AfternoonToast

2009-05-14T03:33:00.000-07:00

I promise. I promise that wherever you go, I will too. Into the dark, to the end of the world, wherever, I don't give a fuck.

to where you are

2009-05-12T02:12:00.002-07:00

I hope you find serenity and carry a well packed heart wherever you go. God speed and good luck.

to where you are

2009-05-12T02:12:00.001-07:00

Party and bullshit

2009-05-09T02:28:00.000-07:00

I'm not gonna lie, I had a shit load of fun growing up. I had and still have an awesome family as well as the best friends I could ever ask for. I've always had a head made of steel, stubborn with poor malleability; unable to adopt any ideas conflicting with my own. Lots of fun, too much fun. High school went by quick, great times, good laughs. When I was little I had everything (almost) I asked for, my parents busted ass to do their best to make me happy. I'm way past that age now and it's time to return the favor. Growing up is hard to do but hey, we all have to do it sometime, right? I live a blessed life with people who deserve the utmost praise. From family to friends, everyone that falls under either category has continually shaped me. The gratitude I owe to all is beyond the point of thanking. It is beyond words, adjectives and letters as well as an attempt to string together perfect phrases. I'm done trying to grow up. I am GOING to grow up, for the sake of myself and everyone I owe it to.

2009-05-07T02:38:00.000-07:00

two posts.
one night.
too many thoughts.
i think it is with a certain freedom of the mind that we as individuals evaluate each and every situation. we chase because without the chase, there is nothing. no substance or meaning to who we are or who we are meant to be. the mere idea that my existence may be in vain scares the living daylight out of me. so what do i do? i chase like the road is endless, no bottom, no walls, just endless potential. it is tiring and abuse; mentally and physically. in this life though, masochism goes rewarded for such punishment toward a greater purpose. stay hungry, stay foolish? Fuck no. without the hunger we have nothing. what good is a life that has been fulfilled, one that has tackled every item on the checklist? the answer: that life is not a very desirable one. i think that's part of the fun in life, creating a checklist which knows no bounds nor an end. life is an all you can have buffet which supplies as much as you can handle, and shit, I'm finna take as much as I can. this very moment in time, where you sit, your physical stature, it is all temporary. the word permanent is a paradox in its own. nothing is ever permanent. nothing. whether it be the physical or spiritual nature of something, it all dissipates with time. time is precious and that checklist is waiting for you to stab at it furiously with a pen.

begin.

2009-05-06T23:47:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, people run as fast as they can to their goals. Running so fast, head up. I'm talking so fast that the wind is making hair flail everywhere, flaring dresses and shirts up. Suddenly though, flesh and body meet gravel and failure. Why? Head so high up in the fucking clouds, can't see what's down at shoe level. Trip over some dumb shit that is far from inevitable. Run fast, but run with caution. Look everywhere. Down, up, left and right. The smallest things can become the biggest knot when overlooked.

2009-05-03T13:53:00.000-07:00

So, I was at work the other day when this very short woman walked in. She proceeded to browse through the store like any other normal patron would. When she finally came up to the counter I greeted her with the usual smile, asked her how her day was going, etc, etc. After I finished bagging up her purchase I told her what I usually tell all the customers, "Have a nice day". What she replied caught me a bit off guard, "and you, have a blessed life". Without thinking much about what she said, I responded with "I'll try my best". Again, her response caught me by surprise, "It's not about trying. It's about doing".

Doing > Trying.

