RIP
Juline Yandog
PSHS-WV '98
PMA '03
Thursday, May 5, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Fine, fine time
1)Name the Things You Have Bought Today:
- I had coffee for breakfast, a chicken quesadilla for lunch, various beverages, a slice of mushroom pizza for dinner.
2)Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:
-- Water, coffee, tea, juice.
3)Last Time You Cried ?
-- Tuesday, while reading a book
4)What's In Your CD Player ?
-- I haven't been using my CD player lately. The Avenue Q soundtrack is playing on my iPod.
5)What's Under Your Bed ?
-- Piano pieces, shoes, Christmas cards for next year, my rollerblades, and I suspect a lot more.
6)Time You Wake Up Today?
-- 7:30
7)Current hair:
-- Long. I need at least 15 inches for Locks of Love.
8)Current Clothes?
-- Blue reversible striped tank, chiffon blouse with yellow tulip print, chocolate brown slacks, khaki blazer
9)Current Desktop Picture?
-- Me and Rocs at the recollection seven years ago.
10)Current Worry?
-- Tomorrow's month-end and I want to get to work by 9 am, but I have to watch Ashes of Time tonight and I'm procrastinating by blogging!
11)Current Hate?
-- One of my toes is bleeding. No sign of wound. (?)
12)Favorite Places To Be?
-- Battery Park, at a diner eating a huge breakfast on Saturday mornings, Alexander Hamilton's grave
13)Least Favorite Place?
-- subway stations at 2 am
14)If You Could Play An Instrument, what would it be?
-- I play some instruments, but I would love to learn to play the cello.
15)Favorite Color(s)?
-- green
16)How Tall Are You?
-- 5'1''
17)Current Favorite Word/s?
-- Cool, Estas seguro?, True
18)One wish that came true:
-- That my three-day class would be fun
19)Favorite Day?
-- Friday
20)Where Would You Like To Go Right Now?
-- I'd really like to go to bed
21)Where Do you want to live when you get married?
-- Probably in the suburbs
22)Favorite foods?
-- Currently, Jamaican beef patties, desserts at Serendipity
23)Color of most clothes you own:
-- white, black, green
24)Number of pillows you sleep w/?
-- 3
25)What do you wear when you go to sleep?:
-- Pajamas
26)What were you doing 12AM last night:
-- Talking to friends and eating cheesecake
27)How old will you be in 10 yrs:
-- 34. Whoa.
28)What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years?
-- Working hard
29)Do you have braces?
-- Not anymore.
30)Are you paranoid?!
-- I can be.
31)Do you burn or tan?
-- Midway between burn and tan.
32)what is the brand of your wallet?
-- Kenneth Cole
33)Your alarm clock?
-- Aiwa
34)Your phone?
-- Nokia
35.)your bag?
-- My favorite spring bag is from Gap,
36)t.v?
-- Sony
37)First real memory of something?
-- lying on a hammock with pillows on our porch in Sagay
38)First screen name?
-- Hobbes
39)First piercing/tattoo?
-- Ears.
40)First enemy?
-- Yikes, the boys who lived across the street who used to tease my sister and I because we were so much fatter than they were.
41)Last library book checked out?
-- I haven't checked out a library book in a long time. I've been rereading Jessica Zafra's Twisted books.
42)Last person you yelled at?
-- I don't usually yell.
43)Last crush?
-- This guy from my class who always tied his answers to the day's topic.
44)Last CD/song played?
-- There's a Fine, Fine Line (between love and a waste of time)
45)Last fud you ate?
-- Pizza
46)Last annoyance?
-- I couldn't find my metrocard in my mess of a bag and missed the train.
47)Last disappointment?
-- I thought I didn't articulate myself well enough in class.
48)Last thing written by hand?
-- Worksheet in class.
49)Last words spoken?
-- Good night
50)Last ice cream eaten?
-- Mango. I think I'll have some now.
1)Name the Things You Have Bought Today:
- I had coffee for breakfast, a chicken quesadilla for lunch, various beverages, a slice of mushroom pizza for dinner.
