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Tuesday. 9.18.07 9:58 am
K back.

I've been gone for a bit, mostly because of my overnight(s) stay in Kirkland for a 3-day jump rope workshop. It's probably one of the best I've ever been to...I learned so much, and all of the teachers were guys, so the male:female ratio was finally balanced. Victory. Plus, most of the them were tall, so for once I felt less elevated. To add to the success, we watched The Matrix, which, if you haven't noticed, happens to be one of my favorite movies of all time. It was thrilling.

I got my secret page and I don't know what to do with it. It wasn't meant to be a useless commodity .

I don't think I've been this content with life for a while. I've decided that it consists of four things: jump rope, my team, my friends, and her. Five if you include Nutang, and six if you include food, but I'll stick with the basics. I'll stop there before this entry gets too sappy, since I've had a streak of those lately and I'm trying (a little) to break the habbit.

Oh, and I got iPrecious back, life goes on.

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Wednesday. 9.12.07 9:24 am
Me too

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Do not try to bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, try to realize the truth. There is no spoon. Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
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Tuesday. 9.11.07 12:00 AM
My parents abducted my iPod a while ago for reasons I don't really care to embelish upon...I miss my iPrecious. Yes, that's really what I named it, don't judge me.

Today was the first practice in a week or two. I felt really sluggish in speed, though my front flips are somehow better than ever.

If you haven't noticed, I'm just rattling off random thoughts because not enough of my brain cells are awake to help me formulate a sensible entry. Her birthday is in two days. I've been trying to write a card, which is usually no problem....but things are different now. Before I had to disguise my feelings and play the role of "best friend," but now that there isn't anything holding me back I've found I can't find the words to express how I really feel.

I give up on this entry.







Six years ago I wasn't old enough to comprehend the magnitude of what really happened on September 11, 2001. Times change.

En Memoriam.

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Do not try to bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, try to realize the truth. There is no spoon. Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
Hmmm
Saturday. 9.8.07 12:37 am
Where to begin.

There's something to love about every class on my schedule, even if it's the stupid little things like popping sunflower seeds or lounging in the green room stealing other tutor's food. That might sound like all my fun involves edibles, but I assure you it doesn't. Maybe the first-day effects haven't worn off yet, and having no homework helps, but since the usual monotony associated with school hasn't settled in yet, I'm content. What? Why? School is the enemy.

Or at least it was. What gives...is it Senior year? No, maybe the people. Or person, should I say. For the longest time jump rope was the one thing I looked forward to everday, and in the span of about seven days the center of my life was thrown completely off kilter. Now I do the bizarrest of things...such as searching the Internet for Michael Buble sheet music and LIKING it. I can't hear the song and not think of her, not just because it's one of her favorites. I'm listening to it now, as a matter of fact, and the best part is I don't have any shame admitting it anymore. So Randy if you want to rattle off one of your anti-hapiness comments, this would be the time

I just saw Superbad with her about an hour ago...hilarious movie by the way. She kept nodding off, which I wouldn't normally care about except that she leaned on her own shoulder. YEAH YOU. You're probably reading this. What were you thinking dumbass ...it's like you said, we never don't want you to...

Once upon a time I thought the people who wrote sappy headlines on Myspace or professed their love elsewhere on the internet were cheesy out of their minds. Now it's all I can do from becoming the biggest hypocrite.

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Do not try to bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, try to realize the truth. There is no spoon. Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
The return
Tuesday. 9.4.07 5:58 pm
Ahh, school. Going back today felt like we never left. I'm pretty satisfied with my schedule, and for once I'm actually excited for a class or two. My lurking fear of being surrounded by strangers was vanquished, and I realize now that I never really had anything to worry about to begin with...I know more people than I thought. There is one face I haven't gotten to see enough of, though....it makes me miss the free time of summer, but alas there's always weekends.

It feels almost awkward to be excited about Journalism, since I rarely get anything more than moderate entertainment from school. We're doing press shots tomorrow, plus the normal school pictures, though I think my mother wants me to get those ridiculous studio ones -_-

My only misgiving with the new year is the awesomely-cool, renovated electronics policy. No cell phones, anywhere, anytime (except during lunch in a "designated area"). And no iPods either. For the most part, the teachers seem to be going along with the plan, though my Journalism teacher will let us do all of the above in the back room moahah. I feel like I've broken the system, great success.

