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Thursday, May 27, 2004 ( 6:55 AM ) shut up christine 1,001 Reasons Why I Don’t Play Piano No one remembers this show called Quantum Leap, besides The Wonder Years it was my favorite show back in the day and it was about this guy from the future who travels back in time to correct mistakes in the past. I can’t believe no one knows what the heck I’m talking about, man it was such a kick ass show but I digress… I don’t like pianos I hate practicing I suck at it I haven’t touched our piano in years. But why?? Hmm maybe it was the time when I was learning Christmas carols…I think I was seven or eight, and I had already been playing the piano for a couple years but I was learning from a beginner book…and when I say “beginner book” I mean you only needed to know three notes on one hand in order to play ALL the songs..yes I sucked that bad. On the day of my piano lesson, for some reason I REALLY sucked; I couldn’t even get those three notes right and I must’ve pissed off my piano teacher because she had a long talk with my Mom…I don’t know what she said but afterward my Mom shut the door and beat my ass down… with a belt AND a slipper. My teacher stopped coming :( Or maybe it’s because of that one showcase where I had the easiest piece out of all the other performers...my (new) teacher even let me take my sheet music on stage but I was so nervous that I forgot where middle C was and I played the whole song in the key of F instead of C, I didn’t stop to fix my hands I just kept playing and hoped the audience wouldn’t notice but when I got up to bow, NO ONE clapped except my Auntie Merlie and my Mom :( Or it might have something to do with the time in eighth grade when I was trying to do homework but my sis was playing a song on the piano over and over, and she wasn’t playing the song like a normal person mind you, no, she had to be dramatic and lift her hands high above her head before pounding down on the keys..basically being SUPER loud and shiet. I got fed up and told her to stop but she got even louder just to bug me, so after several futile attempts to close the piano cover on her fingers, I crawled under her seat and tried to pry her foot away from the loud pedal……..and then she kicked me in the eye… with her shoe on :(. After that, my contact didn’t fit in that eye for a couple months…I lost six contacts in two weeks, but that’s a whole other story And so we come to the year 2004. Haven’t played a piece in quite some time.......... until now I think it’s about time I did a little quantum leaping to fix those messed up memories sooooo if anyone cares (and I know you don’t) I’m having a piano recital you are invited to my house and I will ROCK THOSE beginner level CHRISTMAS CAROLS LIKE NO OTHER BOOYAH Ms. Yvonne!! So yeah, if you’re bored this summer, come to Cerritos and hang out…you can listen to me play the piano and then we can wash our cars and then get our eyebrows threaded in Little India. The end. # Tuesday, May 25, 2004 ( 5:08 AM ) shut up christine Hello. Priya and I jumped out of a plane. Pri and I jumped out of a plane!! They made us sign a stack of waivers saying “I understand that skydiving may result in personal injury or death” and “in the event of my death I have made arrangements so that my dependents will be cared for” etc etc…yeah that made me a wee bit nervous, just a tad… but then we watched this pre-jump promo video where the tutorial man had an insanely long beard that went down to his desk, and the beard looked all silky soft and that made me feel better...... but anyway heck yeah we actually did it, we jumped out of a motherfreakin aeroplane for goodness sakes. When I was standing on the edge looking down I got the craziest, most amazing intense rush, and before I could catch my breath we were falling flying floating down. To top it off, Priya gave me a big ass hug when I landed :). AND I got to sit in my instructor’s lap the whole time, two thrills for the price of one harhar. So like the promo video said, “when you’re on the outside looking in you can’t understand it; when you’re on the inside looking out you can’t explain it; it’s one of those things you can only experience yourself” …or something like that. Lessons of the day: * Priya is a badass mofo. Whenever I get a crazy idea, she’s the first person to say she’s down, and I heart her mucho. * If I can jump out of a plane, then I can do anythannnng :) p.s. new photo album to the right in the link titled “can I show you something?” hurrah # Wednesday, May 12, 2004 ( 12:11 AM ) shut up christine sometimes my parents are too overprotective and sometimes I roll my eyes when they leave 30 messages on my cell phone on sunday I was planning to go home for a few hours after I got off work I told my Dad that I’d be in Cerritos around 6:30pm but I didn’t get back until 8 when I pulled into the driveway, my Dad was waiting, as usual and as usual, he said “Kita, how come you’re not picking up your phone?” and I said “I neverrrr carry my phone with me Dad” sometimes I wonder why he still asks me that when he knows what I’m going to say then he told me he was worried because he heard a big car crash on the freeway around 6:30pm (the freeway is next to my house, on the other side of the wall) and so he and my sister drove down the 605 just to make sure I hadn’t been in an accident awwwwwwwwww love <3 <3 <3. Lesson of the Day: don’t take this for granted; overprotectiveness rocks; my Dad, Mom, and sis are rockstars # Sunday, May 09, 2004 ( 1:16 AM ) shut up christine Man, it’s been a long ass day… Today the store was busy up the wazooo from opening until closing...everyone and their mama bought gifts for everyone and their mamas and we even broke our store sales record so after a long day at work I journey back to the employee parking lot which is conveniently located in the boonies of Timbuktu and