2)Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:
-- Water, coffee, tea, juice.
3)Last Time You Cried ?
-- Tuesday, while reading a book
4)What's In Your CD Player ?
-- I haven't been using my CD player lately. The Avenue Q soundtrack is playing on my iPod.
5)What's Under Your Bed ?
-- Piano pieces, shoes, Christmas cards for next year, my rollerblades, and I suspect a lot more.
6)Time You Wake Up Today?
-- 7:30
7)Current hair:
-- Long. I need at least 15 inches for Locks of Love.
8)Current Clothes?
-- Blue reversible striped tank, chiffon blouse with yellow tulip print, chocolate brown slacks, khaki blazer
9)Current Desktop Picture?
-- Me and Rocs at the recollection seven years ago.
10)Current Worry?
-- Tomorrow's month-end and I want to get to work by 9 am, but I have to watch Ashes of Time tonight and I'm procrastinating by blogging!
11)Current Hate?
-- One of my toes is bleeding. No sign of wound. (?)
12)Favorite Places To Be?
-- Battery Park, at a diner eating a huge breakfast on Saturday mornings, Alexander Hamilton's grave
13)Least Favorite Place?
-- subway stations at 2 am
14)If You Could Play An Instrument, what would it be?
-- I play some instruments, but I would love to learn to play the cello.
15)Favorite Color(s)?
-- green
16)How Tall Are You?
-- 5'1''
17)Current Favorite Word/s?
-- Cool, Estas seguro?, True
18)One wish that came true:
-- That my three-day class would be fun
19)Favorite Day?
-- Friday
20)Where Would You Like To Go Right Now?
-- I'd really like to go to bed
21)Where Do you want to live when you get married?
-- Probably in the suburbs
22)Favorite foods?
-- Currently, Jamaican beef patties, desserts at Serendipity
23)Color of most clothes you own:
-- white, black, green
24)Number of pillows you sleep w/?
-- 3
25)What do you wear when you go to sleep?:
-- Pajamas
26)What were you doing 12AM last night:
-- Talking to friends and eating cheesecake
27)How old will you be in 10 yrs:
-- 34. Whoa.
28)What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years?
-- Working hard
29)Do you have braces?
-- Not anymore.
30)Are you paranoid?!
-- I can be.
31)Do you burn or tan?
-- Midway between burn and tan.
32)what is the brand of your wallet?
-- Kenneth Cole
33)Your alarm clock?
-- Aiwa
34)Your phone?
-- Nokia
35.)your bag?
-- My favorite spring bag is from Gap,
36)t.v?
-- Sony
37)First real memory of something?
-- lying on a hammock with pillows on our porch in Sagay
38)First screen name?
-- Hobbes
39)First piercing/tattoo?
-- Ears.
40)First enemy?
-- Yikes, the boys who lived across the street who used to tease my sister and I because we were so much fatter than they were.
41)Last library book checked out?
-- I haven't checked out a library book in a long time. I've been rereading Jessica Zafra's Twisted books.
42)Last person you yelled at?
-- I don't usually yell.
43)Last crush?
-- This guy from my class who always tied his answers to the day's topic.
44)Last CD/song played?
-- There's a Fine, Fine Line (between love and a waste of time)
45)Last fud you ate?
-- Pizza
46)Last annoyance?
-- I couldn't find my metrocard in my mess of a bag and missed the train.
47)Last disappointment?
-- I thought I didn't articulate myself well enough in class.
48)Last thing written by hand?
-- Worksheet in class.
49)Last words spoken?
-- Good night
50)Last ice cream eaten?
-- Mango. I think I'll have some now.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Pulling taffy
To the person who wrote "Man, what is happening to your writing" in the comments page three times (I'm sorry easyspace and yaccs suck), I have this to say:
Dude, I don't know.
I just haven't felt like writing that much lately. Well, that's not entirely true. I've been writing constantly in my journal, mostly detailed accounts of my day - with mundane facts like what size caramel macchiato I had or what the cute Asian guy said to me in the elevator. Basically, my journal looks like it did ten years ago.
