Cosmic Whoppers.

Boy, those horoscopes weren't kidding when they said that the last two days of July would be pretty hectic.




Here's to an awesome August.

Rock Ya Body.

Haha, no, just kidding. But, I did get a lot of body work done to my car yesterday! Much thanks to my friends Pat and Cindy coming over to help me out and keep me company. The entire process was long and grueling; add that to the fact that it was my first time really working with a car, and you have a recipe for greasy hands, and sweaty bodies. After about six hours, a couple of trips to Kragen, and a little bit of goofing off, we were exhausted, but totally satisfied. I had to remove the headlights to clear up some condensation and reseal them, as well as re-seat the bumper - Not exactly the easiest thing in the world to do, but she definitely looks and feels a lot better now than she did when I first picked her up. Just another step in truly making her my own.

Anyway, I haven't done this in awhile, but, here you go:

WDYWT - 07.28.10
-Hair (lol.)
-Old Navy v-neck
-H&M Drains (Raw)
-Nike SB "SF Trolley" Dunks

Uncomparable.

Today is such a beautiful day.

Well, every day is a beautiful day, but today especially. The sun is out, I've got a big bowl of Cheerios right next to me, there's a gorgeous set of wheels in my driveway, and your stuff is all in a bag in my trash bin right now, just waiting to be taken away by those huge, obnoxious trucks that come every Wednesday morning. It's taken me quite a long time to work up the strength to throw out all of these memorable and once-loved things, but it's finally been done, and I'm glad. Day by day, I miss you less, and day by day the sun shines ever brighter, illuminating the dark spots that you left in your wake. It's come to the point where, simply put, I don't need you anymore. Whatever may happen from now 'til infinity, I'm positive that I can handle it without you. Trust.

Anyway, today is INC day! As much as I would love to go, whether or not I will is going to be a last-minute decision. In the meantime, I'm going to shower and then head out to Wal-mart and Kragen and pick up some parts. My car needs a bit of TLC right now, but hopefully by Saturday, she'll be ready for me to take her out for a spin and really see what she can do. Weekend plans, anybody? Let me know.



In a bit.

"Let's not waste no time."

Another day, another dollar. We signed our names, shook hands, and went our separate ways. Rest assured that I'll take care of this baby for as long as I may own her.

Following a small pit-stop, we made our way to the open road. It was the home stretch now, nothing but smooth asphalt for as far as my eyes could see. My eyelids grew heavier as the sun sank in the night sky and a full, golden moon came up over the hills. I awoke in the cockpit of a monster waiting to be unleashed. Its roar sent shivers up my spine and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end; some would have described it as weak, but to me, it was easily one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced. I think the fact that it's mine had a lot to do with it.

Summer is drawing to a close. I've got nearly a whole two months before it's time to go back to the grind, but that's not to say that I should take it for granted. Through the help of my friends, family, and loved ones, as well as the beauty of the flora and fauna that surrounds me and a lovely gift from my parents, this once-empty summer has suddenly become teeming with life again.

But like I said: there's less than two months left. Two months to enjoy life to its fullest. Two months to live it up. Let's not waste no time.

Legend(ary).

In times like these, I am eternally grateful
for all that is wondrous and blessed in this life of mine.

My eyes are brimming with tears of joy as the chords caress my ears and soothe my soul, my body releasing its inhibitions. I simply cannot contain myself from rolling around ecstatically on this bed of mine as the Man of Legend works his magic, acoustically touching a part of me that has been left untampered and unattended for far too long. A smile creeps across my face, slowly but surely, and before I know it, I am lost, swimming - no, drowning - in a sea of beauty. The sound comes and goes, but the amazement remains within me, something that will not be soon forgotten.







Only two things in the world can make a guy like me feel this way.
Only two.

"I don't really mind, just know that you got me."

One of the best things about dogs is that once they get to know you, they'll love you no matter what kind of person you are.

And one of the worst things about me is that I can be rather judgmental at times. Just look at my previous post and you'll see exactly what I mean. It's this mindset and attitude of mine that lands me in hot water time after time, and just one of the many reasons that my last...well, left me. You should know the story by now.

