tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84339146713298102582024-02-20T04:48:48.125-05:00I felt your poltergeist love like savannah heat.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-33965750237680570072009-04-02T03:07:00.002-04:002009-04-02T03:10:13.537-04:00websiteAfter a long weekend, I finally finished my website:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.jessicamillete.com">jessicamillete.com</a><br /><br />Of course, this was made primarily to show my portfolio online, especially for the internships I'm applying for...as well as maybe some freelance jobs I could attempt. I'm pretty proud of it and received some positive feedback. I applied to NPR and Free Range Studios, so I'm hoping I got one? I would really like to live in DC this summer...I need to spend time away from home. <br /><br />If anything, I'll just stay in Richmond, find a job and save money. Either plan is a-okay with me.<br /><br />FACT@VCU's Annual Culture Night is this Saturday and I'm excited! A lot of people are coming up for it [:<br /><br />I'm finally reading Twilight, and yes, the book is better than the movie. <br /><br />That's all, until next time...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-39081723321156617622009-03-05T13:12:00.000-05:002009-03-05T13:13:30.637-05:00KODACHROME<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/jessicarm/vb2dc2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 509px; height: 800px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/jessicarm/vb2dc2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-76700995514730814602009-03-04T11:37:00.002-05:002009-03-04T11:40:41.788-05:00It's been awhile.KODACHROME taking off.<br />Loop Pedal.<br />Curtains.<br />Christian Singles.<br />Need polaroids.<br />Medium Cheese Pizza.<br />GDES kickin' my butt.<br />CS MODERN.<br />Teaching.<br />New times for old times.<br />Snow night, power outage, snow day.<br />Blair witch adventures in the power outage of Biggs.<br />Black Ice.<br />Dryer Fixed.<br />California in 2 days.<br /><br />I need some enlightenment.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-34683239668955193362009-02-09T02:29:00.012-05:002009-02-09T02:46:07.735-05:00N*E*R*D Concert<br><bR><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="437" height="333" id="viddler"><param name="movie" value="http://www.viddler.com/player/742679cd/" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed src="http://www.viddler.com/player/742679cd/" width="437" height="333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" name="viddler" ></embed></object><br />We are to the left & mainly stay in the front. Can you see me spazzin' out, doin' choreo, <br />having one on one moments with Pharrell, & just goin' buck wild?! Hehehe.<br /><b>Video Credit to <a href="http://www.mercurymixtapes.blogspot.com">http://www.mercurymixtapes.blogspot.com</a></b><br /><br /><br /><b>WE EXPLAIN EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN OUR VIDEO:</b><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YtctNBtKKzk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YtctNBtKKzk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://bbcicecream.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/dsc00017.jpg"><br /><img src="http://bbcicecream.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/dsc00176.jpg"><br /><img src="http://bbcicecream.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/dsc00182.jpg"><br />Khloe has a red beanie in her hand & I'm reppin' a TIP$ shirt (it has a red graphic on it).<br />I know all you see is my hair in my face.<br /><b>Photos courtesy of the <a href="http://bbcicecream.com/blog/2009/02/08/richmond-va/#more-5196">BBC Ice Cream Blog</a></b><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/33/l_a6c054a2b7b04dd79c53ef37d2a54462.jpg"><br /><img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/60/l_409c054c6bd64aaa945ec3150831ffee.jpg"><br /><img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/31/l_b3041719c8ca43ff983dac8de77c53f7.jpg"><br />These are screen shots of the 2 video snippets that Nona took. <br /><b>Thanks to Nona for recording/posting on Facebook!<br />Links to her video snippets:</b><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=614439067099">Snippet 1</a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=614440658909">Snippet 2</a><br /><br /><br />OVERALL, AN AMAZING EXPERIENCE!!!<br />I can't believe I got to dance on stage with N*E*R*D with one of my best friends.<br /><br /><br><br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-32262028091362613092009-01-20T01:43:00.003-05:002009-01-20T01:45:50.591-05:00CHANGE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/0/5/2/obama-inauguration-lk0424d.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 367px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/0/5/2/obama-inauguration-lk0424d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>I'm here in D.C., anxiously waiting 6AM.</div><div>We will layer up, walk to the national mall, and stand in the blistering cold.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today marks one of the most monumental moments in history:</div><div>Barack Obama is inaugurated into office.</div><div><br /></div><div>May we become the change we want to see.</div><div><br /></div><div>I believe that from here, things will only get better.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-90382277982949975902008-12-22T01:12:00.002-05:002008-12-22T01:13:46.401-05:00Keep Breathing<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><div><br /></div>I want to believe in more than you & me.</span><div>But all that I know is I'm breathing.</div><div>All I can do is keep breathing.</div><div>All we can do is keep breathing now.