shut up christine


Thursday, December 29, 2005
      ( 1:40 AM ) shut up christine  
for Cathy cause she's special

MONOCHROMIC cat: i want to comment oon your blogggg
bulaorochristine: what would you like to say
MONOCHROMIC cat: ::farts::

goodnight!
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Monday, December 26, 2005
      ( 12:41 PM ) shut up christine  
i can't believe five months have passed and now it's just a matter of days.

i spent 20 minutes trying to make a "welcome home" poster on leftover wrapping paper...
tried twice, didn't like how either came out, threw them away, but later took them out of the trash
and now they are rolled up under my desk

if only i had glitter

ahh my stomach is in knots

p.s. Merry Christmas!

Randy Liu where are you now
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
      ( 4:05 PM ) shut up christine  




theme for Burning Man 2006!
how appropriate and particularly meaningful for me...
preparations have begun :)

p.s. you can still do it if you want to

Alexander Cabigan where are you now
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Friday, December 16, 2005
      ( 5:07 PM ) shut up christine  
i have a theory
due to their lack of use during the years i spent as a mute, my vocal cords didn't fully develop

or maybe,
i was just born with this annoying baby voice?

it sucks
cause i spent all that time being too scared to talk, and when i'm finally okay with speaking up, some people don't take me seriously cause of my voice

like even now when i pick up our house phone, people on the other line will say "can i speak to your mommy or daddy?" i'm 22 years old dammit!

or how one of the kids i tutor won't listen to me, and he constantly says "how come you talk like that? how come you sound like that? squeaky squeak squeak"

or how 2 years ago that one girl came up to me and said "is that your real voice? i don't think that's your real voice... i think you're changing it to sound ditzy, because some girls act ditzy so guys will like them"
ugghh. i wanted. to ring. her throat.

boo
just because someone doesn't talk doesn't mean they don't have anything to say,
and just because i sound like a five year old doesn't mean i think like one

biatch!

p.s. goodbye hirumi! I don't know if you read this but good luck and you will be missed
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Sunday, December 11, 2005
      ( 5:31 AM ) shut up christine  
when you finish reading a good book, do you ever wonder what happened to the characters after the last page?

i read 50 or more "books" everyday
but the trippy thing is that the stories don't really end, they keep going, for years

and the main characters are out in the world somewhere, continuously rewriting the endings of their novels

so cool.

its been 4 years! since i started writing in this thing
and i've been following some people's blogs for 4+ years too
i've gotten to know a few really cool people whom i never would've had the chance to get to know otherwise
a lot of them are strangers who have no idea that a random girl in southern california totally cares about them

and the people i do know in real life, i'm always learning new things about you

like i knew a guy for three years, i thought he was kind of scary but anyhow we probably spoke less than 100 words to each other in those 3 years...
then one day out of nowhere he left a comment on my xanga and eventually he became my first boyfriend

sometimes i think if it wasn't for that comment then i would've missed out on that part of my life

anyhooooot
if you are reading this, thanks for reading

also thanks to all my favorites who put their own stories out there, so people like me have something exciting to read each day, but damn you for being so addicting/keeping me up late at night..you are the cause of my insomnia

p.s. Tim Fu Francisco where are you now? Tim! i know where you are but i haven't seen you in forever :(
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Wednesday, December 07, 2005
      ( 8:55 PM ) shut up christine  
this is so dumb why am i even sad

i have this thing
i like to save up all my empty water bottles to take to the recycling center,
and it makes me happy
maybe i am easily amused but everytime i fill up a garbage bag with my bottles i feel really accomplished..and i'm saving the world...AND i get money for it! exciting!
it's really not about the money though.
anyhow its a slow process but i am dedicated to it and its one of those stupid random things that i look forward to everyday

but they're all gone! thrown out on "accident"
after i worked so hard to save them :(
when i found out, i was crushed,
i seriously wanted to run to my room and cry but i am 22 years old and this is stupid and dude they're just empty water bottles
get over it!

you know? that is all :(
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Friday, December 02, 2005
      ( 12:01 AM ) shut up christine  


Prayer Flags
The color of a prayer flag and the symbols printed on it create a prayer or offering that the wind distributes to the world each time it brushes against the flag.
The prayers of a flag become a permanent part of the universe as the images fade from wind and sun. Just as life moves on and is replaced by new life, Tibetans renew their hopes for the world by continually mounting new flags alongside of the old.

don't know if anyone will actually respond to this, but the invitation is open...

over the next 6 months i'm sending out individual blank prayer flags to anyone and everyone who'd like to participate
all you have to do is write your prayer or decorate your flag however you want, then mail it back to me,
and at the end of six months I'll string all the flags together and hang them somewhere in downtown Los Angeles or maybe even display them at Burning Man as an art installation or perhaps both

i figure 5 people visit this journal regularly, so i'm bound to get one flag back? and even if i don't get any flags, its cool..no pressure i just think its a nice idea.
email me if you want to

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"Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something."
-Last words of Pancho Villa

I am a pencil
ready to write
my life
-Jessica, 4th grade

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Take The Crusts Out
Stretch Myself And Check (If I Haven’t)
Returned Again And Everything Is Okay
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Muteness is a speech disorder in which a person lacks the power of articulate speech.

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