As much as it may seem like it, I'm really not a bad person; at least, I don't think that I am. The reason that I become annoyed and even infuriated at times by the actions and lifestyles of others can be attributed to the fact that I hate to see people sell themselves short. I believe that in each and every person, there is a beautiful soul with so, so much potential to blossom into something greater than most of us even imagine. Yet somewhere down the road, many fall and succumb to their darkest, most primal instincts, giving in to temptation and desperation until they are transformed into something else entirely, and I think to myself: "What a shame."

I've always been a stout supporter of individuality. I enjoy people who are different, and adore those who are comfortable enough to be themselves, even if it means that those around them tend to shy away and look the other direction. It would seem, however, that I have also lost a part of myself by becoming so concerned with the lives of others that, subconsciously, I've also started to change. Ironic, isn't it? That my enthusiastic and adventurous risqué behavior, one of my greatest strengths, has also become one of my greatest weaknesses.

What can be learned from this self-evaluation is something that I've known all along, but is also something that I tend to forget quite easily, I suppose. Rather than being so preoccupied with the way that others live their lives, I should enjoy my life, while I still have the luxury of being able to. You do you, and I'll do me. That's more like it. That wasn't so hard, now, was it Mikey?





Cheers.

Turtle Wax.

eric 2:26 am: no moar good girls because its too hard being a good girl

Some words of wisdom from my good friend Eric Or. As sad as it is, it's also true; most girls these days give in to temptation simply because it's what most guys want them to do.

The thing is, I'm not like most guys. I could give less of a damn whether a girl smokes, or drinks, or does drugs, or goes to all the parties that she's invited to. In fact, that's a pretty huge turn-off to me. A lot of guys out there are ridiculous, including most of the ones that I know. They follow go to all the functions, talk about the most meaningless things, and follow all the trends, devoting all or most of their time and interest into relatively trivial things such as clothes, cameras, and cars; and then they slam others for being a "hypebeast", claiming that they were into these things first!

As names such as "Supreme", "Illest", "Stussy", and "Hellaflush" become popular, they also begin to catch on with the girls, and they, too, start sporting these labels all over their shirts, bags, blogs, hats - you name it. I know quite a few females who are genuinely into the things that are generally associated with guys, but let's be honest: most of them only do it for the attention. What better way to catch a guy's eye than to show him that you share a common interest?

That doesn't work on me. I'm an entirely different breed altogether. I don't go to parties every weekend. The smell of cigarettes and weed is disgusting. I seldom drink, except when I'm with my family. My closet is filled with mostly black and whites. I wear the same couple of V-neck t-shirts on a weekly rotation. Streetwear doesn't catch my eye at all. Cameras are nice, but I don't see the need to carry them with you 24/7. And why-oh-why would I want to "slam" my car? So I can scrape my front bumper every time I turn into a parking lot? Function > form and mind > matter is the motto that I live by, and my mind is much too brilliant to be desecrated by a life of alcohol, drugs, and idiocy.

In a world of trends, one can only hope to remain true to oneself, even if it means being the odd-man-out most of the time, and trust me when I say that I'm not going to settle for just anybody. As cocky as this sounds, this is a message to all the ladies out there: Y'all gotta step it up and show me something different if you want to get me to notice you.














My goal before school starts: Introduce myself to you.

IDLCRZ

"We adore those who ignore us and ignore who adores us. I constantly ask myself why. The pursuit of something we can maybe have takes precedence over that which is easily obtained. Subconsciously, most of us enjoy the challenge of the chase more than actually being chased. Many of us (who aren’t afraid to wear the proverbial I’ve-been-rejected badge of honor) can attest to the fact that pursuit often leads to constant checking of the cell phone you left by a window in order to get perfect service in case they call, or forcing yourself to go out with your friends just to stop thinking about them — which usually doesn’t work because you’re still checking your damn phone! Nine times out of 10, that person just isn’t feeling the same way."

-Wale (via playdirty)

Even though my Tumblr days are long gone, I still enjoy checking up on a few interesting blogs from time to time. There aren't many of them, but they're all always worth reading. My life, expressed through the words of a stranger. There is a special kind of relief and an indescribable sense of belonging to be found in knowing that somewhere out there, someone else is feeling exactly the way that I am.

Hiatus.

I'm going on a hiatus. This can be as long as I want or as short as I want. Basically, for as long as I feel like.

