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Name: Serina
Birthday: 12/8/1984
Interests: synchronicity, nomadism. death, bravado, old photos. lucid dreams and waking life. quantum physics and the universe. amelie poulain and dave eggers.
Expertise: scatterbrain-ing.
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Member Since:
9/2/2002
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| my cottage in the springtime...
 with the blooming flowers hanging lazily over my head and the lemon trees ripe with lemons for an ice cold glass of lemonade as i walk down the block to the lapping waves and gentle wind keeping me cool from the sun overhead, i think to myself --
i can never take this for granted.
so beautiful!
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| SKYDIVING
there is wind. because of the possible danger, we wait until it dies down, sitting on a couch inside a dingy little hanger. three hours later, and still the wind is strong.
the instructor turns and grins at me with his eyes outlined by a gnarly goggle tan and says, "you ready to go?"
"we're going?" i ask. "even with the wind?"
"yup." he replies.
earlier on he had talked about his various jumps all over the state, in northern california, overlooking monterey bay, another in livermore, and yet another, with a view of the san francisco bay. he's jumped over a thousand times. i take comfort in this.
strapping me onto this uncomfortably tight harness, we start walking towards the plane in this mini-airport.
  i quickly assess my internal state. still pretty calm, all things considered. the airplane is ghett_o. it's an old cessna, i think, with no door and no ceiling, only peeled metal and seatbelts hooked onto the belly of the plane. we strap in, and we're off!
 the view of downtown san diego -- on the other side of the window is tijuana. i'm jumping right at the border, over the coast. it's a beautiful, breathtaking view.
the instructor pulls out his little gadgets and starts strapping things
on. "that's the federal prison," he remarks, pointing at this landmark
down, 10,000 feet below me. he moves his fingers 3 feet to the right.
"that's the state prison. we're going to land right in between."
 "#$%!" surprisingly, i am still pretty calm. i figure that the anxiety won't break out until i'm dangling my feet over the ledge and about to jump. he starts harnessing himself to me and edging me to the door. "you ready?" he asks. i'm totally ready. i'm so fricking zen about it. bahaha.
i cross my arms over my chest, and lift my legs up towards him. "ready?!" he yells, over the wind blowing 90 mph towards us. "ready!" i call back. and suddenly we are hurtling, turning in all angles free falling at 120 miles an hour, and i'm gasping with delight and my ears are popping and i'm so overwhelmed by the view below me.
 "beautiful, isn't it?" he yells at me.
"this is so amazing!" i call back.
we swirl around, and open the parachute and i gaze down below me at the san diego landscape and pretend that i'm flying.
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| Uh, no.
so, i'll confess that i do my weekly visits to http://icanhascheezburger.com and yes, i find some of the pictures wildly hilarious but i think the whole lolcats funny business is starting to rub me in the wrong way. i mean, http://www.cats4fun.com? talk about over_kill. youtube dedicated to feline humor is way embarassing, i'm sorry. i can't believe i'm venting about this. maybe that's what's really embarassing, not any of the aforementioned.
as you can see, my mind is often plagued with deep existentialist issues that address the esoteric nature of our profound universe.
wow, anyway!
i've recently gone back on an active music searching streak. i go through these periods where i just sit on music for a while, and listen to old tracks, but then i go through these spurts where i buy cds and seek out tracks like mad and find things to listen to. right now, i've found i'm in sort of a low key, slow paced sort of mood.
so, i'm looking for music recommendations. anyone?
so far, i've got:
-keith fullerton (ambient drone stuff, love it)
-iron and wine (acoustic)
-low (acoustic)
i'm open to all genres, btw. always up for something new. anything else??
i have another random question. on facebook, does saying that you're interested in both men and women and that you're looking for friendship imply that you're bisexual? or, that you're looking for a friendship with both men and women?
i had this in my facebook profile with the latter situation in mind and my brother just gave me the hardest time about it, ... you jerk.
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| yesterday
i cooked a small fraction of my arm as i was sauteeing vegetables for dinner. the oil spat up on my skin and left these scalding marks. and i keep thinking, dude, this literally is cooked meat. kind of cool in a really grotesque sort of way.
 anyway, i seem to have this theme of posting up my bizarre accidents so this one fits quite nicely. it looks a lot worse in person, because these marks are dark and the light of the room sort of de-intensifies it a little. anyway you get the point. you can eat my arm! bahahah!
i've been slowly getting adjusted to living alone and working in a corporate disneyland amongst thousands of people. so far i've discovered i get a lot more flexibility than the general working public, since given my position as an interaction designer, i quite literally go from place to place interacting with people and picking their brains and that suits me alright.
i also get mistaken for being 16 everywhere i go.
go asian genes!
and then i return home, run along the shores of the beach and watch surfers balance themselves on the board on top of the rolling waves, walk back home and take a long hot shower with the door flung open (just because i can), curl up in my bed and read a book and fall asleep thinking, i can really get used to this, i am getting used to this just fine.
how is everyone?
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in my mind, through the grey folds and zipping neurons is an ocean that
knows no one direction, no pull of a current or the subtle seduction of
wind. but i am always looking for a wooden dock or the shore which
sprawls out and the lapping tides gently kiss the glistening sand over
a perfectly circular moon. i
catch glimpses of land as i float, a wandering pioneer, and dream of
the new world which the salty water dangles before me, the bobbing of
the water pushing me forwards into a promising new future the same time
it sighs and lulls me back into the swirling sea, back and forth, back
and forth, until my soul finds restitution. --
i am alive! just getting settled with the new life here. be back soon.
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