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Archive for December, 2005
I’ll play games, Brenn, and Chris. But I’ll do it my way. Instead of first lines, I’ll take title and a random snip or two from the first posts. Also, I’m using real posts because some of my posts (primarily first few in March) were non-posts that were simply quotes from AIM convos or rantings about the news–I’m listing quotes from posts that are personal ramblings.
January (1/1/05):
Oh… Oh Five. “In two words, “white people.” / It’s 2005. As in “05″. As in “class of 2005″. As in, “time to move on with life”.”
February (2/2/05):
Work “The long and short of it is that I’m falling apart from what I used to be, falling into a future that I’m not ready for.”
March (3/5/05):
lim (x -> 18) “Life itself has become a reflection of perhaps what I should focus on, what I should carry with me, now that my childhood (at least “childhood” defined by legal age) has completed it’s course.”
April (4/14/05):
Shhh. “Megan and I: broken up, still good friends. / College: Wash. U. = no. Last-minute application to Mizzou = yes. / My car accident. / Dad’s car accident. / Prom. Sara Besserman. All this girl stuff going on again.”
May (5/3/05):
… “Screw you Ted and Brenn who keep wanting me to blog again. / Screw you Glenn who keeps wanting me to never blog again. / As a compromise, it’s here, but I don’t particularly care for it right now.”
June (6/1/05):
Vagrant Mind (INCOMPLETE) “So I’d been contemplating things like my place in life and what everything amounts to and shit–I mean, I saw Fight Club for the first time last night, go figure.”
July (7/1/05):
Mizzou-rah. “Everybody here is about as insane as Moody, Adams, and I. I mean, it’s going to freaking rock. / Classes look great, res life looks great, and everything seems like it’s going to go really well… Eh, the only thing missing is Sara. It’s the one thing that puts me down a little…”
August (8/1/05):
August “It’s that month that many of us have been dreading, that many of us have been looking forward to. It’s D-Day, it’s the start of our future. An unavoidable change of our lives.”
September (9/3/05):
a dream “Being home and falling asleep and waking up in my own bed, in my own room, right now it feels as if college were all but a dream. It’s weird how removed (even mentally) I am from one life when I’m in the place of the other.”
October (10/7/05):
Fliegen “Suddenly I feel as if we’re becoming more and more lost. Everything we’ve known about ourselves came from where we lived and our upbringing and now that we don’t have that to hold us back, we’re quickly figuring out what we really are in the world.”
November (11/7/05):
yorgo != mygo “So the thought occurred to me last night that perhaps I don’t want to stick out the rest of my life doing computer work. / I was 99% sure of things… Then that 1% happened.”
December (12/3/05):
Supposed Meaning “I remember saying some time ago that inhibition and knowning too much (as opposed to childhood ignorance/innocence) used to be the killer. That if I could forget the things I learned and be totally new and stuff to everything, I’d be a much better person. / That “childhood ignorance”, that don’t know, don’t care attitude over things in life, more innocent than cavalier… It’s a good state to be in, because you really start to take in everything that you come across, you know?”
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Theme for the year, I guess is growth, seeing as most of my first posts had something to do with change in who I am or like, forward-moving changes in my life in general.
We’re not that young anymore. We’re 18 or 19 years old now. It’s scary to say that to myself actually. Hm… I know it’ll be fine. I forget how old I am, heh. I think it’s best not to pay attention to my own age, anyway. (If I do, I’ll only be getting older.)
Hm, this was an entertaining exercise, going back and snipping quotes from the first good posts… It’s amazing to me how quotable and how memorable it sounds, heh.
In the process of this year, I lost the things I thought I wanted most… But gained so much more. I’ve come to realize a lot more about myself and I’ve most definitely realized that maybe what makes us happiest might not be what we had originally planned…
Life, again, has displayed it’s unwavering quality of working itself out.
Merry Christmas, everyone. As of 2am, it was snowing lightly… As of 4am (right now), it’s kinda collecting on the tops of roofs and cars and in the grass, and still snowing. Amazing. =)
Is 3am okay? (Was supposed to sleep ASAP, heh.)
Watched Memoirs of a Geisha with Sara and Kayla. ‘Twas good, although I definitely felt it really wasn’t very asian. I dunno. If you’ve ever seen a great deal of anime or Japanese-made films, you’d understand. There was something far too terribly American racially blind about it. (Upon research, the book was written by an American, movie was written and directed by Americans, go figure.) Hell, reading the Wikipedia entry shows even more holes: “Many people were upset that central characters in the movie were not played by native Japanese actresses; indeed, the lead is played by Chinese actress Zhang Ziyi. The production crew, however, paid little attention, in a move that some consider ignorant pan-Asianism, and a refusal to recognize the diversity of cultures in Asia.” Heh.
Again let me say that I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t what it should’ve been.
Anyway. It’s Christmas Eve. I have a little shopping to do in the morning.
Dry Riverbed 1
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Dry Riverbed 2
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Randomly took some shots at Sioux Passage Park, here’s a couple panorama tests that I took. Amazing. I’m definitely going to be trying more of this stuff out in the near future.
To be able to view the bigger versions, you should get a flickr account. ;x If you use Yahoo, then all you need to do is activate one. (flickr is now part of yahoo, heh.)
Wonderful, another pointless 4am night. Granted it was pretty decent and worthy up until around 2:30am.
Watched Syriana with the ol’ gang, took a long drive with Sara afterwards on my favorite old route, the one I used to drive when I was in a lonely or frustrated mood, to clear my head. (New Halls Ferry->Douglas->Old Jamestown->Lindbergh) It was funny, because I just rambled off to her as I drove, and she actually listened and understood what the heck I was talking about. (Heh, my ramblings are rarely understood by more than a couple people at a time.) The drive seemed to go quickly. It was enjoyable.
Stood outside in my backyard for a while, went inside for a bit, went back outside (totaled about an hour outside overall), was taking some photos of the sky with the new camera, heh. Enjoyed it a lot, I’m thinking that either I need a telephoto lens or I should get a telescope and a camera mount, heh. Eventually… There are too many things for me to do yet.
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Anyway, those ramblings to Sara whilst I drove… It’s funny, because it happened like any old blog rambling, where I started talking about a subject, and as I went along I kinda continually expanded or revised what I’d been saying all along… As if while talking, I started to learn more about myself or figure out a little thing or two. It was interesting.
I feel like I’ve been longing for a little revolutionary soul searching, like a pilgrimage to the middle of damned nowhere to find my identity or something. I swear one of these years I’m going to disappear and just live in the Philippines in the little town my mom grew up in for a few months, just to get in touch with my roots. Something weird like that. Almost as if I’ve had enough with the 18 years of life I’ve had where I am right now, heh.
We’ll see what happens to me down the road. I’ve more or less thrown concrete planning to the wind and decided I’d wing it and make an adventure of it.
