die itunes die!!! i love my ipod but itunes needs to be murdered. curses! curses!
- Desiree Mijares
- portland metro, or, United States
- i wish an orchestra & someone with a boombox would follow me around so that my life would continuously be accompanied by a soundtrack.
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.
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
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
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