</div><div><br /></div><div>- Ingrid Michaelson</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-16765436972764222382008-12-11T22:37:00.004-05:002008-12-15T22:27:57.565-05:00All But One Saint<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This overwhelming thought<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">is knowing what I took back</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My memory tangle the knots,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">forgetting what shouldn't be forgot</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This is my formal hello,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">my way of letting you go</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Now you know that I am in the wrong</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">that I'm capable of with my hands</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Someday she'll whisper my name</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">See here, listen closely...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">She may never speak it again</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">- Jeremy Larson</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-77210480021565815362008-11-27T23:44:00.002-05:002008-11-27T23:47:40.891-05:00Thankful<div><br /></div>My parents<div>My grandmother</div><div>My brother & sister</div><div>My friends who are there unconditionally</div><div>Being alive & healthy</div><div>The opportunity to go to school</div><div>The talents God has given me</div><div>Having countless blessings</div><div>For every moment, good & bad, for they have </div><div>contributed to the person that I am, as well</div><div>as made my life something to be proud of</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-57479942919554797132008-11-13T10:50:00.001-05:002008-11-13T10:53:38.965-05:00The Moment That it Stops<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><div><br /></div>I think a change is what I need. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">I thought you needed someone you knew you could trust entirely.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I've always been fine on my own.</span><br />I thought that you were growing tired of always feeling alone.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">These days drag on; I'm losing faith.</span><br />You said we'd work it out together but you're pushing me away.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Well I'm here but I fear my heart is not.</span><br />You said your heart would follow me until the moment that it stopped. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">The moment that it stopped...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">- The Narrative</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-65137934495548638742008-11-03T09:58:00.001-05:002008-11-03T10:00:13.664-05:00Free Cup + VOTE<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2J8KJDsqqY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2J8KJDsqqY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>A simple yet impacting message and beautiful typography+animation. </div><div>I expect nothing less coming from Starbucks. Haha.</div><div><br /></div><div>ROCK THE VOTE ON TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 4TH.</div><div><br /></div><div>Obama/Biden '08</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-78442678632359459582008-11-02T21:23:00.002-05:002008-11-02T21:27:42.907-05:00Kanye's Verse<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><div><br /></div>We lost a four leaf clover</span><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Don't ask my shorty be over</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">News flash, shorty, we over</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">We like Def Jam and Hova</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">We like Bobby and Whitney</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Except without the kiddies</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Just like Pamela Anderson's career</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Except without the titties</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">We had some good times didn't we?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I know I won't forget that</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">But we had some bad times and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">That's time I wish I could get back</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">But I love you, I can't let go</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Now I just, I just don't know</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">You been around me long enough</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">To know that now it's over</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">John Legend (feat Kanye West) - It's Over</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-54465046023306174822008-10-24T13:22:00.005-04:002008-10-24T13:39:29.436-04:00Liberating Ones Self<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfRt-C6WVug/SQIHV5ivAvI/AAAAAAAAA14/1OpLwEv-IDA/s1600-h/Photo+36.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfRt-C6WVug/SQIHV5ivAvI/AAAAAAAAA14/1OpLwEv-IDA/s320/Photo+36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260775387527316210" /></a></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So, late Tuesday night after seeing Land of Talk and Broken Social Scene live at Toad's Place, I cut my own bangs. They were so long -- they were down to my chin already. I was so mad at that and that I had no money to get a nice hair cut that I took a pair of scissors and just cut straight across. I've been wanting straight bangs for awhile now, thanks to Rachael Yamagata. Haha. Anyways, it really was a liberating feeling to just do it myself spontaneously.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Land of Talk</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Broken Social Scene</span> live = true definition of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Amazing.