Asian Invasion

In a recent episode of Glee, Jane Lynch's character, Sue, the ruthless cheerleader coach who takes over the Glee club (temporarily), called out Glee members that she wanted to be on her team.

Sue: Alright, everybody! Listen up! When you hear your name called, cross over to my side of this black shiny thing.

Will (the actual Glee club coach): That's called a piano, Sue.

Sue: Wheels

Artie the handicapped boy, wheels over to Sue's side.

Sue: Gay Kid

Kurt, the homosexual boy, gives Sue a frosty glance.

Sue: Come on, move it! Asian

Tina and Mike, the Asian kids, glance at each other

Sue: Other Asian

They both head over

Uh, did she mean you or me?

When I watched that scene, I nearly toppled over with laughter. And then I pumped my fist in the air. Yes! Sue mentioned "Asian!" There are Asians on one of the hottest shows on TV! Victory! So not only is the superb Jenna Ushkowitz playing Tina Chang on the show, there's also the adorable Harry Shum Jr. as Mike Chang.

I got the pleasure of chatting with the two talented young stars for Audrey and KoreAm. Read their articles here and here.

Both characters' story lines have not been developed as much as some of the other Glee club members have but Watch With Kristin has spoiler alerted that the next episode will feature "some supercute romantic scenes betwee Artie and Tina" so I can't wait for Tina to do something other than stutter horribly.

Too bad Glee won't be back until November 11. Until then, I will only have Ugly Betty, How I Met Your Mother, catch up episodes of Mad Men, and Grey's Anatomy (I heard it was good again?) to keep me company. Oh - that and the Glee soundtrack on repeat in my car. I think I'll survive.

Sharing Is Caring

Good things should be shared. Bad things like the swine flu or dirty underwear or those millions of pictures that you took of yourself, each one looking exactly the same, except maybe with a different head cock or head twist, should not. (You know what I'm talking about, don't act like you don't have a folder of those stored somewhere in your computer) But good things should.

I really really dig This American Life with Ira Glass. Whenever I can, I bring it up in conversations. Don't even tell me if you don't know what it is because after I pick up my heart that has shattered into a million pieces, I will then proceed to go into this long, somewhat confuddling explanation of the show. Basically, it's a radio show which tells stories, interviews, songs, poems, etc. etc. based on a theme they choose each week. Doesn't sound too exciting, huh? Even the This American Life website noted this problem. Really, the only way that I will get you to realize the awesomeness of the show is if you listen to it. Try with these stories first.

This American Life has infiltrated my own life in America in so many ways. It's helped me understand a lot of complex issues like the U.S. health care problems or the cause for the financial crisis, it's kept me entertained for hours of otherwise mundane car rides, and most importantly, it's shown me the power of a good story and the impact it can have on its audience. That fact alone has kept me motivated in my own endeavors as a storyteller.

It's also motivated me to know that I can share the gospel with people.

In case you didn't know, I've recently become a Christian and, yes, it most definitely has been life-changing and is really quite all that jazz. I can see what the fuss is about and if I had known the happiness and peace of mind I'd feel, I'd have hopped on the bandwagon earlier! I will officially be getting baptized November 15 (come! come!).

Though I can't be happier about my faith and "seeing the light," honestly, I'm still a little hesitant about the whole thing. It still makes me a tad uncomfortable when I listen to sermons while driving with my windows down and I still stutter and mumble when describing just how I got "saved." (See, I'm still uncomfortable with using these religious words that I have to put quotes around them.) I might have to give my testimonial come Nov. 15 and I'm scared of not knowing really what to say.

And don't even get me started on spreading the gospel to other people. Sometimes I wonder, what right does it give me to tell other people about Him when I still have some doubts and questions myself? When I still can't fully believe everything the Bible says even though I fully believe in Him? And religion is complicated! And takes a long time to explain! And it's controversial!

But This American Life has made me realize that when you love something so much and understand and appreciate how good it is to you and for you, you want to share it with the world, no matter how complicated it is to explain. Pastor Ed once asked, "what good is it when you have all this food and can only eat it by yourself? Of course you'd want to call everyone over to enjoy the meal with you." I don't want to just go to Heaven by myself. I'd want all my loved ones and then some to join me. The more the merrier. There should be room up there. Extra pillows and everything.