2009-04-30T04:14:00.000-07:00

I really can't think of what to write about.
It's 4:30 in the AM and I'm wide awake. My sleeping pattern is non-existent. I have no internal clock. I miss everything. I miss the way things used to be. I miss Taiwan. I miss my friends. I miss high school. I hate having to be in the predicament I'm in. I hate not knowing what's going on. I hate that everything at home is in disarray. I hate uncertainty, it's a female trait and I, obviously am not a female. But hey, bitching about things isn't going to get anything done so, fuck it. I'm going to do something about it and not keep whining about it.

good bye, twats.
I'm only (half) kidding

2009-04-27T04:35:00.000-07:00

What's good folks? Been a minute, I apologize for the inconsistency with my blogs. Ross came home for a couple of weeks, spent damn near almost every day with him. After Ross left for the Navy, I learned to not take any of my friends for granted so I dedicated most of my spare time hanging out with him. Stay safe man, miss you already, yes homo. As for the rest of my life, nothing eventful has really been poppin off. A lot of the same things day in and day out but I think I'm okay with that. For now. Summer school should help me get back on track. I don't plan on spending more time than I have to at PCC, in and out of there for me. I'm a motherfucker with a plan, you feel me? I've heard too many stories about clowns getting stuck at PCC for years and I'm not down for that. I need a job that'll stack my paper up HARD. They say money can't buy happiness? Whoever that quote originated from was probably poor, admiring some dude rolling hard in a brand spankin new BMW. Anyway, I hope everyone's doing well or at least decent.

peace

What's good

2009-04-09T14:39:00.000-07:00

I know I haven't been blogging much recently so here's a run down of what's been going on.
To start, Kevin Kuo and I just started coaching a youth soccer team at the Y... neither of us really knows how to play soccer. Well, I know how to dribble and pass a little bit but that's about as good as it gets. Failure? Hell no, we finna win that championship. We have this kid who just wants to do the splits all day long (the team's made up of 7-8 year olds) and all of them run around the ball. I think the balls' got some sort of gravitational pull on the kids. When the ball goes soaring across the gym (it's indoor soccer) they all go chasing after it. Real cute. I think this is something that'll really help me break out of my routine or... it could just add on to it. Seems promising and pretty fun though, I love working with little kids sooooo yea.
what else.............................
oh yeaa. me and kevin recently started bike riding so if you see some handsome bandits riding dirty on their bicycles, don't be alarmed. it's just me and kevin. If you have a bike and would like to go riding dirty with us, PLEASE let me know. It's seriously a shit load of fun as well as good exercise.
Anyway, I think that's everything that's worth mentioning.
Catch you kids laaaaaaaaater.

2009-03-23T17:53:00.001-07:00

i'm a million miles away from no where sinking to new lows
on the opposite side of the greener grass, where all the weeds grow
what i'd do for a nice bed of green grass, the wind in my hair
but even with you i can't begin to tell or share
because i know deep down inside it's all in vain
where the weeds grow tall and my dreams have been slain
i'm safer down here beneath wet clay and earth
where even ridicule, hatred and racism can't be heard
these walls are thin but god they don't need to be thick
with such enclosed spaces they'd make claustrophobics sick
closed quarters just big enough to contain my body
the place where egos, big money and fame begin to start rotting
see i'm safe down here beneath thin wooden walls
more seclusion here than solitary bathroom stalls
at first it may not be such a pleasant feeling
with your body dead asleep and your mind still writhing
i'm closer here to anyone than i'll ever get to be
where souls don't walk or talk, they don't get to see
and it gets to be lonely down here but it's better than six feet up
people there don't care, they don't care if you're stuck
so i'm glad i'm here six feet below the surface
down here, it's dead quiet, where i can afford to be worthless

Hello

2009-03-17T12:08:00.000-07:00

Violinist in the Metro

This is an incredibly sad story which gave me chills. It is a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people.

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning.
He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace.
He collected $32.
When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it.
No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats average $100.

Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?

My additional thoughts would only be that so many people do things because they are "fashionable" that they forget to look at things with their own eyes, listen with their own ears, and appreciate anything with their own hearts.

Source: WashingtonPost.com

Brian Trimboli

THINGS MY SON SHOULD KNOW AFTER I’VE DIED

I was young once. I dug holes
near a canal and almost drowned.
I filled notebooks with words
as carefully as a hunter loads his shotgun.
I had a father also, and I came second to an addiction.
I spent a summer swallowing seeds
and nothing ever grew in my stomach.
Every woman I kissed,
I kissed as if I loved her.
My left and right hands were rivals.
After I hit puberty, I was kicked out of my parents’ house
at least twice a year. No matter when you receive this
there was music playing now.
Your grandfather isn’t
my father. I chose to do something with my life
that I knew I could fail at.
I spent my whole life walking
and hid such colorful wings.

