Monday, March 26, 2007
Ultimate hippy UCB
03/16/07BERKELEY A large group of nude people will pose among the threatened oaks at the University of California, Berkeley, on Saturday in the name of art.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Human
I have a hurtful scrape on my knee. I have a cut on my palm. I've felt rejection. I've never felt so human in my life.
College Admissions
College admissions are... BULLSHIT!
Rejected: ucd, ucsd, and Boston University..
"regret that we cannot offer you admission" "I regret to inform you" Yeah damn fucking right youre gonna regret not admitting ME to your college. With these rejection letters, they can only make me stronger. I know i'm going to college, not these but I am going somewhere (so far UCSC, Emmanuel College in Boston.. waiting for uci, ucb, ucla). Rejections give me more motivation to be somebody to whereever i'm going. I'm going to have the freedom and opportunities to make a name for myself in society. Not quite sure on what i'm going to do.. but with my determination, intelligence and charisma.. i'm going to succeed in life. I will be able to kick life in the ass after it has done to me several times. Courtny Hom's mom made an inspiring comment to me yesterday, "Ya know. There are certain people you can just look at and know they're going to succeed in life and you're one of those people." I don't have a 4.2 GPA, score over 2000 on the SATs, pass with 5s on my AP exams, burn myself out with extracurriculars, but if you identify yourself with your high school transcript.. then you need to go do something with your life to discover who you really are. I am beyond my high school transcript. Maybe that's why we take these rejection letters so personally, because we feel that we have to identify ourselves with our high school transcript so it feels as if the colleges are rejecting WHO YOU ARE. As I have discovered, you shouldnt look at it that way. I think i'm going to end this blog here.. i'll continue after I find out from the last three colleges and have made a decision on where I'm going and what im going to do while i'm there...
Strap on your bungee chords and tighten your harnest. Then jump. You'll be fine.
Rejected: ucd, ucsd, and Boston University..
"regret that we cannot offer you admission" "I regret to inform you" Yeah damn fucking right youre gonna regret not admitting ME to your college. With these rejection letters, they can only make me stronger. I know i'm going to college, not these but I am going somewhere (so far UCSC, Emmanuel College in Boston.. waiting for uci, ucb, ucla). Rejections give me more motivation to be somebody to whereever i'm going. I'm going to have the freedom and opportunities to make a name for myself in society. Not quite sure on what i'm going to do.. but with my determination, intelligence and charisma.. i'm going to succeed in life. I will be able to kick life in the ass after it has done to me several times. Courtny Hom's mom made an inspiring comment to me yesterday, "Ya know. There are certain people you can just look at and know they're going to succeed in life and you're one of those people." I don't have a 4.2 GPA, score over 2000 on the SATs, pass with 5s on my AP exams, burn myself out with extracurriculars, but if you identify yourself with your high school transcript.. then you need to go do something with your life to discover who you really are. I am beyond my high school transcript. Maybe that's why we take these rejection letters so personally, because we feel that we have to identify ourselves with our high school transcript so it feels as if the colleges are rejecting WHO YOU ARE. As I have discovered, you shouldnt look at it that way. I think i'm going to end this blog here.. i'll continue after I find out from the last three colleges and have made a decision on where I'm going and what im going to do while i'm there...
Strap on your bungee chords and tighten your harnest. Then jump. You'll be fine.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Language vs. Silence
It's ironic how silence may be the most powerful response, yet the appropriate use of language also creates the same powerful effect.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Cake
You gave me cake. I gave you cake back. We're even. We're done.
