1+ years

Hello darkness, my old friend.

Things have become quite a blur as of late. The line between choosing a job or pursuing my craft has finally surfaced. I’ve battled this decision for the longest time, but now it has shown up and reared its ugly head. I’m faced with the task of selecting where my future is headed. I can choose to either work all my life without a secondary education, or I can break down all restrictions of fear and take a chance at studying what I love to do the most: performing.

I’ve been performing opera for about 2 years now, having recently finished the opera “What Your Parents Don’t Want You To Know” by Kurt Erickson. I currently work for a large retail company with a dedicated computer services department. Tomorrow, I will go into an interview with the intention of getting a senior position in the department. While I am very excited for this job because of my advancing in the company (and the pay), there’s a faint little voice in my heart that yearns for me to reach for my dreams.

I have recently spoken with a counselor at my school, and was delighted to know that with the job I’d like to do in the future (guidance counselor), I can attain any Bachelor’s Degree. All I would need to do afterward is work toward my credentials and maybe a Masters in Counseling. This allows me to pursue whatever I would like in college, whether it be vocal performance, or theater arts. The struggle ensues, however, as I am not quite sure which should be my focus, and which should take second place.

As far as life goes, however, I am quite happy. My girlfriend and I are now living together and it’s quite the adventure.

Ah fuck it, the ramen’s ready. I’ll write later.

[To be continued]

Three months later

So I was gonna start this blog entry with an apology to all my readers for not writing anything sooner until I realized…

I have no readers.

It’s just me, writing for the sake of writing. If one random person so happens to misstep onto my blog and take a gander, so be it. I still don’t have a reader.

But all in all, the past three months have been a bit rocky. Started an old job at my school’s police department, but as of tomorrow, I’m also quitting. Haha, the most painful two months of working I’ve ever endured. Having a 7-day workweek was not what I was expecting. Energy was low, bills were high (how surprising), and I was about to go crazy. It’s okay though, my main job’s starting to treat me okay enough to stick through with them.

Anyway, those 10 pounds that I lost? I gained 5 of them back. . Stress and overworking can do that to a person, and I’m happy to know that I have proof that losing weight without making a big change in your life is possible.

Okay, enough with the banter, I should get back to work. ^_^

Today is a good day!

As of this morning, I’ve lost ten pounds.

Really? What kind of age are we living in???

So earlier today I read on Facebook a post from a high school acquaintance. I knew this girl through mutual friends. Now, she had posted about how she is so upset and that all Mexicans should die and burn in hell because her boyfriend’s car had been broken into.

So first of all, just as a disclaimer: I am not a racist, and I accept everybody for who they are, not their ethnicity.

This post bugged me all day. I mean, I look outside and I see people of all different races co-mingling with one another, and it’s a BEAUTIFUL thing. I myself being an Asian man, I grew up with the idea that one should stick as closely to their own people as possible. Of course, that was just the routine racism/defense mechanism that’s being taught to many children in this world. I grew to love the world though, and the people in it. Yeah, I still make jokes from time to time, but they’re all in good humor.

But really… In this day and age, WHY would racism still exist? This is AMERICA, the land of immigrants! We’re the melting pot of the world, we’ve got at least one person from every other country in the world!

Since I’m on the topic of racism… Some people need to be more sensitive. Now, I have a friend who happens to be caucasian. The other night, I was explaining to some folks about my history and why my people are being hunted to this day. (Refer to: Hmong people… Look it up.)

So this friend of mine decides to try and be funny amidst this serious narrative. He offers his hand to me, so I shake his hand, confused. He smiles an almost devilish smile and says “Thank you for your services.”. This infuriated me! I mean, I just told these people about how the Hmong people helped the CIA obtain information in Laos during the Vietnam War, and that now they’re being hunted for being allies of the US…. And this guy JOKES about it? I just couldn’t take it, so I slapped his hand away and stopped talking. This guy, who was reprimanded for making a joke about “Jews in an oven”, and other very offensive racist jokes. I just have to say this to him: Pray that your enemies have mercy on you when you get punished for one of your racist jokes.

But really… Racism? At this day and age? Ugh.

This is a start to a good summer!

Many a thing to say, but for the sake of being brief, I will shorten it.

First things first, I moved out. I’m now living with one of my best friends, who shall remain unnamed, mostly because I don’t want him finding out that I’m blogging.  ^_^   The apartment’s pretty cozy though, and in a great location, so I’m quite happy about that.

Second of all, because I failed to mention it in the last post, the 2010 Spring semester ended with me playing one of the leads in the Mozart’s “The Magic Flute”. I got to play the role of the cowardly Papageno, and according to a review, did a pretty good job at it.  As if that weren’t enough, I successfully auditioned and landed the role of Mr. Ford in next semester’s opera “The Merry Wives of Windsor”, written by Otto Nicolai (which was actually based on Shakespeare’s play of the same name).

And probably my most beneficial decision: I’ve started Power 90. Yeah sure, people can say “Oh, why not just go P90X? It’s the saaame thing.”  I tell you this: They are most DEFINITELY not the same thing. Being the overweight man that I am (currently), I couldn’t survive half of a P90X workout. It’s just too damn taxing on my body, so I instead opted for Power 90. We’ll see how well this workout regimen will do.

As for plans-in-the-making, I do want to go camping this summer. A summer without camping just seems like a waste to me. A night or two out in the wilderness, and waking up not to the sounds of cars rushing or trains blowing… That’s quite the reward to me.

Added note: I also want to go to Boomtown in Reno, NV for their ENDLESS LOBSTER BUFFET. Mmmmmhellsyeah.

Tell me about you! What’re your big plans for the summer?

Parents. Yeah, I’m blogging about THEM…

So I came home tonight to hear the usual banter of my parents arguing.

Mom: “You need to stop being such a bad person!”
Dad: sarcastically “Yeah, you’re right, I’m such a bad person. Okay.”
Mom: “Stop doing that! You’re not getting the point!”

Having been accustomed to such banter, I usually just close my door and ignore it; but this time, I just got fed up.

Man, I just jumped in there and started doing some marriage counseling… On my own parents. I’m pretty sure that’s something that most kids won’t do. It’s either “Oh, they’ll figure it out”, or “Mommy! Daddy! Stop fighting, it’s my birthday!”.

Nuh uh, not this time. Not with me.

Long story short, I got through to both of them (at least I’d like to think so). We’ll just have to see.

Love is a tricky thing to talk about though. Many people in the world grow up embracing the concept of love, and acknowledging that it exists among another. People on the other side of the world though, don’t share the same look. They believe that love shouldn’t have to be expressed, and that it’s always “beneath-the-surface”, for lack of a better word.

Lots of people will make a mistake, and never ever apologize for it. This occurs in the best of people as well. Maybe it’s the way they were raised, maybe it’s human nature, but either way we’ll never truly know.

Dammit, I lost my chain of thought.

It’s okay though, I said what I needed to say.

Greetings, you.

I’d just like to take a moment and introduce myself.

Wait, this is the Internet; that’s usually not recommended.

In which case, I bid you adieu.