summer's been treatin' me great. my three classes (public speaking, us history, bio lab) are all realy laid back. with the exception of monday, i'm done with class by 12 noon. and of course, no class on friday.
afternoons are typically spent at the swimming pool, followed by deep discussions with the guys on where we should eat that night, haha.
thursdays/fridays = beach day.
saturday & sunday is kicking it with family and watching a butt load of dvds from blockbuster online. phoebe usually swings by after work to kick it too. (she's a miller girl that does promotion for the beer. her job is basically dressing slutty and getting hit on by random ugly dudes @ the mexican market. ) i wonder what my mom first thought of her when they first met; filipino parents are really conservative so for all i know, my mom probably thought i brought home a prostitute.
anyways, i just got out of my first formal speech for public speaking. it actually went pretty well. one thing thats wierd is how quiet the class is. i could see that everyone was smiling and actually paying attention to my speech, but it was hard to get a loud laugh out of 'em. like, if i was having sex with my class, they'd pretty much just be lying there with a smile on their face.
its just hard to figure out how well you did when you don't get that much feedback, you know? but i think i did well because after my speech he was like "okay lauren, you're up next....try to top that..."
i'll post my speech later today.
alrighty, that's all for now. i'm hungry and sleep deprived. here's some random shit for ya though...
randoms
my definition of "tease" - ice cream trucks that drive fast.
maxed out my ipod. i need to get a new one.
karaoke revolution =
mel's movie ratings
batman begins, mr. & mrs. smith, wedding crashers, hostage, fantastic four, electra, coach carter =
eternal sunshine of a spotless mind =
primer, in good company =
post impact =
songs of the moment
poison - nothing but a good time
jasmine trias - if i ever see heaven again
morozov - fly guitar. // such a bad ass trance/break song!!
you really scared me today. i get to the swimming pool with phoebe and karen with the plan to just swim around and relax on a beautiful sunday evening. all i wanted to do was just chill but instead i had to put up with your wierd ass.
first of all, how the fuck did you get into the pool area? this place is for college kids.
secondly, we really don't care about your weak ass cannon balls. those weren't even cannon balls!!! you were just jumping into the pool for christ's sake!! hell, you weren't even jumping!! you were just standing close to the edge talking to yourself until your clumsy ass lost balance and fell into the pool. phoebe, karen and i were talking amongst ourselves and then you had to keep interrupting us to announce your weaksauce "cannon ball." and then after the SEVENTH DAMN TIME, we tried ignoring you...and then you threw a fucking hissy fit!!!
thirdly, why must you stare into my eyes like that? why must you make grunting noises while you stare into my eyes like that?? why must you look all creepy as you slowly mouth the words "come here..." and chase me around the pool while making grunting noises and staring into my eyes like that???!
and then when you finally cornered and caught me, you jumped onto me, tightly wrapping your arms and legs around me and absolutely refusing to let me go for 5 eternally long minutes!!!
the only reason why i was playing along was because your mom was there. you might've thought that i was playfully swimming away from you in this twisted game of cat-and-mouse....but really i was swimming away from you for dear life...
well kid, wherever you are, i hope you got what you wanted...cuz that's the last time you'll ever be within 100 feet of me.
alright dude, wtf. every night when i'm working on whatever the hell i'm working on, out of nowhere i hear spanking noises. these are some pretty damn loud spanking noises too, which obviously means this is some hardcore spankage.
so i sit in my room, with my door wide open as it always is, expecting your gf to start giggling as if you guys were just playfully wrestling in the living room or something. but instead of hearing laughter...
Noises
i look outside my door. i notice the tv is not on, the living room is empty, your bedroom closed and your lights are off.
jesus man, you're killing her in there!! and no fucking shame either...not even an attempt to muffle her.
and then it gets louder...
Noises
and then just when i thought i've had enough, the loud spanks all of a sudden sound like thunderous "plops..."
Louder noises
and then...
You: aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
YUCK, MAN!!! you're already putting me through enough...and then to top it off, i have to hear the most disgusting thing that a straight man could ever hear in his life -- another dude's sex grunts at climax....
aight, that's the 4th time in the past few days, dude. i mean, i'm all happy for you that you're getting a good amount of sex and all....but come on mang, i'm trying to fucking study!!!!
i've been living with you for the past year and i know that you two have been fucking around this whole time -- you asked me if i had an extra condom like the first week we moved in -- but it wasn't until recently that i could hear your little sexcapades from you bedroom....WITH YOUR DOOR CLOSED AND MY MUSIC ON.
my guess is that you're doing some kinda new position or something. whatever it is you're doing....bravo, my man. bravo. just try to take it down a couple notches, yeah?? thanks.