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">There was a point in the concert where Kevin Drew wanted us to scream -- scream for all the emotions built up inside, for the people who have hurt us, who we have hurt, who have died, who are alive, for life. It was such a therapeutic release. It felt so right too just because I was in a room filled with people doing the same exact thing. I squeezed Melissa's hand so hard and screamed as loud as I could. Then Malaika turned it into humor by mocking the Hippies Crying Over Dead Trees video we love on YouTube. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Live concerts really do keep me high on life. They inspire me beyond belief. They convey meanings of realization and epiphanies. I want to write music, I want to do better in my designing, I want to be like the dancers I see on YouTube, I want to get out into the real world and travel to see everything that there is.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It made me really happy to be alive and thankful that I am so blessed by God. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So please, don't do drugs. Go to live concerts instead. Hehe.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"We've seen how sick we were, but I've got you for my life...and I'll love you like I'll love you when I die."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-61965498737382311212008-10-17T01:56:00.004-04:002008-10-17T02:06:23.518-04:0064 East<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>So today, Khloe got rear-ended by an 18 wheeler. (She was rear ended 3 weeks ago, the whole point of her going home was to get her car fixed and get a rental car for the time being). She had told me while I was driving home, so I ended up seeing her on the side of the road. It's weird that an accident that caused so much traffic involved one of my closest friends.<div><br /><div>Usually, around the Williamsburg area, cars abruptly stop because there is bumper to bumper traffic out of nowhere. Khloe was already stopped. Apparently, the 18-wheeler didn't realize everyone was stopped, therefore, rear ended Khloe, causing her to bump into the person in front of her. She is fine. As for her car, the bumper is messed up and the license plate on the front is falling off. Earlier tonight, she asked me to take her to the clinic because her father was making her, but she ended up going to the Portsmouth Naval Hospital with her brother.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, around the Virginia Beach exit, there was a car on fire in the HOV lane. Good thing I didn't take that, I was about to.</div><div><br /></div><div>What is up with drivers these days? I feel like it has gotten a lot worse in these past few years...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-61574011952455133582008-10-16T10:31:00.002-04:002008-10-16T10:34:06.844-04:00I Can't Hear You<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I'm still standing all alone, but upright still<br />& I wonder what do you think about it<br />Did you get what you wished for?<br />Was it as much a disaster </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">as you made it out to be?<br />& you know that I can't read you<br />You're not a short story </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">as much as you'd like it to be<br />& I won't change<br />I'm not like the weather </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">as much as I'd like to be<br /><br />It's true, you know that </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I can't hear you when you say<br />"Our words they come out wrong"<br />It's true, you know that </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">you can't hear me when I say<br />"Our worlds they come apart"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Spitalfield</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-73545709771796694802008-10-11T02:40:00.004-04:002008-10-11T03:35:46.611-04:00Forreal?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Cheating is never okay. Never. I don't care who you are. What kind of person are you, fully knowing the consequences of your actions? Have you no guilt? And how can you continue to do so even if you start to feel bad about it? REALIZE what you do.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Note to self:</div><div>Sharmaine fell & broke my styrofoam cooler. Khloe was weak on the floor, crying, as well as Sharmaine.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-86136445619932971952008-10-10T04:23:00.000-04:002008-10-10T04:24:29.614-04:00Blink, blinkblink.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><div><br /></div>FREE YOUR MIND </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">IN ANY SITUATION</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-76535073956782653532008-10-10T02:04:00.004-04:002008-10-10T02:19:05.505-04:00Elephants...Teeth Sinking Into Heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfRt-C6WVug/SO7zL8BlwOI/AAAAAAAAA1U/l6rTEJG_u-o/s1600-h/51FM2Wh3GSL._SS500_.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfRt-C6WVug/SO7zL8BlwOI/AAAAAAAAA1U/l6rTEJG_u-o/s320/51FM2Wh3GSL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255405201604853986" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Today (October 9th) I received Rachael Yamagata's newest album.<div><br /><div>I was supposed to receive the vinyl on October 7th, but due to shortage of vinyl production. they sent a CD in the meantime. So basically, I got the vinyl AND CD in one! Amazing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rachael Yamagata is amazing. As a musician, performer, and as a person. She really does light up the stage with her personality and talent. She and Regina Spektor are probably the only artists that have made me cry at a live concert. I can relate so much to the stories that they sing through their melodies. They give me hope in life and in my dreams to make music part of my career. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Oh and you've been lost</div><div>and I've been saved</div><div>is that what comes from giving away?