My short bout with angsty depression is over. Nothing that a little shopping trip can't cure. There's a new Daffy's in the Financial District and I found not one, not two, but three cute little dresses that I just might not return.
I've always found it easy to recover. In senior year high school I failed a Physics exam and felt that surely, the world was going to end. I locked myself in the girls' bathroom with a compass, not entirely sure what I was planning to do. I mean, I wasn't going to stab myself with it; it was rusty. So I sat on the floor for about half an hour and cried, then I went to the cafeteria and had a chocolate bar, and I was okay. Deep down, we're all drama queens.
That's not to say that what I, or anybody else for that matter, was depressed about was insignificant. It's good to wallow, and at that moment what one feels is genuine and may even be necessary. But life goes on bra.
This week-end, I went to a cousin's cousin's fourteenth birthday. Three years ago, we took JR to see Lord of the Rings. We were late for the screening and didn't have time to get dinner, so we got 11-year-old JR M&M's from the vending machine to tide him over. It turns out he was allergic to peanuts. Now, he is taller and can take care of himself, thank you. At the party, I teased him mercilessly until he finally asked me to dance. I feel like a proud mom.
Tomorrow, I am going to a management training class, probably with a bunch of AVPs and ATs. I'll probably be the youngest in the class, or the only one without a title. There'll be play-acting and case study discussions and lots of group work. Eww. Maybe I won't even make it to the class. I'm terrified I'll come in two minutes late and the door will be locked and I'd have to knock, or maybe I'll take the wrong train or go to the wrong building.
Obla-di, obla-da.
To the person who wrote "Man, what is happening to your writing" in the comments page three times (I'm sorry easyspace and yaccs suck), I have this to say:
Dude, I don't know.
I just haven't felt like writing that much lately. Well, that's not entirely true. I've been writing constantly in my journal, mostly detailed accounts of my day - with mundane facts like what size caramel macchiato I had or what the cute Asian guy said to me in the elevator. Basically, my journal looks like it did ten years ago.
My short bout with angsty depression is over. Nothing that a little shopping trip can't cure. There's a new Daffy's in the Financial District and I found not one, not two, but three cute little dresses that I just might not return.
I've always found it easy to recover. In senior year high school I failed a Physics exam and felt that surely, the world was going to end. I locked myself in the girls' bathroom with a compass, not entirely sure what I was planning to do. I mean, I wasn't going to stab myself with it; it was rusty. So I sat on the floor for about half an hour and cried, then I went to the cafeteria and had a chocolate bar, and I was okay. Deep down, we're all drama queens.
That's not to say that what I, or anybody else for that matter, was depressed about was insignificant. It's good to wallow, and at that moment what one feels is genuine and may even be necessary. But life goes on bra.
This week-end, I went to a cousin's cousin's fourteenth birthday. Three years ago, we took JR to see Lord of the Rings. We were late for the screening and didn't have time to get dinner, so we got 11-year-old JR M&M's from the vending machine to tide him over. It turns out he was allergic to peanuts. Now, he is taller and can take care of himself, thank you. At the party, I teased him mercilessly until he finally asked me to dance. I feel like a proud mom.
Tomorrow, I am going to a management training class, probably with a bunch of AVPs and ATs. I'll probably be the youngest in the class, or the only one without a title. There'll be play-acting and case study discussions and lots of group work. Eww. Maybe I won't even make it to the class. I'm terrified I'll come in two minutes late and the door will be locked and I'd have to knock, or maybe I'll take the wrong train or go to the wrong building.
Obla-di, obla-da.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
How to be dead
It's not that I've lost interest. It's just that I haven't felt like writing lately. True, one reason may be that I have things going on that are keeping me away from my keyboard. But then again, maybe I've just found other equally time-consuming diversionary tactics. I've seen tons of movies this week. I'm finally beginning to reach my optimum netflix turnover. I've played every cheesy pop song from the 90's on the piano. I spent two nights going through every guitar tab I've saved on my computer. More often than not I find myself having to force myself to face the issues. I think the only reason I'm blogging right now is that I'm supposed to be looking at schools. And so here I am, taking quizzes like my life depended on it, rather than focusing on the things that my life actually depends on. I will forever be a procrastrinator.