Case in point: a year ago, I bought my cousin Cissy How I Met Your Mother boxsets. Cissy lives in Hong Kong and had no clue what the show was. Cissy is also a die-hard Friends fan, having watched every single episode at least ten times. The entire time I was in Hong Kong, the Mother DVDs just sat in their DVD collection, collecting dust. Every time I'd try to bust it out, they would make some excuses not to watch. I wasn't frustrated. I was confident that all in due time...

Now, a year later, Cissy's sister, Wrini, tells me that Cissy loves the show! She says it might even be funnier than Friends!

So after reading my post, maybe you'll head on over to the This American Life website. Maybe you'll click on one of the shows. Maybe you'll get into it, maybe you won't. Maybe some other day, you'll hear someone else talk about it and you'll give it another try. Maybe then you'll get hooked. Maybe you won't.

Maybe you'll go check out a church with a friend this coming Sunday. Maybe the sermon will speak to you. Maybe it won't. Maybe the people at the church will be so bright and full of this innate...happiness and good cheer that you'll wonder where it comes from and where you can get in on the action as well. Maybe they'll share with you the gospel which is basically this: 1) God created this Universe to enjoy it and man in his likeness to glorify Him. 2) Man became a sinner (Adam, Eve, apples) and is banished away from His kingdom. 3) Jesus Christ came along and saved us by dying on the cross for our sins. He was then reborn in 3 days. 4) If we have faith in all this and seek His grace and redemption, we will be saved.

Maybe you'll hear this and something will come over you. Maybe you'll still be hesitant and will want to know more. Or maybe you won't and that's that. I hope you do, though. As you know, when I have something good on my hands, I like to share it. And nothing is better to share than the Good News.

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Friends are awesome.

Woohoo for Woo! Boo for PR Lady

This man is a legend in the film industry.

He is one of the most famous Asian directors with Hollywood leverage. He directed

Face -Off and Mission Impossible 2. He crafted the iconic image of a protagonist jumping out and shooting people with two guns-one in each hand. He is John Woo.

For a guy with such an action-packed resume, you would expect him to be a lot more slicker, harder, tougher, much like the characters in his films. Instead, in person, Woo is a very soft-spoken director with kindly eyes and a constant semi-grin. With a devout Christian upbringing, Woo hopes his films will promote messages of peace and reveal the grim truths of violence and brutality. He wants to educate the youth and help out poor countries. He's like an artsy Mother Teresa. He reminds me of a certain family member. Which one? I'll let you know when the Audrey Magazine blog entry comes out.
I had the pleasure of interviewing him at the lovely Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills last week. This was one interview where I wish lasted longer because I just had so many questions to ask him. Mainly, how he maintains his faith while working in the industry. But time and four other journalists robbed me of the answers.

When the interview ended, I asked the publicist if she would mind if I took a picture of Woo by his poster. The woman said no problem. After I snapped the shot, another journalist, a bearded, chubby white man, asked someone else to take a picture of him with Woo. Seeing that, I immediately asked the publicist if she could kindly take my picture with the director as well.

The publicist did not see the other journalist taking his picture so she said to me, "oh, you want me to take your picture with him? Like, the two of you standing next to each other? No. you can't do that. I know they do that in your country but we don't do that."

Then, she finally sees the other journalist doing EXACTLY that in THIS COUNTRY, no less. Immediately, her tone shifts. "Oh, I guess they're taking pictures. Yea, sure, I'll take it for you." She hurries over to take my camera, snapping this shot.

Everything happened so quickly I didn't even have time to digest the entire conversation until I stepped out of the hotel and into my car.

"Wait a minute, that was racist!" I thought to myself.

Then a million possible comebacks raced through my mind.

"I didn't know people in America didn't take pictures with each other."

"But this is my country."

"Whoa whoa whoa, that's pretty racist, PR lady. Stereotyping that Asian people like to take pictures with other people is kind of bigoted and narrow minded. You should really read my blog entry about that."

It's insulting that we have to face this kind of discrimination in a country we call our home. But I hope with more awareness, like this public blog post, we will face careless, idiotic remarks like that less and less.

Oh, and if you think that PR lady soured my mood, think again! I got to interview and take a picture with John Woo! God loves me.

"And We're Live..."