Fucking beautiful.

2009-03-13T14:41:00.000-07:00

What's good? Life's good. Making money, not trying to spend too much of it. A few steps closer to copping my car. Maybe take a certain girly out on a date and show her a good time, haha. ;) Who the fuck knows. I like life this way, not knowing. Nothing's ever constant, change is good. I've been lifting a lot more. I don't know where I find the strength to lift after work but, oddly enough, I do. I think it's a combination of the delusion + adrenaline combined together. Whatever, it's cool, bitch. hmmm. I'm really happy with work, I like meeting all the people, talking to em, all that jazz. It's a job where I can be me and not have to warp it too much. School is almost over, this coming week is finals and I am peacing the fuck out of pomona. Revenge will be the best success, just watch me cunt. Playin. anyway, hope all is good with those who keep up with my blog. Oh yeah, Vicky's back!

Peace and love
-Eric

omgwtfbbq

2009-03-05T18:49:00.001-08:00

So last night I marinated some tri-tip and I grilled up tonight for dinner.
My god, that shit was bomb. This week has been excellent! Did well on my essay, everyone laughed when I read it out loud. I like making people laugh. I had my econ midterm today and to be honest, I didn't study and I'm more than sure I did better than when I do study. Hrm. Things are looking up, I actually find work to be fun. I hope this blog entry finds you all in a good mood.
and if you aren't in a good mood,

http://www.strangeplaces.net/weirdthings/travel.html

That is all!
good bye.

2009-02-28T13:32:00.000-08:00

Random thoughts and things for the day.
Thanks for telling me about stumbleupon Mell!
I know, I'm late on the boat but whatever, suck it.
Enjoy.

wutevawutevawuteva

2009-02-25T17:18:00.000-08:00

You know what I think of success? I couldn't give a fuck less. it sucks too much stress, i guess. playing. But, on that Jay-Z tip, I've been writing a lot more stuff to lay down with Andy and that makes me happy. I fell off my rhymes for a minute now. Started jotting stuff down the other day in class and I haven't been able to stop since. I took a nap today, I've basically spent my entire day in bed. What woke me up was a phone call from Famima!! (two exclamation marks, please.) Ryan said I start on Monday, pretty excited to stack my cake up. Schools over in a couple of weeks, can't wait. Hm, what else. Pretty done with girls, the person I'm talking about probably won't even read this sooooooooooo, wutevawutevawutevawuteva. Even if you are reading this you probably don't think this is about you so LOLOL. I realize that my efforts are probably better spent on other things, not girls. I'm probably lying to myself but for the time being, it's the truth! (head nod). Anyway, hope everything is going good with the few of you who DO read thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
peace out, smoked trout.

2009-02-23T03:14:00.000-08:00

remember to never take your friends for granted.
think about what you're doing with every sip of alcohol.
you're not consuming alcohol.
the alcohol is consuming you.
i'm falling further from everyone and everything.

...

