Success!!!!
I fixed it. I did everything possible. I fixed Aivy's laptop. I'm not going to have it be over. You hear me! I'm yours...FOREVER! Now hug me.
note: I need sleep.
Sunday, February 29, 2004
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Splurging and taking the luxuries of life
Ever since Christmas, I've wanted Smallville Season One. Two days ago, Aivy and I went to Best Buy to go look for In Living Color Season One. With our luck, it seems In Living Color still isn't out. So, we kept looking around and we found some box-sets that we can live with. I know I'm not much for foreshadowing, but yes, I finally got Smallville. An endless supply of ignorant Superman and Lana Lang. She isn't as hot as Angelina Jolie '93, in Cyborg 2, but having fantasies of movie stars isn't really my motif.
My Playstation 2 collection is still bigger than my Dvd collection. I'm on my 7th Straight episode of Smallville, trying to figure out why Lex Luthor has hair in the movie set, and in this series, he is bald like a baby. Especially in The Adventures of Lois and Clark, Lex Luthor had nice hair, yet tried to get Lois Lane to marry him. Another strange deciphering is doubting who the heck Lana Lang is. Does she change her name to Lois Lane, or is this chick just another character in this up-to-date Superboy? Enough with my infatuation with the Superman saga...
Chapter Six: Stress & Frustration
Before that semester started, we were on our trip to the slopes. It was Snow Jams' re-awakening. The trip before had become a little out of hand when the event decided to take a break. During my first two years, Snow Jams was always a hit for the Akbayan organization. My freshmen year, the trip was so hype that UCDavis showed up and decided to party with us. The 2nd year after my arrival, the folks went up Northeast just to find out that their first night was a total bust. They partied so hard that they lost the place. Too much noise and too much alcohol makes a college organization go hideously crazy, resulting in the cabin becoming vacant. Luckily, I didn't attend either of these events.
Spring 2000, my presidential era was beginning on the plus sign because Snow Jams was back on its feet, we had almost twenty-five people gathered and paid for. That wasn't my first time that I had went snowboarding, so I was ready to hit the black diamonds. The trip was exhilerating because I hadn't been to the snows with my friends in a long while. I met some interesting people and got to know some others when I got there. My trip began on that Friday night when Mark, Jerry, Michelle, AJ, Charlie, Heather and myself went on a trip that lasted a lifetime. We arrive, at our destination, to a cabin full of drug-infested houligans, burnt rice, rooms filled with baggages, and silence. First words from the people weren't "hello", they were "keep quiet, we already got a warning." This occasion reminds me of a particular year in the past. Let's make sure this never happens.
The semester had begun and I'm nearly a wreck because I've attempted to begin the semester off on a cold plank. The hardest job for a president is beginning a whole new semester with a brand new cabinet. All I know is that the crew that I had were down with making things better. Unfortunately, the first cabinet meeting only consisted of five to seven of the eleven members. I was heart-broken. I didn't let it get me down. I anticipated this happening. I wanted to make sure I would be able to get through this semester with my mind intact. My scariest reaction was experiencing my first breakdown. I wanted to cry and lock myself in the corner. My cabinet seemed to be falling apart. Even though it was Spring semester, I knew that something had to be done. The alumni that had always been there for akbayan started to fade out of the picture. Not just akbayan the club, but the fact that p.c.n. was coming, there was no dedication, or no momentum from year's past mainly because there was none.
Taking on task after task, I knew that if something needed to be done, you have to risk and sacrifice yourself and those who want it that bad. I wanted it THAT bad. I wanted this club, this organization to live on. Tabling and public relations was the first plan of action. My active cabinet and I had limited time tabling at the student union. Everyone's schedule didn't mix. I don't recall even having a real general meeting that year. I was able to stick with my tabling schedule. Three times a week I would set up the table and everytime we tabled I would take everything home. I was my own organization for a while. Even when other's tabled, it seemed like all they did was sit there. Tabling, phonelists, planning, and soon enough, pcn would take my life, literally.
In early february, sjsu collections came up to the table telling me that akbayan has two outstanding debts that needed to be paid asap. This is where I go crazy. The very last cent from pcn '98 was being used to pay off bills that were supposed to be paid for Showtime '99 vendors. It was, in my knowledge, platinum entertainments bill. I spoke to the past president and platinum heads and there was no proof or evidence that they were to pay it off. My stress level began to rise more and more. From that point, I remember it perfectly that akbayan had only $104.67 in it for the rest of the semester. One bill was for a mere $50. The other was so high as $840; such BS.
Next, akbayan was to pay off franchesca's mother for renting out the cabin for snow jams; a payment of $660. My head nearly exploded here. This is where my own money became part of this whole mess that we call budget. At that time, I had more than enough money, yet I didn't know that I would be earning money to pay off an organizations bill. -sigh-
The only few positive moments during this semester were Food Bizarre and some other event that I forgot what it was called. We made nearly $700 selling a plate of adobo and rice with a cost of $94. I was a bit happy to see something finally going in the right direction. The other event had to do with a filipino photographer's photos in the engineering building.
Finally, pcn had flown in and I was in enormous pressure and frustration. I wasn't going to let akbayan and pcn die out. If we didn't have a pcn this semester, there would be no such momentum to even have new members for the next semester. There would be no interested cabinet to move on to better positions in the club. This was my motivation to make things right. The best part about all this was it was my highest grade point average at that point. So, the end of february had begun and the script was nearly finished. I was starting cultural workshops underneath the dining commons, with Jaymar. The pcn committee was strong and ready to make a difference. I just remember that all the people that attended the workshops were guys. I knew that we weren't going to be able to have a quality show. All I needed was a decent show. One evening I was talking to the Singkil prince, Juan. At that time, people were chilling underneath the dining commons just fooling around. I was a bit relaxed, looking up at the moon. It was a crescent moon and I made promise to myself. I told myself that by the time I saw another crescent moon, the same size, the same shape, there would be practices at the dc getting ready to put on a damn good show on May 20th, 2000.
I had no idea what this new group of individuals would do to the future of akbayan. I just knew that the quantity had to be made. So, what if I put myself in seven of the nine dances. No one else was willing to step up, especially in the amount of time. That semester, I was president, wrote most of the script, developed backstage settings, prepared food bizarre, danced and taught dances, raised my gpa, and revived Akbayan.
Akbayan became my family in the beginning, so I treated it like a family. I did everything possible to keep this family alive. With the right motivation, you can do anything.
note: While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction, and there's nothing you can do about it!
Ever since Christmas, I've wanted Smallville Season One. Two days ago, Aivy and I went to Best Buy to go look for In Living Color Season One. With our luck, it seems In Living Color still isn't out. So, we kept looking around and we found some box-sets that we can live with. I know I'm not much for foreshadowing, but yes, I finally got Smallville. An endless supply of ignorant Superman and Lana Lang. She isn't as hot as Angelina Jolie '93, in Cyborg 2, but having fantasies of movie stars isn't really my motif.
My Playstation 2 collection is still bigger than my Dvd collection. I'm on my 7th Straight episode of Smallville, trying to figure out why Lex Luthor has hair in the movie set, and in this series, he is bald like a baby. Especially in The Adventures of Lois and Clark, Lex Luthor had nice hair, yet tried to get Lois Lane to marry him. Another strange deciphering is doubting who the heck Lana Lang is. Does she change her name to Lois Lane, or is this chick just another character in this up-to-date Superboy? Enough with my infatuation with the Superman saga...
Chapter Six: Stress & Frustration
Before that semester started, we were on our trip to the slopes. It was Snow Jams' re-awakening. The trip before had become a little out of hand when the event decided to take a break. During my first two years, Snow Jams was always a hit for the Akbayan organization. My freshmen year, the trip was so hype that UCDavis showed up and decided to party with us. The 2nd year after my arrival, the folks went up Northeast just to find out that their first night was a total bust. They partied so hard that they lost the place. Too much noise and too much alcohol makes a college organization go hideously crazy, resulting in the cabin becoming vacant. Luckily, I didn't attend either of these events.