I haven't been disrespected by a ( i guess i can claim used to be) a good friend in a very long time. She asked me to come support her in her Rugby game tonight as good friends do.. and as good friends do.. I cheerfully went to watch and scream motivational sayings off of the top of my lungs. Three other friends accompanied me and we were having such a great time together. Then we made an innocent joke to ourselves that it would be quite hilarious if this guy (who likes yet irritates her). I spose her nosey friends overheard our private joke and enforced us not to do it. Who said we were? Honestly, it would be hilarious but we would never go to such an extent to amuse ourselves. I don't believe her friends are fair to judge when their ways of amusing themselves are backstabbing each other, being manipulative, treating each other like Barbie doll toys and the sad part is that they make up then restart the whole "Mean Girl" process. Our rugby team tied with Canada! Right After Her game, she said "thank you for coming" but in a rushed and unappreciateive way. Her Barbie (when I say Barbie, I mean the drunk, dishieveled, irrational) friends informed her about our miniscule joke and she took it too major offense (which I don't blame her but the way she handled it was why I was hurt). She embarrassed the four of us in front of a few other people who were standbys. She confrontingly told us that our joke had gone too far and this joke has been lingering for far too long. The other three were silent. Considering this happened right after her game and right before her team bbq, I did not want to cause her more grief by inflaming her with how I really felt. Instead, I interrupted her to remind her of why we (her friends) were there by yelling (cheerfully), GOOD JOB! YOU DID GREAT! YOU WON! (her: we tied) OH.. I MEAN TIED! Oh, tied as in RIPTIEDE! (name of their team). The silence of the other three quickly turned back to laughter. She rolled her eyes and leaped back onto the field. Now that I think about it, that leap seem to symbolize her leaping out of our friendship. Did I stop her from leaping? No. This single event did not cause me to decide on letting this friendship float away. This year alone we've argued and fought far too many times for it to be funny when we look back on or even to be proud of anymore. Typically, after our argument we would talk it out and make up. After repeating that routine for a couple of times, I don't have any more energy to make it work anymore. I am fed up. Third quarter into my Senior year in high school, I can honestly say that I have the power to choose my friends and know who deserves my attention and energy. She is no longer worthy of my time and energy. Leadership is strictly business and I understand that, so I will work with her on what needs to be done and nothing more. I have never irrationally argued with my other friends as I have with her, so i'm becoming more and more confident that it's not me who ignites the flame. However, I do not discount our friendship entirely. "You gave me cake. I gave you cake." It was delicious cake and I appreciate and am glad that i've had the opportunity to eat that cake. As I've learned through broken good friendships, just be greatful that it happened. I am greatful for her cake, but it's time to move on and let Her go. At this point of my blog, I may seem a bit too emotional maybe overreacting? It's quite comical because i'm pouring my heart out into this blog and She's probably sleeping with no regrets or thoughts on the effect of what she did to me today. and I'm fine with that. We've had a great four years together that I don't regret. Together, we've spent 12 hours at Her house gift wrapping presents to give to 13 families for Christmas, lead our high school's finest leadership and made a huge impact, played practical jokes on Nakamura during 5th period when he's away at a basketball game, hit each other's backs to a point where a red hand mark is imprinted, surprised each other with a lighted cake on each other's birthday.. good times. I could have simply stayed home tonight, but I was courageous enough to have confidence in believing that we had a friendship outside of leadership and could possibly foreshadow an extending friendship after high school.. I am a fool. But thank you for the cake.
Sincerely,
Vendel
P.S. The only thing I apologize for is embarrassing you in front of your "cool" friends by cheering for you exuberantly while they just sat nonchalantly. Although i'm weird and overwhelmingly cheerful, I make a great friend. Actually, I also apologize for not going to give you another time of day to realize that. Good luck on finding another priceless friend to give cake to.
I haven't been disrespected by a ( i guess i can claim used to be) a good friend in a very long time. She asked me to come support her in her Rugby game tonight as good friends do.. and as good friends do.. I cheerfully went to watch and scream motivational sayings off of the top of my lungs. Three other friends accompanied me and we were having such a great time together. Then we made an innocent joke to ourselves that it would be quite hilarious if this guy (who likes yet irritates her). I spose her nosey friends overheard our private joke and enforced us not to do it. Who said we were? Honestly, it would be hilarious but we would never go to such an extent to amuse ourselves. I don't believe her friends are fair to judge when their ways of amusing themselves are backstabbing each other, being manipulative, treating each other like Barbie doll toys and the sad part is that they make up then restart the whole "Mean Girl" process. Our rugby team tied with Canada! Right After Her game, she said "thank you for coming" but in a rushed and unappreciateive way. Her Barbie (when I say Barbie, I mean the drunk, dishieveled, irrational) friends informed her about our miniscule