Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
let me use you up tonight
so it's growing on me.
23 and from LA?! Young talent. We almost have the same birthday. It's a sign.
23 and from LA?! Young talent. We almost have the same birthday. It's a sign.
butterrrr
speaking of butter...
so smooth.
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been feeling Designer Drugs recently:
Designer Drugs are addicting!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
what is this!?
Alright, this shit has gone too far.
Dubstep break down from Britney Spears?
Britney Spears, I know you did not engineer this song. This is a terrible rendition of EDM. Enrique still takes the cake for worst EDM attempt, however. This attempt to mainstream EDM is making the genre very unappealing and killing the music for people who truly love it.
I like you Britney for you and hits like "Baby One More Time." Everyone has their forte, and girl this is not yours. Don't go chasing waterfalls. Mainstream music, do what you do best and don't pollute music for others. Thanks.
Let's wash out our ears with something else:
Friday, January 21, 2011
dope mix.
love anything oceanlab, and came across this martin roth version of breaking ties.
ignore the weird video, and just listen to the music, haha.
this version is cool too:
and yet another play on a classic:
chills!!!!!!
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it's really interesting how the same songs can be mixed and interpreted by different artists and produce a completely different song, with its own individual style and mood.
ignore the weird video, and just listen to the music, haha.
this version is cool too:
and yet another play on a classic:
chills!!!!!!
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it's really interesting how the same songs can be mixed and interpreted by different artists and produce a completely different song, with its own individual style and mood.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
too sick
marquee, you've truly outdone yourself.
can't believe i saw this live and for free!!!!
no words.
can't believe i saw this live and for free!!!!
no words.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
time.
Have you ever wondered how you got to where you are now?
In elementary school, I remember being so thrilled to be going to Second Grade. My best friend Sally called me on the phone exclaiming, "2nd graders always color in the lines!!!"
"Really?," I asked. "No way."
We awed in the simplicity of things. How could little things like that, make us so happy?
Girls ruled, boys drooled, and vice versa. We were aficionados of Lava Monster, Punchball, and Four Square. Lunchtime consisted of opening Lunchables in attempts to win the grand prize of the month. After school, we made lanyards in the recreation room with older and cooler high school kids.
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Elementary school ends, and we find ourselves moving to big bad middle school. Starting at the bottom of the chain from being once so complacent Fifth-graders, we begin the first days of Sixth Grade with both excitement and apprehension. Rumors were that Sixth Graders, boys especially, were prime targets for big Eighth Graders. I pictured images that I had seen on TV, with big kids in 8th grade throwing kids like "Lou Stevens" from Even Stevens into a trash can, despite trying to hide away from bullies at lunchtime. We transition into the middle school lifestyle, thinking that we are way too cool for school. We begin to develop cliques in school, that whether or not we would like to believe, really transition into high school.
Relationships come and go. Boyfriends and girlfriends develop quickly, but crash and burn. "TB _____" was all the rage. Xangas WAS the MySpace/Facebook/whatever of our time. We use "I Love You" so casually among one another, not really knowing the full meaning behind these three simple words.
Middle school dances consisted of boys and girls starring awkwardly at one another during a slow song, until a few brave boys or girls mustered the courage to ask someone of the opposite sex to dance. Freak dancing within a certain distance was forbidden, yet held its own captivating danger.
Boba is all the rage, and kids frequent the local Tapioca Express.
In Eighth Grade we think we are king of the rock. We run the middle school with an iron fist. We believe we have entitlement to certain things and behaviors simply because we are the oldest. This complacency is soon replaced with fear after our "Promo Party," when we realize that we aren't as big or as bad as we think we are. High School is way bigger.
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As freshmen, upperclassmen appear to be huge and daunting. They can drive, and even go off campus for lunch. High School is the epitome of cliques, and like in the movie Mean Girls lunchtime territory is all the rage. The AZN look begins to fade, and everyone is suddenly into Abercrombie and Fitch. Hollister gets into the scene too. Pretty soon, everyone is dawning some form or derivation of A&F and Hollister type of clothing. We are clad in cotton hoodies and ripped vintage jeans, and we think we are so cool. We all smell like the A&F store, literally, as we become Asian walking campaigns of A&F in Arcadia.
MySpace is not your space, but mine, and we publish our every thought for strangers around the world to read. We roam our own kingdom, the Santa Anita mall. Girls date older boys who eventually drive the girl's friends around, and also take them to the mall.
We live like kings senior year and believe it is our right to ditch school, show up late to class, and refuse to work on our assignments. Ghetto backyard parties in neighboring cities are all the rage, and we are all about Pop Lock and Drop It.
Graduation and Gradnight are filled with hugs and tears, encompassing both opposite emotions of happiness and fear. People promise to stay friends forever, or to stay in touch, but five percent of these promises will actually hold through.
Then comes the time to leave. The familiar faces that we grew up with, that we saw every single day become more and more distant as we integrate ourselves into college.
---
Friends come and go, and you start realizing who your real friends are.
Some people party hard, and some buckle down.
We take different classes, change our majors once, maybe even twice, and try to figure out what we're good at, and what we enjoy.
