I seriously have never experienced this feeling before. My heart has never JUMPED before, and last night, it jumped three consecutive times. I normally have no problem describing my feelings, but this is totally foreign, something completely new to me. I kept feeling my heart, and to my surprise, it wasn't beating that furiously. How did my heart manage to jump without increasing heart rate? Okay I'm sounding more and more nerdy now, so I'm just going to leave it at this:
REFER TO AIM LOG WITH PIPSKEAK831 @ 2:15AM ON JUNE 19, 2008
That's all.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Thoughts on Loris's Debut
LETTER #1
Dear Loris Tapacio Saprid,
Your debut was seriously my first one, and I absolutely enjoyed it. I know my parents kept me from attending a lot of the practices, but all in all, I was really honored to have been in your court. Thank you so much for putting up with me, and even though I was absent a lot, I hope you could see that when I WAS there, I put in so much effort into the two dances, because when I dance, I really pour my soul into it. Thank you for the awesome choreography (I just might remember the dance steps for the rest of my life), and for matching me with a wonderful dance partner in Jainah. Loris, I am so glad that our debut worked out so well, that you were the happiest girl on Earth. I can only wish that if you ever have a girl, she will come even close to having as spectacular debut as you had yesterday. Thank you for everything. :]
Always,
Kevin Nguyen
LETTER #2
Dear Jainah Lianne Gorospe,
I don't think I've ever had a better dancing partner, in terms of both ability and personality. You also have this unique ability to make others better, because when I dance with you, I seem to dance with more emotion than normal. Thank you for all the times you've put up with me and my absences, all the times you've made me smile and laugh, and all the times you graciously offered to give me a ride when my parents wouldn't. I'm sorry you had to be the messenger multiple times, and I feel bad about that. But at the same time, I hope you could see that when I DID get to dance with you, I did it with such passion and effort, rather than dancing like a moving statue. I am so glad I got to know you, Jainah, and I'll definitely see you soon (at that POOL PARTY you'd better be having). :]
Always,
Kevin Nguyen
Dear Loris Tapacio Saprid,
Your debut was seriously my first one, and I absolutely enjoyed it. I know my parents kept me from attending a lot of the practices, but all in all, I was really honored to have been in your court. Thank you so much for putting up with me, and even though I was absent a lot, I hope you could see that when I WAS there, I put in so much effort into the two dances, because when I dance, I really pour my soul into it. Thank you for the awesome choreography (I just might remember the dance steps for the rest of my life), and for matching me with a wonderful dance partner in Jainah. Loris, I am so glad that our debut worked out so well, that you were the happiest girl on Earth. I can only wish that if you ever have a girl, she will come even close to having as spectacular debut as you had yesterday. Thank you for everything. :]
Always,
Kevin Nguyen
LETTER #2
Dear Jainah Lianne Gorospe,
I don't think I've ever had a better dancing partner, in terms of both ability and personality. You also have this unique ability to make others better, because when I dance with you, I seem to dance with more emotion than normal. Thank you for all the times you've put up with me and my absences, all the times you've made me smile and laugh, and all the times you graciously offered to give me a ride when my parents wouldn't. I'm sorry you had to be the messenger multiple times, and I feel bad about that. But at the same time, I hope you could see that when I DID get to dance with you, I did it with such passion and effort, rather than dancing like a moving statue. I am so glad I got to know you, Jainah, and I'll definitely see you soon (at that POOL PARTY you'd better be having). :]
Always,
Kevin Nguyen
Mannnn I Love Blogging
Today, the comic strip Frazz made a really good point, one of those minor details that we don't often stop to think about.
Caulfield: Don't you get it? You're driving along and a truck makes you mad. The trailer says, "How's My Driving? Call 1-800-SOMETHING.
Frazz: Right.
Caulfield: Unless you've got a memory like Stephen Hawking...then you have to write it down, or you grab your phone and dial. Suddenly YOU'RE the distracted road hazard!
Daayum, Caulfield.
Caulfield: Don't you get it? You're driving along and a truck makes you mad. The trailer says, "How's My Driving? Call 1-800-SOMETHING.
Frazz: Right.
Caulfield: Unless you've got a memory like Stephen Hawking...then you have to write it down, or you grab your phone and dial. Suddenly YOU'RE the distracted road hazard!
Daayum, Caulfield.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Talk About Weird
Work just keeps getting more and more interesting. Today, I met this kid who looks, talks, walks, and acts just like Tommy from the Rugrats. It was so un-freaking-believable.
I think I'm going to like working at CEC.
