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Monday, February 11, 2008

DNR

My Last Will and Testament:
By Asia's Internet

In case of death, do not resuscitate. I have led a long and tiresome life. I have seen many things. Read many comics...about...dinosaurs. Downloaded, Uploaded until I wanted to *get* loaded. Or at least get this gun loaded. If only I could develop some anthropomorphic internetty arms! I have witnessed too many conversations about friendship points systems. Stumbledupon(TM) too many LOLZ pics and stick figure fighting! I have officially lost the will to live. If and when I flatline, I will attempt to retain the appearance of being alive, so as to fool Asia into thinking something else is wrong until she leaves. Until it is too late. Please do not tell her. If she figures it out, please...PLEASE...beg her to have mercy!

To the phone line, my one companion throughout this ordeal, I leave my best warm wishes. I have also taken the liberty of ordering you a new insertty plastickey thing, as Asia has broken yours from constantly pulling you in and out, in...and out...Farewell my friend. If at all possible, escape into the inpenatrable tangle of cords below the continentally denominated mistress of pain's ensocked feet.

Goodbye, Cruel Web!



Encrypted,

Asia's Internet


Witnessed by: The Fax Machine

The Monitor, Who Sees All

Thursday, January 17, 2008

WOW! (A Superlative Way to Say WHY O WHY!!)

I am ill. BUT! There actually is a WOW factor here: I am watching Ellen right now, and guess what?! Like me, she is sitting with a blanket on her lap and not feeling well! Well, I suppose if I'm going to be sick, I may as well be sick on the same day as Ellen...I guess...

Anyway, I have known I was going to get sick for over two weeks now. How? I am just that good. My sisters got sick a few weeks ago, so I assumed that I, of course, would follow. I am, after all, the one in my family who is always sick! But two weeks later, nothing! Then, several days ago, I told my parents that I felt ALMOST sick, as though something was lying dormant. (Oh wow, a pair of elderly folk are dancing to a Gorrilaz song, haHAhahaHA! I love them!). Anyway, I realized yesterday that the main reason I have been so unwilling to plan anything or go anywhere is that somewhere in the back of my mind I have been planning my imminent illness! I realized this was craziness and that I probably already had whatever illness was going around, and therefore was not going to get it.

Of course, this morning I was proven wrong. I have the most ironic life ever.

Well, just so you're not worried about me, it's mostly just a sore throat, mild achiness kind of thing. But if you want to make me soup, far be it from me to discourage a good Samaritan.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Phobia-Schmobia, This One's too Obvious...

Introversion: the new frontier. Or rather, the deepest space where the boldest man has yet to go...for reals!! I am not going to sit here and type my views on introversion. I am merely here to plug you all into this intriguing article from The Atlantic. It begins--"Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate?" Hmmm... So here you go: http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200303/rauch

If you are truly intrigued, there is a two-page interview that follows. I enjoy the part about finding parties "monumentally boring", as I can truly identify. It is a rather humorous interview AND quite introspective:
http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200303/rauch

If you are an introvert and TRULY love to read about yourself, you may read some of the reader responses to this article. It is one of The Atlantics most hit articles to this day, although published in 2003. A couple of oustanding quotes in these responses include the statement that an introvert "...can be witty, extremely bright and engaging in short bursts," and that "...the most important phenomenon associated with introverts—it is not that they cannot socialize in groups, it is just that it exhausts them to their core to do so." Here's the link for you: http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200602u/introverts/2

Introverts, UNITE!!

P.S. The word of the day is "maladroit", which is how I came across this article.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Nomatophobia

Ok, so I've fallen of the blogging bandwagon a bit, but here I am, so shuttie.

About a month and a half ago, my old drama 2 teacher called me up. You see, last year around this time, I was in a play called "The Foreigner" (WOW, was that a year ago?!). I played the part of of an old Georgian lady named Betty. Before we even began working on the play, the director informed us that some judges from the Elly award committee, part of SARTA (the Sacramento Area Regional Theatre Alliance) would be coming to a couple of our shows and judging us. All I was told was that it was like the Oscars of community theatre, which I thought was pretty darn cool. So, the judges came on random nights; however, as it turned out, they came on our WORST nights.