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The awesome awesome new KoreAm Journal website www.iamkoream.com was even more awesome because they asked me to host the site's first-ever live chat with singer-songwriter, Big Phony.
Even though I had to miss out on a much-anticipated Owl City concert to conduct hosting duties, it was so worth it 'cause, I mean, what girl doesn't like to be serenaded to?

I swear, I'm really happy here.

See? Happy.

But in all honesty, the live chat went really well. We chatted, gave away free stuff, played some sad music, and just got to know the artist known as Big Phony a little better.
On my part, I probably should have done a little more advertising beforehand (like, ahem, on this blog maybe?) but there will be more in the future. Right? Right? Riiiiight.

Thanks for allowing me to show my stupidity all over the Internet, Michelle and KoreAm! Thanks for getting pics, Liz! Thanks for watching, you, you and YOU!

yO Check It

I'm legit, ya hear?

Thanks to Miss Adusumilli, I decided to be a bit presentable by getting these business cards made. It's amazing how much they're still used for social networking. ("You mean you can't just find me on Twitter?") You can get 250 printed for free as well on www.vistaprints.com!

Remember how we used to swap those pictures taken at photo studios and on the back we would pen, "Omg, I look so ugly! Hope you like my picture, KIT!" We should totally do that with these business cards too! Or not...

All in the Family

Some articles are really easy to write. An interview with Jenna Ushkowitz, a star of Glee, a show I not only manage to catch every week but spare two to three tweets every week in anticipation of? Yea. You can bet the article's a breeze to concoct.

But some are a bit tougher. How tough? Think a young single mother undergoing stage 3 of a very rare form of cancer. Yea. You heave that sigh.

When I was assigned this article, all my skills as a journalist was put to the test. I had to conduct extensive research muddling through the complex medical terms and scientific causes to the cancer. I needed to be a sensitive interviewer, asking intelligent, tactful questions and listening patiently and sympathetically to the oft-teary-eyed responses.

The ordeal of this interview took a toll on me physically and mentally. The entire weekend I was working on the article, I was sad, moody and dissonant. And can you blame me? It's a difficult story to tell.

Adding to the challenge was my own family's experience with cancer.

My grandpa had battled with stage 3 of pancreatic cancer on and off for the past 4 years. He underwent extensive surgery 3 times. He underwent chemotherapy. He pees out of a bag now. His butt always hurts.

My family is very close. Like unusually close. Like we all wish we lived right next door to each other and can see each other all the time and are each other's best friends and love love LOVE each other close. To have my grandfather, the grand patriarch of our line, be struck with such a fatal and (at the time) foreign killer was life-altering.

I wish I could write in words how much my grandfather's cancer changed our family. But I really can't. Words won't do. It's in everyday things. Like how my grandma has a really hard time smiling. Whereas before she was a twinkly-eyed, saucy old lady (and I mean that in the sincerest of ways), she now cries for no reason at all in the middle of everything. Or how my parents can't even fathom the idea of taking a night off to eat dinner somewhere in the city, let alone take a vacation. Every single birthday for the last couple of years has been celebrated either at home or at a Chinese restaurant nearby because of my grandpa's illness.

My own behavior has not been the most honorable. I would not win the "Best Granddaughter Award" by any means. I spent the last couple of years rebelling, shedding my overachieving ways, partying (and puking) my guts out, trying this and that out, traveling as far far away as I possibly could every chance I got.

"I just want to lead a normal college life, like all my friends. Is that too much to ask?" I would ask my cell phone emblazoned with my mom's phone number calling me at 11 in the evening and hastily shut it off. I even have the indent of a cartilage piercing to show you how bad to the bones I was.

By the grace of God, my grandfather miraculously overcame his cancer (dude, I have to reiterate, surgery THREE times in the past four year, on anyone, let alone a 80-something y/o man, is a miracle) and I (think) overcame my bad girls ways. He and my grandmother are currently vacationing in Hong Kong right now and for the first time in ages, I actually heard my mom utter the words, "I'm kind of bored." (I submitted her for a commercial to help her kill time, he he).

I'm living at home with my parents full-time and we have this refreshingly pleasant relationship that I cherish to the maximus. Are there times where I want to take the next flight to New York and get away from them as fast as I can? Of course. But it doesn't happen as much as often and I'm-dare I say this-even having fun hanging out with them. My dad's funny. Did you know that? I didn't know he could be. I think I get my humor from him.

