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| WOW. It's been ridiculously long. Not just since I wrote in here, but four years have gone by without a trace...
I'm pretty sure every graduate says this each year they're about to leave college. Some are more than happy to leave behind what little they had or what they are done with for good. I, on the other hand, am part of the other crowd that is ambivalent about leaving. Why? Although I'm super excited to start my summer and start my new job, and that my life for the next couple of years is relatively planned out for me, I am sad to leave behind such great experiences and wonderful memories. And what can I say, the people of met through Kaso, Kasa, and most of all the Overtones have made my life thus far worthwhile.
I've also decided that I think I might have the best boyfriend in the world. No joke. Not that I measure his greatness based on material things that he gives me, but he DID just give me this as a graduation present:
Yeah...a freaking Movado watch. I am just speechless.
And what's even better is that this summer I'm going to Thailand for 3 weeks, Carey is coming to visit for a week, and then we fly out to Europe together on a tour! AAAAHHH! I don't think I could spend my summer any greater way. We are going to have so much fun...I'm ridic excited. We're gonna be broke, maybe, but it'll be worth all of our time and $$$.
My family is also coming SO soon. Parents are flying in from Thailand on the 21st, my sister and her bf are coming the night of the 23rd, so they'll be missing my graduation, but I'm just excited for all the fun during the week anyway. Plus, I really dislike being in the spotlight and center of attention for more than a minute. Graduation is going to be great, but uncomfortable too I think.
I'm going to have MAJOR Overtones withdrawal next year. I know it. Good news is that I found a place to live for next year! I'm living with Rosie, long time childhood friend from Thailand! Plus her other roommate too...right next to sf state..behind a mall...right by shopping and starbucks...it's gonna be SWEET.
I'm gonna miss this:
and this:
and this:
and this:
AND EVERYTHING ELSE ABOUT BERKELEY/COLLEGE...SIGH.
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| I don't usually write about Overtones, but in this case I have to.
I don't think people understand how much hard work we put into the group unless you're in a cappella/a singer yourself. We worked 24 hours just this week to prepare for our Westcoast A cappella Showcase where we sing 5 songs of which we've been laboring over straight for the past month. Honestly, I can't imagine anyone working that hard and long unless you're in a performing arts of some kind--like theater maybe or Overtones/Octet. And this is in addition to school work, studying for midterms, and jobs like any other UC Berkeley student. For three days we stayed in our damn practice room working from 5-10 or 11pm just trying to bust our asses for our set to turn out well, on top of the 10-11 hours we put in per week for regular sproul performances. AND NO ONE SEES THIS. The Octet practiced until midnight several times, not including their rehearsal every night last week, and the only thing people see is what happens on stage. That is, if you go to the show AT ALL.
I don't mean for this to be a hateful message or a pity-seeking entry, but seriously, I can't believe it that some people think it's just another show. And that people don't care enough for it. I just can't accept the mindset that people have. Yes, there will always be more shows...but NONE like this. I have 8 other people who can promptly testify to that. Really, you don't have enough appreciation for what's out there. And I know others may say the same for many things in this world. Yes, there are a lot more pronounced issues in this world of course! But when people put so much effort into something, and expect their closest friends to come see what they've done...then that's something. Don't you think? I don't mean to say that what I do is more important than things anyone else does..OF COURSE NOT. I'm just saying...that I've (and 8 other talented girls) have put so much effort into a show that we want to put on for the people closest to us, to the people we love most. And sometimes they don't care and don't even want to come see it. It hurts..that's all. I hate to write things like this here when I should be pouring it out face to face, but I'm just not like that. And I don't want to create that kind of drama and mess. I just want to express what's on my mind because I need to do this. For my own sanity.
I still care a lot about everyone who's been a close friend. I miss those that have parted from this world. And I wish I had more time to spend with all my friends, to hang out just like before. But it's because of events like this, that take my time away...and it's all for them to see. So what makes people think that it's unimportant? It bewilders me. I guess people will never find out what we've done. I guess you really will never know how amazing something is until you've tried it. And that goes for many things. But one thing I can say is that I'm DAMN proud of my group. And I can't say that for very many others.