2009-02-17T01:22:00.000-08:00

while my friends are shooting for beer pong at parties, i'm shooting basketballs at the gym. disconnected? you bet. i've been questioning myself more and more about my morals, not drinking, hell, i haven't even smoked in a few weeks now. i find myself drifting more and more from everyone and consequently, that leads to a disconnect with other things. i'm out of the loop on jokes, events, all because of my lack of want for drinking. in high school i guess it was okay because well, i mean, what else was there to do except hang with my friends? but now that i'm in college i find myself getting disgusted with this little 'social atmosphere' that can only be formed in the presence of alcohol. consequently, i miss out. trust me, it's not like i've never wanted to just pound a few beers. i just don't find it to be essential when it comes to socializing. obviously, i'm wrong because i've been feeling this way for quite a while now. if this comes off as me saying that my friends drink all together too often, no. this is about me feeling disconnected and out of place. i find nirvana in basketball, weights and, music. lately i've found myself trying desperately to fit back in as if i have something to prove to my friends. even though they're my friends, i feel like some part of me has lost their approval. i don't know what it is. some things just aren't the same, they've changed and i feel like it's not for the better. now that i think about all the times i got blunted, i wonder why. yea, shit was fun when i was lit but afterward, what was gained, no less, no more than where i was before. i lied, maybe more full than i was before but that's beside the point. i'm a damn fool and now i realize how hard i was trippin, i don't drink cause it's not necessary to have fun. to think, there i was for a while getting blunted laughing shit up. what a fucking hypocrite i am, gross. that's why i've stopped. well, that and, it brings me down physically. where do i stand now? i don't really fucking know but it's not on two feet for sure. i need to find some footing and figure out the pieces to this puzzle. i don't know where i am, i don't know where i'm going, fuck. to sum it up, i'm lost.

What the F$#@!?

2009-02-11T23:41:00.000-08:00

So, to update those of you who actually read this thing. I'm dropping out of cal poly after this quarter. Makes sense economically. Right now I'm basically paying $5500 a year to complete GE's when I can be doing that at PCC. Cal Poly is whack as fuck. The campus blows, met some cool people but, all in all, it's not the college experience I see myself enduring for 4 years. With that said, I'm taking next quarter off all the way until fall.

In other news, I had an interview for Famima today. Hopefully I'll be working within the next couple of weeks. My car has gone to shit so that was the final little shove I needed to make me get a job. I'm really looking forward to taking this fat break from school. I've been pretty fed up with it. I really don't like school. I'm pretty sure a lot of you know that though.
anyway, I hope everyone else is doing good, peace.

-eric

2009-02-02T02:14:00.000-08:00

because really, i'm not trying to fix loose ends or make amends
but this is more of a realization to myself, for being such a bitch.
dear you,
you used to be so dedicated to what you loved
you know, writing rhymes and cookin up good grub
what the fuck happened to you and your sense of self
really now, look at your swagger, you need to seek help
i'm not talking psychiatric, i mean help from yourself
if i were you, which i am, i'd be concered for your health
you need to have an epiphany, like, the biggest one in history
cause fuck, you're making me look bad, take a glimpse and hopefully
you'll see
even i'm embarassed and i'm not looking from the outside,
i'm looking in
to clean yourself up?.. fuck man
where do i begin?
maybe we should start with how lazy you've become
your work ethic has become worse than that of a bums
it's like you're trying to play ps2 when you've got no thumbs
come on seriously, i know you're not dumb
i know you've got that sense of direction inside you
because i am you and that deep down you know the truth
you're better than this, come on, where's the ambition?
fuck last time i checked werent you trying to get out of this position?
is there really a reason you're paying so much for your college tuition?
questions like damn, did your mind go on vacation to go fishin?
i'm not trying to bring you down; i'm trying to do the opposite
but really, you smell that shit? tell me, what is it?
oh that's just your face buried deep inside your ass
need to pull it out before you get killed from the gas
but hey seriously
i'm just trying to write to you to say,
dear you, you need to wake up
because reality is everyday
and life isn't made up

happy chinese new year

2009-01-25T19:34:00.001-08:00

It is evident that with each passing day, a sense of despair is building. Ah, the terrifying beauty of routine, meant to be broken. I've been doing nothing much in recent days, slumping around to a drumbeat of broken chords and singular rhythms that would make any musician pull their hair out. I have been marching to the same fucking drum for too long. I'm not really sure how to go about fixing this situation but the daily occurrences which I endure are pushing me toward the edge of insanity. It has been punching me in the balls everyday. This sense of normalcy in regards to a tendency for routine is a giant pile of suck. Something needs to be done. PS, the title of this post was completely irrelevant to its contents.. SOS!