joke and she took it too major offense (which I don't blame her but the way she handled it was why I was hurt). She embarrassed the four of us in front of a few other people who were standbys. She confrontingly told us that our joke had gone too far and this joke has been lingering for far too long. The other three were silent. Considering this happened right after her game and right before her team bbq, I did not want to cause her more grief by inflaming her with how I really felt. Instead, I interrupted her to remind her of why we (her friends) were there by yelling (cheerfully), GOOD JOB! YOU DID GREAT! YOU WON! (her: we tied) OH.. I MEAN TIED! Oh, tied as in RIPTIEDE! (name of their team). The silence of the other three quickly turned back to laughter. She rolled her eyes and leaped back onto the field. Now that I think about it, that leap seem to symbolize her leaping out of our friendship. Did I stop her from leaping? No. This single event did not cause me to decide on letting this friendship float away. This year alone we've argued and fought far too many times for it to be funny when we look back on or even to be proud of anymore. Typically, after our argument we would talk it out and make up. After repeating that routine for a couple of times, I don't have any more energy to make it work anymore. I am fed up. Third quarter into my Senior year in high school, I can honestly say that I have the power to choose my friends and know who deserves my attention and energy. She is no longer worthy of my time and energy. Leadership is strictly business and I understand that, so I will work with her on what needs to be done and nothing more. I have never irrationally argued with my other friends as I have with her, so i'm becoming more and more confident that it's not me who ignites the flame. However, I do not discount our friendship entirely. "You gave me cake. I gave you cake." It was delicious cake and I appreciate and am glad that i've had the opportunity to eat that cake. As I've learned through broken good friendships, just be greatful that it happened. I am greatful for her cake, but it's time to move on and let Her go. At this point of my blog, I may seem a bit too emotional maybe overreacting? It's quite comical because i'm pouring my heart out into this blog and She's probably sleeping with no regrets or thoughts on the effect of what she did to me today. and I'm fine with that. We've had a great four years together that I don't regret. Together, we've spent 12 hours at Her house gift wrapping presents to give to 13 families for Christmas, lead our high school's finest leadership and made a huge impact, played practical jokes on Nakamura during 5th period when he's away at a basketball game, hit each other's backs to a point where a red hand mark is imprinted, surprised each other with a lighted cake on each other's birthday.. good times. I could have simply stayed home tonight, but I was courageous enough to have confidence in believing that we had a friendship outside of leadership and could possibly foreshadow an extending friendship after high school.. I am a fool. But thank you for the cake.
Sincerely,
Vendel
P.S. The only thing I apologize for is embarrassing you in front of your "cool" friends by cheering for you exuberantly while they just sat nonchalantly. Although i'm weird and overwhelmingly cheerful, I make a great friend. Actually, I also apologize for not going to give you another time of day to realize that. Good luck on finding another priceless friend to give cake to.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Move Along
All-American Rejects - Move Along << this song totally motivates me to move on with my life even when shit gets thrown at me.
It seems like this has been the worst year (from March 06 til now) of my life. It's been a year or two that my house hasn't been sold. Also, the events that happened this past year seem to be hysterical because when something good seem to happen.. it gets consumed by something bad. We had 5 offers on our house and so my parents (dumbly) chose to sell it to this young and naive realtor or whatever and his partner. We shoulda sold it to the happy Somoan family!! Anyway this is what went wrong.. dude and his partner had some conflict and then dude's loan doesn't go through. SO my house is back in the market and i am stuck in this hell house. Well, at least I have my solitude and privacy in my own spacious room with the necessary equipped entertainment. My brothers moved to a cozy apartment in Alameda so I don't even have them for social interaction. My grades suck (3.7) yes that's considered sucky compared to what I used to get. Being ASB President sucks right now because people are difficult to deal with and I don't see what kinda legacy i'm leaving. College sucks. I got rejected to UC Davis cause I'm not retarded with special needs. Having a license sucks cause I cant even use it cause I don't have insurance cause my parents suck.
So where is the move along part? Ok so when all of these bad events collaborated and attacked me.. i layed down on my bed for not even 3 minutes. I had an epiphany of the positives that counterattacks all of the major negative events of my life..
Not selling my house - As long as I have my own room.. i think I can stay sane. The main reason why I'm so anxious to move is to hang out with my friends more and be like everyone else who lives only 10 minutes away from school. That's not a desire anymore because my great friends (Nima, VePenis, Mermanica, Army and anyone else who make efforts with me) do a great job at hanging out with me when we can.. which keeps me very sane. I thank them for this. The whole living hella far from school doesn't bother me anymore because that's apart of what makes me unique at Alameda. Plus my brothers live there so I can use that as my second home anytime I want (as i've experimented).
