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Name: Jed Galsim
Birthday: 10/31/1900
Gender: Male
Interests: hanging out, sleeping, wasting time, all that other stuff i mentioned in my (somewhat) area of expertise, if it tickles my fancy, i'd probably do it if i haven't already.
Expertise: sleeping and wasting time. ok ok...theres also artsy stuff like dance coregraphy, drawing n painting, barista, tryin to play a few instruments ^_^ (tryin), photography, cooking, flirting (haha! im trying to quit...sorta), much more, but i'll leave it at that.
Occupation: Sales
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  Kalatong
Member Since:
5/13/2003
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| Closing in on the last few weeks of teaching a Cotillion, I'm not dreading the end of it as much as I used to. Don't get me wrong, I'm still gonna miss whatever there is to miss (depending on the level of closeness there is/was). But it is the dreaded cycle to do what you came to do over the course of so and so months and then no more. And I'm kinda looking forward to it this time around, cuz i've got another to do right after.
One of my passions is choreographing dances, in this case, waltzes.
When I get this certain 'feel', I close my eyes and imagine what it is that I'm supposed to be looking for. I search and search and then I get that 'feel' again, tugging me in a direction I overlooked. And then I see it...unfamiliar dancing figures responding to the melody that either lingers around me, or in my own mind. Right then and there I furiously , mentally jot down their elegance and detail of every step, turn, projection and control. These dancers are perfect, yet not real, meaning that what I've written down may only work and/or look good if they do it. So now comes the point to put what I have onto real paper aaaaand then into real people. So, you can imagine how a lot of shit may or may not work for many reasons, whether the dancers can take it or not or the move just won't work.
Now comes the part of teaching. Let's say that education is the sword. I, the blacksmith, can make you a durable, sharp ass blade. Fuck, I'll even put some cool Kanji on it that makes you look bad ass. Here's the thing, if your swordsmanship is shit and you don't ever work on getting better, the sword with the cool Kanji was just a waste of blacksmith time and effort. But the blacksmith didn't make the sword just for the fuck of it, he made it so that you have something reliable to protect the Princess.And if all the protectors of the princess have no motivation, the blacksmith loses his motivation to make swords simce theres really no use. LOL, you get the funkin idea. If 'useless' is your style, don't bother showing your face. I don't make swords for letdowns.
That said, thus is the cycle of one of my passions.
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| There I stood, Brigadoon Park. Man, I haven't been to this place in over 13 years! Super renovated and slightly cleaned up, but I can still feel the old Brigadoon feel. The winds blew gently through the same trees as if waving "Hello, welcome back" to me. Cut out and ripped cardboards lying about giving me that nostalgic feeling of racing up the slide hill and coming back down even faster than the last time. And to my left, across the fence was that familiar elementary school, John J. Montgomery. I sure stored up some eventful memories...
My first elementary friends (just the names I can remember): Harjot Bhular, Johnny Mendoza, Minh Vo, Neal Asuncion, John Hernandez, Davis, Julie Ann Madriaga, Ramandeep Bola, Lovedeep, Sari, Louise, Sunday, Emily, Lianne McDonald, Efrin, Teddy, Jeffrey, Johnny, Maria, Sara, ohmayn...lotsa folks I sorta remember only cuz of a memory of better or worse. But all that added up to the place I used to call home...the house on Glengrove.
Mind you, I didnt start out in Glengrove, but thats where I grew up most my life. Thats where I became good buds with Djoanna Paragas and her family. And for the longest time, I believed we were related =P haha, weird. After we all ended up moving out of Glengrove, my first cousins moved back in and revamped the place. We'd party it up every now and then, but eventually they moved out and rented out the place until they finally sold it.
Curiously, last week I google earth the place and couldn't even recognize it... so, after Brigadoon this afternoon, I took advantage of the location and took a slow drive down memory lane...I remember path I took whenever I walked home from elementary, and the exact spot where the bus for Chaboya picked me up, the path home from Silver Creek, walking people home...man. Then I finally got to the house on Glengrove. Uber remodeling from the driveway to the house paint. As I drove past it, I took in a deep breath to take in the drive, then I let it all out and made my way home.
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| Same characters, but a new book.
The story of my life (book 2) is about to unfold...
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| Last Monday, as I got off from doing inventory at 4am, I decided to hit up Carrows. I was super starvin, yo! Where the funk was I supposed to go to get food at 12-3am with 30 mins? So I toughed it out and waited till the ass crack of dawn to get me some quality grub. As I pulled up to Carrows, I also realized that no one was there so I knew for a fact that whatever I ordered would be done super fast, and when I did order, it was just as I predicted. But to cut into what I really wanted to say, I had to start from the foggy toppy top, just so you know where this is all coming from and how it sorta started.
As I waited for my food to get done, I checked to see if there was anything spectacular in the $.50 Claw game machine.... nothing uber, just some colorful bears and sports stuff and a few Disney plushies. But being as delirious as I was, I noticed that there was one half decent brown bear in the middle of it all. The guy was surrounded by the colorful animals and also kinda sunken in a bit deep. I REMIND YOU, I was due for delirium. I thought to myself, "A little more, bear, the weight of everyone else will lift off of you and you will be next. Thats hoping it's you and not the Popeye under you. You may not be shiny or famous, but you're a real type bear, and someone out there likes that, besides myself. Hell, wiggle your way to the top, someone'll notice you sooner than you think. Here, I'll take your picture..."
I was motioned that my sandwich and salad was ready to go. The staff knew I just got off from work, and they understood the state of deliriousness I would be in, but I probably looked real crazy, taking pictures of their machine. Anywho, my body clock is fucked and its 5:42am. Goodnight.
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| I took a multiple stab to the heart yesterday, but it wasn't as deep and painful as I thought it would be. The pain lingered until I returned home and slept it off. I guess I'm reaching the point where something like that doesn't hurt as much anymore, but, man, I can't wait till I don't give a shit. ALMOST there, though. woot.
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