:: Friday, November 20 ::
Sometimes I wonder why I treat strangers better than the people I am faced with daily.:: Tuesday, October 27 ::
And I don't do it for a better lasting outcome. Adding to the list is the last thing I want. But maybe it's because I know it's temporary and it will affect someone without any commitment. Hrm.
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For those who know me,:: Wednesday, September 9 ::
I'm struggling big time.
It's those times when you sit still, and wait upon an answer,
and feel like nothing but silence surrounds you,
and the silence isn't sufficient enough to find a focus - a certain voice,
to give a vision, and path, some glimmer of a sign.
It's the most difficult thing, having to wait upon Him and get an answer.
I have some of the biggest decisions of my life to make,
and I know not what to do.
I'd rather be in pain or strife, than to ping-pong the doubt and uncertainty that lingers in my mind. "Trust in the Lord, and lean not on your own understanding." I need to learn to stay still. Something tells me silence isn't enough. Say a prayer for me if you realize what I'm going through. Thx.
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This is K & I's version of "COOL".
Thumbs up, WAY UP for WSS in Stratford btw.
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helped out a friend with a song he beautifully wrote for his thesis.:: Tuesday, July 14 ::
cheers.
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CAN I JUST SAY.. and I realized this myself when I starred at my 1975 TV as I worked out, watching a commercial for 500 Days of Summer,:: Monday, July 13 ::
THAT JOSEPH GORDON LEVITT looks EXACTLY like HEATH LEDGER.
I couldn't be MORE on cloud 9 right now. That movie looks great. And what a soundtrack. I'm excited more than ever.
I can't get over how much Joseph has grown since 3rd Rock from the Sun.
Wow.
Amazing.
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"I say I'm forgiving, but perhaps I haven't forgiven myself.":: Monday, May 11 ::
Excerpt taken from dating woes, June 2009.
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I feel like my life is complete.:: Friday, April 10 ::
After searching for almost a year,
I finally found my scent. My fragrance.
The smell that defines me.
ANNA SUI.
Secret Wish.
If only I had hundreds of dollars so I could bathe myself in the beautiful aroma.
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I woke up this morning with terror in my eyes.:: Tuesday, March 17 ::
You know how people say when you dream of death, you come close but you never actually die? You fall off a building or bridge, which transitions into a swimming pool. You see the knife geared towards your torso and you clinch but you still continue to live in another scene.
Well, that didn't happen this time. And boy, was death on the mind. What's scarier was that I was willing to take my own life. It was completely by choice. I thought of various options, (and I care not to through divuldge into those details)... but then it happened. How odd.
After I came back from service tonight, it dawned on me that perhaps that death I was envisioning wasn't mine but that of Christ's. Hrm... perhaps symbolic?
*Shudder* I'm quite baffled but I don't think it helps to look into it further.
I'm frankly quite happy to be alive and saved through Him. I really can't count my blessings.
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:: Saturday, March 7 ::So I was looking through some photos and found shots taken of what was lost in a terrible flooding accident that affected my basement when I was away in Germany a few years ago. My heart almost skipped a beat when I thought I saw in the plastic bag of piled of stuffed animals, my dearly beloved popple friend, PRIZE POPPLE. I ran down to the basement and retrieved her from my stuffed animal collection (that I've put in hiding since my current monkeys have taken over my bedroom).
Whilst cleaning my Prize Popple, the thought came to me: GO SEARCH it on UTUBE.
Low and behold, there are multiple vids. It was hard for me to find that hot-pink, white-haired PRIZE and then I found this commercial of the one my brother and I BOTH had! His blue one, named 'PC' seemed quite popular (as he existed in almost all of the POPPLES episodes but I was so thrilled to see them both.
And those kids are a bonus. So cute. That blonde girl is such a brat. Exactly depicts how I probably was like to my brother. haha
We both got ours in 1986, and the collection grew as we got older (we even had the pocket-sized popples), but I loved PRIZE the most. She's travelled all over the world with me, and her last trip was in Deutschland in 2003. Mind you, she looks NOTHING like the above photo, but it's only because she was soooo loved.