Oddly enough, things look beautiful when they're on the verge of destruction

:]

2009-01-21T12:00:00.000-08:00

These past few weeks have been awesome. Vegas with the homies was dope even though I had to lay the hammer down at night time. Terribad's, 3 strikes, all that shit, thanks guys, it was mos def a memorable trip. Finally the weather has decided to stop being so beautiful, it's supposed to rain today or tomorrow? One or the other. I don't know. Aside from these past few weeks being absolutely great, I can't sleep much as of late. I find myself skating around my block in the wee hours of the morning. It's cool though, I get to enjoy the early morning sky and not have to worry about much. That is of course except, not getting any sleep and being completely fucked for the following day. The sky's a tripppp at 4 AM, the clouds are fucking phenomenal to look at, I recommend looking at least once if you haven't before. Anyway. I have a shit load of cramming to get in today. Catch you kids later.
-Eric

2009-01-14T22:52:00.000-08:00

Everyone's got skeletons in their closets. We lie about them but everyone knows. It is a truth that is not addressed often enough. When we lie about our demons, we lie not only to others but, ourselves. Face your fears, it's much easier said than done. Being able to face your fears eye to eye and say 'fuck you' right in its face. I want to be able to do that. I'm sure everyone wants to be able to do that. But, it's so hard. We struggle enough with daily life. Who has the reserve energy to combat demons after all that shit at the end of the day? Opening the closet and dealing with those skeletons is not an easy task. It's a task that seldom to no people ever want to take up. I don't. But hey, I'm taking the first step and addressing it. You should too.

:)

2009-01-12T14:16:00.000-08:00

Taking a break from my essay, writer's block up the butt butt right now. It's pretty crazy how nice the weather has been these past few days. Get out and do something, don't spend it in the confines of your house, don't stay inside! This all does seem a bit hypocritical as I am... at home..writing an essay. Fail. Anyway. Just thought I'd take a minute to note on how nice the weather is out.
Hope all is well everyone,
Eric

2009-01-07T16:09:00.000-08:00

So, yesterday was my first day of school for the new quarter. Tuesdays and thursdays 8-3. 4 day weekend ftw. I have econ, english and intro to music. My english and music classes should be fairly interesting, my english professor seems like he really loves what he does. I love it when I get professors who love what they're doing. The same can be said for my music teacher. She is very friendly and seems full of energy and joy. This class makes me want to reteach myself how to play piano, I think I'm going to start fiddling around the piano again. I want to learn how to play 'What Sarah Said' on the piano, goal for this class. Life lately, aside from school, has been slow, but hey, it is what it is. How's everyone else doing? I want to hear from you guys.

2009-01-02T14:40:00.001-08:00

All good things come to an end. I'm sorry I did what I did but it was what I had to do. I hope this proves to work out for the both of us, no matter the outcome. My last intention is to kick you out of my life. I want us to be friends when the time is right and we are both ready. I hope you can understand.

2008-12-30T04:11:00.001-08:00

what is the inevitable? is it a force which cannot be stopped? or a force that is so intimidating that we tell ourselves it is incapable of being derailed? the inevitable is bullshit. fate is bullshit. no one but ourselves author our own life.

2008-12-22T14:18:00.001-08:00

Everyday of break is the same. I sleep late and wake up late, getting preeeetty ridiculous, yo. I think I need to do a slight bit of adjusting to my sleeping schedule. This can not be good for me. Anyway, I'm back to putting studs in my ears, my ears closed really quickly. I look strange, haven't worn studs since freshman year or so.. I'm going to vegas from the 25th to the 27th with all my family friends. They go a lot yet in all the time they've been going, this is the first time I'll be going. Should be dopeeeeeeeeeee. Well, that's really all I've got to say para now. Update you kiddies later

back

2008-12-17T15:04:00.000-08:00

I know, I know. I haven't blogged in quite a bit. I've been real busy with a lot of things, school being the primary culprit. Finals were a lot better than I had expected them to be, really happy with how that turned out. I took my gauges out a couple days ago, trying to turn a new leaf. Three years was long enough. If I'm going to be serious about getting a job, this is the first step. Sorry I sound real monotonous, I just don't know what to write about, so much has occurred since I last blogged and I'm now just realizing it. Anyway, I hope everyone has a safe and pleasant break/christmas/newyears, etc, etc.