Who knows how long this time of peace will last? I'm just grateful it's even here at all.

Working Girl

Mixers, socials, gatherings, and reunions nowadays bring about a slight headache for me. Why? Because of the unavoidable, "so what are you doing now?" question.

Immediate answers that pop into my head range from smart alecky ("I'm breathing, I'm holding this glass of wine, I'm wondering why your breath smells so bad.") to honest ("I am trying to find a job. Can you help me? Offer me one! Please please please! But only if it's a good one because I'm picky! And sensitive! And I want a job that will help me "find myself" and "nurture me" and it has to be fun! And it can't be 9-5! And... and...and...")

But I have found the best and most truthful answer is, "I am between projects."

It's the truth.

If I'm talking to you at a dinner party, most likely I'm not preparing questions for an interview with a famous director, or reading up on how to transfer from Blogger to Wordpress (which is coming soon!) or memorizing lines for an audition, or studying for my real estate exam. Most likely I am in between all those things. "Projects" because I get paid for some, some may lead to future employment, some are just for fun but all are for my personal growth and development.

One of these projects I had busied myself with the last two weeks have been auditions. It was surreal going back to the craft I had spent most of my childhood perfecting; headshot in hand, energetic smile, the hopes of making an immediate good first impression, the toleration of waiting, so so much waiting. During these auditions, many with kids younger than me, watching the stage moms busying themselves with making sure their (often miserable-looking) offspring look their best, act their best, fussing with makeup or hair, I thought to myself, "whoa, that was me a couple of years ago."

But it paid off! I booked my first audition and landed a role in a 2010 US Census commercial. Fame, glory, privilege, luxury, and (most importantly) riches, you are all mine for the taking! (Jk, I'm just happy to be making a little cash).

Here is how shoot day went down:

Woke up before the crack of dawn. 4:30 AM to be exact.

Arrived at the pitch dark set.
Got hair and makeup did and changed into wardrobe.
Then arrived at the actual shoot location and waited. Aspiring actors, you must know that a big part of the job is waiting. Waiting for your big break, waiting during auditions, waiting for callbacks, waiting on set. Why else do you think the biggest side job for actors are as... waiters?
A most amazing thing happened. When I was at the fitting a couple days before, I stepped out of the bathroom and spotted the backside of a girl who looked oddly like my very close high school friend, Debster. "Debbie?" I timidly called out. The girl turned around and it was indeed her! It turns out she would be a part of the commercial too! She and I are respectively playing the Korean and Chinese versions of the same character! When Debs and I were younger, we always joked that we would be famous and work on projects together. I guess the day has finally come! Hopefully, there will be more projects looming ahead.
Fancy shmancy shooting equipment.
After having filmed half of our scenes. Lunchtime rolled around. The entire day was horrible for my weight-watching (I have an upcoming photo shoot), craft food service table, you are the bane of my existence!

Lunch was especially delicious. I've had lunch on big budget blockbuster sets, cable television sets, indie film sets, but this set was the most delicious of all! Especially the bread pudding topped with vanilla bean ice cream.
We blew off all the extra sugar we inhaled during lunch by posing for silly pictures with each other. Here I am with one of the sweetest girls ever, Karen. I met Karen at the callbacks for this audition, where we both waited four hours before auditioning (I guess it paid off for the both of us?) Anyway, this girl is super-cute and has my dream job; as a Disney Channel movie surfer. I can't even be jealous of her because she is so humble and just gosh darned cool about it!
Here I am jumping for joy with my co-star, Grace. I'm so glad I got to work with such a professional, gregarious, talented chick! She is working so hard to get to where she needs to be and seems to be enjoying every moment of it. Watching her interact on set motivates me to up my ante. Plus, she's got awesome taste in music! (Jason Mraz FTW!)

Grace and I on-camera. Scary place to be.

Especially when all these people are watching you, making sure you don't screw up.

Watching very closely...

This is why they pay us the big bucks. Before the cameras started rolling...

...and Action! We're good, right? Agency information available upon request.