WHICH POPPLE DID YOU HAVE? I think only early 80's kids were down with this popples trend. They seriously need to bring 'em back.
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i miss c-o-n-a-n. it's not nearly the same. jF needs to find a new job.:: Friday, February 27 ::
i actually don't mind "chelsea lately". women of that nature crack me up. even if the jokes the guests make are scripted the flow of that show is still cool beans.
obrien better hurry. i need my night-time comedy before bed.
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Here's my two cents on mockery.:: Wednesday, February 18 ::
No one should make negative comment or mock someone for something they cannot change. If someone wants to mock my weight or my flabby arms - go right ahead! Because that's my fault for being heavy with 'oprah' arms and with time, I can change. (Note: no one has made comment on either of the two mentioned directly or indirectly to me). But if you want to comment on my huge head or how big my eyes are and how unasianize they are in a mocking manner - that's just freaking uncalled for and racist. WHY? Because I cannot change those things. Have you ever heard of a head-reduction? Right. That's because they don't exist. So how constructive is commenting on it negatively in the first place?
Someone has bad character? Go right ahead. Yes, comment on that. Maybe they'll learn from it.
Someone is a terrible actor and moves like a limp hippo on stage? Yes, please. Comment. Humour my world, will ya? Because essentially an actor can learn to develope tools and be a better. He can CHANGE.
But don't bully your way into ridiculous comments on things I cannot change.
Oh, and btw: if I didn't initiate the 'asian' jokes, that gives one no right to start up a "chink" converstaion. You ever tried to start up the n-word with an African? My point, exactly.
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh.
I have more to say but for those who really know me, you know I'm typing this with a Brooklyn smile.
I'm not cussing, I'm not vexed. --I jus be sayin'--
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:: Friday, January 9 ::
GORGEOUS. If only these were engagement photos. I heart these two and the show LOST.
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Tinnitus:: Tuesday, December 30 ::
I think I have it. It's this constant metallic ringing pitch on F4/F5 circulating on Major 3rd. It's always there, in my sleep, while I watch TV; from the solitary moments alone to over dinner conversations. I'm thankful it's not prominent in what I hear - a la, when I have rehearsals the ringing has been forgotten. But I have taken for granted the sound of peace. LITERALLY. *sigh*
I pray the day I wake in the morning, I hear nothing but air. NO PITCHES! gah.
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I just got back from NYC and this simple song puts how I feel about it in a nutshell.:: Sunday, December 7 ::
Leave Me In New York by Hope
See the light shine on the city, it’s morning now
There couldn’t be any more beauty in any other town
You’re dancing lights and endless nights
Everybody knows you never sleep
But you’re still beautiful to me
They say that if you make it here you make it anywhere
It’s gotta be the truth cause I’m not going anywhere
So leave me in New York, New York
Lady Liberty, you’re my shining star
I’m meet you in the garden after dark
And tell me all the stories
and how we got our freedom
And tell me how America was born
They say that if you make it here you make it anywhere
It’s gotta be the truth cause I’m not going anywhere
So leave me in New York, New York
They say that if you make it here you make it anywhere
It’s gotta be the truth cause I’m not going anywhere
Your dancing lights thrill me
And your endless nights amuse me
You’re still beautiful to me,
You’re still beautiful to me,
New York.
*sigh* I already miss it. Watch out NY, I'll be back!
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I'm off to complete my ultimate dream!:: Saturday, November 29 ::
Pls pray for:
1. Safety. I don't feel safe in *that* city.
2. General belongings of my things. Once again, safety.
3. Longevity of my digital camera. It's acting up and I want nothing more than for it to last me the end of this year. I'm prepared to go DSLR but not just yet.
4. That my eyes are opened to what possibilities this city may hold for my future.
5. All goes smoothly in air and landing. I'm not a fan of planes.
See you in a couple weeks!
I'll keep you posted.
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It was a cold and rainy night,:: Monday, October 27 ::
I was walking east towards a high traffic intersection.
Usually I'd wear my phones and blare Radiohead,
but the business of the streets kept me preoccupied.
"Excuse me! Excuse me!" - Not yelled, just spoken out loud.
No taps on the shoulder but I could hear the gentle voice become louder in my right ear.
