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Name: Eddie
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 1/11/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Not really interested in much, I like cars and my dog... oh, and if you take yourself way serious... then im not for you... otherwise feel free to hit me up on aim..
Expertise: Well since I am asian, I am a master of many martial arts, these include... kung fu, karate, ju jitsu, wushu, tae kwon do, samurai, ninja, sumo, sushi, teriyaki, tonkatsu, tempura, and egg rolls... just to name a few.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  DarkSilhouette21
Member Since:
4/30/2003
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| I knew that I would forget to write something. So only one person will get this.. and this "missing section" should be added to the third to last paragraph... (right where it seems to fit) it explains the reasoning more....
And it would only "make sense" that the one girl that I finally took a chance on and did not become friends with first, but had made my intentions clear almost from the start, would be the one girl who was different, who would actually give the guy in the friend role a chance.
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| It's a sad reminder that life is short and too precious. I
received a phone call tonight that one of my old friends had passed
away in a car accident. I was in shock, I knew that my friend was
credible, but I still couldn't believe it. I had to find out if
it was true. I instantly went to myspace.. facebook... I needed
confirmation. I didn't want to believe it, nevertheless, it seems
it is true.
I guess I was one of the first to really hear about it. As I read
her facebook wall... the posts commemorating her life were not there
yet... instead were two urgent messages from one of her colleagues
worried about her because she did not make it to her award ceremony,
didn't call, and wasn't picking up her phone.
It's sad that it takes the life of a friend to remind us that each day
and each moment is precious. You could be talking to someone one
minute and not have a chance to talk to them again, then next.
Tell the people you love how you feel and don't waste your time telling
those who you dislike, how much you don't like them. Life is too
short for that. Don't spend your time arguing over the little
things. Enjoy them instead. Find the beauty in even the
biggest fiascos, because that is what Angelina would do.
Angelina Malfitano
Dec. 12, 1983 - May 30, 2006
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| Well... it's official, I think. I am a graduate of USC.
(Granted, I have to find out if I passed all my classes - I think I
did... and there is the actual graduation ceremony, etc. on Friday) My
final semester really ended with a bang.
My final actual class at USC was CTCS 466. It involves watching
movies and then listening to our professor, Leonard Maltin (The movie
critic from Entertainment Tonight) having a Q&A section with
someone involved in the movie. So my final class at USC entailed
us having a Q&A session with Angela Landsbury. Most of us
probably know her as the lady from Murder, She wrote... but many from
my generation also know her as "Mrs. Potts" from Beauty and the
Beast. So one of the girls in the class asked her to sing for
us... that's right, my regular college career ended with Mrs. Potts
singing "Tale old as time...." haha, how many people can say that..
only about 250 or so I would guess! =)
Then today, I took my last final ever with one of my favorite
professors ever. So yah, I didn't study that much, but I felt I
hit most of the major points on my essay questions and I answered all
the multiple choice questions... in 20 minutes. But I didn't
wanna be the first one done, so I just sat there pretending to write
more. Then I see another kid get up and walk to the prof. He
asked a question and sat back down (my hopes died a little). Then
another kid stands up and walks to the front... and GRABS FOR MORE
PAPER (honestly, how could he have ran out of room)... anyway one
variation or another of the same two situations happens another 4-5
times.. over a ten minutes period.. I just couldn't take it anymore and
walked up to turn mine in. The professor looked at me to answer
my question, realized I was done and was like "WOW! done already?? I'm
impressed!" (he won't be when he reads my answers.. but I'm pretty sure
I passed! =)
Then I got home and checked the mail... I had gotten a few graduation
cards. One of which was from my mom's 3rd grade class! It was
super awesome and really made me smile... I wrote them a thank you, but
since my mom is leaving in two days to come here for my graduation I
guess they won't get it until next week.
Time really flew by. There are moments in my life that seem like
they were just yesterday.. and when I think about when they happened in
my life, they were a lifetime ago... my advice to everyone still
working through college... enjoy every moment and don't take it for
granted.. it goes by faster than you think.
Anyway, here is to the best 4 years of my life thus far... and here is to more to come!
(Now if I could only find a job...)
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| Wow, I realize I have quite a bit to write and a bunch of topics I want
to discuss. I will start with the fact that my fraternity's
formal is this weekend in San Diego. I am really looking forward
to it because it's only the second one we have had since I've been a
member, the first time I am taking a date... and one that is very
special to me at that.
On with my other ramblings now.
I'm getting old.
So this past week has
really been hard on my body. Sleeping makes my back hurt.
Golf has made my body sore. I know it sounds pathetic. And
it is. But even though I am only 22, my body already feels like
it's 50 or 60 years old. I have woken up to my hand being asleep
to a VERY painful extreme and not being able to wake it back up... so I
had to force myself to sleep again and wait for it to wake up on its
own. And for 3 days in a row, I could hardly make a fist with my
right hand because it felt like horrible arthritis (if I even know what
that really feels like). Not to mention when I golf and mishit a
ball, I think I am seperating something in my left hand because it
becomes sooo painful just to hold the club after that. I always
tough it out, but I remember the good old days where I could pop 3
advil and everything was alright. I miss those days.
(sidenote: If anyone is good at massages, please for the love of God...
talk to me, because I am in desperate need of one.)
But as my body begins its slow breakdown for life, it reminds me that I
don't think I will be living too long in this lifetime. I've
always said I would probably die somewhere in my 40's... I'm a bit more
optimistic now, so I'll give myself until 50, but I think those last
few years might not be that great of quality of life. Oh
well. But it also puts me into a position where I want to get on
with my life. The past week or so I have really been thinking
that I want to see into the future. I would say I just want to
skip to the future, but I want to live throught the years and
experiences that I have ahead of me. But I want to see what the
future holds for me. Will the same people be in my life later?
Will this job that I am looking at right now be the right choice for
me? Will it work out? I dunno. I just don't have time
to waste anymore.
Involuntary Reactions
So there are a lot of things in life that are voluntary and things that we do that are involuntary.
My heart beats.
My eyes blink.
My mind races.
But then there is one that doesn't happen involuntarily for me.
My lungs don't always breathe. This is weird. I have
noticed this before. It's especially noticeable in silent or
quiet situations. I tend to stop breathing. Then when I
consciously realize that I am not breathing, I force myself to breathe
and my body cannot get into a rhythm and it is weird. Another
time I realize that my body forgets to breathe is when I am standing
over a putt during golf. Not when I am practicing, but when I am
trying to score well on the course. If I can keep my breathing
constant, my stroke doesn't have jitters and stuff. It is hard to
explain, but the point is, my body forgets to breathe and I really hate
it. It's not normal and I'm pissed that I got shafted with this
affliction. Not to mention, I realize that it is VERY difficult
for me to breathe through my nose. Hence I snore.. and loudly at
that.
Well that's life and that is what has been on my mind.
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