I have great friends. No, seriously, the best. They're the kind of people who you can't really depend on, the types of people who apparently are too busy to text you back, but will come to you without hesitation whenever they need something. Awesome, right? I mean, who doesn't want friends like these?! Well, that's alright. I have so many of them that I'd be more than happy to share with y'all. Go ahead, take some of these fools off my hands for me. Please.

I'm off to a wonderful, amazing place for the weekend. Yes, my weekends start on Wednesday now. It's a five-hour trip, but one that's easily worth the effort. Not like I'm going to do anything if I were to stay here in this cesspool that is San Jose, anyway. That's okay. Enjoy not seeing me around school next year.

Keep your eyes peeled. My room is steadily filling up with more and more boxes. You know what that means: Worklog inc.!









Lupe is the maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.

I Wonder:

Is it possible to go to a party/kickback/BBQ/etc. where the goal isn't to get "totally fucked up"? Not trying to diss anybody or their lifestyle, but this is the reason I don't go out much anymore. I can't even remember the last time I got buzzed. These days, I only drink with my family, and only in moderation; maybe a beer or two, some hot sake if we've got some. Vodka, are you kidding me? It doesn't taste good (in my opinion), and everyone always chases it with Coke or fruit punch, which isn't even the correct way to drink it. But then again, what can I expect from people who are still stuck in that high school mentality and focus solely on going out every night, having a "good time"? I think my definition of fun is much too different from that of most kids my age for me to fit in with anybody. For once, can I meet a girl who doesn't want to drink up, isn't preoccupied with her image, and just wants to go out, chat over a cup of coffee, maybe dinner and a movie? Or maybe I'm too caught up, and perhaps I'm too much of an old-fashioned kind of guy to fit in with you young folks. That's alright, though. I've got room for two, if anyone's interested. If not? That's okay. More for me.

"When I be home, I resist it like it's ohms, I was there, now I'm gone - Shalom."

"Red is dead, green with envy."

My new toy came in the other day. Ohhhh man.

Yup, that's right. More to come in the next week or two. Can't wait to try this baby out.

Passport.

"If you ain't got one, get yourself a passport, so you can see the world."

This is a rather clever and accurate representation of how Aang and the crew would have felt if they had the chance (or misfortune) of watching their real-life counterparts in that horrendous movie that came out exactly one week ago. Kind of like part two of The Ember Island Players for them. Yes, it was that bad. I wonder how the Book Two movie will turn out. I can't wait! /sarcasm.

Nonexistant Fireworks.

Boom, boom, boom. There's nothing quite like the sound of explosions in the air to commemorate the day our nation gained its independence some two-hundred thirty-four years ago. Each and every Fourth of July is a cause for good food and great company, and each and every year I make sure to set aside whatever commitments and curfews I've made and just sit outside, wherever I may be, just to get a glimpse of those magnificent miniature balls of fire exploding in the night sky, each with its own story to tell as stars become obscured by smoke and hearts began to slow. Each and every year, we all gather to celebrate...only this year, I was nowhere to be found. Although a bit dismayed and disheveled from missing out on another one of the great joys of life, I simply can't help but be enamored by the prospect of having my own Independence Day someday, a day when I will find the strength to break free from these chains that restrain me so and finally be able to offer myself fully and wholly to another beautiful human being again; And in that blissful moment that our eyes meet, our fingers interlock, our lips graze each other as the air around us begins to swirl, our hearts will beat together as one, one pulsating beat resonating deep within us with the power to touch our souls as if a million fireworks were instantly set off, illuminating our skies and our lives for as long as we may exist.

"The word's on the street, and it's on the news."

The REAL Last Airbender.

I'm not usually into American cartoons unless they're comedies, but I am a pretty big fan of Avatar: The Last Airbender on Nickelodeon. Unfortunately, a wackjob and so-called "visionary" just had to ruin the show for me by turning it into a horrible live-action movie. How does one take a series that had so much potential to be the next big summer blockbuster and turn it into a steaming pile of crap that could only muster a measly rating of 8% on Rotten Tomatoes? Ask M. Night Shyamalan. That is, if Dante Basco and a mob of angry fans and Firebenders haven't already killed him. Flamey-o, fellow hotman! Flamey-o.