Spring 2000, my presidential era was beginning on the plus sign because Snow Jams was back on its feet, we had almost twenty-five people gathered and paid for. That wasn't my first time that I had went snowboarding, so I was ready to hit the black diamonds. The trip was exhilerating because I hadn't been to the snows with my friends in a long while. I met some interesting people and got to know some others when I got there. My trip began on that Friday night when Mark, Jerry, Michelle, AJ, Charlie, Heather and myself went on a trip that lasted a lifetime. We arrive, at our destination, to a cabin full of drug-infested houligans, burnt rice, rooms filled with baggages, and silence. First words from the people weren't "hello", they were "keep quiet, we already got a warning." This occasion reminds me of a particular year in the past. Let's make sure this never happens.
The semester had begun and I'm nearly a wreck because I've attempted to begin the semester off on a cold plank. The hardest job for a president is beginning a whole new semester with a brand new cabinet. All I know is that the crew that I had were down with making things better. Unfortunately, the first cabinet meeting only consisted of five to seven of the eleven members. I was heart-broken. I didn't let it get me down. I anticipated this happening. I wanted to make sure I would be able to get through this semester with my mind intact. My scariest reaction was experiencing my first breakdown. I wanted to cry and lock myself in the corner. My cabinet seemed to be falling apart. Even though it was Spring semester, I knew that something had to be done. The alumni that had always been there for akbayan started to fade out of the picture. Not just akbayan the club, but the fact that p.c.n. was coming, there was no dedication, or no momentum from year's past mainly because there was none.
Taking on task after task, I knew that if something needed to be done, you have to risk and sacrifice yourself and those who want it that bad. I wanted it THAT bad. I wanted this club, this organization to live on. Tabling and public relations was the first plan of action. My active cabinet and I had limited time tabling at the student union. Everyone's schedule didn't mix. I don't recall even having a real general meeting that year. I was able to stick with my tabling schedule. Three times a week I would set up the table and everytime we tabled I would take everything home. I was my own organization for a while. Even when other's tabled, it seemed like all they did was sit there. Tabling, phonelists, planning, and soon enough, pcn would take my life, literally.
In early february, sjsu collections came up to the table telling me that akbayan has two outstanding debts that needed to be paid asap. This is where I go crazy. The very last cent from pcn '98 was being used to pay off bills that were supposed to be paid for Showtime '99 vendors. It was, in my knowledge, platinum entertainments bill. I spoke to the past president and platinum heads and there was no proof or evidence that they were to pay it off. My stress level began to rise more and more. From that point, I remember it perfectly that akbayan had only $104.67 in it for the rest of the semester. One bill was for a mere $50. The other was so high as $840; such BS.
Next, akbayan was to pay off franchesca's mother for renting out the cabin for snow jams; a payment of $660. My head nearly exploded here. This is where my own money became part of this whole mess that we call budget. At that time, I had more than enough money, yet I didn't know that I would be earning money to pay off an organizations bill. -sigh-
The only few positive moments during this semester were Food Bizarre and some other event that I forgot what it was called. We made nearly $700 selling a plate of adobo and rice with a cost of $94. I was a bit happy to see something finally going in the right direction. The other event had to do with a filipino photographer's photos in the engineering building.
Finally, pcn had flown in and I was in enormous pressure and frustration. I wasn't going to let akbayan and pcn die out. If we didn't have a pcn this semester, there would be no such momentum to even have new members for the next semester. There would be no interested cabinet to move on to better positions in the club. This was my motivation to make things right. The best part about all this was it was my highest grade point average at that point. So, the end of february had begun and the script was nearly finished. I was starting cultural workshops underneath the dining commons, with Jaymar. The pcn committee was strong and ready to make a difference. I just remember that all the people that attended the workshops were guys. I knew that we weren't going to be able to have a quality show. All I needed was a decent show. One evening I was talking to the Singkil prince, Juan. At that time, people were chilling underneath the dining commons just fooling around. I was a bit relaxed, looking up at the moon. It was a crescent moon and I made promise to myself. I told myself that by the time I saw another crescent moon, the same size, the same shape, there would be practices at the dc getting ready to put on a damn good show on May 20th, 2000.
I had no idea what this new group of individuals would do to the future of akbayan. I just knew that the quantity had to be made. So, what if I put myself in seven of the nine dances. No one else was willing to step up, especially in the amount of time. That semester, I was president, wrote most of the script, developed backstage settings, prepared food bizarre, danced and taught dances, raised my gpa, and revived Akbayan.
Akbayan became my family in the beginning, so I treated it like a family. I did everything possible to keep this family alive. With the right motivation, you can do anything.
note: While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction, and there's nothing you can do about it!
Friday, February 20, 2004
The craziest thought put into words
While driving at work earlier, I thought to myself about a bizarre topic that may interest you. Since the world is blanketed with different types of sexual intimacy, I wanted to know whose climax is better; male or female. On a guy's perspective, the male orgasm can last up to thirty minutes and maybe even more. Although, the average for an average male is 1.4 seconds. It is possible to experience such a longful feeling. As far as the female orgasm, the climax can last and prolong to build up to another forceful and desirable explosion. If the male species was given the opportunity to have multiple orgasms, a male would never stop doing the deed. So, the science of the male reproductive system was built to take on one orgasm at a time, sometimes two. The ability of two climax events happening pains the semenless tube. If this may occur, air may built up inside your genitals and leave an air bubble, which may infect your prostate. So, if you male's decide to pull off this stunt, don't! Don't worry about having more than one, just give your partner one after another after another after another. She'll love you for it. Shoot! You guys probably knew that already.
Chapter Five: Building Greatness
Fall 1999 brought together the introduction of a group of new people. New freshmen, new friends that could possibly take on a position in Akbayan. But before any of that, I would have to say that my education had become rotten. I don't even think my motivation for computer science was in my future. This was the semester where I finally started to take my education as a CS major seriously. the greatest part about the semester is the fact that I was taking ballroom dancing. I received an A+ in the class. It was the time when I believed that dancing would and could be a fun part of my life.
The other classes that I took were more affordable toward my general education than my major. I never even thought about the major that I was in. I never even researched the major that I began with. I had finally started to believe that Computer Science was not for me. I would come home and notice that my brother(Charlie), cousin(Lance), and roommate(RJ) were taking classes that were interesting to me. Industrial Technology seemed more my type of technical engineering. But, I wanted to keep CS as my main squeeze.
Taking Social Dancing, HUPS46A, I met some people that are no longer in my life. I remember meeting a female who I was crushing on, but I had no balls back then, and I don't think I ever did. Why on earth did I never have presentable confidence when I was single. Actually, I'm in a relationship, and I'm shy. I would have been the worst public relations officer. I never even had the balls to go up to someone and start a conversation to promote the club. The only time I was able to talk to people was when they came up to me. Can you believe this? Neither can I.
After a year at e.W.o, I found new friendships with my roommates and the people that lived inside that building. We weren't just roommates/housemates, we were a family. e.W.o, east William order, was a close household of brothers and sisters. There were so many people who lived, moved in, moved out, and just slept over because they needed a place to stay for the time being. My first set of roommates were Ryan, Anthony, Theo, Geof, Mike, and Charlie. The reason why we were able to fit seven of us is because there's four rooms. The venue was a place of comfort. There were so many visitors that we had. Even when none of us were home, we had guests. Girls were our main guests entered the House of Corinth. Every semester, I tried to rearrange my room because I was into variety. I couldn't have the same thing. While Charlie stuck to his layout, I moved my stuff around his half of the room. Overall, I should have just taken the single room. I would have enjoyed that room because I could decorate it anyway I wanted. The only reason I didn't want the room was because I was told it was haunted.
e.W.o was also known as the Akbayan house. At one time, we had a total of six cabinet members live there at one time. That was Fall 1998 semester though. We had Akbayan events; like movie night, lumpia rolling night, after-party nights, etc. The household had practices for pcn modern, friendship games roll call, cabinet meetings, etc. After the name faded, I still brought over people to celebrate whatever event they wished. I'm really hoping AKO takes over. It'll be a whole new generation of amazing parties and events, and SEX in that house. The amount of sex in that house was extraordinary. I didn't really contribute to this category until my last year at the house. The house is located on 11th & William St. with the huge tree and big parking lot next to it. We, at 502, made our education's transportation easy to come by.