-eric.

2008-11-08T04:20:00.000-08:00

It is only in the last couple of years that I have succumbed to my failures. My failures as a son, and to my greatest disappointment, my own self. All through out my life, I never gave a second thought to much of anything. I had neither a perspective nor a decent approach to a feasible means of securing a future that would entail what I had always dreamed of. Motivation was no where to be found and hid no where except in the figments of imagination I had drawn in invisible ink. For too long I walked around seething with pride, filled with thoughts of elation that had been injected through a syringe of false hope and a lack of direction. So badly I wanted to show the world who I was but, little did I know, I possessed very little to exhibit.

Slowly but surely, I am learning more about myself, authoring my own tales in mute. This time around I am illustrating not with invisible ink but instead, inking the pictures in with vibrant reality. I am keeping my mouth shut until I have a reason to open it. My head will hang low until I find myself worthy enough to raise it again. This shame will do me some good, it will humble my residency for the idiocy which I previously hosted so arrogantly. Where I am finally finding the courage to accept my present and past failures is in itself. For far too long I have spoon fed myself someone else's fable and not that of my own.

The malleability of change corresponds to willpower (this excludes the inevitable). For the change I wish to see but cannot, I have only myself to blame. From here on out, the only direction that I will allow myself to follow is the one pointing up.

Election day

2008-11-04T11:54:00.000-08:00

Change is here. Our first black president. It's beautiful. Enough of the republican party's bullshit antics and enough fuckery from George Bush.

2008-10-27T20:54:00.001-07:00

gaining momentum to never look back
it all looks so beautiful ahead, money stacks
positive emotions and positive vibes
make for
absolute devotion and well spent tries
swapping out regular for criss cut fries
these are the choices you make that never lie
all that fate resting within the palm of your hands
so much power and control only you can understand
and it's so easy to see if you'd only broaden your horizon
instead of wasting your life, try to make time well spent
don't trek through life with your heart half open
and your willpower unspoken
you will fail miserably to find that gold token
the claim that you quest to stake
will go buried if you dont do whatever it takes
to do what is right as opposed to what you want
because life calls for more than all that you've got
it doesnt rest its shoulders on weak assumptions
it rests on bold statements and breaking caution
struggling to find an answer to an ambiguous question
only you can find out why the fuck it is you're stressin.

The weekend

2008-10-26T13:50:00.000-07:00

This weekend was a good one. Spent Friday - Saturday in Irvine. Went to Justin's little kickback which basically turned into a party. After his party, we rolled to Famima where I laughed the hardest I had in a while. Needed that. Back to bullshittin', studyin, grindin and gettin grimey with the books. Fuck.

Rawad's serious about his work.

ha

2008-10-21T20:16:00.000-07:00

Whoever said
"Money can't buy you happiness"
is a fucking liar.

fuck, man.

2008-10-17T01:39:00.000-07:00

My life is fucking boring.
Fuck school.
Fuck not seeing my friends anymore.
Fuck being broke.
Fuck not being able to see my girlfriend as much as I'd like.
Fuck rich people.
Fuck routine.
Fuck.
FUck.
FUCk.
FUCK.

I'm such an optimistic person.

8)

2008-10-14T22:28:00.000-07:00

I FINALLY got around to installing my lights today! Thank you SO much for the hook up Tim, this kit is amazing. It took a while to figure it out but it really is pretty simple. Wil came over to help and Rawad (Thanks to the both of you) came over when we were almost done with it. Some of the spots were really difficult to get to because the screwdriver was much too large (insert /that's what she said) so Wil and I made a quick run to Kragen. The lights came out beaaaaaaaautiful. I'm very happy. And on top of that, I dominated the hell out of my Food Science Test, BYAAAAAAH.