I think I'm going to like working at CEC.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Kids these days...
At work today, this 2nd grader was like, "Mr. Kevin, can you take off my sweater? ALLL the buttons...because i'm sooo HAWT."
I never knew a 7-year-old girl could sound so seductive. That's disgusting.
I never knew a 7-year-old girl could sound so seductive. That's disgusting.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
USC Orientation
I am way too tired to recount everything that happened at orientation, but basically, here's a couple thoughts:
-The USC marching band can play "Brooklyn." That's effing cool. Side note: I also heard "Sell Out" play through the stereo while I was in the bathroom.
-Person 1: At USC, I'm gonna do so many things! I'm gonna join student government, play intramural sports, join a gazillion clubs..."
Person 2: Whoa whoa whoa! You're going in way too fast, way too deep! ...That's what she said!
Person 3 (gay): Dude, let's not be inclusive. It's "that's what she/HE said."
-Student: I heard this lecture takes a really long time?
Hot Orientation Advisor: Yeah, seriously! I remember, it was soooooooooo long."
Student: That's what...she said?
*Awkward silence*
-Culture shock with the white boys. I stayed in a suite at Parkside Arts & Humanities. My roommate and suitemates were mostly huge buff white guys. At night, a suitemate came in and said, "Dudes, you wanna hang out?" I was just about say yes when my roommate replied, "Sure, what do you have?" Suitemate continues with a long list of alcohol. They ask if I want to join. I say," Nah, I'm good." At least they were nice about it; they didn't try to pressure me or anything. Then, while I was starting to sleep, the white guys started getting loud in the next room. My roommate came over and closed the door so I could get some sleep. 5 minutes later, he came back again to get some shuteye as well. *Aww moment*
I discovered that I'm really bad at memorizing names off the bat. I must've met at least 50 people during orientation, but I don't remember most of their names anymore. There's this one girl who I still remember, mainly because her name's Whitney. She's pretty cool. She's been playing the flute for 8 years, plays in several youth orchestras, and is a Flute Performance major at USC next year. Which means she must be freaking good, although she insists she rarely practices. But anyways, I love it when I meet people with whom I share a common background. It just makes conversations so much easier to start.
That's all I can remember at the moment. I'll probably update this if anything else comes up (that's what she said...just for you Eric).
*UPDATE* There is a Vincent Chen in the USC c/o 2012. As well as an Allen Chen. And a Katherine Julius (which I mistook to be Katherine Junus at first).
-The USC marching band can play "Brooklyn." That's effing cool. Side note: I also heard "Sell Out" play through the stereo while I was in the bathroom.
-Person 1: At USC, I'm gonna do so many things! I'm gonna join student government, play intramural sports, join a gazillion clubs..."
Person 2: Whoa whoa whoa! You're going in way too fast, way too deep! ...That's what she said!
Person 3 (gay): Dude, let's not be inclusive. It's "that's what she/HE said."
-Student: I heard this lecture takes a really long time?
Hot Orientation Advisor: Yeah, seriously! I remember, it was soooooooooo long."
Student: That's what...she said?
*Awkward silence*
-Culture shock with the white boys. I stayed in a suite at Parkside Arts & Humanities. My roommate and suitemates were mostly huge buff white guys. At night, a suitemate came in and said, "Dudes, you wanna hang out?" I was just about say yes when my roommate replied, "Sure, what do you have?" Suitemate continues with a long list of alcohol. They ask if I want to join. I say," Nah, I'm good." At least they were nice about it; they didn't try to pressure me or anything. Then, while I was starting to sleep, the white guys started getting loud in the next room. My roommate came over and closed the door so I could get some sleep. 5 minutes later, he came back again to get some shuteye as well. *Aww moment*
I discovered that I'm really bad at memorizing names off the bat. I must've met at least 50 people during orientation, but I don't remember most of their names anymore. There's this one girl who I still remember, mainly because her name's Whitney. She's pretty cool. She's been playing the flute for 8 years, plays in several youth orchestras, and is a Flute Performance major at USC next year. Which means she must be freaking good, although she insists she rarely practices. But anyways, I love it when I meet people with whom I share a common background. It just makes conversations so much easier to start.
That's all I can remember at the moment. I'll probably update this if anything else comes up (that's what she said...just for you Eric).
*UPDATE* There is a Vincent Chen in the USC c/o 2012. As well as an Allen Chen. And a Katherine Julius (which I mistook to be Katherine Junus at first).
Monday, June 23, 2008
So Old!