Those were the days when kicking it inside the student union cafeteria was the thing. Even though it still is the thing, I mean, every type of click of friends kicked it there. We all eventually became close and started building up the tables into one long row of tables for everyone to sit with one another. I was always the quiet one to sit there and just listen to people talk. Whenever we weren't tabling for Akbayan, we sat in the SU just to chill or even do homework. There came a time when you would always see the same identical people sitting in a particular area. I don't know if it still is the same, but the African American students always sat in the front right area closest to the the SU hallway. There were older types of tables and chairs, and four-seater booths. There was the middle center table where we would put all the tables together and just chill. There was a time when that tradition stayed for quite some time, but in time, the back left booth had become occupied. The SU will always have its memories.
Akbayan used almost every single room in the Student Union for general and cabinet meetings. The Union was always easy to get to because there was a parking lot that the Modules took over, between the Corporate Yard and Business Tower. We used the Guadalupe, Umunhum, Pacifica, Costanoan, and other rooms. There were a lot of changes to the SJ campus. San Carlos was even a real street before I went to the campus. Wow! Even Pizza-a-Go-go was a venue for most of our meetings this semester. My life was bombarded with school and meetings. That semester brought on a lot of new members to Akbayan.
Akbayan was discovering a new foundation. Cheryl was president and I was some position. Every Tuesday or so, Cheryl and I would head on over to Sheppard Middle School to mentor some junior high students. They were a bunch of rascals, yet fun to watch them grow responsibly. After all, I always enjoyed visiting the kids.
That year, the winter formal was located at the Marriott Hotel in downtown San Jose. Renee fixed up my hair so that there was a bunch of tails on the top of my head. My hair was super long, so I was able to do something with it. I remember when my hair was 14-months long. My head was hot. The music was straight Techno/Rave music. I felt bad for the other guests because no one was really dancing unless hiphop started playing.
What seemed as a successful semester turned to crash and burn because cabinets were still semesterly. Not to mention that I was elected president for the next semester, Spring 2000. The fun begins here, and my leadership begins its raise to fame. Little did I know the struggle to keep something that meant so dear to me together. The decline of Akbayan members was failing, and nothing could be done.
note: nothing lasts, unless you truly want it to.
While driving at work earlier, I thought to myself about a bizarre topic that may interest you. Since the world is blanketed with different types of sexual intimacy, I wanted to know whose climax is better; male or female. On a guy's perspective, the male orgasm can last up to thirty minutes and maybe even more. Although, the average for an average male is 1.4 seconds. It is possible to experience such a longful feeling. As far as the female orgasm, the climax can last and prolong to build up to another forceful and desirable explosion. If the male species was given the opportunity to have multiple orgasms, a male would never stop doing the deed. So, the science of the male reproductive system was built to take on one orgasm at a time, sometimes two. The ability of two climax events happening pains the semenless tube. If this may occur, air may built up inside your genitals and leave an air bubble, which may infect your prostate. So, if you male's decide to pull off this stunt, don't! Don't worry about having more than one, just give your partner one after another after another after another. She'll love you for it. Shoot! You guys probably knew that already.
Chapter Five: Building Greatness
Fall 1999 brought together the introduction of a group of new people. New freshmen, new friends that could possibly take on a position in Akbayan. But before any of that, I would have to say that my education had become rotten. I don't even think my motivation for computer science was in my future. This was the semester where I finally started to take my education as a CS major seriously. the greatest part about the semester is the fact that I was taking ballroom dancing. I received an A+ in the class. It was the time when I believed that dancing would and could be a fun part of my life.
The other classes that I took were more affordable toward my general education than my major. I never even thought about the major that I was in. I never even researched the major that I began with. I had finally started to believe that Computer Science was not for me. I would come home and notice that my brother(Charlie), cousin(Lance), and roommate(RJ) were taking classes that were interesting to me. Industrial Technology seemed more my type of technical engineering. But, I wanted to keep CS as my main squeeze.
Taking Social Dancing, HUPS46A, I met some people that are no longer in my life. I remember meeting a female who I was crushing on, but I had no balls back then, and I don't think I ever did. Why on earth did I never have presentable confidence when I was single. Actually, I'm in a relationship, and I'm shy. I would have been the worst public relations officer. I never even had the balls to go up to someone and start a conversation to promote the club. The only time I was able to talk to people was when they came up to me. Can you believe this? Neither can I.
After a year at e.W.o, I found new friendships with my roommates and the people that lived inside that building. We weren't just roommates/housemates, we were a family. e.W.o, east William order, was a close household of brothers and sisters. There were so many people who lived, moved in, moved out, and just slept over because they needed a place to stay for the time being. My first set of roommates were Ryan, Anthony, Theo, Geof, Mike, and Charlie. The reason why we were able to fit seven of us is because there's four rooms. The venue was a place of comfort. There were so many visitors that we had. Even when none of us were home, we had guests. Girls were our main guests entered the House of Corinth. Every semester, I tried to rearrange my room because I was into variety. I couldn't have the same thing. While Charlie stuck to his layout, I moved my stuff around his half of the room. Overall, I should have just taken the single room. I would have enjoyed that room because I could decorate it anyway I wanted. The only reason I didn't want the room was because I was told it was haunted.
e.W.o was also known as the Akbayan house. At one time, we had a total of six cabinet members live there at one time. That was Fall 1998 semester though. We had Akbayan events; like movie night, lumpia rolling night, after-party nights, etc. The household had practices for pcn modern, friendship games roll call, cabinet meetings, etc. After the name faded, I still brought over people to celebrate whatever event they wished. I'm really hoping AKO takes over. It'll be a whole new generation of amazing parties and events, and SEX in that house. The amount of sex in that house was extraordinary. I didn't really contribute to this category until my last year at the house. The house is located on 11th & William St. with the huge tree and big parking lot next to it. We, at 502, made our education's transportation easy to come by.
Those were the days when kicking it inside the student union cafeteria was the thing. Even though it still is the thing, I mean, every type of click of friends kicked it there. We all eventually became close and started building up the tables into one long row of tables for everyone to sit with one another. I was always the quiet one to sit there and just listen to people talk. Whenever we weren't tabling for Akbayan, we sat in the SU just to chill or even do homework. There came a time when you would always see the same identical people sitting in a particular area. I don't know if it still is the same, but the African American students always sat in the front right area closest to the the SU hallway. There were older types of tables and chairs, and four-seater booths. There was the middle center table where we would put all the tables together and just chill. There was a time when that tradition stayed for quite some time, but in time, the back left booth had become occupied. The SU will always have its memories.
Akbayan used almost every single room in the Student Union for general and cabinet meetings. The Union was always easy to get to because there was a parking lot that the Modules took over, between the Corporate Yard and Business Tower. We used the Guadalupe, Umunhum, Pacifica, Costanoan, and other rooms. There were a lot of changes to the SJ campus. San Carlos was even a real street before I went to the campus. Wow! Even Pizza-a-Go-go was a venue for most of our meetings this semester. My life was bombarded with school and meetings. That semester brought on a lot of new members to Akbayan.
Akbayan was discovering a new foundation. Cheryl was president and I was some position. Every Tuesday or so, Cheryl and I would head on over to Sheppard Middle School to mentor some junior high students. They were a bunch of rascals, yet fun to watch them grow responsibly. After all, I always enjoyed visiting the kids.