After an exhausting 10 hour day, I joined the rest of the working world stuck in 6PM traffic.
It felt nice to be a productive member of society again, if only for one day. :)

Do you know of those times when you just get a bushel full of new music, some that are so good, it is filling your heart with this indescribable feeling of love and bliss and peace and happiness and you just want to jump around your bed in your underwear, shaking your hair around and singing out loud, off-key to it?

The lyrics are--literally--music to your ears and the beat bumps to the beat of your inner rhythm and there's this innate urge to go out in the cold California night and shout from a rooftop, "I LOVE THIS SONG!"

Train - "Hey, Soul Sister"

I want to pick this song up and fling it into the wind like dandelions, spreading its message of joy to the world.

And that song that when it comes on, you're already halfway to murmuring a "whoa" and shrugging off your sweater. Where the room suddenly just got hotter and darker. And you wonder where that cute boy you were talking to earlier in the day is up to...

John Legend - "P.D.A. (We Just Don't Care)"

I want to (obviously) make love to this song.

I have so much more. Paramore's "The Only Exception" nostalgically reminds me of special someones in my life. The Jonas Brothers' "Much Better" gets better every time I listen to it though I must say I am wary when driving through North Hollywood with it blasting from my car's open windows.

Oh- and Glee. Lea Michele's voice stops my heart and melts it like butter. Her crisp vocals can make you soar.

Try her out. You know you want to.

Best..wait for it...Friend!

HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY, BIG WILLIE!

You know that friend who alway seems to know everything? Whose insights into your soul is even more clear than what you can muddle through? The friend who has a solution, a comeback, or at the very least, a quip for life?

That's Will.

Ever since we first met in Hong Kong and joked that our first night-life tour guide, Kenny, who was walking us through some shady HK streets, was planning on selling us to the black markets and that the best plan would be to cut off his limbs, we have become "Best Friends!" (Mostly because of my insistence. I can be pushy persuasive like that.)

Like two peas in a pod, we just "get" each other. Will is always full of these little nuggets of wisdom and trinkets of trivia and he just loves sharing it with everyone! You'd never expect looking at this giant teddy bear that he used to run in some hard-core crowds! Don't mess!

An avid reader of my blog though he never comments, (he says, "but I'll have nothing to say to you in person!") Will's my blog consultant. Back when I was dying of suffocation at that office job I had, it was Will who told me, "you know, your writing's not the same anymore. You're a little bit emo." That just freaked me out! Sure, I paint my nails black and listen to Marilyn Manson from time to time, but emo? Me? I'm perky, quirky and dorky! Haha, I quickly made the necessary adjustments to rearranging my blog back to its chirpy self. (I hope...)

Thanks for all the good times, my friend. Cheers to more in the future!

Watch More TV

On an actual television set, that is.

It's been awhile since I'd last snuggled up in my blue-striped pajamas, glasses and retainers in and curled up on the couch in my living room watching our big screen TV. When I did exactly that the other night, nostalgia kicked in.

As a child and grandchild of immigrants, growing up, our household TV was constantly on, as my grandparents and parents watched to learn English, to pass the time, and to satiate that fascination by the stories that can come out of the little square box. Our show of choice was I Love Lucy (probably because it was always on) and I think I have watched every episode of that six-seasons series. My grandparents and I would talk about Lucy's hilarious hijinks and bond over something our otherwise 60-years age gap might not have allowed for.

So for me, watching TV wasn't only something to pass the time. It was an experience, a ritual, a code of conduct.

In college, I lost the habit and the laptop became my main source for fulfilling my TV shows-viewing quota. OMg, to actually set aside a particular time and drag my way to the living room couch and turn on the TV? That's caveman behavior. And what do I do during the commercial breaks? Go get chips? Give me a break.

Nope, more and more, I would just stay hidden under my bedsheets, store up an insane amount of TV shows for the week and Hulu or DVD it. I don't watch TV shows with anyone else anymore. Don't share in the same viewing experience and talk about the shows at the time we're watching it, only afterwards. Partaking in television watching the other night made me realize how much I miss that experience. I do believe I want to experience it more. Won't you join me?

Oh, and if I still haven't convinced you to shut off that laptop and reach for the remote, maybe Mr. Horrible can...


Can that man suit up or what?

Hello Friend

HAPPY 22ND BIRTHDAY HELENAAAA!

