this stuff's legal. legit.

So what exactly is it called when a voice wails like an instrument? If a song was something we could drink down, "Don't Worry," is wonderment in a ceramic mug, held by both hands in a climate-controlled room. While some would blame low-quality equipment for its vocals, others see its obscurity as something intentional. Vocals of Mahina-- female sibling, word wizard, and youngest of the Guilao clan-- betrays a soft earnestness; each carried note delivering like a plea of reason. Andrew, middle child, responsible for the band's melody and harmony, weilds his guitar and harmonica with a solemness we've come to expect from the musical genius. His drumming is timed in at such perfect timing, leaving you in an array of raw sound. Proving successful in acheiving perfect harmony, Mahina and Andrew give proof of complex simplicity-- an oxymoron for the ears, and enjoyable down to the last sip.

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As if intended to console, the heartwrenchingly guileless "Capricious, Yellow, Clear Now," showed itself other than capricious with eloquent symmetry. A first-time listener would think this were just another smile-time ballad, but a true listen to its words and intent shows a level of pain and honesty in change and separation. Followed up by an enjoyable array of true-to-life recordings of these sibling's lives, the band is able to show themselves real without losing their coherence. A true fan and friend will be able to sigh and smile at its warm familiarity. If it were a color, it would indeed be Yellow, but only as a sun-rise. And all things are indeed Clear Now, but only to those able to relate.

Sandra Bungcayao
freelance writer
(JK, SMILEZ)

12.30.07

presence makes the heart grow fonder.

lahv.

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. it takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, bcause once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

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They answered, "Why be scared of a hat?"

My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. Then I drew the inside of the boa constrictor so the grown-ups could understand. they always need explanations. My drawing Number Two looked like this:

a thousand thank-you's for everything,
be it tangible gifts or your amazing offspring.

while most

will not,

or could not,

understand--

charlyne yi exhales pure art and genius,

and even gets to kiss michael cera.

it's insane how amazing she is. GAH!

E> VN.

a sacrifice is not a sacrifice,
unless it's a sacrifice.

i wish this worked via osmosis, but what the mind absorbs is only equal to the effort your heart is willing to give. it's been realized that the recycle bin in my head is programmed to automatically empty the things proved infrequently used. there are sadly just some things in this world that i can not fake, VN and vain effort included.

Something I'd like to share however, is an idiom we learned, including a nice segue that can be used for the ministry.

"Ngơừi VN thơừng nòi,
'Uống nước...nhớ nguôn,
An trái cây...nhớ kẻ trồng cây'.
Chung tôi muốn giúp mọi người nhờ đến Ong Trơi"

Translation:

"Vietnamese People say,
'Drink Water, remember the source.
Eat Fruit, remember the person who planted the tree.'
We want to help people to remember their Creator"

The import is to
remember, remember, remember--
nhờ, nhờ, nhờ.

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pictures of the class/group and instructor to come . . .

Impossible is the Opposite Of Possible

"Take it to the limit. Meet the extreme. You have to knock them
dead. Deal yourself a full house. If you wanna dance then DANCE--
but do it with passion. All bets are off. Foot on the floor.
This is GO-time, and this is the final quarter. Just be yourself, as long
as that means that you are a successful person. And if being yourself
means that you are a loser, then.. watching this tape has been a waste of time
for you cause...there's nothing I that can say that will make your life any
better."

"OH HEY WHATS UP": Installment 1

OH HEY WHAT'S UP, IM MICHAEL CERA. OH YEAH UM WAS BORN IN 1988, AND AM UNCONVENTIONALLY GOOD-LOOKING. YEAH. K.
anyway, i love this guy. i guess i have an often-spoken-of affinity towards those with certain unassuming and understated qualities. i really really really want a boyfriend. i would say i was kidding, but im not. i also wish i were ready and were good for marrying. im not kidding. im soo not kidding.

