Wednesday, July 29, 2009

tributes to smallville:







Yeah, I love smallville haaaaaiiiii

Sunday, July 26, 2009

hip-hop saved my life

So I sat down, grabbed the remote, pointed at the T.V., hit the "on" button, and immediately went to channel 24(Much Music) to some lil wayne.

And this is where my story begins:

Recently, I've come to deeply respect the music that is hip-hop. And no, I'm not talking about that shit that plays on the radio now a days. Not the kind about "bitches", or how rich you are, or how conceited you are. I'm talking real hip-hop. The kind of hip-hop that expresses life and feelings; the kind that doesn't discriminate against others beliefs, sex, and race. It's because of those shitty songs from soulja boy/lil wayne etc. that lead a large population of people to believe that all rap is the same. When really, they are on two completely different levels. Artists like Nas, Blue Scholars, Nujabes should never be compared to shit-heads like gucci mane, 50 cent, or weezy. But don't worry, real hip-hop ain't dead. It's merely submersed, underground. Where I hope it will remain until all the crap on the surface subsides. It will show its face when the time is right. Peace.

[So I'm driftin' away like a feather in air,
Lettin' my words take me away from the hurt and despair.
So I'm keepin' it vertical forever elevator,
Ridin' the escalator to the somethin' that is greater.]

Saturday, July 25, 2009

it's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring!


Ahhh... honestly, I'd prefer this weather over those hot sunny days, any day. Just something about the rain feels lovely. I mean, wouldn't you wanna walk with a girl/boy you liked under the same umbrella, using the rain as an excuse to snuggle closer? While you talk about random stuff... and maybe even sing to her/him? Hell yeah! hahaha sorry, maybe that was just me. But really, It's a dope feeling. Don't mind me though. I'm just romantic like that.

On another note: My grandma sent me outside just now to put a tarp over the grill that we used for my bbq. And you know what? Instead of going back inside, I just decided to stand there and let the raindrops fall against my face, and soak through my clothes. I didn't even care. It felt refreshing. And as retarded as this might sound, I smiled. Smiled thinking about how life can be so confusing, yet there is always things to appreciate, like this rainy day. Not to mention, thunder/lightning only make it better. Despite what other might think, I enjoy hearing the loud sha-bams; seeing the sky flash gray for a second. It isn't something you witness everyday. Anyways, now I'm standing there feeling heavier than usual when I realize 10 minutes has passed by. So I go inside, take a shower, change, lie down on my bed, and watch "The King Of Queens". Relaxing to this cool, beautiful day.

Tomorrows forecast: 27 degrees and sunny.

Friday, July 24, 2009

August 14!!

you know what comes out? the time traveller's wife!
what was once a book is now a motion picture!


thanks for the introduction meeeks. as soon as i walked into black bond books and bought it, i couldn't put it down. got home, started reading; next thing you know, you lose track of time because you're too into it haha. i no longer have the book in my possession though(gave it away as a present). but honestly, the sexual scenes were a big ups in my opinion haha. i'm sure you'd all agree. hurry the fox up and read that ish jermi REEEET. anyways, shieee i've been waiting way too long for this. especially since the release date kept changing(which killed me). can't believe it's coming out in 21 days haha!

a recommendation: for you kids who have not read this book yet, hurry up and buy a copy. read the book if you're planning to watch the movie!
fuck the twilight series. LOL


on another note: the character of claire abshire is played by one of my most favoritessst actresses: rachel mcadams haha. frick i loved her after watching the notebook hahaha. eric bana is cool too. they've got good chemistry together haha.



frick the trailer is dope too. i'm getting giddy.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

So he asks me:

"How are you Stanley?"

You're asking me Francis? Hell, I'll tell you how I am. I'm exasperated; furious. In fact, I'm feeling so nasty that I think I might just commit, a comma splice. And maybe; incorrectly use that semicolon, just for kicks.

*Clears throat* Pardon the arrogance/insolence. Physically available; emotionally preoccupied would probably be the best way to describe how I am. And I'll tell you what I think: life's being biased. Unfairly favoring the idea that "nice guys finish last". Which ironically, I do believe in now haha. But enough about that.

How Am I? I'll tell you how I am. I'm scared. The thought of the "real world" scares me. I don't know how to approach it. Like getting the ball in the rough, my goal to reach that hole has only gotten harder. It only hit me when the days remaining of high school were denumerable with my ten fingers. Yes, it was definitely a trick but I did it. Life seemed so simple when I was just a little kid. I miss my care-free-at-ease-self.

The night I will never forget: grad dinner and dance. It was a bittersweet feeling. I hated the fact that it was one of the last nights as high school students; however, I loved how it brought us all together. Vitamin C - Graduation was the last song played. Cliché? Fuck that. The fact that everyone was crying clearly states how cliché it isn't. But I must admit, I was very close to tearing up haha. I'm not going to miss high school entirely. I'll only miss the seeing-everyone/constant-socializing parts of it. On that note: I have already organized mentally who I will see and never see again. "The forgottens" being the ones I'll never see again.

So again. How am I? I'm struck with nostalgia; I'm tired. Thanks for asking. But let's talk about something else. Like bugs? haha

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

morning maroooon

cheers to a late-night-sleep-wake-up-early kind of day once again. but might i add that today i host a bbq at my house! fuck 4 hours of sleep, who gives a shit though. it's gonna be a day to remember. forget the love,drama,relationship bizzz. today the spotlight is on me; the sun has never shined so bright. peace.

Dear Miss July

I wouldn't necessarily say I'm the nicest of guys. In general, I can be pretty mean to some of my friends. But things are different when it comes to girls whom I really like. I'm like this new guy who is anything but mean. Nah, I'm not whipped either. I just become a boy who is too nice for his own good. It's been made painfully obvious that good karma is non-existent. And when it's all over, I'm nostalgic. Nostalgic among all the things I did for her, and everything that was thrown back from her: good and bad. From buying The Lion King online to even just a simple get-together to hang out, I sometimes wondered why I did it when a voice inside me told me not to do this to yourself... again. But I guess it was just my way of saying "I still think about you.", just in case. I cannot blame her entirely though. I was warned. Warned about everything that may happen if I got in too deep. I was overconfident and that's what fucked me over. You like her, she likes you. It shouldn't have been this complicated... but it was. I promised I would not lose a good friend again, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do; as hard as it may be, I have no regrets. And please pardon the humbleness/modesty, but you lost your chance with a good guy. I'm getting over you... starting... now.

P.S. I fricken missed you Blogspot. Time to start fresh.