Pictures:

help.

2008-10-12T14:48:00.000-07:00

Somebody please get me out of here.

Ahhhh

2008-10-09T02:13:00.000-07:00

Today was really slow for me. I was at school from 12-5. Wednesdays are always my busiest days, I have 3 classes with a 10 minute gap in between each of them, the walk to each is hellish. I got home around 6, Kristen and I argued but it got resolved and that was that. At 7 or so, I went over to kKuo's to meet up with Norman and kuo. We headed to Riverside to visit Jenn and Karen (alphabetical order!). We got lost as SHIT on the way there because Karen Tran cannot give directions to save her dirty Vetnamees ass. It was super chill though, ate some PHO VINAM (sup Norman?), hit up ten ren's and picked up some lightbulbs for Karen's room because apparently she's been lightless for a while. It was fun, good times for sure. Glad I went to Riverside today, school has got me stressed out lately, not that it's difficult in anyway it's just so cyclitic for me. I've really begun to question myself career wise, I still want to be a chef but there are so many obstacles that aren't worth conquering (in my opinion). Today was good though, going to Riverside helped take my mind off things for a bit. Thanks for showing us around Jenn and Karen (and getting us lost for quite a bit...)!
That's it for now.

Routine

2008-10-06T00:31:00.000-07:00

My life has become a myriad of well... nothing. This is what my week consists of. Dicking around at school, going to the gym, kicking it at Famima from time to time and not much else. My weekends are basically all I look forward to, seeing friends and Kristen. I actually get excited when I discover new music... I need to find something to mix things up. :( On the bright side.. I can't wait for Laker season to start. Bynum looks big as HELL now, boy lifted them weights. We'll get em this season. ;D

DOPEEEEEEEE

2008-09-30T23:54:00.001-07:00

Yesterday and today were both DOPEEEEEEEE as hell! Yesterday I surprised Kristen for her birthday. Drove down to Irvine, had her roommate and Fran help me out. It turned out just how I wanted it to, mos def glad I went down to do it, worth it :)..

Today was just as dope as yesterday! Saw Murs perform (Wil and Lola didn't..... LOLOLOLuh... get it? LOLOLOLA~~~~~~~~~~~~~) It was crazy, we were literally the last people in line to get our shit signed, I guess we can attribute that to Lola and her thirst. Got posters signed, one for me and one for my bro, thanks for getting the other poster signed, Wil. Got a group shot with the crew along with Murs, two of them! I really didn't like the new Murs album, I'm not gonna lie. Hearing him perform some of it live changed my mind though. ( wish you were there, KKuo :( ) Anyway, it's picture time, bitches!

Dazed and confused.

2008-09-28T22:06:00.000-07:00

So the last few days have been.... interesting. Famima getting held up, Kristen's birthday party, my brother's birthday, Kevin's birthday. All these events happening in the past few days. Kristen and my brother's birthday are both tomorrow and I can't make it out to Irvine to see Kristen. :( Gay. School is starting off very slowly. I hope it picks up.... A LOT. Overall, this weekend was pretty good. Got to hang out with Kristen Friday-Sunday along with Jenn and Evan, a mini jam sesh at Wil's, sweeeeeeeeeet.
Pictures;

Baby steps.

2008-09-25T21:48:00.000-07:00

Today was my first day of college and it was less than eventful. My class was supposed to run from 1-2:50 but, we got out 40 minutes into the class. I assume that's how most of my classes will be for the first meeting. Too early to say how it's going to pan out.

hmph.

2008-09-22T18:23:00.001-07:00

I'm stuck in the middle of 'nowhere' and 'somewhere'.