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Do not try to bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, try to realize the truth. There is no spoon. Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
The changing times
Monday. 9.3.07 10:02 am
Some of it might be summer fever, or at least I hope so. Why is everyone changing? Conformism seems to be the latest fad, and ugly sides are making much more frequent appearances. Unless that's what people really are becoming. The distinction between real friends and school acquaintances have become almost painfully clear to me now. There are people who I wish could translate between the two contexts, but most of them are too preoccupied with getting drunk or high to pay much notice. The lack of backbone makes me SICK. I take that almost word-for-word from the comment I left Middaymoon only because it is the closest I can come to expressing my disgust without frantically swearing. It's not so much what people are doing, it's WHY they're doing it...stop following the f*cking crowd, whatever happened to dignity and that bit about self respect?

But I guess not all changes are for the worse


I never thought I would be sitting here feeling the way I do...I think I'll fall asleep tonight smiling about her.

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Do not try to bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, try to realize the truth. There is no spoon. Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
Crap Hour 3
Thursday. 8.30.07 4:27 pm
I've been gone the past few days in Kirkland, once again, except this time I wasn't chaperoning the minions all day. I went to Redmond Town Center with a friend for an hour or so, keeping myself occupied with a Starbucks amidst the monotony of shopping. After the third member of the party arrived, we went to see Rush Hour 3. My advice: don't. I don't know how Jackie Chan got suckered into a making another movie, he's 53, and people over the hill just don't exactly fit the role of intense action hero. The biggest upset: he used a sword. Jackie Chan does not use conventional weaponry godamnit! Chairs, tables, jackets, shoes...anything but swords. Painful attempts at humor, uncreative, unimpressive action sequences...like Shrek, the Rush Hour series dies here. Besides, if you're going to pay a ridiculous $7.25 for a movie, it better be damn good.

After the movie we proceeded to get pizza. I was served by cheap noobs who gave me tiny slices of oblivion. And to think we could've gone back to her house and had DECENT pizza for FREE...the last time I'm listening to females...

Anybody else hear about that kid who broke the iPhone and made it servicable by all network providers (it was originally only available from AT&T)? I thought it was pretty ninja until he said a cliche inspirational bit while referencing Galaxy Quest, then I couldn't take him seriously anymore.

Life is...chaotic. So many things happening at once, and I honestly can't start prioritizing because one doens't stand out from the other. But I will say this: it's Senior year, and I'm not living with any regrets. I'm a little apprehensive about my classes...I need familiar faces, I don't want to waste my last 365 days of high school "getting to you know you better."

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Do not try to bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, try to realize the truth. There is no spoon. Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
Omg, it's thirteen o'clock
Sunday. 8.26.07 1:09 am
I woke up the other day and stared groggily at the clock across my room. It read 13:05. I whispered to myself in , "Omg...it's thirteen o'clock I way overslept..." After focusing all of my mind's power on the clock, it became apparent that it actually read "8:05," and with that my brain immediately returned to hibernation and I drifted off to sleep.



To the sleepy, it looks like a 13, ok. Don't judge me.

My dad sometimes struggles with english, since it's his second language. After stuttering for sometime he managed to produce the phrase "Horror of Terrrrrror," while trying to discuss "The Tower of Teror," one of the few moments where he was genuinely funny, even it was just part of the language barrier. I wish there was more of that.

The Federal Way Parade was today. As part of tradition, us jump ropers participated, though under the name "Hot Dog USA," since my old team no longer exists. It felt something like deja vu, until we started sucking. There were only three kids over the age of 15, the rest were what I like to refer to as "minions," so we looked unorganized and completely unskilled. I'm pretty sure I saw half of my school there too, which might've been a good thing if I actually do something cool on concrete. Too make matters worse, the announcer introduced us as "AS AMAZING GROUP OF GlRLS WHO BLAH BLAH BLHA BLAH." HELLO ARE YOU KIDDING ME I'M SIX FOOT TWO DO YOU NOT SEE ME. It's ridiculous. Especially when the brainless football players snicker at you through their pads and helmets. It's a real nice touch if you plan to live in an insane asylum.

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Do not try to bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, try to realize the truth. There is no spoon. Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
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