That year, the winter formal was located at the Marriott Hotel in downtown San Jose. Renee fixed up my hair so that there was a bunch of tails on the top of my head. My hair was super long, so I was able to do something with it. I remember when my hair was 14-months long. My head was hot. The music was straight Techno/Rave music. I felt bad for the other guests because no one was really dancing unless hiphop started playing.
What seemed as a successful semester turned to crash and burn because cabinets were still semesterly. Not to mention that I was elected president for the next semester, Spring 2000. The fun begins here, and my leadership begins its raise to fame. Little did I know the struggle to keep something that meant so dear to me together. The decline of Akbayan members was failing, and nothing could be done.
note: nothing lasts, unless you truly want it to.
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Identity runs in different directions
I've always had the trouble trying to figure who and what I really am. If I am filipino, what is my true history? The people that I know claim, with pride, their filipino-ness. Not all, but most. Why is it that Filipino-Americans really have no identity that proves to us that we are our own? Pretty much, being an American makes us individuals that believe in what we do, or in what others think we should. We watch television and discover heroes, idols, and people to look up to. I've always wanted to be the person that people look up to. Although, I've never really made a difference or did something spectacular to be someone's hero. My kindness, patience, and friendliness has built my identity. Whenever my race is brought up, I just tell people I am American. I was born and raised in San Francisco, California, United States of America. My ethnicity is Filipino. Words can really make someone think different of themselves. Along with my digression of different topics, I don't grasp another person's way of life. I live the way I want to live. No one has substantially ever tried to change who or what I am. There was once a time when I wanted to be this way or that way. My freshmen year of high school, I wanted to be a teeny-bopper with the other incoming Riordan freshmens, Jason, Nathaniel, and Joseph. So, I followed them all to Stonestown mall to kick it with the Mercy SF girls in the center quad. I was once a follower who knew nothing of leading other's to freedom. Now, I am the gifted one to assist other's to their own identity, OR TRY TO.
Who do you masturbate to? Aivy admitted to me yesterday that she masturbated to Thomas Ian Nicholas, also known as Kevin from American Pie. I told her I stroked it to Alyssa Milano. I'm crazy about Shannyn Sossamon, but I wouldn't do that stuff anymore. I admitted it, can you?
My 3 Favorite Movies...
(1) 40 Days and 40 Nights
(2) Rules of Attraction
(3) Mighty Ducks 2
My 3 Favorite Playstation 2 Games...
(1) NHL2004
(2) Socom 2
(3) Final Fantasy X
note: Be your own person, be who you are meant to be. You're not them, they're you.
I've always had the trouble trying to figure who and what I really am. If I am filipino, what is my true history? The people that I know claim, with pride, their filipino-ness. Not all, but most. Why is it that Filipino-Americans really have no identity that proves to us that we are our own? Pretty much, being an American makes us individuals that believe in what we do, or in what others think we should. We watch television and discover heroes, idols, and people to look up to. I've always wanted to be the person that people look up to. Although, I've never really made a difference or did something spectacular to be someone's hero. My kindness, patience, and friendliness has built my identity. Whenever my race is brought up, I just tell people I am American. I was born and raised in San Francisco, California, United States of America. My ethnicity is Filipino. Words can really make someone think different of themselves. Along with my digression of different topics, I don't grasp another person's way of life. I live the way I want to live. No one has substantially ever tried to change who or what I am. There was once a time when I wanted to be this way or that way. My freshmen year of high school, I wanted to be a teeny-bopper with the other incoming Riordan freshmens, Jason, Nathaniel, and Joseph. So, I followed them all to Stonestown mall to kick it with the Mercy SF girls in the center quad. I was once a follower who knew nothing of leading other's to freedom. Now, I am the gifted one to assist other's to their own identity, OR TRY TO.
Who do you masturbate to? Aivy admitted to me yesterday that she masturbated to Thomas Ian Nicholas, also known as Kevin from American Pie. I told her I stroked it to Alyssa Milano. I'm crazy about Shannyn Sossamon, but I wouldn't do that stuff anymore. I admitted it, can you?
My 3 Favorite Movies...
(1) 40 Days and 40 Nights
(2) Rules of Attraction
(3) Mighty Ducks 2
My 3 Favorite Playstation 2 Games...
(1) NHL2004
(2) Socom 2
(3) Final Fantasy X
note: Be your own person, be who you are meant to be. You're not them, they're you.
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
Knowing that a place can be a venue of happiness
We've lived in 2915 for nearly two months and I don't know what my decision would be at the end of the twelve month lease. It doesn't take much to decorate such a small living space. The room is rarely warm, so wrapping ourselves in the comfort of blankets keeps the warmth inside. The food rations don't really bother much because food is easy to come by around here. The best restaurant for cheese steak is on Divisadero. I don't really know the name of it, only "Philadelphia Cheese Steaks" place. The five items that I touch the most in our place is my playstation 2, tv remote, refrigerator door, bed, and telephone to check if there are any messages. This place is so visitable, come one, come all. It's sad that no one really attempts to visit us. Oh well...
Chapter Four: The Separation of Two Powers
The era was the most confusing because the semester had started with a brand new cabinet. This was the first time I noticed that semesterly cabinets were totally the wrong direction to extending another successful semester. The downfall of Akbayan began and was taking a striking decrease in members, interest, and separate groups. The number of members didn't really make a difference from the usual, but the participation was in different interests. The Spring 1999 semester had its ups and incredible downs. The amount of money was sufficient to do some pretty daring and spontaneous events we could think of. By the way, that semester, we had two advisors, Dr. Navarro and Miss David-Sanchez, which was only available for the next two semesters, including this present one. We had our usual advisor, Dr. Navarro, who was always there and not there. She always wanted to be involved, yet we didn't really ask for her assistance because it seemed she wasn't the type of person we wanted around. Although, Miss David-Sanchez was the young looking advisor whom we went to because she was closer to our age. I didn't mind having two advisors, but why should one be better than the other because of age.
One of the events that was agreed upon from the past cabinet was March's incredible events that took Akbayan's funds straight into the red. I don't know if this information should even be public. Oh well! The two events that were one week away from each other were Kundirana and Showtime. The Kundirana event took all the money, that one can make from three average pcn's, and shoved it down the drain. The hype began in fall semester knowing that we can pull off a show like the one we did. We hardly did any pr'ing for this event, showing that the number of guests would be low, taking the funds from our own pocket. The tickets were as high as $50, proving to us that this event should have been planned more than or equal to showtime. The Kundirana kids are from De La Salle High School in the Philippines. They travelled all the way over to San Jose, California to put on a show for a total of sixty-five people. Don't we know how to grab interest from people in the Bay Area.
The seperation of two great powers had torn the interest of Akbayan apart. We had the strong social side and the bold political side that gained a lot of exposure by doing what they do. Everytime I was in a cabinet meeting that previous semester, there was always some type of conflict that had to do with how money should be spent. I didn't know what to think of the people. Seeing differently was and will always be involved in college filipino organizations. Although, that semester was strong enough to pull off a couple of successful doings.
The week after Kundirana, Akbayan and Platinum Entertainment developed Showtime, an outdoor showcase that involved singing/dancing, volleyball and basketball tournaments. The event collected an amount of two thousand guests on the 7th Street promenade of the campus. I had my fun being backstage for performers and a runner for both the games and performers. If only we knew that nearly one year later the campus collection would be walking up to our table to explain the outstanding debts that we had. Little did I know is that Platinum Entertainment didn't pay off a certain vendor that should have been paid before the show even happened. I'll go into this in Chapter Six.
The saddest part about this semester was the cancellation of pcn. Making this decision brought tears to many people's eyes. We lost a majority of our dancers because of the lack of interest that year. The alumni started to believe that their involvement with Akbayan was overdoing it. They were all taking part in a graduation event that year. That year, I was just getting used to learning so many dances. We were ready to dance up to ten dances, yet we never got to show anything for it. Girlie was the pcn director and all I remember and hear that she was heart-broken. The script was a bit bland, but the writer's put a lot of effort into the development of its creation. The idea of postponing the show until October of the next semester was brought up, yet shot down. The only reason we cancelled the show was the lack of funds, participants, and interests. We had a total of $200 without help with A.S. funding, a cast of thirty-four, and the show being far from ready to perform. The beginning of the end was creeping up on us.