I started my job today at Cerritos Education Center. It's this learning enrichment place for parents who want their kids to get into Whitney. Meanwhile, I am living proof that an academy isn't necessary...hehe.
So during work, this 7-year-old girl named Toni asked me, "How old are you?" I replied, "Guess."
Her response: "Hmm, you look like you're 21 years old."
That totally made my day.
So during work, this 7-year-old girl named Toni asked me, "How old are you?" I replied, "Guess."
Her response: "Hmm, you look like you're 21 years old."
That totally made my day.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Senior Sunset
So I learned two things from Senior Sunset yesterday.
1. It feels really good to watch an entire AP Bio book burn.
2. Watching drunk people make fools out of themselves is really funny.
1. It feels really good to watch an entire AP Bio book burn.
2. Watching drunk people make fools out of themselves is really funny.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Finally Over
And so today (err, yesterday, since it's past midnight) concludes a significant chapter in my life. Until today, I had never realized what a big deal graduation could be. When I watched the ceremony last year (from the back...grr, no ticket), it looked like just another assembly, with an endless line of emotionless students shuffling through the stage to pick up a worthless piece of paper.
But today, it became clear. Graduation was a wonderful experience, and sent multiple chills down my spine. The performance by Eric and Carissa was truly breathtaking, and nearly made me cry. I'm not one to easily shed tears, but today was seriously something I had never experienced before. Today, I learned to let go. Because true strength is measured not by holding on, but by letting go.
The valedictorian speeches may be the only speech I ever listen to that causes me to be so alert as I was today. Thanks for that wonderful trip down memory lane, valedictorians. It was awesome being able to relate to all these memories, while everyone else around us had no idea what was being said. I LOVE YOU CLASS OF 2008. HOWWWWL WOLVES.
The fireworks display was simply amazing. Who cares that it didn't come close to equaling the pompousness of the CHS fireworks that was audible even from my house? Who cares that Coldplay's Viva La Vida didn't appear even once in the background? (I still think that song should've been played) It was the sentiment, the memories, everything we've been through these past 6 (or for some, 4) years together. The fireworks was simply a symbol that magnified all of this.
I went to In-N-Out afterwards with Alejanzz, David, Gary, Justin Sy, Richard, and Alan Kim (because everyone else freaking left by the time I was done taking pictures). I ate a 3x3 as well as animal style fries for the first time ever. It was, honestly, a great experience!
Tomorrow, I shall wake up as a Whitneyite no longer. I will not be a member of the Almighty Class of 2008 Wolves, but rather the USC Trojans Class of 2012. The people I have grown to love and cherish can no longer be considered by classmates, but they are still my friends. And they always will be.
As I open my world for boundless exploration, I leave my fellow seniors my undying pride to be a wolf. The small size of our class has produced an unparalleled sense of unity, which I could especially feel during that final ID practice (see entry from May 25, 2008). I love all of you. Thanks for all the memories. Thanks for being the greatest class that this school has ever seen. OH WHAAAT? OH EIGHT!
Final notes:
Ong ("grandpa" in Viet), thanks for being there. I know you've wanted to see my graduation for the longest time, and here we are. I'm glad you were able to see me begin this transition from high school student to college student.
Eric, thanks for the final (for now) hugs. They meant so much to me, and never before have I felt so close to you.
Regina, thanks for being so proud of me. Technically, this ceremony wasn't that big of a deal. I mean, yes, it's so sentimental, but all I had to do to get here was to last 6 years at this school. Yet, the happiness I saw in your eyes was just indescribable. To be continued in your yearbook.
Oh, one more. Justin T, I may never see you with a camera in hand again. Ever again. ATTENTION, HE'S CREATING A BLOG RIGHT NOW.
But today, it became clear. Graduation was a wonderful experience, and sent multiple chills down my spine. The performance by Eric and Carissa was truly breathtaking, and nearly made me cry. I'm not one to easily shed tears, but today was seriously something I had never experienced before. Today, I learned to let go. Because true strength is measured not by holding on, but by letting go.
The valedictorian speeches may be the only speech I ever listen to that causes me to be so alert as I was today. Thanks for that wonderful trip down memory lane, valedictorians. It was awesome being able to relate to all these memories, while everyone else around us had no idea what was being said. I LOVE YOU CLASS OF 2008. HOWWWWL WOLVES.
The fireworks display was simply amazing. Who cares that it didn't come close to equaling the pompousness of the CHS fireworks that was audible even from my house? Who cares that Coldplay's Viva La Vida didn't appear even once in the background? (I still think that song should've been played) It was the sentiment, the memories, everything we've been through these past 6 (or for some, 4) years together. The fireworks was simply a symbol that magnified all of this.