when I finally get there, of course my keys are nowhere to be found and for some reason there are puddles of liquid on the hood of my car even though it hasn’t been raining… annnyway there’s a note on the window and I think yay someone found my keys, but nope, it’s just a note from the police saying that my car has been vandalized so I talk to the security guard, who’s a hottie, by the way he helps me find my car keys (awww cute AND nice) and then the Irvine Spectrum bicycle brigade show up and they’re hellla hot too they explain that while I was at work, a maintenance man got drunk in the employee parking lot and when Security asked him to leave he got angry so angry that he started chucking beer bottles all of which happened to land on my car :( so I go to the police station to file a report and take pictures of the dents and marks and shiet, ALL the Irvine Spectrum Policemen are f-ing hot. Hot damn. And so it turned out to be a pretty good day after all. Happy Mother’s Day everybody!! :) # Wednesday, May 05, 2004 ( 4:52 AM ) shut up christine Forgot to mention in my last post that I have a boyfriend now :) If you think his face is hot you should see his ass hahaha. ha too bad Tracy, Jess, and Flo don’t approve (player haters) but anyway, I talked to my Dad and he told me the story of how he and my Mom met slash fell in love. It’s a really cute story and involves diarrhea (ohhhhh Dad--such a dork). My Dad is going to kill me if he ever found out I said this…but back in the prehistoric era when my parents were only dating, Dad used to drive to the Bronx to pick up Mom from work everyday, and if he was late my Mom would just leave because she’s badass like that and she don’t wait for no one… So one day little Cesar (insert pizza jokes here) is driving his blue Camaro to pick up little Nida from work when all of a sudden he gets a humongo ginormous stomach ache…...but he keeps on trucking because he knows that if he stops, he’ll be late and Nida will leave. To make a long story short, Cesar’s stomach ache turned out to be a case of explosive diarrhea…yes folks, my Dad done did diarrhea in his shiny blue camaro….and kept driving!! What a trooper. Can you imagine the look on my Mom’s face? Hahaha I bet he was all trying to play it off like a cool guy... later my Mom told me that she had to help him wash crapola off his pants and seat covers…now that is what you call love. I took two things away from this story: #1. How romantic!! I wish I had a guy who would crap his pants for me… okayyy and I’m over it #2. My parents are cool. Really. Their love is like whoa…and when I look at them I feel hopeful, even though I am “cold and heartless and incapable of loving another,” yes thank my sister for that lovely quote. I’m hopeful because they were old fogies when they started going out... by the time I was born my Dad was already 40, and my Mom was practically menopausing when I was conceived jk she was 36 which is pretty old to be having kids…but the important thing is that they waited allll those years until they found each other, and then it was like…whoa. Good things come to those who wait, like me for example :). I was created from an old egg and an old spermie, and my Mom’s sagging boobies ran out of milk after a day, but I turned out pretty normal, right? That was a hypothetical question, Jessica Hu! >:( I only have minor deformities. Blahblah Lesson of the Day: listen to your parents and be patient, Grasshopper...... # Sunday, May 02, 2004 ( 2:14 PM ) shut up christine confessions confessions confesiones some things are better left unsaid, some things need to be heard… and then there are some things that fit in-between, the times where it wouldn’t have mattered much if you had said them or not. There are a million in-betweens I could have said, but couldn’t, and it was no big deal I wanted to, but something always came in between (wow no pun intended) the timing wasn’t right, or it might have been awkward, or I was too shy, too embarrassed, or too proud.. and it really isn’t a big deal but I think about them, and sometimes they keep me awake. if I wasn’t a mute, I would tell you face to face I would tell Chen Chieng, my teacher for wr 31, that something he said had a profound impact on me, and that his class was, and still is, my favorite. I would tell Dominic, senior year of high school, that I was two steps away but I got nervous and turned around. I wanted to ask you though, and I think we would’ve had fun. I would tell the old people on the weezer message boards from summer 2001 that they crack me up and I love them. I would tell that one super shy guy from one of the spop dances (I forgot his name) that I’m so happy he danced with me…really really happy. I would tell my old hamster, Lamuel, that I’m glad he kept me company last year that one week when I stayed in. I didn’t say it out loud because hey he’s a hamster, but I think he would have appreciated it. I would tell that stranger at the Finch show who let me rest on him and who held my waist so I wouldn’t fall down in the pit, I would tell him thanks and I’d give him a hug. I would write letters to my Grandma when she went back to the Philippines. I would tell Steve that I call him blood drive boy because when I first saw him, I was donating blood, and when he walked in my bag of blood filled up in twenty seconds because my heart was pumping so fast. I would tell Kuo that I’m glad you IMed me freshman year after all those months, because I missed talking to you. I would tell Amit that I’m sorry and I wish I had taken that picture. I would say something to Carlos, doesn’t matter what I’d say, as long as it was something, anything. I have more in-betweens to say but I’m going to be late for work..it feels kinda good to say all this stuff, I'm gonna try to do it more often, not just on here, but face to face. # |
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