At least I've found out things about myself. That frees up my soul-searching week-ends for laundry and other practical diversions. This is what I've found out so far:
1. I am Pulp Fiction's Jimmy. You're just a regular everyday kinda guy, stuck in a movie about drugs. What are you doing here? You're uptight and worry too much, but have good motives. You are generous and hospitable.
2. You're Mother Night by Kurt Vonnegut. Nobody knows what to believe about you, and you know least of all. You spent most of your time convinced that the ends justify the means, but your means were, well, downright mean! And the end is nigh. Meanwhile all you want is to travel back in time, if not to change, then to just delight in the way it used to be. You are who you pretend to be. Oh yes, you're the great pretender.
3. You're Libya! It seems that these days, you just say things to get attention. Shock value is the really important thing for you now. You used to have
a cause, and this made you seem like a threat to the established order, but now you
just want to say wacky stuff once in a while. Air travel doesn't really mesh
with your lifestyle, and you'd probably scare the security guards somehow
anyway.
4. My inner child is sixteen years old today. Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while adults might just accept that, I know something's gotta change. And it's gonna change, just as soon as I become an adult and get some power of my own.
5. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot. God, you're indecisive. You're not that great, but you don't know if you want to accept that. You appreciate beauty and observe things others may not, but you're also hopelessly impaled on your own foolish romanticism. Go you.
6. You Should Date A Swede! You're a romantic, albeit an understated and practical one. It's more about a steady partnership for you, not unrestrained falling. Your Swede will give you the unwavering love you crave while making up some mean pancakes and meatballs on the side!
7. You Are Big Black Boots! You can be best described as: attitude. You've got lots of it - and you love to give it. A guy has to be pretty gusty to hit on you. But if he's your type, you'll warm up... a little.
8. You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Shy. When a guy gets to know you, he finds a great catch. Problem is... you're too shy for most guys to get to know.
From meeting someone to dating, you usually have your guard up. And while you're just holding back, it makes you seem like you've got something to hide.
9. You're like the nucleus of the cell! You know everything because you contain all of the cell's information for building proteins in the form of DNA. Isn't that cool?
10. You're a Speak & Spell!! You nerd, you. Just because you were disguised as a toy doesn't mean you weren't educational, you sneaky bastard.
11. You are a GRAMMAR GOD! If your mission in life is not already to preserve the English tongue, it should be. Congratulations and thank you!
12. You're ASSHOLE.
13. Weapons are not your thing. You would prefer to pummel your opponent to death with your fists and feet. You show a lot of Honor but some power still eludes you. I can give you this power, I can make you stronger, join me.
14. You are a packet of soy sauce. No, not a bottle, and not real soy sauce, but that flavored colored, salt water they call soy sauce. You're not giving life your all, are you? Somethings holding you back. Somethings keeping you form truly being happy. You've been diluted. Not the true you. Find what's distilled you, and be real soy sauce one day.
15. Your Lip Gloss Flavor Is: Cotton Candy. You're a total girly girl who's every guy is sweet on. You take pleasure in the simple things in life, from cute t-shirts to stuffed animals. Any guy needs to match your romantic idealism to win your heart, which is why few have. No wonder Cotton Candy is your signature flavor. It's delicious, sugary, and fun - like you!
16. You Are 60% Left Brained, 40% Right Brained. The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.
17. Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% Male. Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female. You are both sensitive and savvy. Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed. But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve.
So there. That should save me about a year's worth of therapy. Some are so accurate, it's scary. Some are vague. Some are useful (finally, a clue as to what my mission in life is). Some remind me of high school. And ah yes, some light is shed on how I should vanquish my foes. Some are downright untrue (Hello, number 15).