dkajw'edkw

so yeah, there are these 2 "HOMELESS" people that hang out around the pearlridge area. i call them the "fake homeless couple," which really isn't clever, but it's most accurate. before today, the last i saw them was inside and around down to earth. that's total crap, if you axe me. if you're axeing me, youve gotta be something extra special to shop there. i mean, youve surely got some special standards to be dropping a good amount of money on all that amazing stuff. as for me, i can afford about a pound of granola every 3 months, which is the exact reason why i've begun sneaking handfuls from janelle's stash. JAYKAY! anyway, today i see the man of the fake homeless couple with his usual sign (probably written on a piece of cardboard he ripped off from the box of his new plasma TV), and what do i see next to his nice back-pack? a cinnabon box. that got me heated cause im all, maaan i cant even afford a 5 dollar box of moist and gooey goodness.

so that was today's rant cause yeah, i once saw the same fake homeless couple with those poles with the net at the end, supposedly raising money for something. maaaan.

and now, the brag of the day has to do with my success in riding and driving a quad. thanks to edmond, aka maui, bka the best teach ever, i got up to third gear! third gear! this is a big deal, guys. i didnt bring my camera to the pineapple field, but the view was breathtaking, and the experience remains unmatched.


but here are some pictures of the other guys getting all reaaady while we lean on the trucks acting like we're doing something.

MY HELMEEEETTTT.


My Pickle.


DIRT SHOES, YOU HAVE NO IDEAAA.

My Teeth.

My Friends.

Turbo-Jan/Jan-Soon.

My Pakistani.

2 Posts in 1 Day?

FOR SHAME!

2 Comics in 1 Day, just plain inspired and novice photoshop obsessed.

And whiiile I realize that this joke has been done by every internet-comic out there, I guess this is my individual take on it. I also understand that this doesn't make me a comic.

The mentioned dates are a severe approximation, and are no doubt a wrong one at that. I swear I still see this going on with the middle-school folk. DEEP SIGH. Those are probably just the years I continued to use the E-Rose, thought bluemountain E-Cards were BOMB, loved and utilized AIM-alarms, and custom sign-in/out music and tones. Ah, and when ICQ was IN, and MSN was just a Messenger, and there was nothing "LIVE" about it. I realize I am lame. HEY LET'S GO LISTEN TO UTADA HIKARU'S "FIRST LOVE" AND UPDATE OUR ASIANAVENUES AND XANGAS WITH OUR STATS AND SURVEYS OF "FIRSTS," "FAVS," AND PET PEEVES ;) <]:-P B-] @~}~~~~~~~~

Riddle Me This.

WHY IS EVERYONE IN REAL ESTATE?



inspired by a cousin Tyler.

images courtesy of www.toothjuice.net and steelberryclones.wordpress.com

"i don't know why paula dean talks that way, she's actually from
Massachusetts"

--Ted Allen

EMU

Married to the Sea is HILARIOUS!
In other news, I tried to do a good deed at Bravo, cleaning rat feces and what-not, and all i got was this silly rash! NICE ! WIIIIINK ;)

I also have no inspiration for new comics, and I realized that my comics SURELY suck. Nothing exciting has happened, so there really is no need...
Except, Pictionary is amazing, despite the fact that i've only played once. twice. won once, played twice. BLURT! is also great....RJ is learning loads. And no, an organization of men at a college is not "Gay!", the way a foam or froth formed when a detergent (as soap) is agitated in water is not "Cement!" UGHH I LOVE FOREIGNERS SOOO MUCH AND HARD.
But best of all this week is ALONE TIME, streaming episodes of Heroes and Samantha Who? on-line.

Yeah, life is good. Rashes, too !!

ALSO, here is a picture of KAYKAY! YAYYAYYYYYYY

red-day

...found this nataliedee comment and was just reminded of a past HEENblog.

bahahaha, HEEN...CLICK.

my son,

my sun.
well, i wont know how it is to be a real mother anytime soon. but as long as you can see up my nose, that fact doesnt quite matter. and yes, those two dont at all relate.

in other wonderings,
why are israeli's (?) so great at volleyball? and why do i love watching men's volleyball? the second is rhetorical. and yes, these two do very much relate.

