09
2010
09
2010
01
2010
05
2010
2010 and beyond.
another night, another dream, but always you; another year and we’re still doing what we do best
happy new year to everyone involved in, around, above, and beyond this movement. happy new year to you and your family. happy new year friends and supporters. happy new year haters.
its a new year. seize it.
25
2009
FRESHER.
You can’t hold us. You can’t stand the “fresher.”
Someone put that on a shirt. Please.
So into my second semester of my second year and I can’t find a second to myself. I want to vomit on every track that Nemo and Sci throw in my direction, but I don’t have the time to regurgitate the words to do so. However, be aware, the upcoming project is absolute malignancy. Sick. I can diagnose it already. The upcoming months are going to be the same. So as I always say, keep up.
01
2009
the INTERNATIONAL
Hello world.
It has definitely been a while. But don’t think I’ve forgotten you.
TRIANGLE OFFENSE. like I’ve said in the past, is a movement, which despite the handicap of being away from the team, being busy with school, and seemingly without rest, I have managed to keep up with. I mean, I’m sure you guys have caught Finesse and Sci at a show. I’m sure you’ve seen and felt, heard and experienced, the energy and intensity they bring to each and every one of those shows. They have absolutely killed it. And here I am, watching from a distance. Envious of the atmosphere: the sound of the audience’s anticipation, the sweet caress of that bass, the tachycardia that ensues as you speak your first few words of introduction, the fear setting in, everything.
Sci couldn’t have put it any better. Butterflies. Or in my case, dragonflies. I wanted that. I’ve missed it.
01
2009
the RENAISSANCE
Convinced.
Not that I needed convincing.
I’m sure you all have heard of the devastating tropical storm that had recently hit the islands. But hearsay is exactly that—hearsay. Experience and involvement makes the difference. Knowledge and understanding is what brings about truth. A “rebirth” from middle-aged ignorance.
I took it as any other rainy Friday night. Of course I had no intention of going out, I had a plethora of work awaiting my attention. Medical and/or the other. Quizzes. Exams. Practicals. All within the next few weeks. I slept earlier than I normally would with the intention of studying as early as physically possible the next day. I woke up to the sound of rain. I look out the window to see nearly 6 inches of water. Then again, I didn’t wake up as early as I had intended. Nevertheless, I made preparations to study out, since the mere sight of my bed was too painful a temptation. It continued to rain. Now, a foot of water. It was relentless. 2 ft. of water. I had given up on studying out, and began reading. Then in a matter of minutes, I lost power; no internet, no food that didn’t need heating, no ac, nothing. It kept raining. I was stuck in my dorm room for nearly a day and a half. The water outside was at thigh level. I was hot. I was irritable. I was hungry. Feel bad for me? Don’t. Soon enough the power came back on. Soon enough I was cool, calm, and devouring fried chicken like I’ve never had it before. I turned on the television to maybe catch some basketball. While flipping through, I catch the news. I hear of the devastation. I see the faces.
It doesn’t feel good to be safe in your room with everything you need, knowing you can do nothing to help the people who had lost everything they had.
17
2009
The Sign
The takeover is imminent. You can’t stop it. I’m sorry.
This is Adonis, of course, coming to you live from the motherland. I have a pharmacology quiz on Anti-anginal and Anti-hypertensive medication, as well as a presentation for Medicine I on abdominal examinations.
So why am I here?
I’m excited. I’m overwhelmed. I’m here hoping you are too.
This project was, and continues to be the collaborative effort of not only the artists but everyone involved. To see the movement. To see the progress. To experience the music. To feel the appreciation. It’s a wonderful feeling.
A couple of quick stories. If I can.