I turned. Gestured a head up with wide eyes.
"I just wanted to tell you.... I think you're really cute."
I didn't blush, I didn't budge. I meticulously read his face thinking I was being punk'd. My silence caused him to speak further.
"I saw you cross the street and just had to tell you."
I mildly smiled. "Well, thanks." And I immediately marched on forward towards the subway.
Having thought about it afterwards, there was so much I wanted to ask this man. I clearly wasn't interested (because I'm shallow, he was a hair too short for me. I have a 6 feet rule) but as I evaluate further, there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. He was undoubtedly, very good looking and didn't give off a stalker-creep vibe. But I wanted to know if he spoke to strangers he was attracted to by habit and if there was a purpose in him doing so. Most people would have scoffed and told him to piss off but I had the feeling he just did it because he wanted women to feel good about themselves. He didn't ask for a phone number or tried to start something; he just wanted to pass on his honesty. Does that sound stupid?
If I wasn't in such a rush I probably would have asked for a name and understand his intentions of this random act, but definitely wouldn't have surrendered my #.
Why are women so skeptical of men? I know I am too often. Maybe this is something I need to change. Be less hard and more openly attentive.
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I am so undeserving of it all.:: Sunday, October 5 ::
Why do good things continue to happen to me? I don't even ask for it, and it still happens for the betterment of everything. Do you ever feel that way?
I'm frankly baffled because I feel like I have done nothing different to deserve the rewards that have come my way. I live my busy life sometimes without even thinking - I forget to reflect, I fail to whisper his name - and yet, the good things come when least expected.
I almost feel... guilt. But in all honesty, that's not to say that I'm going to change things. Right now, my theme is HECTICNESS. I barely have a moment to just observe and breathe. I fear this is the life I will eventually live. Go, go, go. Sing, sing, sing. Go, go, go. Gig, gig, gig. And it's not for the sake of security and money. I do it because it's all I know; it's how I maintain sanity.
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"You're a giver on stage.":: Monday, September 29 ::
Quite possibly the most generous thing said to me by an opera colleague.
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He said it nonchalantly, and I didn't analyze too deep into it until he further explained. "There are givers, and then there are those who suck everything out of you. It's the givers that make this industry all the more worth it." It was like a relevation hit me. I couldn't agree with him more. It's worth doing what I do as a performer if it means working with 'givers'. I'm so incredibly blessed to have an amazing roster of colleagues in my year where I completely feel that they are 'givers' because to share the stage with them is PRICELESS. There's a chemistry, a bond, an effortless flow of action that no schooling can provide. I really feel so lucky. Once again, PG and His works.
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I have exactly 24 hours to make a decision that could potentially change my life.:: Friday, September 19 ::
I am going insane because I can't decide what to do.
This competition that I'm considering with stakes so incredibly high, makes me worried because I'm not sure I have the validation to get pass first round. I wish He would make his sign more clear to me because I'm leaning towards not doing something and I feel this terrible fear of regret.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh
And if I choose to NOT move and NOT do anything, well, then I pretty much remain the same (and possibly sane again) but will wonder if I made a poor choice.
And if I submit my application in, I will have to just wait and see and let my pride down and wait for the results. I also become more poor this way investing more coin into it. But if all goes well, the coin will be more than doubled and it could be a very rewarding thing. But I'm not in it for the money. I'm just dying to sing for some HUGE names.
I won a competition last year, but can I do it again? Hrm....
But on a completely different note; I'M GOING TO NYC! My school has rewarded me for my hardwork and is sending me to NYC before the holidays to indulge in opera culture with THREE MET SHOWS, complete with accomodations, food, ANNNNND pocket money! OVERJOYED AS YOU CAN IMAGINE. GOD IS SOOO GRACIOUS.
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When you're on public transit and you've got tunes poppin' in your ears,:: Sunday, September 14 ::
don't you ever have the urge to just lipsync and pretend you're in your very own music video?
I do that all the time. I don't close my eyes, I don't even directly look at anyone. I mouth the words to the tunes and figure I'm on the spotlight. No shame. I do it.