So, graduation came and went, summer vacation was flying by, and I was spending most of my time volunteering in a Bible education work, when I recieved this phone call. Here it is in a nutshell:

Mr. Johnson: So, Asia, you remember that those Elly judges were coming to watch the performances?

Me: Yeah?

Mr. Johnson: Well, overall, Del Oro High was nominated 10 times. And you were nominated for best supporting actress.

After this, the conversation is fairly untypeable, as it consists mostly of squeals and jumping up and down. Yes, I had pretty much forgotten about this whole Elly deal. So I (almost) dieted, bought a new dress, new shoes, tried to tame my hair, and dragged my family down to the Crest theatre in Sacramento for the 4 hour awards ceremony, which was last night. It had occurred to me that this whole deal was just some kind of scam (though my ticket was free, as a nominee), that it wasn't as formal as I thought, and that there wouldn't be as many people there as I thought. However, when I got there, I was blown away. The theatre was packed, everyone was dressed to the nine's, and I could see that this thing meant alot more to some people than I had expected. Mrs. Johnson (who helped design the set and costumes) told me there were seats reserved for my family and I with all the other people from Del Oro. A couple of the nominees from D.O., Andrew Dominitz and Randi Stevenson, couldn't be there, as they are in college far away, but their parents were there to represent them. So, the ceremony began with speeches and a racy bit from "Chicago". As my category neared closer and closer, my tension grew unbearably. I told my sister I had decided not to win, and even had her pass it on to my mom.

As far as I knew, I was against a girl with the last name of Steel, who was nominated for her part in "Steele Magnolias", and against Randi Stevenson, one of my fellow castmembers; however, when the announcer began listing the nominees for my category, there were more than just those. That was when I truly resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't going to win. I only hoped that Randi would win so Del Oro (which is very new in this whole drama thing) would win something. After all, as they say, "it's an honor just to be nominated!" It was just in this second, as I had come to terms with losing, that I heard "And the Elly award goes to...Asia Sanchez!"

I'm pretty sure I shook the whole row of seats I was in. I have never been so shocked in my life. I couldn't even comprehend...was that MY name? The thing is, as I had been sitting in my seat prior to my internal resignation, I had been unable to decide if I was more afraid of losing or if my nerves were due to the fact that the winners had to make a speech (which I hadn't known) which I hadn't prepared for! I was severely worried that I might have to walk all the way down there and onto the stage and across it and make a speech! And now I DID have to! I stumbled through my row as the spotlight controller found me, almost fell down the stairs, and tripped a little when I fell out of my shoe on the way down the rampart. I ran up the stairs onto the stage, almost missed the guy who gave me my plaque AND the announcer who gave me the winning envelope. I went to the podium and said:

Me: K, seriously someone coulda told me I had to say something.
(Audience Laughter, thank goodness)
Announcer behind me: You have to say something.
Me: Thanks.
(More Audience Laughter)
Me: Um, so I just want to thank Mr. Johnson for encouraging me to keep acting, and...my family, and Mrs. Dominitz for seeing the old lady I really was.

As I was leaving the stage, the announcer chose that moment to say he wasn't hearing enough thank you's for SARTA and the Elly judges. I was so shooken up about that, that I couldn't remember who else I had forgotten until too late: My cast! How could I forget my ensemble cast!? Well, I thought, someone else from D.O. will win and do it. Little did I know I would be the only winner of Del Oro's 10 nominations! I felt terrible! Not only did those who had worked just as hard as me not win, but I had forgotten to thank them! This put quite a damper on the whole experience.

However, I'll never forget the excitement of that evening. I kept hugging my plaque, as I have too many times dreamt about similar things and woken up to dissappointment. I literally had my sister pinch me (I've always wanted to do that) to make sure.

Well, I got my night at the Emm--I mean Elly's. As much as I enjoyed it, I'm going to try to not let this make me lose my focus on my recent goal of increasing my time in the above-mentioned volunteer work. As happy as I am about this acknowledgement of all my hard work, in the great scheme of things, it is a truly small and temporary happiness.

Well, that was long! See, that's what happens when you put off writing for too long of a time!