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Maybe in time you will wake up to find you're free</span></div><div><br /></div><div>So I grow up longing for another</div><div>with the windy city left behind to my lover</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Will you ever know the way I cry?</span></div><div>You were gone that day, so you may have missed</div><div>my goodbye</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and sometimes in my dreams I hear you say</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">'If you really care you won't go away'</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">What if I leave</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">?</span></span>"</div><div><br /></div><div>- R. Yamagata</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Listening to her brings me back to bittersweet nostalgia...I can really feel the heartache through the piano and strings...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-28753563617956912442008-10-03T18:01:00.003-04:002008-10-03T18:06:22.598-04:00RIP Nigel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfRt-C6WVug/SOaWxQFMhqI/AAAAAAAAA08/L_wq5W3T5Tk/s1600-h/IMG_4953.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfRt-C6WVug/SOaWxQFMhqI/AAAAAAAAA08/L_wq5W3T5Tk/s320/IMG_4953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253051788248778402" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>You lived for 5 hrs. <div>I guess the white tupperware </div><div>made you commit suicide. <div>I'm sorry. Rest in Peace.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-33412793583920694402008-10-02T02:58:00.006-04:002008-10-05T19:51:43.985-04:0010 Minutes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfRt-C6WVug/SOR2KO6ML0I/AAAAAAAAA00/fzrruzlLu74/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfRt-C6WVug/SOR2KO6ML0I/AAAAAAAAA00/fzrruzlLu74/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252452983593774914" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Let's call ourselves 10 minutes, because that's how long it takes us to get things started."<br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>Bye Bye Bye by N*Sync -- Acapella/Ballad version by Jessica, Maureen, Richelle, & Sharmaine. Catch it at the Charity Awareness Concert on Saturday, October 4th from 12pm-5pm in the Commons Plaza.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What's important to me? The constants (God, fam, true friends through thick & thin, goals/dreams). Without them, I don't know how I would get through. This year hasn't had such a great start. Okay, I take that back. It started off good, but it's slowly declining. But I will keep my head up because there's no room for whining. I have nothing to complain about at all. I just need to stay focused. I can do this.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Off into a tangent --</div><div>- You can't be in a successful (anything) unless you are content and happy with yourself.</div><div>- Keep a close group of friends, that's way more satisfying than a large crowd of acquaintances.</div><div>- Don't let the bull shit phase you, because you really don't need that in your life.</div><div>- Karma. It exists.</div><div>- Sleep is for the weak.</div><div>- Life really is short; don't let anything/anyone hold you back. Make the most of it.</div><div>- It really is no surprise, but I was hoping it could be proven wrong.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Rachael Yamagata is so amazing live. I love her as a musician and as a person. I'm really glad and relieved my parents were okay with letting me go. It meant a lot to me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to start recording YouTube videos. It really is the only way I can try to become famous.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>CA this summer? Khleang & I are researching internships. The most interesting ones I found were Disney & WMG (Warner Music Group). I really want to be involved with the music industry. Combining design + music would be amazing.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>VA State Fair tomorrow...I mean today. First time, can't wait. </div><div><br /></div><div>Busy weekend, should be good.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I bid adieu. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-10645842645909773682008-09-20T02:38:00.006-04:002008-09-20T02:53:45.769-04:00Granted<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfRt-C6WVug/SNSdbAnE4aI/AAAAAAAAA0c/E4apQat2750/s1600-h/IMG_2951.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfRt-C6WVug/SNSdbAnE4aI/AAAAAAAAA0c/E4apQat2750/s320/IMG_2951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247992553139397026" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, I've been cooking a lot these past couple of weeks. I can cook 3 types of chicken dishes: deep fried chicken (my lola's recipe), chicken stir fry w/ sweet chili sauce (thanks to Khleang & Tida), and baked chicken glazed with homemade teriyaki sauce (thanks to allrecipes.com & Tida). It's been fun learning, and I'm definitely enjoying the satisfaction of knowing I CAN cook. I have my own fried rice - soy sauce, onions, mixed veiggies. Ah, so good [: I just need to keep learning. Oh yeah, I also baked a fudge marble cake for Richelle's early birthday celebration. I put chocolate frosting on it with sprinkles ... everyone seemed to like it. I hope my lola and mom are proud of me...<div><br /></div><div>School has been intense. I guess I'm having a complete designer's block this year. I'm creatively drained and exhausted. I'm getting through, though. All I want to do is to graduate, get a job, and travel the world. This summer, I would like to intern somewhere, whether NY or California. Most likely NY since that's where most graphic designers are and where most jobs are...but I'd like to be different and get away from the city. ALSO, I would love to take some dance classes from the noted choreographers I see on youtube. That would be so amazing and fulfilling for me. I definitely want to learn how to dance from Shaun Evaristo or Mariel Martin. Lyle Beniga is in DC ... maybe I could intern somewhere in DC and live with my sister. Well, whatever I do, I definitely don't want to waste my summer away. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't believe I'm a junior in college. It all goes by so fast. I can't wait to be completely independent, but at the same time, I love this age and never want to grow old. That's just how it is though...that's life. </div><div><br /></div><div>My parents were completely cool with me going to UVA. I'm pretty excited about that. I don't want to stay there or go to the party. I just want to come back to Richmond and chill. Haha. Tuesday though, RACHAEL YAMAGATA. I need to tell them I'm going to NOVA. Hopefully they'll be as understanding as they are with UVA...This is how I'm going to put it. "Dad, if you found out the Beatles were playing about 2 hrs away from where you live, wouldn't you travel to see them? And also that's the closest venue they will be playing at?" He even enjoys Rachael Yamagata, so hopefully they'll be alright. I'm really trying to be honest with them. I want to show them that I AM responsible.</div><div><br /></div><div>With all that said, I bid goodnight because I think my laundry can be put into the dryer now. I needed clean underwear. Ha.</div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-19395678971536112832008-09-20T02:26:00.004-04:002008-09-20T02:34:11.112-04:00Transmitter Failurethere's a lot of words in the English language<br />& I'm just getting started, baby<br />we could be here all night<br />we could be here all night<br />we could be here all night<br /><br />you say<br />"I don't wanna know how you were"<br />you say<br />"I don't want the pieces<br />I just want the break-up"<br /><br />there's entire words that will carry the meaning<br />& I keep stumbling on the first one<br />we could be here all night<br />I could put you to sleep<br />we could be here all night<br /><br />you say<br />"I don't wanna know how you are"<br />you say<br />"I don't wan the pieces<br />I just want the break-up"<div><br /></div><div>- The Robot Explosion</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-32612456420756073302008-08-01T01:21:00.003-04:002008-08-07T17:46:55.316-04:00The Dark Knight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dailybubbletea.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/darkknight2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://dailybubbletea.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/darkknight2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, I finally watched The Dark Knight Wednesday night. Finally, right? It came out while I was in Europe, and I was too busy doing European kind of things to go to a movie that would probably be in a language I couldn't understand without subtitles. Anyways, if I'm going to watch a movie like this, gotta watch it the right way...so Leslie, Sharmaine, Bebet, EZ, his shipmate and I watched it in IMAX at the Virginia Aquarium. An excellent choice I must say, for it was the best movie experience of my life. The huge screen made me feel like I was in the movie. <div><br /></div><div>IT WAS SO AMAZING! Intelligent plot line, amazing acting jobs, beautiful but impacting soundtrack, intense action scenes...it is probably the best movie I have ever seen in my life. I don't know how any movie can top this. I love comic book movies (even though I haven't read the actual comic books). This movie had such a smart storyline. All the timing that the characters had on certain situations, the clever insane humor of the Joker, the "GOTCHA!" scenes that kept going back and forth between the good and evil sides, incredible futuristic technology revealed, the use of gadgets to Batman's advantage, jaw dropping scenes, the concept of making it more realistic than just comic book like...It just blew me away. I hope a 3rd movie comes out, but without the Joker. If they do bring him back, they've got some big shoes to fill. Heath Ledger played the Joker like no one else could. You can't even tell it's him. He brought the character to life by providing a more-than-fitting voice, creating the habit of licking the inside of his cheek to feel his scars on his face, having humor but still being pretty fearful of his insaneness...even down to the way he walked and twitched his hands and head. He was just unbelievable. Of course, all the actors and actresses did their jobs well done by bringing their own characters to life. I don't think I will ever get over how good this movie turned out. </div><div><br /></div><div>So if you haven't seen it yet, PLEASE GO SEE IT IN AN IMAX THEATRE, IF POSSIBLE. IF NOT, JUST GO SEE IT!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433914671329810258.post-13879849431567311282008-08-01T01:02:00.000-04:002008-08-01T01:08:56.078-04:00RepeatI swear I've made one of these before. Oh well. I just saw Tida's, Melissa's, & Neil's blogs and so I feel that I really need to step it up. I should definitely write about summer, especially my European experience. I need to motivate myself because it's apparent I don't have a passion for graphic design, which really sucks. I just need to push myself to look up inspirations to get inspired. <div><br /></div><div>I don't want to move back to RVA because I've got my friends here in the 757, but I am so sick of being at home. It'll be bittersweet when I move back.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some things will forever haunt you, and I think I've found it. It really sucks to realize some things...but it's time. "Wake up Little Girl, the Fantasy World does not exist."</div><div><br /></div><div>FANNY PAK ALL THE WAY. I love ABDC.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/jessicarm/fp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1