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I am reading a book about love

I’m Graduating tomorrow. Its kind of surreal. I’m really glad that my family is here though. Although my brothers couldn’t make it after all, my closest kin is with me.

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Oh yeah, I was talking about a book!

The Staff of the Cross-Cultural Center 2006-2007

I’m reading All About Love: new visions by bell hooks. I got it as a gift from the Cross (Yes I have found religion). Thanks Nancy, Edwina, Violeta and Cat. Thanks Fatima, Noah, Chris, Joseph, Brisa, Oraneet, Heidi & Miguel. I’ve learned to live life with these people and the space. Cya soon. =}

Ridiculous Image of Captain Hook and Clip Art Bells

Ah! About the book: First of all. After doing hella research for final essays and artistic precedents, I’ve come to the realization that everything has a subtitle now. (The “All About” part reminds me of old Japanese Street Fighter 2 references like this that were the coveted books of pre-internet SF players in the states). 2nd of all, Bell Hooks!? Even the people are subtitles! Aiya, this is ridiiiiculous. But I trust. The strongest message so far has been this:

When we understand love as the will to nurture our own and another’s spiritual growth, it becomes clear that we cannot claim to love if we are hurtful and abusive. Love and abuse cannot coexist. Abuse and neglect are, by definition, the opposites of nurturance and care.

Makes sense huh.

. o O (( So, I have a lot of free time now I suppose… ))

I can read, I can think. I can communicate with friends— and I can act on my random thoughts without guilt.
…I really don’t know why, but while thinking about the sippy cup terrorist, I suddenly wanted to laugh at crying babies. Yes, yes, I know. But I’m not as bad as some people… I’m sure all of you have that one friend. You know the one. The one who wishes cancer to babies. Yes. That one. (But yes… you were intoxicated!)
Anyway, I just wanted a quick laugh of babies in dire, but silly situations.

. o O (( Someone took a picture of his wife holding a little baby. ))

Mom and her Scary Baby
This is what I want to say to them:

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“Music changes my mood” was gonna be the title, but then I remembered reading that the Title of every post should actually have something to do with the post so… “Life Confusion”

what did i do today?

uh…… time’s wasting away, but i don’t feel guilty about it.
I just wanna eat plants.
.:. my away message the above was
can you make a image with simple css commands? individual cells representing pixels
will that require more bandwidth than a real image?

What is an image? What makes the blue light on my HD blink when it is accessing?

Do I really want to know? How deep, how far do I really wanna delve into this world?
Something, some part of me wants to know and learn more more more…

Some part of me keeps holding myself back… is this because I don’t wanna go deeper into this particular (and may I say, rather impersonal field), or is it my hold-backiness, which holds me back from my true potential?

Why do I procrastinate, hold back, be reserved? What am I waiting for… there is no time like the present. If I don’t “DO IT NAUGH!!!”… is it human nature to always believe in the future? that there WILL be a future? What if there is no future for me? What if I am fated to die in 23 days? What would I do differently?

Like it is written on the mirror….

oLive NOW.

Sigh. I neve was that good at foresight… or maybe I am, and just can’t see it.

I have an “ultimate goal”, but I say I don’t know how to get there. Is that a sign of my age, or of my personality?

Part of me feels as if there is an eternal shark behind me ready to eat my ass up… part of me doesn’t recognize this and keeps on living life, sleeping, wasting, being. Nothing.

Its hard to break outta this cycle. I see other people breaking outta their own respective cycles, ready to jump into their new ones, that will govern their lives for add end.

I don’t wanna jump into THAT… but I feel restless. I need to move on, but I don’t wanna go to THAT. But I NEED to move.

fuck fuck fuck… aww… there plays Nujabes+Fat Jon-Departure-“Mystline”

This song grounds me somewhat. Euphoria end.

Once again… its 5am. Will I wake early to greet my new life? Or will I continue to sleep in?

It seems so easy… why do I make it so hard?

Years later from now, will this make sense? Will I laugh? Will I be puzzled?

It doesn’t matter. I know that this is how I feel— no AM, right now. This is me. This is…why do I not like ever saying this…

Terry Yoshiaki McCall.

what a fucked up anomaly of a name huh? Is that why? Why have I always denied my middle name, seeking that Asian standard?

I take pride in it now though.

Where will I, society, the world, human, everything, where will we be in 10 years?

In 2030, I will be 50 some years old. Will I be OLD? I don’t feel that way…


Hahahahahaha… Yatta!

I did pretty well on the reading ????and writing????? parts of my ???? ???????????(mid-term) So, why not invoke images of the Toughest Woman in the World, Chun-Li.

(Below: There’s still mistakes though, so don’t get mad at me when old master smacks you on the head for being disrespectful.)

But round 2 is coming up tomorrow so I hafta make like a good student and do some studyin’.

What should I do after everthings over… responsibilities are the best

Oh… and I haven’t said this here but I’m going to Japan this summer. What should I bring?

Oh well, I’ll think of that after some Kanji cards…

ps: hi doctor claw.
any other posse here?

oh yeah, yesterd—today, I didn’t end up REALLY studyin till around 4-5am… not today though!