Meanwhile, I shall go and be real soy sauce.
Tons of quizzes at blogthings.com, yournewromance.com, quizdiva.net.
It's not that I've lost interest. It's just that I haven't felt like writing lately. True, one reason may be that I have things going on that are keeping me away from my keyboard. But then again, maybe I've just found other equally time-consuming diversionary tactics. I've seen tons of movies this week. I'm finally beginning to reach my optimum netflix turnover. I've played every cheesy pop song from the 90's on the piano. I spent two nights going through every guitar tab I've saved on my computer. More often than not I find myself having to force myself to face the issues. I think the only reason I'm blogging right now is that I'm supposed to be looking at schools. And so here I am, taking quizzes like my life depended on it, rather than focusing on the things that my life actually depends on. I will forever be a procrastrinator.
At least I've found out things about myself. That frees up my soul-searching week-ends for laundry and other practical diversions. This is what I've found out so far:
1. I am Pulp Fiction's Jimmy. You're just a regular everyday kinda guy, stuck in a movie about drugs. What are you doing here? You're uptight and worry too much, but have good motives. You are generous and hospitable.
2. You're Mother Night by Kurt Vonnegut. Nobody knows what to believe about you, and you know least of all. You spent most of your time convinced that the ends justify the means, but your means were, well, downright mean! And the end is nigh. Meanwhile all you want is to travel back in time, if not to change, then to just delight in the way it used to be. You are who you pretend to be. Oh yes, you're the great pretender.
3. You're Libya! It seems that these days, you just say things to get attention. Shock value is the really important thing for you now. You used to have
a cause, and this made you seem like a threat to the established order, but now you
just want to say wacky stuff once in a while. Air travel doesn't really mesh
with your lifestyle, and you'd probably scare the security guards somehow
anyway.
4. My inner child is sixteen years old today. Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while adults might just accept that, I know something's gotta change. And it's gonna change, just as soon as I become an adult and get some power of my own.
5. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot. God, you're indecisive. You're not that great, but you don't know if you want to accept that. You appreciate beauty and observe things others may not, but you're also hopelessly impaled on your own foolish romanticism. Go you.
6. You Should Date A Swede! You're a romantic, albeit an understated and practical one. It's more about a steady partnership for you, not unrestrained falling. Your Swede will give you the unwavering love you crave while making up some mean pancakes and meatballs on the side!
7. You Are Big Black Boots! You can be best described as: attitude. You've got lots of it - and you love to give it. A guy has to be pretty gusty to hit on you. But if he's your type, you'll warm up... a little.
8. You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Shy. When a guy gets to know you, he finds a great catch. Problem is... you're too shy for most guys to get to know.
From meeting someone to dating, you usually have your guard up. And while you're just holding back, it makes you seem like you've got something to hide.
9. You're like the nucleus of the cell! You know everything because you contain all of the cell's information for building proteins in the form of DNA. Isn't that cool?
10. You're a Speak & Spell!! You nerd, you. Just because you were disguised as a toy doesn't mean you weren't educational, you sneaky bastard.
11. You are a GRAMMAR GOD! If your mission in life is not already to preserve the English tongue, it should be. Congratulations and thank you!
12. You're ASSHOLE.
13. Weapons are not your thing. You would prefer to pummel your opponent to death with your fists and feet. You show a lot of Honor but some power still eludes you. I can give you this power, I can make you stronger, join me.
14. You are a packet of soy sauce. No, not a bottle, and not real soy sauce, but that flavored colored, salt water they call soy sauce. You're not giving life your all, are you? Somethings holding you back. Somethings keeping you form truly being happy. You've been diluted. Not the true you. Find what's distilled you, and be real soy sauce one day.
15. Your Lip Gloss Flavor Is: Cotton Candy. You're a total girly girl who's every guy is sweet on. You take pleasure in the simple things in life, from cute t-shirts to stuffed animals. Any guy needs to match your romantic idealism to win your heart, which is why few have. No wonder Cotton Candy is your signature flavor. It's delicious, sugary, and fun - like you!