But then the other day on the subway, when my tunes ran out of batteries and I was forced to join the forces of silence, there was an asian girl about my age who had her tunes poppin' in her ears. She and I exchanged glances a few times and she gave an impression of subtle grace and pleasant introvertedness. 15 minutes into the subway ride, to my dismay, she started going 'buck' and lipsynced her lyrics to some upbeat tempo pop song - frankly, it looked ridiculous. She never opened her eyes, and made facial gestures as if she were rocking it out as frontman in a heavy metal band.
After that day, I stopped lipsyncing on the subway. I realize I may be causing some of my fellow transit commuters visual pain and its probabaly best to leave those 'lipsyncing music video moments' for the shower.
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:: Monday, August 25 ::
this is why i wished we had Target in Kanada.
or maybe i wish i had an american boyfriend so he'd collect them all and ship 'em over to me. DOMOKUN!
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:: Sunday, August 24 ::
I'm big on Jorma Taccone (the one who stabs himself) in this well thought out music video. Kudos to Aasha Davis, too but I really loved the way Jorma delivered. This video is a depiction of how I view things, even in my own relationships. Sometimes I think I have the mindset of a guy.
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Something always brings me back to you:: Thursday, August 21 ::
It never takes too long
No matter what I say or do
I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone
You hold me without touch
You keep me without chains
I never wanted anything so much
than to drown in your love and not feel your rain
Set me free, leave me be
I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am and I stand so tall,
just the way I'm supposed to be
But you're on to me and all over me
You loved me 'cause I'm fragile
When I thought that I was strong
But you touch me for a little while
and all my fragile strength is gone.
I live here on my knees as I try to make you see
that you're everything I think I need here on
The ground
But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down
...You're on to me on to me and all over
Something always brings me back to you
it never takes too long ...
sara bareilles's gravity
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:: from the mouth of erics* :: 10:04 PM :: --> (0) comments
opentoit.:: Wednesday, August 20 ::
i shutted the door pretty tight
with just enough of an opening so i could still tweak a sight of you
and i swore i'd never cave,
never throw my vulnerable self into arms that would crumble
you made me believe that giving was the worst of all crimes
forcing this bitter heart of mine - because all i wanted, was give into you
the more i gave, the more i bled,
too forgiving, too naive,
the biggest of hearts turned to stone,
and i let it grow cold.
but after much turmoil, my body chose to rebel
i realize i wasn't built for the cold
i would never survive.
i was made to love, made to open that door.
now i puzzle at the crack in the door and wonder why i struggle to just open it.
its not even locked and i still hesitate...
maybe its not a matter of allowing you in, but you letting me in.
so will you?
are you open to it?
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I ripped out the red like it was everything I had,:: Friday, July 11 ::
scrambled the pieces for everything that was said,
eyes glistened, and lips said nothing,
but I knew it would be the last, I just knew.
The harshest of feelings, the strongest of woes,
and still you patronize me with these random quotes.
Your poetry spoke to me, I still hold them dear,
but it will never bring us back to the event of our year.
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:: from the mouth of erics* :: 10:29 AM :: --> (0) comments
Revisiting old tunes and bands I cherish in the jr high days.:: Thursday, June 26 ::
I came upon the BNL's "Born on a Pirate Ship". (ha, I still remember being taught that phrase when I was a ripe age of 7 by my reading buddy. ha.)
It's not so much the lyrics I love but the story telling front man Steven does with this ballad; its the rip-out-my-heart-out-of-my-chest feeling. I think I would want to cover this but it's much harder for a female vocalist than a male.
"Break Your Heart"
The bravest thing I've ever done
Was to run away and hide
But not this time, not this time
And the weakest thing I've ever done
Was to stay right by your side
Just like this time, and every time
I couldn't tell you I was happy when you were gone
So I lied and said that I missed you when we were apart
I couldn't tell you, so I had to lead you on
But I didn't mean to break your heart
And if I always seem distracted
Like my minds somewhere else
That's because it's true, yes it's true
it's this stupid pride that makes me feel
Like I have to follow through
Even half-assedly, loving you
Why must I always speak in terms of cowardice?
When I guess I should have just come out and told you right from the start
Why must I always tell you all I want is this?