My first experience with Pil-Grad was this semester. There was a total of twenty-five participants, and only five of them were in Akbayan. Ryan and I made a video for the graduates, which wasn't that bad. The event started on time in the last afternoon, in Morris Dailey auditorium. The cool thing was that the valedictorian of the whole SJSU class participated in Pil-Grad. This year, two of my roommates graduated, my brother and Ryan. From that moment, I knew I was going to make sure that Pil-Grad was going to happen when I graduate.
note: My vision started to begin from this point.
We've lived in 2915 for nearly two months and I don't know what my decision would be at the end of the twelve month lease. It doesn't take much to decorate such a small living space. The room is rarely warm, so wrapping ourselves in the comfort of blankets keeps the warmth inside. The food rations don't really bother much because food is easy to come by around here. The best restaurant for cheese steak is on Divisadero. I don't really know the name of it, only "Philadelphia Cheese Steaks" place. The five items that I touch the most in our place is my playstation 2, tv remote, refrigerator door, bed, and telephone to check if there are any messages. This place is so visitable, come one, come all. It's sad that no one really attempts to visit us. Oh well...
Chapter Four: The Separation of Two Powers
The era was the most confusing because the semester had started with a brand new cabinet. This was the first time I noticed that semesterly cabinets were totally the wrong direction to extending another successful semester. The downfall of Akbayan began and was taking a striking decrease in members, interest, and separate groups. The number of members didn't really make a difference from the usual, but the participation was in different interests. The Spring 1999 semester had its ups and incredible downs. The amount of money was sufficient to do some pretty daring and spontaneous events we could think of. By the way, that semester, we had two advisors, Dr. Navarro and Miss David-Sanchez, which was only available for the next two semesters, including this present one. We had our usual advisor, Dr. Navarro, who was always there and not there. She always wanted to be involved, yet we didn't really ask for her assistance because it seemed she wasn't the type of person we wanted around. Although, Miss David-Sanchez was the young looking advisor whom we went to because she was closer to our age. I didn't mind having two advisors, but why should one be better than the other because of age.
One of the events that was agreed upon from the past cabinet was March's incredible events that took Akbayan's funds straight into the red. I don't know if this information should even be public. Oh well! The two events that were one week away from each other were Kundirana and Showtime. The Kundirana event took all the money, that one can make from three average pcn's, and shoved it down the drain. The hype began in fall semester knowing that we can pull off a show like the one we did. We hardly did any pr'ing for this event, showing that the number of guests would be low, taking the funds from our own pocket. The tickets were as high as $50, proving to us that this event should have been planned more than or equal to showtime. The Kundirana kids are from De La Salle High School in the Philippines. They travelled all the way over to San Jose, California to put on a show for a total of sixty-five people. Don't we know how to grab interest from people in the Bay Area.
The seperation of two great powers had torn the interest of Akbayan apart. We had the strong social side and the bold political side that gained a lot of exposure by doing what they do. Everytime I was in a cabinet meeting that previous semester, there was always some type of conflict that had to do with how money should be spent. I didn't know what to think of the people. Seeing differently was and will always be involved in college filipino organizations. Although, that semester was strong enough to pull off a couple of successful doings.
The week after Kundirana, Akbayan and Platinum Entertainment developed Showtime, an outdoor showcase that involved singing/dancing, volleyball and basketball tournaments. The event collected an amount of two thousand guests on the 7th Street promenade of the campus. I had my fun being backstage for performers and a runner for both the games and performers. If only we knew that nearly one year later the campus collection would be walking up to our table to explain the outstanding debts that we had. Little did I know is that Platinum Entertainment didn't pay off a certain vendor that should have been paid before the show even happened. I'll go into this in Chapter Six.
The saddest part about this semester was the cancellation of pcn. Making this decision brought tears to many people's eyes. We lost a majority of our dancers because of the lack of interest that year. The alumni started to believe that their involvement with Akbayan was overdoing it. They were all taking part in a graduation event that year. That year, I was just getting used to learning so many dances. We were ready to dance up to ten dances, yet we never got to show anything for it. Girlie was the pcn director and all I remember and hear that she was heart-broken. The script was a bit bland, but the writer's put a lot of effort into the development of its creation. The idea of postponing the show until October of the next semester was brought up, yet shot down. The only reason we cancelled the show was the lack of funds, participants, and interests. We had a total of $200 without help with A.S. funding, a cast of thirty-four, and the show being far from ready to perform. The beginning of the end was creeping up on us.
My first experience with Pil-Grad was this semester. There was a total of twenty-five participants, and only five of them were in Akbayan. Ryan and I made a video for the graduates, which wasn't that bad. The event started on time in the last afternoon, in Morris Dailey auditorium. The cool thing was that the valedictorian of the whole SJSU class participated in Pil-Grad. This year, two of my roommates graduated, my brother and Ryan. From that moment, I knew I was going to make sure that Pil-Grad was going to happen when I graduate.
note: My vision started to begin from this point.
Friday, February 13, 2004
Sitting, thinking, and back hurting
I await the arrival of my bebeh because she went out to City Beach earlier to meet up with her friend Stephanie. The way I felt when she left was less ordinary. I didn't want her to leave, but when does she ever get a chance to hangout with her friends. People think our commitment is over the edge. Whenever someone asks where Aivy is, it's not, "Where's your girlfriend?", it's more like, "Where is your wife?" I have no problem with the way people think, but I don't want to smother bebeh and think that I'm not giving her enough freedom. We are a couple that just loves do things together. Her friends are my friends, and my friends are her friends. But, about earlier, I watched her leave as she drove out of the parking spot and drove off. I miss her.
Chapter Three: The Rise
My involvement in Akbayan was more than I ever thought it would be. I was never late for a cabinet or general meeting. The Akbayan cabinet had the greatest chemistry. The organization consisted of socials, politicals, and a balance of both. This semester smoothed out greatly and our efforts from the beginning of the semester to the last day was near perfect. We involved all new members in events that kept that active, even after friendship games. Thinking back to this day, there was no faults in that cabinet. We communicated, we kept composure with any downfalls that came about. We had money in the account, the profits jumped into our pockets, and each meeting was a popular success. You would think that this cabinet could not be outdone by no one else. Well, that's what I believed. We had what every organization had that needs to survive. There was the cute guys, the sexy girls, the leaders, followers yearning for leadership, and responsibility that was beyond greatness. Although, there is always disadvantages to perfection. During that time, Akbayan cabinets lasted semesterly. You can already anticipate a downfall, but let's stick to this era.
I was taking a bunch of my prerequisites for computer science. I didn't see myself taking my education seriously because of my participation in the organization. There are regrets during this time of my life, but I can't really guarantee that I would take what I did back. I did everything that I wanted. This was my first semester living two blocks away from school, and loving it. I remember now; I took my American Studies class that semester. I met so many people from just one class. We studied a lot on the 3rd floor of the library. I would think I was one of the motivators when we were studying because I was constantly ask the others a particularly question that we would need to know for the midterm. So, during that time, my education was still an important part of my life. I was taking a lot of my general education classes. I didn't know that the mixture of ge and major classes should be made to balance out your grades. It makes one think that you should do seriously in your ge classes and poorly, yet average in your major. Balance out your classes.