Oh so you...

Oh so you think you can ...
Oh so you want to know more about ...
Oh so you'd love to see some ...

dance.
art.
damme.

OH SO YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT I LOVE ?! k.



you're welcome. i know i've made your life better. you're welcome. ;) *WINK*

so please please please

let me
let me
let me
get what i want this time.

jason. jason schwartzman. maybe it's love because he's 5'6," something insignificant to most, but not to someone who thinks it's important to be able to slightly tippy-toe to kiss a forehead. or perhaps it's a big-time like-fest because of my affinity towards Jewish people (do you really wanna fight me of all people about blahblah no it's a religion, no it's a race, no it's a... hey, shut up. i'll punch "BOTH" in your face and make you wikipedia it. then ill explain to you how i'm able to punch a word in your face. you better click and swallow so hard and with so much intent, man. soo hard.). or how about the fact that he's amazing with braces? maybe it's because he's directly related to the coppolas, and has a brother that's cuter, but just not my type. sorry robert of Rooney. am i broken or completely in tact to love that he drums, acts, writes and loves. maybe it's because i love him even though i don't like the song "california," while i will admit that I once watched the O.C., mostly for Samaire Armstrong. and we'll argue a little and he'll be a little pissy and i'll say

hey hon, let's talk through this, let's hug it out, you say tomato, i say i love
you, we'll agree to disagree, i still love your work.

maybe it's because he bleeds dark-red and cries wet tears. that must be it.

because of everything; in spite of everything

that's what we'll say.

First Day Of My Life

this makes me one of those people that blog from their smart-phones. I guess that makes me suck, but that's okay.

it's recently dawned on me that the today marks the official year of being back home.
the moment between an inhale and an exhale can carry enough weight to sink a cruise liner. a slow gulp carries more honesty than a quick smile. they may not make much sense, but its to put emotion and time into perspective. the year back feels like both an eternity and a blink. a year ago from today i made the silent resolution to live up to certain failures and to right certain wrongs. it's sometimes difficult to deal with the things that should be far behind us.
like tying a knot behind your back. fairly simple, but the fact that you can't see it makes you that much more afraid that it'll unravel.
that you'll unravel.
it's slightly easier when you see others around you helping to erase the marks you've made. now I fear that my only formidable enemy is myself, lead-side down.
in just a year I've experienced things I'm cleearly undeserving of. new brothers and sisters from all over, and a rediscovered kindred spirit that is soooo close to best friend status (except I make it a point not to have human best friends). I've seen His hand at work, in my life, and those around me. amazing growth, potential, and the indescribable joy of teaching someone to learn and love.
like learning to live again.
mm, so the verdicts in. I lived my life for myself and could find no joy. a year back of spending my time and effort trying to live up to a dedication, and I've found more joy, purpose, and a new-found appreciation than previously thought possible.
what a dumb-by.
anyway,
it feels like having been paralyzed from the waist down, then relearning what used to come so naturally.
and after the roughest moments, I'm finally back on my two feet. sweating bullets, ensuring every step to be on solid ground.

and all I can really think about is how I can't wait to start running.

hm, that sucks.

oh hey, what's up?
oh, nothing, you?
nothing. so how bout our planet?
craazy, right?
it's interesting how these types of things seems to have the power to wake the humanitarian in me. i suddenly get all worked up, thinking that efforts and causes are what's going to fix the world. but causes don't last. i wanna donate money, plant a tree, eat right, educate others. bahahhahah! somehow the idealist and realist meet and shows itself to simply be human, recognizing the need for GIUP (v: HELP). anyway, i couldnt help but get overly sad over the state of the entire world, and further frown at the fact that people dont know the real solution. then i remind myself that there is, and that we've got a privilege beyond any other to educate others. needless to say, it's beyond sanjay, steve, and anderson.
i guess i had no idea that i loved anderson so much. and sanjay is such a pie, that YEAH I WOULD, I SOOO WOULD. HES A DOCTOR. and poor steve, with the elephant. but how hilarious was the prelude to that shot? you know, the voice-over with anderson, when he goes, "but watch what happens to steve's arm," and you think that something wonderful and cute and wonderful and cutely wonderful is going to happen, but he instead gets attacked. hahahhahaa, who laughed? HAHAHHAHAA, we did. anyway, what's up with China and their exotic palates? i got slightly pissed. like, seriously? a billion people and you all need that bear-bile? i seriously cried at that shot. cried. i wanted to rip the china-made shirt off my back and burn it in protest. but that does nothing, hahahaha. anyway, i thoroughly enjoyed watching it, despite the fact that it left me more sad. it's more like a reaffirmation that when things are so haywire, we muuust be that much closer to a solution. and now i'm watching food network's food challenge. i love food challenges. love.

