I find it odd

when childhood friends grow up to be people you would have never thought they'd be.

sorority sisters?
party queens?

something told me that i wasn't supposed to be at that party in "selmar" or wherever the hell that city is. and good thing i didn't go.

rside friday? yes? yes?

Let it rain on me tonight

I'm just kidding.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

New current jam reflects my mood atm.

How much of yourself..

are you willing to keep private?

Blogs are agents to express one's inner-thoughts. To publish these thoughts is to open up to the world. What I don't understand, however, is the fact that so many people are dumb enough to not keep some thoughts and some awkward revelations, about themselves, well, private. So I ask, what is the use of having a secret blog with public entries?

Is the answer so some stranger can read your deepest secrets while your closest friends can't? Is it because you want attention, but not from people who know you (best, perhaps)? No. F*ck that. Please. Stop.

What is meant to be kept secret never exits the mind because the second it comes out of any orifice of your body, it ceases to be a secret and thus becomes knowledge of public domain. Do not become angry with me if I stumble upon "things my eyes were never meant to see." So excuse me for being "intrusive," and I'll excuse you for being the complete dumbf*ck that created your "private personal outlet," to analyze your thoughts. If it was truly private, then it clearly has no reason for being uploaded on the net.

Sorry. Harsh? Can't empathize. I find it very harrowing how I find these sort of things. It's not that I try. I laugh, though. The notion that bloggers feel secure in the comfort of their own home is a myth. Because what's security and comfort when one can easily find and discover every aspect of one other's life and mechanism of the mind with a click of the mouse.

You don't know me. You never will.

As for you, I know everything, though I wish I didn't.

taco hunting

http://tacohunt.blogspot.com/
http://yelp.com
http://chowhound.chow.com/boards/2

let's talk about youuuuu

i'll turn every bullet to a hershey's kiss
and we can eat away our fears! :D

i was once told

that only masters ride fixies. to everyone else, fixies ride them.

didn't take it into consideration.

helllloooo sprained ankle and crutches.

it's way too easy

to pass so much that you study.

it's also way too easy to study so much that you pass.

when these things synergize (i think it's a hybrid word) and become consistent,

you're at bliss.

fall quarter 2008 csula. check.

mate.

mothaf*cka i'm...

ill.

Morning Post #1: I tend to go on Music swings

It's kinda like mood swings. However, in my case, it involves music. I'm a generally giddy person.

For some reason I find it pleasure to listen to Lydia's vocals right after listening to Ratatat, but I feel awfully shameful if I listen to We The Kings right after hearing Lydia's immaculate vocals.

I then realize that this same juxtaposition occurs as well when I write and perform my music. During the writing process, my condition aforementioned would typically go as follows: Write a song on the piano (very aj rafael-esque), and then when it comes to the Macbook, it's either really electropop or extremely whack gangster hyphy music. (Anyone who wants to buy a reject beat for a buck, hit me up.) Also, when it comes to performing, I would rather play an acoustic set, given that Marlone is there. When I mean acoustic, I emphasize the usage of a guitar instead of a piano. So with my skills, or lack of skills, the chords allow me to mimic what I like to call "Randolph Riffs," otherwise noted in my mind as DoubleR.

I don't seem to find commonplace for my music, whether it's about listening, writing, or performing.

I woke up to line dancing music. My mom and a group of her friends are line dancing.

Anyways, time for the gym.

LA all day.

I found the open studio in the music building today on the second floor. It was complete with a sound booth, arrays of keyboards and condenser mics, and rows of the latest Mac Pros. I toyed with reason, ableton, pro-tools, and, of course, Logic Studio. None of which I found too simple to use, but Logic just blows the doors off the other music production softwares. I have to hand it to Apple for creating such a complete work of mastery which is relatively, and I stress "relatively," easy to use.

I then went with Jeremi to his apartment. And it was sick. I forgot what it was called, but it was hella spacious and feng-shui'd out. The obligatory jamming ensued up until 4pm, and it took us two hours and a half to get back to campus on that 10 mile journey. I've finally experienced true rush hour.

Tomorrow I don't have class but I'll go to the open lab. Before the lab I'm going to meet up at chino hills so cathryn can all drive us to Americana, which, apparently, is some snazzy outdoor mall comparable to The Grove but is located across the street from the Glendale Galleria. We're going to eat at Ichi-ban. I have no clue how much I'll be spending, but I'm expecting good food. Transition to LA isn't what I expected it to be. College is what you make out of it.

On a side note, Napp called me on my way back to campus in Jeremi's truck. In retrospect, I find it too odd that at that exact moment, two worlds clashed.

Bianchi Pista

Biking will be the next new trend.

"Fixies"

I got one.

http://mashsf.com/videos.php
watch the trailer. oh man.

Speech And Debate

Haven't updated in a while but yeah. Didn't know I was a master debator (lol) until this morning. I received a perfect score on the persuasive speech I delivered against music piracy. I was then informed by the communications department that I'm appointed to represent CSULA at some forensics (speech and debate) tournament in Long Beach, CA. I'm yet to find out all the details, but this is the least of my problems.

I have a swaying music swings. Sometimes a certain band comes along that revives your faith in alternative music (for me, the "emo" subgenre) even if it's for a short time. These short times in which you find yourself reminiscing to a day of carelessness and oblivious youth that used to be your own can potentially put a smile on your face. So I'd like to take the time to thank the countless of bands (mostly untalented, carbon-copy white guys playing the same music as the next group of white guys) that is keeping my roots alive.

Upcoming Shows:
Dec 6th, Cerritos. Gahr HS
Dec ?, Charity Concert for the victims and families affected by the latest firestorm

quick post

i have to get back at writing my speech for speech/debate.


i'd rock this.

that is all.

dunkxchange

was basically the same..

except a lot of new cats knew my name.

Midterm Round 2: UCR swag vs. CSULA steez

i'll make it short and sweet.

today was...omg

downtown la kick it spots > anywhere in a 10 mile radius of ucr

"you got me!" and "two heterosexual men..." were the phrases of the day.

note to self:
for 90% off the population of csula, and for 100% of filipnos at csula, cars are sanctuary if you're "ducking"