You cannot possibly expect me to concentrate with Mexican Salsa music a house down.

Adele - Someone Like You (on 'Later Live with Jools Holland') ORIGINAL

Adele is too legit.

the abyss

       I have thought long about death. I know I shouldn't think of such morbid subject but it always ends up crossing my mind every now and then. It's the white elephant in the room that is pretty hard to talk about.
         Personally, I don't believe in an afterlife. I believe you become exactly as you are before you were born, in a place where you cannot possibly be aware of anything. Sort of like an endless dream. But I know my beliefs are subject to change, I may disregard petty faith at this age, but I've never absolutely rejected any sort of divine being (But at the moment, yes I do). But that's just my current opinion. But to be as blunt as possible, there is no escape. All beings will face the end eventually. It's a depressing thought, but it's the natural cycle of life. All good things must come to an end. But I've always wondered, as my mind likes to go off tangent. I always felt that the biggest prospect of dying that's overwhelming isn't the fact your life is ending--it's dying before you have said all there is to say, and dying before doing all there is to do. The goals that we will never achieve, the things we will never get to cherish, the people we will never meet and love, and the experiences we will never encounter, that, my friends can never be bought with wealth, but only with time. And that may be obvious for some, but maybe for others, its a bleak realization. And maybe death is just simply too  hard to comprehend while you're alive, just as how life is hard to comprehend when you're dead. As for time on this limited plane of existence, I say, "come at me bro," I want life to flood me with the experiences and the encounters, so that I will never have to say, "Wish I had fucking did that.."

but then again I'm writing this at 1:49 in the morning. Of course I'm crazy.

my nba 1st round predictions.. (lets see if I'm right)

spurs in 6.
lakers in 6.
blazers in 7.
bulls in 5.
celtics in 4.


yeee. how i absolutely love playoff season during ap exam monthhhh.

go

        We could sit here and dwell all day on our past blunders and mistakes.
        We could sit here and talk about everything we used to do.
        We could sit here and try our best to shed light on where it all spiraled.
        We could sit here and wish we didn't do this or that.

           or maybe we should avoid the past-tenses and speak in present.

         I forget sometimes it's a terrible curse to dwell with words of the past and to analyze everything that never played as well as it did in your head. I stupidly do it because we all look for solace in what gave us comfort in the first place.



However, I told myself I'm going to re-define everything that I've already defined, ladies and gentlemen. I will make certain of that.

Poem in your Pocket

 
The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 




Since today is poem in your pocket day..(and i was too lazy to physically print it) I decided to declare Poem in your blog day. hell yeah rebellion. One of my favorite poems by Robert frost.

Cones

Paula treating me to ice-cream kind of made my day.





You won't read this,but thankss Paula for the pleasant day =)

Disarm

haunting song.

        Playing the guitar really makes me feel reaaaaal good. Musician's high.

I've pretty much neglected this blog for a while, haven't found much time to blog. As I should be studying for Wong's quiz tomorrow (which I'm not) I decided to blog some things.

    I'm definitely looking forward to the rest of the year to clean my mind. I'm probably overworked and tired. In dire need of summer's breezes to wash the toxic thoughts in my mind. I would say I'm probably washed in a bucket of cynicism all the time because all I've been listening to is indie rock, which is hella mellow. (Damn interpol)

        disregard the rest of that stuff! i got goalzzzzzz.


Short term goals:

bass guitar - this is my biggest one. it doesn't matter what I do, give me the bass or guitar, and I will feel so much more relaxed and free after playing it. haven't had much time lately either. going to reinvest here.

gym/basketball - trying to get my ass back to the gym, feels so good after a good workout.  hardly any time though, but I'm trying folks! Besides, the intended goal is to play basketball after school every day with the homeboyzZ.... now if only i could stop time..

sleep - how else am i going to stay beautiful?

social life -taken a big dip, definitely going to try to reinvest here.










I love this maple sun-burst Fender Squire. Considering buying it. Oh mama. ~_~