[ 2003-01-13 | 3:50 p.m. ]


I had a doctors appointment on Friday in which my doctor took a series of analytical tests having to do with my body and current state. As the report stated, my body is 49.2% fat meaning I am the equivalent to the weight of my friend Seda and DeAnna, put together.

As disturbing as that is, Dee, Seda, and I were cracking up really bad when I told them about it.

This will change. In time.

Tiffa, Sean, Franco, and I watched "Juwanna Mann" at my house on Saturday night. The movie turned out to be really funny. I put it amoungst the ranks of "Pootie Tang" or "Down to Earth." Essentially, I end up liking most cheese-filled movies and I'm even a bigger fan of slapstick comedy. I just like movies period.

During the movie Sat. night, the group of us came to a very funny conclusion. Sean has the characteristic traits that Puff Smokey Smoke has, who is a character in the movie.

Franco left us that night and met up with the three of us the next morning at the Leeward Community College Theatre. We had been given the chance to perform "The Sacred Flutes" for the Grand Opening of New Hope Leeward and the whole experience turned out great. A little more then 700 people showed up. They had to put up extra chairs, people were standing in the isles... it was mad craziness but everything worked out. Taniokas catered the event so everyone there got to eat some great local food. There was char siu, mochiko chicken, fish cake, noodles, andagi, ice cream, drinks, and a whole bunch of other good stuff.

The one big thing that all of this led me to sit and analyze is that I've gotten very used to being on stage. There used to be times I'd think about how much I'd like to serve on a worship team or drama team and I'd leave it at a dream because the thought of being on stage really scared me to death.

In eigth grade, a group of friends and I decided to learn two songs on our appointed instruments and play for our end of the year banquet. I played guitar and we learned how to play "Purple Haze" and some Elastica song that I can't remember the title of. When the day came for us to perform, we did so but I remember feeling so uneasy and just wanting to the rush through with the song so that we could get it all over it. Don't get me wrong, I loved it but... the fear of being infront of so many people scared the crap out of me.

I layed off on any more stage presence until the end of my senior year. That's when two friends and I decided to enter brown bags and end our last year with some excitement. We covered a Jejune song that I love and I decided to take it a step further by not only playing the guitar but singing as well. When that day came, we did the best we could but again, I felt crazily nervous and sang while trying not to let the audious see how bad I was shaking.

This semester, I joined ensemble and got used to singing with a group of people on stage. Seeing that I had no real lead parts in any of the chapels or outreach services that we, as an emsemble, have performed at, I didn't get the chance to adjust being on stage alone till I reached the drama portion of my semester. The month of December harbored a lot for me, I did a group drama and then another drama where I had a solo monologue. That taught me how to get past the fear of being on stage alone and knowing that tons of eyes are all on you.

Now I'm in a new season. One that has me serving on a college targeted worship team with Tiffa as the worship leader. Not only am I excited about the opportunity but the fact that my ability to perform is such that I am able to pay due worship to my creator while doing something I love to do.

I guess what I'm getting at is being astounded at people's ability to grow and chance. Thee end.





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2003-07-13, [hello world, I'm back!] - 10:53 a.m.
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2003-01-31, [isn't this a suprize] - 12:47 a.m.
2003-01-30, [still kinda sick] - 2:13 p.m.
2003-01-28, [gone and back again] - 1:58 p.m.


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