehe :D i remember the nighthike last year.. dana and sydney's "hey i think we should all link arms! *wink*wink*" hehe.. and the birthday swirl. "hey you're may 8 too? join the club!" haha.. those were the times.. before all this crap happened and things got all weird. *sigh* if only i could do things all over again.. but i guess i can't. no one can. kaka says i should try but.. i just don't know how. meh.
when i got back home, i started to listen to the recordings i got from artie. (yay! i got three that i needed!!) and i listened to "pines of rome" because it was on the same CD as feste romane. of course i started w/ the last movement! timpani pride! :D and as i listened, it was weird what happened... suddenly it felt like i was back in that cathedral again.. the day of our last concert. the timpani had to be in the dead center of the percussion section, and the cathedral was INCREDIBLY ECHO-Y. so obviously toward the very end of pines of rome, it got quite.. awe-inspiring.
i remember how on that day my eyes were so dry because i had only two hours of sleep the night before.. i remember trying to sneak back into the hotel at 5 in the morning, only to find out our keys already got inactivated by the chaperones! and our two adorable ringers, duc and paul.. we got them in trouble too!! i remember how i was anxiously thinking of everything i had to say to them, because we were FORBIDDEN to talk to them after the last concert. ahh... all those memories... everyone had to go pee that night becuz they all drank so much.. and eric had to go in the bushes. it was very disgusting. >_< those were the "naughty" memories... and there were so many other ones.. NICER ones.. heh heh.
i miss the old cys people so much!! i miss eric's big van and how he would drive and pretend to be falling asleep and making me and anthony so worried. and he knew about my non-existent sense of direction so he'd always be like, "uh... you DO know how to get there right!?" -__-;; and i remember how "the guys" would always joke about james being the only black guy in orchestra. oh and all the shabooyas!! the good ones and that bad one about greg that got repeated on the other bus too. the one that added to all the trouble.. yuck. haha.. so many people "coupled up" on the trip.. steph and carter were so cute! except when scott threw a condom into their room and carter rushed out shouting angry profanities.. ^^;; i remember all those good times! darn i wish we were going on another tour this year too.. :(
camp will be fun.. i think some seniors said they would visit on the night of the nighthike. hehe :D i remember the nighthike last year.. dana and sydney's "hey i think we should all link arms! *wink*wink*" hehe.. and the birthday swirl. "hey you're may 8 too? join the club!" haha.. those were the times.. before all this crap happened and things got all weird. *sigh* if only i could do things all over again.. but i guess i can't. no one can. kaka says i should try but.. i just don't know how. meh.