I guess 'cause I didn't want to break your heart
And you said
What'd you think that I was gonna do,
Curl up and die just because of you?
I'm not that weak, you know
What'd you think that I was gonna do,
Try to make you love me as much as I love you?
How could you be so low?
You arrogant man,
What do you think that I am?
My heart will be fine
Just stop wasting my time
And now I'm over you, I'll be OK,
and that I've got what I want,
and that's rid of you
Bye
And it's not 'cause I'll be missing you
That makes me fall apart
It's just that I didn't mean to break
No I didn't mean to break
No I didn't mean to break
Your heart
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if i could sum everything i want for a music video, if i could just be someone else for an hour it would be leads in heyocean. amazing band. dig the sound, dig the vocals.:: Tuesday, June 10 ::
check out their myspace.
pretty flipping amazing.
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:: Monday, June 9 ::
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Naturally, a Naughty Monkey for a monkey!:: Saturday, May 10 ::
I'm crazy about these "Naughty Monkey" shoes and it made my DAY when I discovered them in a local shop (will remain unnamed) a few months ago. But every time I went, my size would be taken. (There must be another *me* out there) BUT NOT TODAY!! :D I got my first pair (The FEVER sandal in Black/White) and I simply cannot take them off. They are definitely outrageous and most would think twice about picking a pair like mine up but fashion faux pas or not, I want shoes with creativity and this product has that! And don't let the heel scare you! They're actually QUITE comfortable!
I want these pretty badly!
The first pair of NMs I ever laid eyes on (Closet Jigsaw):
HULLLLO LOVAHHHH:
Mmmmmmm:
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Opera Diploma Recital Success!:: Sunday, April 27 ::
THANK YOU TO ALL WHO SENT THEIR LOVE AND SUPPORT, and a special THANK YOU to those who went out of their way (even took off work!) to come watch the show!!! G'bye Laurier! Hello world!
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DOMO IS HERE!:: Tuesday, April 22 ::
I screamed like a little girl today.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
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I just finished watching BOBBY (2006). Excellent film. There's one scene that I loved so much, I actually took the time to write it out. That Fishbourne is sheer brilliance. Please excuse the language and profanity.:: Monday, April 14 ::
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Head Chef Edward (Lawrence Fishbourne), Miguel (Jacob Vargas) and Jose (Freddy Rodriguez) are having lunch break together in the kitchen of the Ambassador Hotel (where Robert Kennedy was assassinated. Written by Emilio Estevez.
Miguel: Chef’s Special, Edward?
Edward: Miguel, you know if I could, I would.
M: Bullshit, man. I see you serving the brothers the good stuff. White folks, too. You don’t see them eating this dog food.
E: Lord, today. Do we have to do this every day, Miguel?
M: Every day you keep putting the brown man down, Edward.
E: (Edward chuckles)
M: Keeping the brown man down.
E: I’m putting the brown man down. That’s right. Let’s keep the brown man down. Let’s send the brown man back across the border to his sweet senoritas and his refried beans.
(laughter amongst the crew who are also eating)
M: First of all, we didn’t cross the border. The border crossed us. And our senoritas are better than your fried-chicken-eating mama with the big backyard.
(men oohing)
E: Hey, you smell that? Look at that – my very own special berry cobbler, fresh out of the oven. But since you had to put my mama in it, excuse me… Here you go, Jose, enjoy.
Jose: (chuckles, accepts the cobbler)
Miguel: Come on, man.
Edward: (mocking) “Come on, man.”
(laughter amongst the crew)
E: You Mexican boys can’t play the dozens. I don’t know why you keep on, Miguel.
Jose: Yeah, man.
M: Man, what do you know about the dozen?
Jose: I know that I got some cobbler and you don’t.
(laughter)
M: You’re a sellout, man.
J: You know.
E: Hey. It’s good ain’t it, Jose?
J: Mm-hmm.
E: That recipe was handed down by my great-grandmother. Mmm….
M: Hey, let me have some of that. Come on, brother.
E: We ain’t brothers, amigo.
(laughter)
M: And we ain’t amigos, “bruh-thuh.”
(laughter)
E: Go ahead.