My very special lady friend Helen is turning -a wise beyond-22 years of age today and I just wanted to wish her all the health, happiness and love she can contain within that petite frame! (Maybe she can store some in her hair? The girl does adore big hair.)

Helen was the reason this blog even exists in the first place.

Back when we were sprightly young co-eds, my fellow Communications Studies major introduced me to her beautiful blog where her dreamy pictures make you sigh and her whimsical writing makes you swoon with delight. I glanced through her blog every chance I got and thought, "I wish I could do that."

Helen asked, "Why can't you? Start one! (voice rising and getting louder) Yeah! Start one! (and louder) START ONE!"

So I started one for my travels and was soon hooked to the world of... talking about myself (okay not completely but you know it's most of the time).

My dear friend has always been encouraging and is one of the biggest cheerleaders of my life. I admire and worship her so much, it's almost to a creepy degree (I say almost 'cause I'm not creepy! Right? Right? Right? Right?) She was one of the most pivotal figures that led me to the greatest gift of my life: Jesus Christ. Somehow I just don't think my birthday present to her will suffice but it'll have to do. :)

We have traveled together, watched plays and movies together, attended parties and gatherings together, dined many many times together, shared laughs together, shared heartbreaks together, and will soon conquer the world together!

I lava you, Helen Wong and I wish you an amazing 22nd!

SHANNKKSS

Hey, you.

Yea, you in your glasses and retainers, a cup of coffee next to the table, getting ready for school.

Or you there in an uncomfortable button-up top, feeling a little claustrophobic and a whole lot bored, waiting 'til the clock strikes lunchtime, or better yet, closing time.

Or you lying in bed, fingers absentmindedly clicking between G-Chat, Youtube, and Google Reader as you think to yourself, "it's 2 in the morning, why am I not asleep yet?"

I have something to say to you.

Thanks.

I know Thanksgiving's not for another month but I just couldn't hold it in any longer. I've always had a big mouth.

I wanted to express my gratitude for every single Facebook wall posts spewed on my wall, every mention of a past post brought up when we hang out, and (the best) every comments replied to my blog entries.

I am truly delighted and touched that you guys enjoy my writing and even if you don't, that you care enough to read it (or if you had no other choice, well, too bad for you). I really enjoy spewing out my thoughts and things on this little blog of mine and to be able to have other people react to it, feel something by it, share it, and even like it, well, that's just some scrumptious cream cheese icing on a red velvet cake!

From close friends like Will (who's kind of my writing consultant) to long-admired family pals like Jean Jie (I even wrote a Xanga entry about her a long long time ago!), I appreciate every interaction I ever get from my blog. Even though I always moan how people never comment but rather just say things to my face or through other technological devices (I don't think I've gotten a hand-written note...yet), I've come to realize that...UMMM HELLO THAT'S WAY BETTER! I have people that actually talk to me!

So far, all the responses have been amazingly positive and encouraging and thank God for that because I'm not very good at taking critiques. Just ask my poor dad who just suffered an evening of sullen remarks all because he scolded me for not paying more attention when driving on the freeways. Sorry dad . I'm working on it though! Just insult me next time and see what happens!

Just so you don't think I'm all big-headed from all your praise, I will share with you a time when I received a not-so-nice comment from an old Livejournal entry... and my way-too-serious response to it.

Alright, Imma paint the scenario for you. By junior year of high school, I had regularly updated on my Livejournal, "Mizundastud." My oh-so-Pulitzer-worthy pieces of gem posts updated my loyal eight readers about my days. The usual, "what I ate-how I felt eating it-what I saw-how I felt seeing it" moan and groan. Reading back, I was such a cheeseball! (Haha, like I'm some black eyeliner-rimmed, tight jeans wearing deep philosopher now.)

But I didn't really care about what others read, I just wanted to write.

Or did I?

After this entry...