School - All I should care about is passing all of my classes because the college application process is over! All I need to do now is be patient and whatever happens happens for a reason. Who cares if Davis doesn't want me? I have Santa Cruz where I wouldn't mind going to and PLUS I still have to wait for Irvine, LA, San Diego, Berkeley and Boston to hear from. I can't have everything. I will be alright in life and that keeps me collective and assured.
Leadership - Leah Herris, a great friend for four years (and counting), once told me, "You've already done so much for this school and leadership, so you don't have to do anything new to prove that you're leaving a legacy because you have already left one and it will continue until you graduate." (paraphrased) That quote of assurance.. I reassure with myself everyday. AND that has kept me very sane and keeps me leaping forward.
Not driving - I don't have to deal with that cultural hazard yet.. so i'm cool. My parents have been very supportive in driving me everywhere I need to go and are very prompt on picking me up.. so i'm cool with that.
Love and support from people synergizes me. If I can deal with all this shit thrown at me, I can handle anything! Some people wonder who the hell is that little Asian girl who dresses however the hell she wants and is always smiling and yelling and monstrously hugging people who seem to mean something to her and laughs like she can't breathe? Her name is Wendy Seng and she gets away with whatever she does because she presents herself with confidence. SHE IS GOLDEN!!! I AM GOLDEN!! I AM WENDY MUTAPAKIN SENG!!
It seems like this has been the worst year (from March 06 til now) of my life. It's been a year or two that my house hasn't been sold. Also, the events that happened this past year seem to be hysterical because when something good seem to happen.. it gets consumed by something bad. We had 5 offers on our house and so my parents (dumbly) chose to sell it to this young and naive realtor or whatever and his partner. We shoulda sold it to the happy Somoan family!! Anyway this is what went wrong.. dude and his partner had some conflict and then dude's loan doesn't go through. SO my house is back in the market and i am stuck in this hell house. Well, at least I have my solitude and privacy in my own spacious room with the necessary equipped entertainment. My brothers moved to a cozy apartment in Alameda so I don't even have them for social interaction. My grades suck (3.7) yes that's considered sucky compared to what I used to get. Being ASB President sucks right now because people are difficult to deal with and I don't see what kinda legacy i'm leaving. College sucks. I got rejected to UC Davis cause I'm not retarded with special needs. Having a license sucks cause I cant even use it cause I don't have insurance cause my parents suck.
So where is the move along part? Ok so when all of these bad events collaborated and attacked me.. i layed down on my bed for not even 3 minutes. I had an epiphany of the positives that counterattacks all of the major negative events of my life..
Not selling my house - As long as I have my own room.. i think I can stay sane. The main reason why I'm so anxious to move is to hang out with my friends more and be like everyone else who lives only 10 minutes away from school. That's not a desire anymore because my great friends (Nima, VePenis, Mermanica, Army and anyone else who make efforts with me) do a great job at hanging out with me when we can.. which keeps me very sane. I thank them for this. The whole living hella far from school doesn't bother me anymore because that's apart of what makes me unique at Alameda. Plus my brothers live there so I can use that as my second home anytime I want (as i've experimented).
School - All I should care about is passing all of my classes because the college application process is over! All I need to do now is be patient and whatever happens happens for a reason. Who cares if Davis doesn't want me? I have Santa Cruz where I wouldn't mind going to and PLUS I still have to wait for Irvine, LA, San Diego, Berkeley and Boston to hear from. I can't have everything. I will be alright in life and that keeps me collective and assured.
Leadership - Leah Herris, a great friend for four years (and counting), once told me, "You've already done so much for this school and leadership, so you don't have to do anything new to prove that you're leaving a legacy because you have already left one and it will continue until you graduate." (paraphrased) That quote of assurance.. I reassure with myself everyday. AND that has kept me very sane and keeps me leaping forward.
Not driving - I don't have to deal with that cultural hazard yet.. so i'm cool. My parents have been very supportive in driving me everywhere I need to go and are very prompt on picking me up.. so i'm cool with that.
Love and support from people synergizes me. If I can deal with all this shit thrown at me, I can handle anything! Some people wonder who the hell is that little Asian girl who dresses however the hell she wants and is always smiling and yelling and monstrously hugging people who seem to mean something to her and laughs like she can't breathe? Her name is Wendy Seng and she gets away with whatever she does because she presents herself with confidence. SHE IS GOLDEN!!! I AM GOLDEN!! I AM WENDY MUTAPAKIN SENG!!
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