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2008-09-21T18:36:00.001-07:00

Yesterday morning, I woke up at around 745 to get to Kristen's house. We got to Irvine at around 10 or so and moved in her things. Shit was maaaaaaad tiring, I had a monster but it did not aid me in any way whatsoever. I was on the verge of just taking a fat nap. Luckily, I didnt. We went to lunch at 1 or so in the cafeteria, bleh. Good luck with that Kristen, hehe. At 5, we headed to Newport since it's like a 10 minute drive to go eat at The Crab Cooker. There was a 20-40 minute wait for our seats so Kristen, Marissa, Brittany Chew and her sister decided to walk down to the beach. It SMASHES on Huntington and it's odd because it's on the same stretch of beach. Definitely going to Newport next time. Huntington blows after that. We walked back to the restaurant and ordered. That meal definitely made up for the one we had earlier in the day. Kristen was missing a few things so we had to go to best buy/office depot among several stores. After her parents left, we went to Yogurtland, I dropped her off and headed home. Got mad thoughtful/sad on the way home but it's all gravy. Luff u bb. I stopped by Famima!! to say what's up to Rawad. Anyway, here are the pictures from today.

I left my heart in Taiwan

2008-09-19T20:24:00.001-07:00

I really, really, fucking miss this.

Surreal.

2008-09-18T23:19:00.000-07:00

As tonight crept to an end and I left my friends, it set in. That slight hint of sadness mixed with anticipation and excitement found its way into my thoughts. Finally, all of us (Will and Lola aside) are embarking on our journeys. I'm sad for what is behind but more excited for what is to come and I am sure that's how most of us feel right now. Freedom, independence, more alcohol than usual, all await. The portal for socialites to fulfill their potential has opened. For those who are somewhat socially awkward, it is a chance among chances to change that. I am personally thrilled with the fact that I will be meeting entirely new people and be granted a clean slate. However, I am more excited for the incorporation of the new friends I make with those of the past. I know that no group of friends I make is ever going to be as good as the one right now but I am excited nonetheless. Good luck to everyone. You have my blessings (though I don't know what good that will do, you have them).

2008-09-18T15:10:00.001-07:00

So yesterday was interesting. Went to Burbank to be a part of a live audience for the taping of Last Call. For those of you who don't know, Last call is a talk show with Carson Daly(original host for TRL, dated JLove and Tara Reid). The group was Kevin Kuo, Wil Bonucci, Fran, Patrick and, myself. We (well, Wil, Patrick and I) went because Anthony Green was performing (ex singer for Saosin, current singer for Circa Survive and head of his own solo porjects). We weren't disappointed. Anthony Green is fucking amazing live, I'm glad I went and that I knew about it. Though everyone had a good time, the AC in the studio was fucking RIDICULOUS in the sense that it was WAY too cold. By the end of the show, everyone had to pee a river. After I got back from Burbank/LA, I headed out to meet Kristen's church friends. That was interesting as well. Anyway, the pictures won't upload right now so I'll upload them later when my phone decides to cooperate.

just another day

2008-09-15T00:20:00.000-07:00

Woke up at 230 today, got bitched out by my mom. I laughed while she bitched which made her bitch even more. Then more bitchdom. Bitched all the way until I left for the mall/target with Kuo and Norman. Screwed around, went to the gym and Famima. Thanks for the hot dog Rawad! I should be Haloing at ATom's right now but I'm too lazy. :(
<3 You, Norman.

good weather. part deux.

2008-09-13T02:51:00.000-07:00

Today was really chill. Woke up and it was awesome weather again. It was chilly for the first time in a long time. I need to stop waking up so late (at 2). Worked on my longboard and Kristen came to visit me. We chilled, ate dinner then I left for Famima/Sam Woo meet up. Armstrong came back today! So happy. My life makes sense again. Anyway, pictures from today.

good weather.

2008-09-12T01:19:00.000-07:00

Today was really, really nice weather. Though it did get a bit chilly at night it was fairly enjoyable. Didn't do much today.. went to cut John's hair then the post office. Took care of my errands and then went to the gym. Played ball for a little bit and then helped Kristen exchange something at the mall. Got free tickets from AE! Pretty exciting stuff. Came home and later on went to In N' Out all by my damn self to eat away my sadness. 4x4's and fries ftw. Some pictures I took on my phone..