Current mood:	sick
Current music:	"I Like the Way you Move"-Outkast

Oh Man...
It's Friday night and you have a car. you have endless bounds of opportunity to do practically anything you want and go anywhere you please. (preferably within the state borders though) all your friends and enemies are out. why are you home alone?
If you're me...the answer is because you are SIIIIIIIIIIICK!!! yup...that's right. i thought i had escaped the contagious coughs, sniffles and sores that my fellow schoolmates had fallen victim into but NOOOOOO, here i am, not being able to complete a sentence without coughing my heart out. it's rotten, i tell ya.
but it's ok...at least right now, i have the *sexy phoebe voice* muahahahhaa....
the next few weeks are gonna be hell, i can just feel it. YAHOO! you all know how much i enjoy hell, don't ya? haha...i guess i would be glad to have so any things to do but the stress is terrible. im gonna have more drama rehearsals now. ooh yea! because anchal was no longer able to be in the play anymore, i took over her part. i feel bad because she really did do a great job playing leonata but i'd be lying if i say that i'm not happy getting a bigger part. i mean, c'mon! who DOESN'T like to be a big ham?? and tritia (yay!) lin is gonna be playing my old part. woot woot, trish! you can speak now! and some pretty lovely words too eh?? haha. y'all better come watch Much Ado About Nothing coming to Rowland areas near you. it's gonna be good. i mean, ivana lin is the star...how can it suck???! haha... i'm happy with my new role but it'll mean alot more memorizing! and rehearsals! oh yay...
man...im so worried about yearbook. there's so many deadlines and layouts to make and they all have to be don with computers! im so computer-illiterate! man...im gonna need some major help on that. i just hope i can meet the deadlines and produce some NICE pages. it better be good. it's the least i can do for seniors leaving this year on their last high school yearbook. *sigh...
on the bright side...
oh wait...there is no bright side. haha. jk jk...HOMECOMING is coming up! i really hope people will look past the whole hideout location issue because really, it's no big deal. so it'll be in the hideout. that place can still store 500-something bodies and ASB can make it into a place even nicer that the gym. and im not just saying that just cause im IN asb. shoot..i would go even if i weren't in ASB. 5 bux...man...you all are really missing out if you opt not to attend. Ooh! and good luck to all the seniors nominated for court! i hope you guys make top 6! how cool that would be...
oh wow...just got my new glasses back from the optometrist and they are THICK. haha...if you guys made fun of my "coke-lens" before, you should see them now...
hum...my sis is at the game. yea. she ditched diamond bar's HOMECOMING game for Rowland's NORMAL one. i hope she's having fun.
i feel like watching some TV. good ol' TGIF is back.
ciao!

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(Anonymous) 2003-10-17 07:45 pm UTC (link) Select

you can't be valedictorian, only IB candidates and besides, who would want someone who takes the easy way around things to be valedictorian?

And this was my response, in the form of another entry, to it... For that one person out there that enjoys making an ass out of himself hey. this is a reply to the person who made this comment... "you can't be valedictorian, only IB candidates and besides, who would want someone who takes the easy way around things to be valedictorian?" excuse me but i would just like to know WHERE in my entire journal entry had i written that i was going to become valedictorian???!! correct me if im wrong but there is not a single word in there stating that. and also...you are very mistaken in thinking that only IB candidates are eligible to become valedictorian of your class. there are us "normal" folks out there who are also competing (and i woud just like to inform you that i AM in the running, having a class rank of 1). please do not make jugdments like that without checking first. you just make yourself look stupid. who are you to judge what taking the easy way out of things is?? i am not saying that i have taken the hardest classes that i can possibly take but i do believe that the classes i am taking are suited to me and my needs and interests. Hard classes and getting good grades are not everything in life and they certainly DO NOT guarantee you a spot at the college of your choice. having a passion in doing things you like and enjoying life are far more important. i hope you enjoy this entry since it was the obvious intent of your rude and insulting comment. oh BTW...why leave your comment anonymous?? im sure the world (me especially) would love knowing the name of the person who has so much agitation towards me and the things i say on MY livejournal. thank you for COMPLETELY pissing me off. I wasn't joking when I said I don't take criticisms well. After that entry, 19 comments erupted with my friends coming to my aide and defending me from the big, bad anonymous commenter. I look back on it now and laugh but at the time, I was pissed. (As you can tell by the "current mood" of the post set to "pissed off) Nowadays, when celebs take their feud with naysayers to public, starting fights on Twitter and in press releases, I roll my eyes and say, "why bother?" Seriously, negative comments are not something to get mad about. Just ignore them or (if they're constructive), listen to them and change. You will never please everybody. But on the other hand, when you do get amazing positive feedback to your work, embrace it, enjoy it and appreciate it! Thanks.