aight champ, its getting late and i still gotta finish my lab report. goodnight.
you know that thing where no matter how you hold a dollar bill, george washington's eyes will always be looking back at you?? and it doesn't just apply to dollar bills; its also paintings like the mona lisa and celebrities on magazine covers.
my roommate leaves magazines on top of the toilet. every morning when i go to the bathroom to fire my morning wood, i have to deal with that kinda thing. just look!!
look!! he's staring at me while i take a piss. he's giving me the "sexy" eyes as i stand there with my pants down and i'm aiming my penis...
at one point in your life you're gonna be in this situation...you're sitting face-to-face, having a serious conversation...with a dude that has a really really bad lazy eye.
okay, we all know how eye contact is important to active listening...but wtf are you supposed to do when the person's eyes are going this way and that?? are you supposed to look solely at their "good" eye? should you not make eye contact? do you try to position yourself into the line of vision of their wandering eye???
seriously, what if this dude is a cop. the last thing you want to do is mock the guy...
i'm sorry but my attention span is too short for this kinda situation. yeah i know i really should be listening...but i can't help yelling to myself in my head "are you looking at me?? are you looking at me???!"
summer's been great so far. here's what's been happening...
Vegas!!
okay, not exactly the most wild summer trip to vegas...
Chris calls me:
Chris: yo Me: yo Chris: ...i got in an accident on the way to vegas...
so i drove up to vegas to help him out (along with his auntie and family friend). wasn't bad or anything cuz i was planning on going to vegas to visit my parents anyways.
so when i get there and i quickly realize something...chris' company doesn't really speak english... basically, the next couple days were those three speaking thai among themselves and me just nodding my head & smiling. is that what a foreign exchange student feels like?
anyways, it was still fun showing 'em around town.
"roar."
Thank you Mr. Burglar...
i'd like to take a moment to thank the fuckers that broke into my parents house and stole my mom's jewelry and shit. because of you cocksuckers my parents are planning on selling that pleasant little house...and move into a brand-spankin' new luxury condo!!!
the new place is still under construction but is set to be liveable by May of next year.
COM 100: Public Speaking
god i love summer school. its just so much more chill than the rest of the year. and even better, i have some really kick ass teachers this quarter.
the classes i'm taking are classes that i've been putting off for the past 5 years because -- public speaking, u.s. history 201 and bio lab. i hate all of those with a passion...but when you have kick ass teachers like i do, i almost wish i took these classes a long time ago.
check out my communications professor, peter lee. the first day of class he tells us how its hard to (quantitatively) measure confidence; but his special way was with toilet paper.
Beginning of Public Speaking Class:
Peter Lee: ok, i want you to tear of a piece of toilet paper. if you're confident i want you to take about 3-5 squares of toilet paper. if you're not as confident, take 6-7. if you're not confident at all, take more.
After everyone has toilet paper:
Peter Lee: okay, now that everyone has toilet paper, i want each of you to stand up and tell me about yourselves. the more toilet paper you have, the longer you talk. go!!
one of my buddies warned me he was gonna do this a couple weeks ahead of time, so i cheated and only pulled 3 squares. so what did i say about myself?
My introduction:
Mel: hey everyone, my name is mel. i'm an e-business major and i'm starting my 6th year here. Mel: i was raised in saudi arabia and....ummm... Mel: (say something, damnit, just say something!!!) Mel: i'm not wearing any underwear. Mel:
the professor was laughing hard, which was good because it just shows how laid-back he is compared to those old school, strict professors that i just hate (and fail miserably).
i think the best introduction was the asian dude that went last.
Asian Dude: hey my name is Asian Dude: i'm from Asian Dude: ...that's it. Professor: nice try. you got more toilet paper than that, keep going. Asian Dude: ummmmmmmmmm Professor: just tell us one more thing about yourself Asian Dude: Professor: i don't care, man, just tell me a lie. Asian Dude: ok, i think you're cool.
this is gonna be a fun class, i just know it.
History 201: United States History
i hate feminists. they bitch about wanting to be treated equally as men yet you never see them say anything when they get free shit for showing a little cleavage. if men have to pay to get into clubs, shouldn't women too? especially since they should be "treated equally as men" or whatever.
but there are a couple feminists that i actually really like -- isabelle from berkley and dr. lamphier, my history professor this quarter.
dr. lamphier is like a feminist version of conan or something. she just has this uncanny ability to make history fun to learn...and then she has those random tangents to keep us entertained. like the first day of class, she was explaining how the two different aspects of history is like the two different aspects of love -- the dating phase and the commitment phase.
basically, in the dating phase you hear all the things that you want to hear; all the pleasant things. in the commitment phase you get the whole truth. although the whole truth might not be as pleasant as we'd like it to be (like in the dating phase), its still important to ultimately know the whole truth.
after elaborating on that, she went off on a tangent for a bit...
