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Name: Belinda!
Birthday: 3/17/1987
Interests: Cows cars and Jesus Christ[!], not necessarily in that order. Compulsively tuning and strumming all of the geetars at Costco. TROJAN FOOTBALL!!! Rolling down the ghetto streets near my house with the windows down screaming, "does your momma know you're doing that?? Because if she doesn't, then you probably shouldn't be doing it!" I bake when happpy.
Expertise: Naming things! and burning my cookies. May I name your cookies? And then burn them?
Industry: Media
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Member Since:
4/20/2003
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| 'SPOT IT LIKE IT'S HOT
I can't not say anything. It is against my nature.
Kick it back old school.
http://belindaliu.blogspot.com
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| CONFESSION
I am going on xanga hiatus for awhile. Depending on the extent
to which I am able to change, this hiatus may be extended indefinitely.
Why? I've realized that I only write to be read. This might
sound obvious, but take it as literally as you possibly can. I
write for the sole and express purpose of being read by someone.
I only write when I want certain people to read certain things. I
have been guilty of censorship, spin, and selective reporting.
Strategic, yes, but journalistically irresponsible. Maybe they
were right when they said that PR and journalism are ideologically at
odds with one another. This entire thing is an elaborate --
subtle -- covert image management scheme. Way to feed the stereotype,
right? Still, somehow, I sincerely hope that they are wrong.
Truth be told, I have intimacy issues. I can't just bear my soul
on some blog and then refuse to discuss with my best friends the same
matters that I have just proclaimed to the entire online world. I
don't like people knowing every single thought that crosses my mind,
every issue that I struggle with, and especially that I struggle at
all. I can't stomach pity, and speculation makes me writhe. I am
vehemently opposed to this whole distance-friendship concept; if you
want to know, then ask me. We have replaced good old-fashioned human
interaction with anonymous peeking into one another's journal windows.
How can one help but feel hopelessly vulnerable? No; if you don't
already know, it's probably because I don't want you to know. Really, I
lead a rather drama-free life; it would be boring to read about.
I trip over things, I marvel at things, occasionally I rant about
things. I don't have anything to hide, but I do appreciate the option
of being discreet.
So.
For all of the above reasons, I am removing myself from the blog
community until I learn to blog in a way that strikes a good balance
between the informative and the genuine. You want a piece of me? Well,
you aren't going to find it here. So call me, fool! 
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| MIDORI FO' FREE!!
You've got to be kidding me.
Midori is "playing second fiddle" to--well, technically for--three
of her students tomorrow night at Alfred Newman Recital Hall. FO'
FREE. Their string quartet is slated to perform as part of an
all-Contemporary program, alongside some string trio and a mixed
ensemble.
I will be at Disney Concert Hall.
Seeing the Les Violons du Roy, NOT fo' free.
SIGH.
She was good at Davies, (my mom fell asleep :D) but I've never seen her
play while sitting down. And I love that she's playing second violin;
first violins are elitist snobs, I should know. But I loved
playing second fiddle to Tiff (who is neither elitist nor a snob),
because I got to flesh out and warm up the harmony without having to
worry about making the melody really sing--which
is good, because my vibrato has always been too shallow to carry
serious melodies. She was amazing at that, too...I used to try to hide
under it, but later I learned to bask in it. Get half of the credit? If
I must. ;D
Okay okay, I'll stop waxing reminiscent. It's sort of pathetic, in a cute kind of way.
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| MY ERO(ICA)!
THE EROICA TRIO IS COMING! eeeeeeeeeek!
Wednesday, February 15th at Alfred Newman Recital Hall. FIVE DOLLARS with your USC I.D...FIVE DOLLARS! I
can't even order take-out for five dollars! I can't see a matinee movie
for five dollars! Heck, probably can't even buy a churro at Disneyland
for five dollars! This is insane! I never got to see them in SF, our
subscription didn't cover it... .
They're also teaching a master class that day from 11 am - 1 pm, but I
have Journ at 12 and I left Peter at home...sigh. That's okay. I'm ensemble-less anyway. I miss the String Quartet! WAHHH!!
Tiff,
Crystal, Ms. Winter and Shuo! I LOVE YOU LADIES. I was so incredibly
lucky to have been able to play with you...you all made my senior year rock.
HOORAY FOR USC!
I am so excited I can't even tell you.
Chamber music has never been so hot.
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p.s. I met Tracie Thoms today! aka Joanne from the movie version of RENT :D :D :D
p.p.s. We got the OK from the U.N.! We are officially in business, hooraaaaaay!
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| DELICIOUSSSS
Oh my goodness freaking gracious...I just had two massive bowls of rice and the most beautiful, oozing oily salted duck egg EVER. I'm serious. WOW.
Oh, and oily and oozing is good,
by the way. That means it's super good quality and extra bad for you
:D This one was so juicy it squirted up at me when I tried to cut
it in half. I somehow managed to plunge my knife right into the heart
of the yolk, and it went SQIIIIIIRT!!! all up on my jammies, the floor,
and my arm. It was SO HOT. . .oil burn. . .!!. . .I screamed. . .for JOY! AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAA!!!
omgomgomgomgomgomg...DELICIOUSSSS!!
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