Fall 1998 was interesting enough for me. I met a lot of cool freshmen. I met Jerry, Christigale, Armand, etc. They were specifically known as Markham Hall, I guess. The momentum of such freshmen made the school year very easy to bare with. I just remember my visits to Markham Hall was increasing greater and greater. Actually, I visited Jerry's dorm, over at Royce Hall, a couple of times to watch movies and ask him to burn me a copy of music. My friends over at Hoover Hall, second floor, were fading out of my life and I was moving on with new friendships that were involved with Akbayan. By this, I found out that my friendships happened to follow the semesters with Akbayan. Each cabinet that I was involved with was my new group of friends. My main friendships were with my AMS group, Leighton, and the dorm people. Although, these friendships weren't meant to last as long, but let's move on from that subject. Let's just say that I was still unhappy. I never had that group of people that I can just call and say, let's go out and kick it. I shrug and wonder if I'll ever be socially happy.
note: That semester was mindless and somewhat new.
I await the arrival of my bebeh because she went out to City Beach earlier to meet up with her friend Stephanie. The way I felt when she left was less ordinary. I didn't want her to leave, but when does she ever get a chance to hangout with her friends. People think our commitment is over the edge. Whenever someone asks where Aivy is, it's not, "Where's your girlfriend?", it's more like, "Where is your wife?" I have no problem with the way people think, but I don't want to smother bebeh and think that I'm not giving her enough freedom. We are a couple that just loves do things together. Her friends are my friends, and my friends are her friends. But, about earlier, I watched her leave as she drove out of the parking spot and drove off. I miss her.
Chapter Three: The Rise
My involvement in Akbayan was more than I ever thought it would be. I was never late for a cabinet or general meeting. The Akbayan cabinet had the greatest chemistry. The organization consisted of socials, politicals, and a balance of both. This semester smoothed out greatly and our efforts from the beginning of the semester to the last day was near perfect. We involved all new members in events that kept that active, even after friendship games. Thinking back to this day, there was no faults in that cabinet. We communicated, we kept composure with any downfalls that came about. We had money in the account, the profits jumped into our pockets, and each meeting was a popular success. You would think that this cabinet could not be outdone by no one else. Well, that's what I believed. We had what every organization had that needs to survive. There was the cute guys, the sexy girls, the leaders, followers yearning for leadership, and responsibility that was beyond greatness. Although, there is always disadvantages to perfection. During that time, Akbayan cabinets lasted semesterly. You can already anticipate a downfall, but let's stick to this era.
I was taking a bunch of my prerequisites for computer science. I didn't see myself taking my education seriously because of my participation in the organization. There are regrets during this time of my life, but I can't really guarantee that I would take what I did back. I did everything that I wanted. This was my first semester living two blocks away from school, and loving it. I remember now; I took my American Studies class that semester. I met so many people from just one class. We studied a lot on the 3rd floor of the library. I would think I was one of the motivators when we were studying because I was constantly ask the others a particularly question that we would need to know for the midterm. So, during that time, my education was still an important part of my life. I was taking a lot of my general education classes. I didn't know that the mixture of ge and major classes should be made to balance out your grades. It makes one think that you should do seriously in your ge classes and poorly, yet average in your major. Balance out your classes.
Fall 1998 was interesting enough for me. I met a lot of cool freshmen. I met Jerry, Christigale, Armand, etc. They were specifically known as Markham Hall, I guess. The momentum of such freshmen made the school year very easy to bare with. I just remember my visits to Markham Hall was increasing greater and greater. Actually, I visited Jerry's dorm, over at Royce Hall, a couple of times to watch movies and ask him to burn me a copy of music. My friends over at Hoover Hall, second floor, were fading out of my life and I was moving on with new friendships that were involved with Akbayan. By this, I found out that my friendships happened to follow the semesters with Akbayan. Each cabinet that I was involved with was my new group of friends. My main friendships were with my AMS group, Leighton, and the dorm people. Although, these friendships weren't meant to last as long, but let's move on from that subject. Let's just say that I was still unhappy. I never had that group of people that I can just call and say, let's go out and kick it. I shrug and wonder if I'll ever be socially happy.
note: That semester was mindless and somewhat new.
Monday, February 09, 2004
Breaks, resting and Valentine's Day
Last February 14th, Aivy and I actually kicked back at my old house in San Jose. We did the couple love stuff; like ate lunch at a fastfood restraurant, played video games, and slept. Wasn't that the perfect Valentine's Day? Maybe, but I know this year we can do better than last year's. After being together for more than a year, love is stronger, so the things we do and the things we don't do always makes a difference. I want Aivy to be happy. I want her to know that I'm the right guy for her. Reading her entries, she plans this surprise day for us, but I'm still waiting to see if I can even get off work. We wanted to be tourists in San Francisco, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see what my boss says.
Chapter Two: The Beginning
During Christmas break, I spent my five weeks in San Francisco. I believe I was addicted to AOL4.0 and the PinoyPinay Chatrooms in Japan. That was a weird time in my life because I felt I was never good enough to find a girl in person, so I used the internet as a safe haven for my ugliness. I'm so glad that phase wore out soon and without a trace of remembrance. Although, I do return myself to the chatrooms in later years, not because of lonlieness, but boredom. I think back and remember meeting some interesting people. I don't quite remember any importance from any of those friendships, so I'll move onto my second semester.
By the end of the first semester, I was seeing myself in the company of the Akbayan cabinet, as Fundraiser Chair. That whole semester, I was intimidated to come up with any ideas, and when I did, I was somewhat ridiculed. It wasn't bad that my ideas were shot, I just didn't know the whole ordeal with issues containing money, members, and other non-sequential items. After the semester was over, I was ready to take on a higher role in the cabinet. I ran for Secretary against Christine L. Did I win? No, I lost like a turtle. I felt my participation in Akbayan was better off as a member. After seeing myself as fundraiser and losing an election, I just wasn't cabinet material. This information is included in the third installment, so be patient.
Spring 1998 was a big year for me because I was meeting a lot of people from PCN, Pilipino Cultural Night, practices. A majority of the dancers were in the dance group Barangay, based in South San Francisco - within time, I will also be in it and still am, kind of. So, my first commitment in my very first pcn would have to be Right Stage Manager at Santa Clara Convention Center. I took initiative as much as I can. A few nights before the show, on June 8th, 1998, I planned out the stage props, concreted each stage direction, and pretty much did what Ulo does for the past how many shows. I wanted to make everything easier for people to move on stage and for the backstage crew to flow like water. And guess what, during that show, my right side was the best side. Another incident happened during the second act. We accidentally put out the wrong scene. Imagine this, putting out a church scene in place of a living room scene. During that time, we only had 30-45 seconds to change scenes. By the time I found out what scene we were about to jump into, we were at the 10 - 9 - 8 countdown going. Within the last five seconds, curtains opening, and with pitch black vision, we pulled it. Darlene and the stage left crew were laughing at us. I thought we were tight to be able to pull off such a stunt. I never really go to see that show on tape. I only got to see clips of the show, and it wasn't good enough. I only have footage of practices in the SU Amphitheater. That PCN was my least stressed because I didn't really have to do anything that I would be at fault for. The story involved domestic violence, we managed twenty dances, and we made profit. Promise Ring was the last possible show that we would see a majority of all the senior/alumni dancers. Oh well, we managed. R.I.P. PCN1999
By the end of that semester, I picked myself back up in Computer Science and met a lot of new people. That year, the profit made from the show was used on the Spring Banquet, in which awards were given and people dressed up and had fun. This isn't the best way to blow all the money that you made from a successful PCN. The event was held at David's, a prestigious restaurant and country club. I guess we deserved it.
Late June, I moved out of Valley West and entered east William order, e.W.o, the House of Corinth. I would have been better off taking the single room to myself, instead of rooming with my brother. Oh well. No worries.
note: your motivation builds within as your self-esteem linearly aligns itself with your motiv.
Last February 14th, Aivy and I actually kicked back at my old house in San Jose. We did the couple love stuff; like ate lunch at a fastfood restraurant, played video games, and slept. Wasn't that the perfect Valentine's Day? Maybe, but I know this year we can do better than last year's. After being together for more than a year, love is stronger, so the things we do and the things we don't do always makes a difference. I want Aivy to be happy. I want her to know that I'm the right guy for her. Reading her entries, she plans this surprise day for us, but I'm still waiting to see if I can even get off work. We wanted to be tourists in San Francisco, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see what my boss says.
