it's morning

usually i'm ok in the mornings at work. but today, man i'm tired. i got pretty good sleep. well, with that i mean enough hours. but it feels as if i was only half sleeping the whole night because of odd dreams i was having. you know, one of those dreams that feels that it is really happening, and your mind seems to be alert and it's really only your body that's asleep. donno. i woke up a little bit later, but i still managed to get to work on time. now i'm at work... a friday, the day before the weekend festivities for the upcoming new year. why did they even open school. i mean, clackamas and pcc was closed this whole week. and we at portland state, i guess we like to work hard, even during holiday breaks and such. a couple of students still drop by. i'm thinking, "go home, chill, and enjoy your break." they wanna meet with professor so and so to discuss grades. dude, they're also hiding from you. i probably said, "the best way to contact them during the break is through email" about a thousand times over the break. probably half of the professors are out of the country. some show up for a little bit, then they just kinda vanish or hide... either in the labs or under their desk. you see signs posted on their doors: "meetings about fall 2006 grades to be scheduled the first week of winter term". haha.

 

i'm hoping they'll let me out early just like they've been doing this week. yesterday was sort of busy. next week will probably be back to normal as professors are coming back, and it being the last week of winter break, students are probably gonna be dropping in more to check on their status in their graduation application processes, trying to get in classes that the online registration system won't let them enroll to [even though they have all their prereqs - and that's annoying because that has happen to me many times as well], and just... more people here next week. it's kinda nice having just a few of us. it's nice and quiet. i smell the scent of the lysol disinfecting wipes because i cleaned up my desk area. it's now fresh and clean.

aaaahhhhhhh!!!

die itunes die!!! i love my ipod but itunes needs to be murdered. curses! curses!

i'm asian dayngit

for those filipinos who keep claiming to be "pacific islander" on myspace and other sites... you're clearly confused. if your justification is that the philippines is an island in the pacific ocean [thus the title pacific islander], then japanese people are therefore pacific islanders as well. but do we hear them declaring themselves as pacific islanders? nope, didn't think so. read the snippet of a wikipedia article below. we don't want to "provoke dismay" among the true pacific islanders.

Inhabitants of the Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, Filipino, and Indonesian islands, although technically bordering the Pacific Ocean, are not considered Pacific Islanders because such islands are not located in any of the three regions of Oceania, and are therefore classified as " Asians" on the U.S. Census. However, a growing number of Filipino-Americans have denied the classification of being "Asian", instead claiming to be "Pacific Islanders", which has provoked dismay among some Pacific Islanders who actually belong to the Oceanic cultures comprising the commonly accepted definition of the term, and has also provoked feelings of cultural denial by Filipino-Americans who identify themselves as being of Asian descent, as the Filipino government has stated since its foundation that the Philippines is a part of Asia.

 

It should be noted however that both groups are closely related ethnically and can be grouped together under one umbrella term, the Austronesians.

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pacific_Islander

see, told you! ang kulit kasi eh!

apparently i could

yay!

 

neways... i found this doing research on Søren Aabye Kierkegaard

 

 

Thou sovereign of my heart treasured in the deepest fastness of my chest, in the fullness of my thought, there ... unknown divinity! Oh, can I really believe the poet's tales, that when one first sees the object of one's love, one imagines one has seen her long ago, that all love like all knowledge is remembrance, that love too has its prophecies in the individual. ... it seems to me that I should have to possess the beauty of all girls in order to draw out a beauty equal to yours; that I should have to circumnavigate the world in order to find the place I lack and which the deepest mystery of my whole being points towards, and at the next moment you are so near to me, filling my spirit so powerfully that I am transfigured for myself, and feel that it's good to be here.

—Søren Kierkegaard, Journals

can i email my post

i wonder if i could... hmmm...

waiting

i sit on the sidelines
chin on my palms
elbows on my knees
i stare
i observe
i wish
i wait
i look over at the coach
he looks back
without words
but his gaze told me
"your turn will come"
sweat trinkles down my temple
i exhale
and inhale
a fresh breath of patience