Most alarming though, is that the four year journey still leaves many of us just as confused if not more confused about where we are going.
For the first time of our lives, we are not given clear directions of where to go or what to do. There is no longer a linear path for us to follow, and we realize that we are the ones to create a future for ourselves.
---
This is where I am now. I hope I'm not alone.
In elementary school, I remember being so thrilled to be going to Second Grade. My best friend Sally called me on the phone exclaiming, "2nd graders always color in the lines!!!"
"Really?," I asked. "No way."
We awed in the simplicity of things. How could little things like that, make us so happy?
Girls ruled, boys drooled, and vice versa. We were aficionados of Lava Monster, Punchball, and Four Square. Lunchtime consisted of opening Lunchables in attempts to win the grand prize of the month. After school, we made lanyards in the recreation room with older and cooler high school kids.
---
Elementary school ends, and we find ourselves moving to big bad middle school. Starting at the bottom of the chain from being once so complacent Fifth-graders, we begin the first days of Sixth Grade with both excitement and apprehension. Rumors were that Sixth Graders, boys especially, were prime targets for big Eighth Graders. I pictured images that I had seen on TV, with big kids in 8th grade throwing kids like "Lou Stevens" from Even Stevens into a trash can, despite trying to hide away from bullies at lunchtime. We transition into the middle school lifestyle, thinking that we are way too cool for school. We begin to develop cliques in school, that whether or not we would like to believe, really transition into high school.
Relationships come and go. Boyfriends and girlfriends develop quickly, but crash and burn. "TB _____" was all the rage. Xangas WAS the MySpace/Facebook/whatever of our time. We use "I Love You" so casually among one another, not really knowing the full meaning behind these three simple words.
Middle school dances consisted of boys and girls starring awkwardly at one another during a slow song, until a few brave boys or girls mustered the courage to ask someone of the opposite sex to dance. Freak dancing within a certain distance was forbidden, yet held its own captivating danger.
Boba is all the rage, and kids frequent the local Tapioca Express.
In Eighth Grade we think we are king of the rock. We run the middle school with an iron fist. We believe we have entitlement to certain things and behaviors simply because we are the oldest. This complacency is soon replaced with fear after our "Promo Party," when we realize that we aren't as big or as bad as we think we are. High School is way bigger.
---
As freshmen, upperclassmen appear to be huge and daunting. They can drive, and even go off campus for lunch. High School is the epitome of cliques, and like in the movie Mean Girls lunchtime territory is all the rage. The AZN look begins to fade, and everyone is suddenly into Abercrombie and Fitch. Hollister gets into the scene too. Pretty soon, everyone is dawning some form or derivation of A&F and Hollister type of clothing. We are clad in cotton hoodies and ripped vintage jeans, and we think we are so cool. We all smell like the A&F store, literally, as we become Asian walking campaigns of A&F in Arcadia.
MySpace is not your space, but mine, and we publish our every thought for strangers around the world to read. We roam our own kingdom, the Santa Anita mall. Girls date older boys who eventually drive the girl's friends around, and also take them to the mall.
We live like kings senior year and believe it is our right to ditch school, show up late to class, and refuse to work on our assignments. Ghetto backyard parties in neighboring cities are all the rage, and we are all about Pop Lock and Drop It.
Graduation and Gradnight are filled with hugs and tears, encompassing both opposite emotions of happiness and fear. People promise to stay friends forever, or to stay in touch, but five percent of these promises will actually hold through.
Then comes the time to leave. The familiar faces that we grew up with, that we saw every single day become more and more distant as we integrate ourselves into college.
---
Friends come and go, and you start realizing who your real friends are.
Some people party hard, and some buckle down.
We take different classes, change our majors once, maybe even twice, and try to figure out what we're good at, and what we enjoy.
Most alarming though, is that the four year journey still leaves many of us just as confused if not more confused about where we are going.
For the first time of our lives, we are not given clear directions of where to go or what to do. There is no longer a linear path for us to follow, and we realize that we are the ones to create a future for ourselves.
---
This is where I am now. I hope I'm not alone.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
be with me
like a scene from my favorite movie
hard to control myself when you next to me
if its against the law to love you, then sue me
i need you
like a bear need some cuddles
baby we need each other
like a comedian needs a joke
baby i need you the most
if i'm the music you're my lyrics
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i've never felt this way but lately i've been so unmotivated in life.
i feel lost. i don't know what i'm doing, or where i'm going, yet i'm not doing anything about it. i can't get myself to do anything, and i don't care.
winter blues or quarter life crisis?
fuck.
hard to control myself when you next to me
if its against the law to love you, then sue me
i need you
like a bear need some cuddles
baby we need each other
like a comedian needs a joke
baby i need you the most
if i'm the music you're my lyrics
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i've never felt this way but lately i've been so unmotivated in life.
i feel lost. i don't know what i'm doing, or where i'm going, yet i'm not doing anything about it. i can't get myself to do anything, and i don't care.
winter blues or quarter life crisis?
fuck.
j. holiday- i know love
I like this song, but it's a big claim to make J. Holiday, haha. Who really knows love?
Monday, January 3, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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