Thank you to those of you who care.
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| Yesterday I was on the BART coming back to Berkeley from my voice lesson in SF. I was just sitting there staring off into space until I see in my peripheral vision a HUGE WHITE RAT on the top of the seat across the aisle from me! PUKE. No, I really wanted to throw up because I wasn't sure if the man who was sitting in that seat realized that there was a GINORMOUS rat by his neck (UGGGHHH!!) scittering around until I saw him touch it, and pet it, and put it back on his shoulder. Apparently that creepy man has a rat for a pet and carries it around with him wherever he goes as if it was a purse or a scarf or some sort of paraphernalia people normally carry. Shouldn't that thing be put in a cage of some sort?! After not being able to take my eyes off of the thing and staring at it's disgustingly stick-straight long, pointed tail....I had to comfort myself by thinking of Ratatouille and how the little mousies were so cute and harmless and COOKED in the movie! Haha ridiculous, I know....but saved me from barfing all over the bart.
My story of how I was delivered on the day my mom's water broke has also been re-affirmed. On that Wednesday morning, her water broke with my ugly, pruney-looking body inside (hahhaa ok I won't be so graphic) and she had no way of getting to the hospital because my Dad told her to wait until he got back home after going to do my grandma's green card. So she decides to drive herself to the hospital! WTF right? What a crazy woman...and has to wait for a room because they were all packed with babies being born on the same day. When my dad got back, she "burst into tears" and the nurse thought she was crying because she couldn't get a room. So she got a room! 12 hours later, I was born at 11:59pm. What a story. I love my momma.
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| Okay, I don't even like working at the shitty store that sells pretty decent-looking clothes for fucking expensive, which we all know as Abercrombie. I actually told them I would be quitting by next week, so next Friday is my last day there. I guess if I wasn't going to be so busy next year, I wouldn't have quit at all and then complained and beat myself up for not quitting. Jobs like that really suck you in for no good reason.
So yesterday, (not trying to be racist or anything) these two black guys that looked up to no good came prancing in picked up a bunch of shirts at once, so I got suspicious but still tried to be a pleasant and kind employee seeing to whether they needed help. I don't know why the FUCK I was so nice to them because they ended up stealing a bunch of shit soon after!! Those mother fuckers...I couldn't help but hope to myself after they hurried out, jumped into a car, and drove off (with the sensor-detector going off), that they get into a car accident and die right there. I know that's pretty shitty of me to wish death upon another human being, but I won't take crap like that from anyone. Hearing about people stealing already pisses me off enough, but when it's right in front of my face, I cannot tolerate it. I still wish I did something since I was the one up in the front room, i.e. grab the bag full of stolen items some how, ran after them and kicked him in the balls, or at least cussed that pussy ass bitch out. But I didn't, and I felt mad at myself and guilty, even if I don't care about the store that much. The managers noticed them too and followed them, but didn't do anything about it either which made me even more mad. WTF!
I HATE THEFT AND KARMA WILL COME BACK AND FUCK UP ALL WHO STEAL IN THE END.
that's all I have to say about that.
One happy thing though, I went to the Festival of the Arts in fremont today with Malin, Gary, and Farah! It was fun and we all most likely got super dark from walking around in the sun for hours. The food was kinda bad, but we got to wine-taste! I of course had to use Malin's ID, which she was given from someone. We also got free shelled leis for signing up for some free trip. It was pretty fun! I can't wait to do more of that kinda stuff.
I seriously cannot wait until I'm 21 now. Just one month to go....YESSSSS.
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| 4.45 am on this Friday morning:
The second time I've been awaken at around this time by an earthquake. Honestly, I am very freaked out.
I was 7 years old my first time living in the epicenter of the 7-pt. something earthquake that shook the world at 4.30am--Northridge, California. I wouldn't say I'm a superstitious person at all, but subconciously I probably am and my first thought when I arose a few minutes ago: will this be my last day? Now I'm starting to wonder if California really will break off from the US and become its own island some million years from now. What should I do: stay inside and go back to sleep even though I won't be able to sleep? Or wander around the streets for a little while until I feel somewhat safe? I'm stuck.
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