[e]
i really wanna make a cheesecake. our oven is broken and i found out we have a spring-form pan. or whatever its called.
i also recently favoritededed this interesting find from msn.
dont you love msn? i feel lost if it's not my homepage. i get half of my current useless knowledge from random articles. and i love the slate. i go, HAH HAH HAH, like that. ughhh this is the stupidest blog ive ever wrtten. boo.

i like it!

THIS MAKES ME SO LAME,

IT HURTS.




this makes me suck, but i havent made a blog in a while, and im sick of seeing that stupid phone.
uhhh, so i wanted this haircut, right.

I know that it's a boy. But he's got the greatest hair ever. Color and all. But mostly cut. Mostly those bangs. And to top it off, he's copying the cat. Copy-cat HAHA. COPY-CAT. COPYCAT. HAHAHAHA.




anyway, so this is to show heen. and to finally just have a new blog. and i've got some stupid faces on my face. and my face sucks and maybe my hair sucks but these are different views.
im also sporting my aliamanu shirt from the 8th grade. and this makes me cool.

uh this is just to show my horns and dislike.

FACES KEKEKE

ALONA LOL

anyway, this happened this morning.
happened exactly like that, im not making it up.
we could go right now and do it and show you how it happened, cause i remember it so well. anyway, alona knows that there's nothing funnier than the fact that this phone looks like a musubi. she knows because she said it. HAHAHAHAHA.
except she also knows that there is something funnier.
that something funnier is that janelle has this phone.
but this phone is the absolute BEST, see.
here's a list of reasons why--
-it plays music.
-takes amazing pictures, with things like solar something or other.
-you could drop it and not much would happen to it. durable!
-sleek as all heck.
-it looks like food.
-janelle has it.

OH, speaking of who has it,
dylan has it. the valez kids have it. this highschool kid from mckinley had it. it's obviously in.
and so is everyone else that has it.

did i mention it also came in LILAC? not many phones do.


"K NO WORRIES I GOT YOUR BACK IMA MAKE YOU LOOK GOOD."

choob

So uh, I guess if you weren't there, you wouldn't quite care. I mean, who's the first person you look for in a photograph? Yourself? Yourself. Yourself. Right. Unless you have some unspoken affinity towards Maui or the people in the following photographs, you probably would not be interested. With that said, here is us. Here is Maui. Here are the best of friends in Maui...

but if you'd like to hear something incredibly beautiful, press play and look away.

[►] "Scenic World"-- Beirut.

(Eek, I literally put this together in an hour or so. I mean, during an episode of Winter Sonata. HAHAHA)

NEW YORK PAINT HAHA

PAINT, PAINT, ADOBE.

JUST SOME NEW YAWK STUFF MMK.

first 2 are paint, the best paint jobs ever.

the third is a big mess.

the fourth is this one:

but this is belongs to eric. hawesome!

"AHT"

every place is a house

the sounds they make

the following installment is merely an adobe art experiment, testing the opacity of 2 layered photographs. in light of my recent mood and music choice, i used (copywritten, im sure) maps and atlases' lyrics, and haleakala/maui photographs. not a unique concept, but it was easy and fun and i like it and ill do it again and this is it and that is it and this is it for now.

on another note, maps & atlases is quickly climbing up the "INSTANT FAVORITE" ladder, along with pudding and mac and cheese.
but if you hate math, then don't click.