M: (bites into cobbler) Mmm…
J: (to Edward) You uh… working a double shift like the rest of us?
E: I most certainly am not.
M: You must be the only one.
E: Yeah, and you know why?
J: Why?
E: Too good-looking for that mess.
(laughter)
M: You ain’t work a double, ‘cause whitey’s afraid of your black ass, man.
E: (laughs)
M: They’re afraid you’re gonna go all Huey Newton on them, all violent. See, they ain’t afraid of us yet, Jose. Not yet, man, but one day, one day they will be, man. We’re gonna get the respect that we deserve. We’re gonna take back California, take back our land, man.
Edward: I want you to park that anger in my kitchen, young man.
Miguel: I want you to get your hand off my shoulder, Negro.
(kitchen crew men oohing)
E: All right, keep it up. See, the first few times I tried to make this dessert, couldn’t get it right. Too much sugar one time, not enough sugar the next time, couldn’t find the balance. I realized I was forcing it. You know, trying to make it taste like my mama’s or her mama’s. Mine didn’t have any poetry, didn’t have any light. And then I realized I was trying to force it, to taste like my mother’s, taste like her mother’s. See, it has to be Edward’s creation. It had to come from me. Now, you, Miguel, you’ve got… shit to offer. You’ve got no poetry. You’ve got no light. You’ve got no one looking at you and saying, “Damn. Look at that Miguel. I want some of what he’s got.” All you got is your anger.
M: I ain’t angry.
E: I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. Come on, speak up.
M: (shouts out) I said I’m not angry!
(men murmuring)
E: All right. (chuckles) You know, I used to be just like you. I had anger. And then, after Dr. King was killed…well, anger like you can’t even imagine. White folks ain’t trying to keep you down, Miguel. White folks just don’t like to be pushed into a corner. They’ll come around. You just got to make it look like it was their idea, like they’re the ones that thought of it. They need to feel like they’re the great emancipators; like it was theirs to give in the first place. Let ‘em have it. I mean, if that’s all it takes, let them have it. Can you dig it? I know my man Jose can dig it, can’t you?
Jose: Yeah
E: Mm-hmm.
Daryl Timmons (their boss, played by Christian Slater): Edward. Is that you famous cobbler I’m smelling down in my office?
Edward: Yes, sir, Mr. Timmons. I just pulled a fresh batch out of the oven. I’ll make sure some gets to your office directly, sir.
M: (mockingly) “I’ll get some sent to your office directly, sir.”
(crew laughs)
M: Step-and-fetch-it motherfucker.
(Edward takes away Miguel’s cobbler)
M: Hey….
E: I’m not working a double shift today, though, am I… amigo?
(scattered “oohs”)
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Now if you read it all, now you oughta WATCH it all in a clip under 5 minutes. God bless you-tube. CLICK HERE.
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:: Sunday, March 30 ::Who's afraid of the big bad flush?
I'm a frequent visitor of public washrooms. Ever since I perfected the squat a couple years ago, I'm not afraid to use the loo. But on most ocasions, I've encountered public washroom visits with children by coincidence. Now here's my mind-bogging question: WHY DON'T CHILDREN FLUSH?
I hypothesized some ideas. Perhaps when it's just pee, they think it's harmless. Perhaps they live with "Earth-saving" parents who promote the "minimal flush action". Fine. I can live with that. But let's be frank here. If I see a toilet full of urine and it's the only toilet available for me to use, I'm GONNA FLUSH it anyway. I know most women do. So why let the urination of bacteria sit in the toilet? NOT COOL.
Number Twos are EVEN worse. THERE IS NO EXPLAINATION for why dumps need to be made known and left unattended. NO REASON. And I've heard droppings made adjacent to me, with a quick zip-up and a running child out of the stall. And they didn't even bother to wash their hands. Most people, who don't flush don't wash their hands.
So during my visit at *un-named restaurant* (but it's not Asian, and I go there A LOT) an 11 year old girl walks in the same time as I. Once again, she pees and runs out. I wanted to scold her. WHAT'S SO BAD ABOUT FLUSHING? You don't even have to use your hands! Just kick the stick! It's not so much scolding I wanted to do, but I just wanted to ask her. What's the sin in flushing?