Dr. Lamphier: i remember the exact moment i realized that i was in the commitment phase. Dr. Lamphier: my husband (boyfriend at the time) and i pulled over to an arco to fill up on gas. Dr. Lamphier: as he got out of the car, he rips this HUUUUUUGE fart. Dr. Lamphier: of course i'm completely disgusted but he closes the door behind him and just starts laughing. Dr. Lamphier: it was that exact moment that i realized the romantic days were over....but i still loved him.
i know i'm just gonna love this class.
My New Pet
chin says i should name it "melvin" because he eats everything. i'm not so sure about that though because my venus fly trap is bolemic or something...the picky little fucker spits up the flies i feed him.
Randoms
driving around and exploring the OC is fun.
the owner of my favorite hawaiian restaurant knows me now.
goal for summer: master the belly flop.
had my first visit to Marie Calendars
must figure out how to prevent chaffed nipples when i boogie board.
april says i should just rub vaseline on my nipples.
ahh, a great way to end the school year. here's what i've been up to:
Memorial Day
great day for the beach. the weather was getting all wierd a couple days beforehand and i was all hesitant on if i should schedule a beach day. "cloudy in the morning, clearing in the afternoon, high of 69 degrees." didn't sound all that appealing but chris said "fuck it, lets go anyways." damn good thing he did because it ended up being a perfect day at the beach.
the place was PACKED and parking was a biaatch (about 40 minutes ). what originally was gonna be just me and chris ended up being a crowd of 12. good times, good times.
Basketball Championships
Team Monstars finished the season with a convincing 20-2 record. that makes 3 championship seasons and 4 finals appearances in 5 years for me.
the beginning of the season was a bitch because we had like 13 guys on our team. our captain was a ballhog, this other guy would just chuck up bad threes all day and it was a dogfight trying to get playing time. some people stopped showing up, our chemistry got a lot better and towards the end of the season our team defense and offense was un-fucking-beatable.
The Class that Changed My Career
very few times in your school career you end up taking a class with a professor that teaches you so much more than stuff in the classroom. this quarter i had such a professor.
beginning of the quarter the first thing he said to us was this:
Professor Uyboco: there are two ways of motivating people. the first way is by fear. the second way is by desire. most teachers try to motivate their students to do work by focusing on grades. that's motivation by fear. i don't want to do that. instead, i will tell you stories that will hopefully instill desire in you to learn. i don't want you to take notes. all i want is for you to lend me your ears and listen.
such an awesome professor. i learned so much from him this quarter. he inspired me enough to change my career track to enterprise resource planning, which is what he specializes in.
anyways, there was no final for the class; just weekly quizzes and two projects. the last project was a huge one. my group members and i had to develop a business proposal on how to maximize effeciency for a company using the internet and enterprise systems (ever hear of PeopleSoft??). instead of having a final, we had to present our proposal to the class as if we were consultants pitching a huge multi-million dollar project. we had to wear suits and everything.
the cool thing about this class is i've been doing a lot of this stuff already. the577.com and justbball.com...both of my sites have given me experience that i was able to apply to the project. this stuff just comes natural to me and professor uyboco refined my skillz.
after our presentation (and several other presentations that he completely ripped on), he had some words for us:
Professor Uyboco: i have just one thing to say to you guys: if i were you, i would print a copy of this for myself and use it the next time i go into a job interview. excellent work, guys. this was extremely well done.
oh man, that felt good to hear...getting big props like that for something that i want to do as my career.
Random Stuff
"notch" is a new word for "hot." for example: jessica alba wore a see-through dress to the mtv music awards. her boobs are a fucking notch.
"proper" is a new word for "cool" or "tight." for example: i'm gonna get a 30inch lcd monitor / tv. that shit is proper.
guys popping their collars = (unless your name is samir).
finally watched the filipino-american movie, The Debut. it wasn't all that great but for some reason i liked it.
in the special features section of The Debut DVD, they had an audience review section which had a half-second clip of my classmate, Khaled, from webb.
just when i thought i've had enough of friendster and facebook...i went ahead and turned into a myspace whore too.
karma's a bitch. just ask shaq.
Songs of the Moment
23 - Jimmy Eat World
Never No Never - Drop N Harmony
My Friend - Drop N Harmony
When You Love Someone ft. Premiere - Drop N Harmony
All Because of You ft. Young Rome - Marques Houston
Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