Main Entry: won·der·ful
Pronunciation: 'w&n-d&r-f&l
Function: adjective
1 : exciting wonder : MARVELOUS, ASTONISHING
2 : unusually good : ADMIRABLE
- won·der·ful·ly /-f(&-)lE/ adverb
- won·der·ful·ness /-f&l-n&s/ noun

but if you needed another definition for
wonderful.

THERE IS NOTHING funnier THAN THE IMPOSSIBLE

Twenty.

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GAH, IM NOT DEAD>>

I JUST H8 20.

Zac Efron

sand_toss

[EDIT]

Heen, please try to memorize these moves so that we can do all of them when we stomp the yard. BET ON IT, BET ON IT, BET ON IT, BET ON IT.

ps,
how's that REFLECTION? (IM DYINGGGGGG ON THE IN AND OUTS)

give me my life back.

You acted so well, especially when you told the camera-man to get back. I was so afraid for you, you had me mesmerized. Wooden enclosures and a T-rex named Mathilda? That's right, Nigel, outrun the T-Rex.

This is the most embarrassed I've been fo any TV show.

Prehistoric Park, you've taken my dignity. As only the UK could.





NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL TV !



And other times, I just feel that this is what music should feel like. That's right, feel like.


(IM SO INTO KK&HWU RIGHT NOW. HOW COME? IDK.)

fresh breath?

UGHHH, IF YOURE LOOKING FOR A CURE, IT'S NOT JUICY FRUIT. IT JUST BECOMES HARD, SOO HARD THAT IT BREAKS YOUR JAW, AND YOUR BREATH ISNT ANY BETTER THAN IT WAS BEFORE. UNLESS YOURE IN LOVE WITH TASTE, THIS GUM HAS NO REAL FUNCTION. AND FOR THAT, IT'S FOLLOWED BY A SAD_FACE AND AN ENTIRE BLOG WRITTEN IN CAPS_LOCK.

LOVE ALWAYS,

CAPS LOCK FURY

(means that im yelling or maybe angry)

ps.

Welcome to the Glory Circuit

haha, DO-DO's get their picture taken, two at once, and get caught not looking. HAHA.

you dont belong :(




and then we finally get it right.




gaga, we're not called HALAWA HAMS for nothing.





basically, it's ridiculous because we even have background changes.

a bunch of amazings.

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[EDIT]

HAHA, really quick, SPOON is on vh1, and a part of me is going crazy. like, a smile is plastered on my face and it's somewhat surreal to be watching my very FIRST spoon video. like, why only now? it's like being truly . gacquainted with someone then realizing that this is the first time you're giving them a hug. right now i feel 17, shaking my upper-body to "everything hits at once, what we need is just what we wantsss," because that's what spoon was to me, you know? i mean, that song isnt playing, but im thinking about it. i didnt know that things could sound that cool, or that i even liked things that sounded that cool.

anyway, this is one of those videos that have to be done in one take, no broken frames. i always had a level respect for those types of things, cause in a way, timing has to be somewhat flawless. but then again this is a music video, so a lot of it is like "OH WHATEV." anyway, i'm probably too young to even understand the greatness of SPOON, but i like em a lot. and what's crazy is that i've been saying "GAGAGA" a lot. ga ga ga ga ga.

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and this will never change.

weezer (cause it was once said "if he knew me, he'd love me." no one should ever repeat that, btw)
gatsbys american dream (cause i've never loved math so hard before, and who knew change was good?)
the shins (cause some people need to re-learn how to live)
dashboard confessionals (cause that part of me just sucks)
radiohead (cause my education is never-ending)
ozma (cause sometimes we need to remain in a moment in time)


i talked for hours to your wallet photograph, and we're still falling just like the dinosaurs, since then it's been a book you read in reverse so you understand less as the pages turn, these heights are dizzying and the climb can kill you long before the fall, how can you be sure? chances last a finite time.



in case you needed to measure clarity.

NOBETTA

UNIFORM AND PLAN JOBS