It makes sense to have automatic-flushing censoring-devices but just yesterday, during one of my visits to a beautiful restroom in Ben Thahn Cambridge, a little girl was cutely complaining about the automatic-flush because she wasn't done yet and it flushed her tush three times on her.
My conclusion: SAVE THE EARTH by saving water and NOT resorting to automatic flushing devices. If we taught proper flushing, then maybe children would flush more appropriately! Heck, do they need to make a Pixar movie about it with the main character as Mr. Flush, the Friendly Flusher?
What's your reasoning for why children fail to flush?
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love it love it love it. love it ALL. this is my fav routine from my current favourite show, ABDC. obviously, it's nothing in comparison to what the title-winners Jabbahabawockahees... or whatever they're called (still praise them, I just don't get their name) but what Kaba does makes me laugh. Gotta love cool hip hop dancers who can act like complete nerds.:: Friday, March 21 ::
i've got to hand it to yuri. she is really beautiful. it's not so much about her looks, but the fact that she can dance so well and smooth scores her HUGE points with me.
Y.Tag with Host, Mario L.
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:: Wednesday, March 19 ::Huge News
I can't give too many details but will generalize this post with as much vagueness. (I am aware that I am googlable)
Basically, I did my thing for a very important audition. Considering the path I've been through, with this mindset of being a solo classical singer, I'm a big nobody. I may be born and raised in 'THE' city but there's no affiliation to my name...yet.
I impressed two very well respected names (who are based in Toronto but definitely highly regarded world wide). I went in with the intentions to sing a small role: 1 of 3 to be exact, I could only be the 3rd since it's written for my low voice type. Realistically, I know what the stakes are in city, so if I was offered the part I had my eye on, I would have been thrilled and ecstatic.
Well, long story short: I almost didn't sing for this panel and I was incredibly crushed. It wasn't so much about being a part of the opera production but I just wanted to sing for these two VIPS. I couldn't find them. I had to give up. All that work and money, applying and working with my wonderful accompanist - it was all put to and end and I was devastated. Over dinner and drinks with a friend hours later, I receive a call. There was an opening to sing the audition right then and there. It was 10:10PM. I threw a bill down and left my friend stranded with her burger and beer, and ran my butt back down to the audition place.
Completely out of breath and beyond stress levels I could not comprehend, I went in there as if nothing happened (and there is much more to this story but like I said, it's suppose to be VAGUE) and introduced myself as I quickly pulled myself together. Open the mouth and there it was. I took on that room as if it were mine and enveloped it with my sound. I impressed the heck out of this precious panel. They were very interested and made me wail Bb-C's to check range. Why? Because they were considering me for lead role. *HOLY HELEN MOTHER OF PEARL* *&^@#$ I needed someone to pinch me.
Six days later, a personal call comes in from the panel. It's confirmed. They want me to do leads. I shanted my pants. And there's no gambling where these two come from. It's one thing to be desperate and in need of people to fill places but they would not take me on if they didn't think I could do it. I was so humbled by it all - I frankly didn't know what to say. To think, a big nobody like me was given a chance to break through onto the stages in the city.
So that's my big news. The production is due for the summer so I have a lot, a LOT, A LOT of work to do. Seriously, I can only draw up one conclusion. I'm not lucky. I'm incredibly driven by His work and what He does. If this is what I'm meant to do, then so be it. I will dip my feet in.
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:: from the mouth of erics* :: 1:33 AM :: --> (6) comments
I make frequent trips to the library. As much as I love it, having free resources and unlimited take-outs of recordings (score one huge for the musician!) you also encounter a fair shair of classified "weirdos" and the "uneducated". Frankly, it makes me smile. Take for example, a conservation that inspired this post.:: Wednesday, February 27 ::
Two gentlemen, one in their 20's one in their 40's, sitting across from me at the computer stations.
Man 1 (20 y.o.): "Hey Paul. Psst, Paul."
Man 2 (40 y.o.): [types away with two fingers of his right hand]
Man 1: (whispers louder) PAUL!
Man 2: [staring at his keyboard as he types] "Eyah?"
Man 1: "How do you spell Tuesday?"