16. You Are 60% Left Brained, 40% Right Brained. The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.
17. Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% Male. Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female. You are both sensitive and savvy. Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed. But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve.
So there. That should save me about a year's worth of therapy. Some are so accurate, it's scary. Some are vague. Some are useful (finally, a clue as to what my mission in life is). Some remind me of high school. And ah yes, some light is shed on how I should vanquish my foes. Some are downright untrue (Hello, number 15).
Meanwhile, I shall go and be real soy sauce.
Tons of quizzes at blogthings.com, yournewromance.com, quizdiva.net.
Friday, February 18, 2005
How can you mend a broken heart?
I love how Al Green sounds so desperately forlorn in this song, how his syllables are long and drawn out with vibrato, like he's in real pain.
Sometimes it's good to wallow in the depths of sadness. If you're feeling depressed, go ahead and watch a tearjerker while clutching a pint of Ben & Jerry's, and then listen to the The Virgin Suicides soundtrack.
All together now: ... Aaaannnd... How can you mend a broken hhhheeart? How can you stop the rain - ... from falling?
** I found this forgotten draft that I wrote a month ago.
I love how Al Green sounds so desperately forlorn in this song, how his syllables are long and drawn out with vibrato, like he's in real pain.
Sometimes it's good to wallow in the depths of sadness. If you're feeling depressed, go ahead and watch a tearjerker while clutching a pint of Ben & Jerry's, and then listen to the The Virgin Suicides soundtrack.
All together now: ... Aaaannnd... How can you mend a broken hhhheeart? How can you stop the rain - ... from falling?
** I found this forgotten draft that I wrote a month ago.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Hello 2005
As always, when I'm feeling particularly tired or jaded, I turn to Banana Yoshimoto. In this way, I've read Kitchen, maybe, nine times. Always I find something so wise and true that I feel infinitely better afterwards.
This time it was, "Being an adult means learning to live with ugly ambiguities," or something to that effect.
Inspite of ugly ambiguities one had to learn to live with in 2004, one still manages to find little moments - little surges of happiness - in everyday things.
Like when I'm on the train and that line on Belle & Sebastian's Lord Anthony: "You may as well take it in the guts, it can't get worse...Just take it in the guts, it can't get worse than this...," plays on my iPod at just the right moment.
Just today, standing in line at Dunkin' Donuts for my morning coffee, a little boy came up to me and stuck a sticker on my jacket, giving my chest two vigorous pats to make sure the sticker covered up the Nautica logo. It was a picture of a drop of blood and it said, "I HAD A BLOOD TEST TODAY." I said thanks. Later, he came up to me again and said, "I went to the doctor today and I feel a little better." That made my week-end, at least.
And right now it's snowing without showing any signs of stopping. The weather report says 12-18 inches and possibly, 6-foot drifts. Hello 2005.
As always, when I'm feeling particularly tired or jaded, I turn to Banana Yoshimoto. In this way, I've read Kitchen, maybe, nine times. Always I find something so wise and true that I feel infinitely better afterwards.
This time it was, "Being an adult means learning to live with ugly ambiguities," or something to that effect.
Inspite of ugly ambiguities one had to learn to live with in 2004, one still manages to find little moments - little surges of happiness - in everyday things.
Like when I'm on the train and that line on Belle & Sebastian's Lord Anthony: "You may as well take it in the guts, it can't get worse...Just take it in the guts, it can't get worse than this...," plays on my iPod at just the right moment.
Just today, standing in line at Dunkin' Donuts for my morning coffee, a little boy came up to me and stuck a sticker on my jacket, giving my chest two vigorous pats to make sure the sticker covered up the Nautica logo. It was a picture of a drop of blood and it said, "I HAD A BLOOD TEST TODAY." I said thanks. Later, he came up to me again and said, "I went to the doctor today and I feel a little better." That made my week-end, at least.
And right now it's snowing without showing any signs of stopping. The weather report says 12-18 inches and possibly, 6-foot drifts. Hello 2005.
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