I went to In-N-Out afterwards with Alejanzz, David, Gary, Justin Sy, Richard, and Alan Kim (because everyone else freaking left by the time I was done taking pictures). I ate a 3x3 as well as animal style fries for the first time ever. It was, honestly, a great experience!
Tomorrow, I shall wake up as a Whitneyite no longer. I will not be a member of the Almighty Class of 2008 Wolves, but rather the USC Trojans Class of 2012. The people I have grown to love and cherish can no longer be considered by classmates, but they are still my friends. And they always will be.
As I open my world for boundless exploration, I leave my fellow seniors my undying pride to be a wolf. The small size of our class has produced an unparalleled sense of unity, which I could especially feel during that final ID practice (see entry from May 25, 2008). I love all of you. Thanks for all the memories. Thanks for being the greatest class that this school has ever seen. OH WHAAAT? OH EIGHT!
Final notes:
Ong ("grandpa" in Viet), thanks for being there. I know you've wanted to see my graduation for the longest time, and here we are. I'm glad you were able to see me begin this transition from high school student to college student.
Eric, thanks for the final (for now) hugs. They meant so much to me, and never before have I felt so close to you.
Regina, thanks for being so proud of me. Technically, this ceremony wasn't that big of a deal. I mean, yes, it's so sentimental, but all I had to do to get here was to last 6 years at this school. Yet, the happiness I saw in your eyes was just indescribable. To be continued in your yearbook.
Oh, one more. Justin T, I may never see you with a camera in hand again. Ever again. ATTENTION, HE'S CREATING A BLOG RIGHT NOW.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Pre-Graduation Thoughts
September 5, 2002: I enter the cardboard box known as Whitney High School. I am a scrawny, 4'10'', glasses-sporting scrub, and most of my friends are at Carmenita, the "cooler" school. As I walk down the halls, only one thought comes to mind:
The senior girls are pretty hot.
Okay, just kidding. That was only a small part of it. But anyways, to continue...constant bottom-locker trouble, Hutch food that could actually be considered "awesome," 7 whole classes to worry about...such were the highlights of this day.
And here we are. June 17, 2008. 6 years later. C/O 2008, our time has come. I am honestly not ready for this. Yes, I can say to everyone, "Why would you be sad? Graduation is EXCITING! Time to move on and leave this hellhole of a town that has nothing to do!" But deep down, I realize that at the same time, I'm leaving behind fantastic memories as well as wonderful underclassmen whom I've had the pleasure of getting to know these past few years. Yet, I do want to move on, and I'm sure that college life is surely going to rock.
Am I truly ready? The test begins in about 18 hours. *shudders*
More contemplation to come after the ceremony.
The senior girls are pretty hot.
Okay, just kidding. That was only a small part of it. But anyways, to continue...constant bottom-locker trouble, Hutch food that could actually be considered "awesome," 7 whole classes to worry about...such were the highlights of this day.
And here we are. June 17, 2008. 6 years later. C/O 2008, our time has come. I am honestly not ready for this. Yes, I can say to everyone, "Why would you be sad? Graduation is EXCITING! Time to move on and leave this hellhole of a town that has nothing to do!" But deep down, I realize that at the same time, I'm leaving behind fantastic memories as well as wonderful underclassmen whom I've had the pleasure of getting to know these past few years. Yet, I do want to move on, and I'm sure that college life is surely going to rock.
Am I truly ready? The test begins in about 18 hours. *shudders*
More contemplation to come after the ceremony.
GahhDANGIT
So I realized that I had forgotten to update my blog with such events as Grad Nite and the last Aloha (aka the last high school dance) ever. Well, I think I took enough pictures to tell the story, but I suppose I'll nonetheless jot down some phrases here. I don't really want to go into spend too much time on this post because I'm way too anxious to get on to the pre-graduation post. Sigh...
Grad Nite: No one in sight making out or having sex! Booo. All those stories were fake, at least in my eyes. Power 106 dance floor -> wheelbarrow dance; threesome dancing.
Aloha: I've never danced like THAT before! Thanks for that new experience. You know who you are.
Okay enough time spent on this post! Onward to the pre-graduation thoughts!
Grad Nite: No one in sight making out or having sex! Booo. All those stories were fake, at least in my eyes. Power 106 dance floor -> wheelbarrow dance; threesome dancing.
Aloha: I've never danced like THAT before! Thanks for that new experience. You know who you are.
Okay enough time spent on this post! Onward to the pre-graduation thoughts!
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