Man 2: [looks at me in bewilderment but tries to answer nonchalant]
"T-U-D-*-#-^" (murmurred)
Man 1: "Huh?"
Man 2: "T-U-D-E-S-D-E-Y"
Man 1: [Puzzled but doesn't doubt his trusty friend]
"What, say it again... T-E-D-U-S?"
Man 2: [reaffirms in a louder voice] "No! T-U-D-E-S-D-E-Y".
At least Man 2's consistent. For a moment there, I thought he was kidding.
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:: from the mouth of erics* :: 6:49 PM :: --> (3) comments
:: Friday, February 8 ::
I scored an article mention in the Cord Weekly. To read the article, [ GO HERE ]. Archives: Volume 48, Issue 23 Feb 28, 2008, Page 34.
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you know when a bubble gets too big it's just ready to burst and you're not sure what precautions you should take when that unpredictable moment shatters your vision?:: Sunday, January 27 ::
well, i've been numbed by Ledger's death and as the weeks went by my mind simply couldn't grasp it all. sure, i don't KNOW the guy personally and there's no reason why i should feel such pain if i don't really KNOW someone and fabricate ideas of what he was like or how a conversation with him would steer upon a first meeting....but his death is pretty much the conclusion of something i've dedicated my leisurely life to following. to know that this is it, and there is nothing more to be discovered (aside from the garage and gossip assumed by mindless, insensitive freaks)... there is no anticipation of looking forward, only past.
so tonight, on my last computer errands before heading home, i looked him up and read all the recent confirmations about his "accidental death". the bubble finally burst: i balled my eyes out. not a single tear could i squeeze out since his death because my stubborn heart refused to give in but tonight, i finally came to terms with it. so now that chapter is closed. i hope to never revisit tonight the way i did.
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:: Wednesday, January 23 ::
I'm still mourning Heath's death. I have these intricate, weird and twisted dreams every night - they're worth putting into animation or song. I'll have to think about it.
BUT ON A COMPLETELY CUTE NOTE. I LOVE POCOYO! The kid in me will break through and share a moment of cuteness as I obsess about this little blue-hat dude who seems to make everything in the world THAT much better. Don't know who I'm talking about? GO YOUTUBE IT. Spainards are genius. And thank you Brits for taking it and making it English. I love the British narrator.
Radiohead is so good - Kudos to paradocs for sending me goodies. It's on repeat. Especially "Jigsaw Falling Into Place".
I'm getting rather excited for AC and Tiff as the months come crawling towards us. I also can't wait for a certain Woo to come home so we can get this party started. Word.
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:: from the mouth of erics* :: 5:44 PM :: --> (3) comments
I simply refuse to believe that Heath Ledger is gone.
I can barely express the pain I feel, realizing his life is over.
There are few chapters in my life where I have devoted an almost-like-obsession for certain celebrities. From my early teenhood, I was crazy about Jonathan Brandis. I even went as far as creating a tag for his name and would carve that tag art where ever I would linger. And discovering much later after it happened, that he took his own life was devastating.
Then, as I matured, so did my taste for celebrities and I was mad about men in a genre (as my friends know I used to term, "the dirty mexican" - how offensive, I know but it was only in relation to the long, dirty hair look) and Heath Ledger was right there in the number one spot for me. I would have killed to meet him. He is far from my aesthetic type but it was his craft that drew me in and made me a complete fan. When I found out my brother was going to Australia for a year - just the idea of knowing that he was practically in the same country where Heath was born, and he was probably just a boat ride away from Heath's hometown, Perth, gave me a thrill.
As I flip the channels that pay tribute to the investigation of HL's death... I almost want it to stop. And it's so sad that I keep watching it. I can practically site word-for-word what all the celebrities responses: from his Dad, Kim, to Stanley Tucci, to Nicole Kidman, and Mel Gibson. I really just want it all to stop. Someone please pinch me because there's no reason why such a talented bloke had to die so young.
When Heath's life was being taken away, I was in a dental chair, high on fumes and having teeth pulled. Now I am in excruciating pain but I'm not sure what hurts more.... the swollen wounds around my mouth or the passing of dear Heath.
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