Chapter Two: The Beginning
During Christmas break, I spent my five weeks in San Francisco. I believe I was addicted to AOL4.0 and the PinoyPinay Chatrooms in Japan. That was a weird time in my life because I felt I was never good enough to find a girl in person, so I used the internet as a safe haven for my ugliness. I'm so glad that phase wore out soon and without a trace of remembrance. Although, I do return myself to the chatrooms in later years, not because of lonlieness, but boredom. I think back and remember meeting some interesting people. I don't quite remember any importance from any of those friendships, so I'll move onto my second semester.
By the end of the first semester, I was seeing myself in the company of the Akbayan cabinet, as Fundraiser Chair. That whole semester, I was intimidated to come up with any ideas, and when I did, I was somewhat ridiculed. It wasn't bad that my ideas were shot, I just didn't know the whole ordeal with issues containing money, members, and other non-sequential items. After the semester was over, I was ready to take on a higher role in the cabinet. I ran for Secretary against Christine L. Did I win? No, I lost like a turtle. I felt my participation in Akbayan was better off as a member. After seeing myself as fundraiser and losing an election, I just wasn't cabinet material. This information is included in the third installment, so be patient.
Spring 1998 was a big year for me because I was meeting a lot of people from PCN, Pilipino Cultural Night, practices. A majority of the dancers were in the dance group Barangay, based in South San Francisco - within time, I will also be in it and still am, kind of. So, my first commitment in my very first pcn would have to be Right Stage Manager at Santa Clara Convention Center. I took initiative as much as I can. A few nights before the show, on June 8th, 1998, I planned out the stage props, concreted each stage direction, and pretty much did what Ulo does for the past how many shows. I wanted to make everything easier for people to move on stage and for the backstage crew to flow like water. And guess what, during that show, my right side was the best side. Another incident happened during the second act. We accidentally put out the wrong scene. Imagine this, putting out a church scene in place of a living room scene. During that time, we only had 30-45 seconds to change scenes. By the time I found out what scene we were about to jump into, we were at the 10 - 9 - 8 countdown going. Within the last five seconds, curtains opening, and with pitch black vision, we pulled it. Darlene and the stage left crew were laughing at us. I thought we were tight to be able to pull off such a stunt. I never really go to see that show on tape. I only got to see clips of the show, and it wasn't good enough. I only have footage of practices in the SU Amphitheater. That PCN was my least stressed because I didn't really have to do anything that I would be at fault for. The story involved domestic violence, we managed twenty dances, and we made profit. Promise Ring was the last possible show that we would see a majority of all the senior/alumni dancers. Oh well, we managed. R.I.P. PCN1999
By the end of that semester, I picked myself back up in Computer Science and met a lot of new people. That year, the profit made from the show was used on the Spring Banquet, in which awards were given and people dressed up and had fun. This isn't the best way to blow all the money that you made from a successful PCN. The event was held at David's, a prestigious restaurant and country club. I guess we deserved it.
Late June, I moved out of Valley West and entered east William order, e.W.o, the House of Corinth. I would have been better off taking the single room to myself, instead of rooming with my brother. Oh well. No worries.
note: your motivation builds within as your self-esteem linearly aligns itself with your motiv.
Friday, February 06, 2004
From beginning to the present
Chapter One: Something New
This is actually my place. My roommate is Edison, and we're decorating our room over at Valley West Apartments. The date is June 1997, and in nearly a week is my 18th Birthday. In about two months, I will beginning my first semester at San Jose State University, majoring in Computer Science. The worst part about my major is that I really don't know what it is. My family knew and watched my skills with a computer grow. What the heck! My first semester was an interesting one. My classes included: Comm 20 (B-), Comm 41 (B+), Math 20 (D-), CS40 (A), and Physics 60 (A). The best part about that first semester was the feeling of cleansing, something new and refreshing. My years of high school aren't worth mentioning. I disliked a majority of my life at an all boy school. The greatest motivation can come from the torment and embarrassment that one's peers can easily take advantage of. Coming to a new city, to a new school, and meeting new friends with the help of old friends can really build a firm foundation.
Before I began my education, I was involved in a singing group, P.R.I.M.E. We were singing for almost half a year when we all decided to move into the same apartment. The hours of practice was fun, but I knew that I wasn't going to be dedicating my life into it. I wanted to pay attention to my college career in computer science. I was told this major needed a lot of study time, and I was getting comfortable with college life. Being the first year at a Cal State University in San Jose, my education will begin two years from my first day of class. The day that I finally took school seriously was actually three and a half years into it all. The reason why distractions were put in my path is because I was curious, just like any other person. Who would really want to ignore what school can give us, besides education. Walking through the student union, we collect flyers, free shirts for signing up for a credit card, and the faces of different organizations trying to persuade us to join their club. Oh, what the heck, I guess I'll go up to this table. I approach the banner and read the name, Akbayan.
My first semester of college was mostly dedicated to my friends that I met from A.M.P., Alliance for Minority Participation. This was a pre-engineering program that paid each individual for doing. Even though I was a computer science major, I still took some of the same prerequisites. I met a lot of people through this program, like Liza, Francisco, Sheryl, Michelle, Robert, Vontay, and many other people who I would be hoping to take my Calculus and Physics classes with. These people came, and, within one year, went. I don't know if it was me that left or if it was their busy schedules, but I guess I needed to find my way, or group of friends.
Eventually, through the semester, my interest in Akbayan grew. The passion wasn't as serious in the beginning. I was quickly brought into the circle because of my family connection with my brothers. I had two brothers that were already part of the club that had sparked my life to be where it is now. I don't know if my life would be different if I never had my brothers be there to help uplift my wanting to be in the club. The organization had some interesting people in it, but I still continued to be with my engineering friends. That semester, the only events that I attended were meetings, Winter Formal, and Friendship Games.
My first Friendship Games was the most amazing, but not the most memorable. In 1997, I took my very first drive down to Los Angeles with Edison, Melvin, and Francis. This memory may want to be very collected because it may be the only Friendship Games I speak of, besides 2003's. The moment we arrive at the hotel, we drop our stuff and immediately go hotel hopping with the boys. And of course, I was the designated driver. During those days, I hadn't taken a drop of alcohol yet. We met up with the most outgoing individuals and their hotel rooms full of drinks, guys, and girls. Coming from an all male school, seeing so many females was all so new to me, and I liked it. At the same time, I wasn't afraid to just go into any room at the Holiday Inn. I was offered drinks every moment I turned my shoulder. My answer was simply, "Sorry, I'm the designated driver." They congratulated me with the choice I made for the evening. At the end of the evening, my carload and I were locked out of our room with nowhere else to sleep. We went room hopping and chilled with some people we met. About an hour or two later, around 3am, we knocked on our door and the door slowly creeked open. After a few words of attitude with our roommates, we all slept comfortably. The whole weekend went well. We finished 7th with games and somewhere with SPUF. We came back early after a day at CityWalk (a hateful place).
note: The beginning of my memoires of college.
Chapter One: Something New
This is actually my place. My roommate is Edison, and we're decorating our room over at Valley West Apartments. The date is June 1997, and in nearly a week is my 18th Birthday. In about two months, I will beginning my first semester at San Jose State University, majoring in Computer Science. The worst part about my major is that I really don't know what it is. My family knew and watched my skills with a computer grow. What the heck! My first semester was an interesting one. My classes included: Comm 20 (B-), Comm 41 (B+), Math 20 (D-), CS40 (A), and Physics 60 (A). The best part about that first semester was the feeling of cleansing, something new and refreshing. My years of high school aren't worth mentioning. I disliked a majority of my life at an all boy school. The greatest motivation can come from the torment and embarrassment that one's peers can easily take advantage of. Coming to a new city, to a new school, and meeting new friends with the help of old friends can really build a firm foundation.
Before I began my education, I was involved in a singing group, P.R.I.M.E. We were singing for almost half a year when we all decided to move into the same apartment. The hours of practice was fun, but I knew that I wasn't going to be dedicating my life into it. I wanted to pay attention to my college career in computer science. I was told this major needed a lot of study time, and I was getting comfortable with college life. Being the first year at a Cal State University in San Jose, my education will begin two years from my first day of class. The day that I finally took school seriously was actually three and a half years into it all. The reason why distractions were put in my path is because I was curious, just like any other person. Who would really want to ignore what school can give us, besides education. Walking through the student union, we collect flyers, free shirts for signing up for a credit card, and the faces of different organizations trying to persuade us to join their club. Oh, what the heck, I guess I'll go up to this table. I approach the banner and read the name, Akbayan.
My first semester of college was mostly dedicated to my friends that I met from A.M.P., Alliance for Minority Participation. This was a pre-engineering program that paid each individual for doing. Even though I was a computer science major, I still took some of the same prerequisites. I met a lot of people through this program, like Liza, Francisco, Sheryl, Michelle, Robert, Vontay, and many other people who I would be hoping to take my Calculus and Physics classes with. These people came, and, within one year, went. I don't know if it was me that left or if it was their busy schedules, but I guess I needed to find my way, or group of friends.
Eventually, through the semester, my interest in Akbayan grew. The passion wasn't as serious in the beginning. I was quickly brought into the circle because of my family connection with my brothers. I had two brothers that were already part of the club that had sparked my life to be where it is now. I don't know if my life would be different if I never had my brothers be there to help uplift my wanting to be in the club. The organization had some interesting people in it, but I still continued to be with my engineering friends. That semester, the only events that I attended were meetings, Winter Formal, and Friendship Games.
My first Friendship Games was the most amazing, but not the most memorable. In 1997, I took my very first drive down to Los Angeles with Edison, Melvin, and Francis. This memory may want to be very collected because it may be the only Friendship Games I speak of, besides 2003's. The moment we arrive at the hotel, we drop our stuff and immediately go hotel hopping with the boys. And of course, I was the designated driver. During those days, I hadn't taken a drop of alcohol yet. We met up with the most outgoing individuals and their hotel rooms full of drinks, guys, and girls. Coming from an all male school, seeing so many females was all so new to me, and I liked it. At the same time, I wasn't afraid to just go into any room at the Holiday Inn. I was offered drinks every moment I turned my shoulder. My answer was simply, "Sorry, I'm the designated driver." They congratulated me with the choice I made for the evening. At the end of the evening, my carload and I were locked out of our room with nowhere else to sleep. We went room hopping and chilled with some people we met. About an hour or two later, around 3am, we knocked on our door and the door slowly creeked open. After a few words of attitude with our roommates, we all slept comfortably. The whole weekend went well. We finished 7th with games and somewhere with SPUF. We came back early after a day at CityWalk (a hateful place).
note: The beginning of my memoires of college.
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Drivers suck
The existence of nasty drivers can be set and branded into many different categories. In my eyes, I only recognize two types; responsible and careless. I may fall into the balance of both sides, but then that would make me a hypocrite with my own standards. If I say there's two types, how come I can easily invent a third option. That's beside the point, I want all to know what I think of the differences between the two. A resonsible driver has the ability to choose his or her choices when an event comes. When the responsible individual encounters a four-way stop, the first reaction would be to stop completely and issue the first person to their designated stop to make the first move. Instead, the careless driver will immediately creep through the crosswalk and nearly giving no time for the passing car to get across. As you can see, this is an extreme peeve of mine. Oh! And the use of the turn signal is required for a fricking reason. For those of you who don't use it when turning a corner, merging, changing lanes, and parking, why not save money on the purchase of your car and ask for no turn signals in the first place...
While I work, there are drivers who slowly go through a two way street looking for the destined house. Of course there's nothing possibly wrong with this; though there is an exception. Just to let you all know, if you're looking for something on a street and gives you the reason to drive super slow, turn your hazards on. There was a time when I though taxis were the worst drivers. The worst drivers to date are kids who are just always in a hurry, or they think they're in a hurry. On the corner of Franklin and Post, I was minding my business doing my job, looking ahead and seeing that I have a green light. I was heading toward the financial district of San Francisco, when all of sudden a black, two-door honda civic fob-ish food decides to creep forward through a red light. Littile did he know I was coming along at nearly 25mph getting ready to smash the chinese out of him. As much as think, I'll hit anyone that decides to cross my path illegally while I'm driving my (S) truck. I hit the brakes, he hits his brakes and I swerve nearly one foot from his front bumper pushing my horn loudly and constantly. And get this, he honks back. I look in my mirror and see his middle finger pointing in my direction. This is a perfect example careless driving...
My constant ritual for work is cutting people off, speeding, running many late yellow lights, make turns on no turn zones, parking in reds, whites, yellows, double parking, paying for meters and watching the meter maid ticket me for running out of time by 30 seconds, changing stations on my truck's radio, waiting for those damn pedestrians to walk across the street, listening to "hey buddy, you really know how to f#%^ing park", getting calls from customer service, honking my horn constantly, and last but not least, listening to my bebeh's voice to help all my frustrations simply vanish. As you can see, my analysis of careless versus responsible drivers is greatly noted and analyzed in my life.
note: most of my friends are careless drivers. a perfect doesn't make you responsible, just lucky.
The existence of nasty drivers can be set and branded into many different categories. In my eyes, I only recognize two types; responsible and careless. I may fall into the balance of both sides, but then that would make me a hypocrite with my own standards. If I say there's two types, how come I can easily invent a third option. That's beside the point, I want all to know what I think of the differences between the two. A resonsible driver has the ability to choose his or her choices when an event comes. When the responsible individual encounters a four-way stop, the first reaction would be to stop completely and issue the first person to their designated stop to make the first move. Instead, the careless driver will immediately creep through the crosswalk and nearly giving no time for the passing car to get across. As you can see, this is an extreme peeve of mine. Oh! And the use of the turn signal is required for a fricking reason. For those of you who don't use it when turning a corner, merging, changing lanes, and parking, why not save money on the purchase of your car and ask for no turn signals in the first place...
While I work, there are drivers who slowly go through a two way street looking for the destined house. Of course there's nothing possibly wrong with this; though there is an exception. Just to let you all know, if you're looking for something on a street and gives you the reason to drive super slow, turn your hazards on. There was a time when I though taxis were the worst drivers. The worst drivers to date are kids who are just always in a hurry, or they think they're in a hurry. On the corner of Franklin and Post, I was minding my business doing my job, looking ahead and seeing that I have a green light. I was heading toward the financial district of San Francisco, when all of sudden a black, two-door honda civic fob-ish food decides to creep forward through a red light. Littile did he know I was coming along at nearly 25mph getting ready to smash the chinese out of him. As much as think, I'll hit anyone that decides to cross my path illegally while I'm driving my (S) truck. I hit the brakes, he hits his brakes and I swerve nearly one foot from his front bumper pushing my horn loudly and constantly. And get this, he honks back. I look in my mirror and see his middle finger pointing in my direction. This is a perfect example careless driving...
My constant ritual for work is cutting people off, speeding, running many late yellow lights, make turns on no turn zones, parking in reds, whites, yellows, double parking, paying for meters and watching the meter maid ticket me for running out of time by 30 seconds, changing stations on my truck's radio, waiting for those damn pedestrians to walk across the street, listening to "hey buddy, you really know how to f#%^ing park", getting calls from customer service, honking my horn constantly, and last but not least, listening to my bebeh's voice to help all my frustrations simply vanish. As you can see, my analysis of careless versus responsible drivers is greatly noted and analyzed in my life.
note: most of my friends are careless drivers. a perfect doesn't make you responsible, just lucky.
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