I MEAN, I DON'T WANNA BRAG, BUT UH...

More Than I Thought Could Exist

I've been fortunate enough to have visited many places across the globe in my lifetime. Each place has had its challenges but they've always been outweighed by its benefits.

For example, the Philippines is hot as fuck. The humidity doesn't help. The fact that I barely know anyone there definitely doesn't help. But my parents made it a point to visit every few years(by my count, I've gone 7 times now), because they wanted my sister and I to see how rough it is out there. They wanted us to see how our relatives lived, how close we were to living that lifestyle. My parents never admitted to it, but I'm sure that was an element of why they were so adamant on going so often. They wanted us to see homeless people littering(no pun intended) the streets of Manila. They wanted us to see how our cousins continue to be happy and content with what little money they had. They might not have very many possessions, but I'll be damned if they weren't killing that damn "Otso otso" dance, lol.

When we went to Tokyo, it wasn't under the best circumstances. My Auntie, who had married a Japanese man, had lived in Tokyo with him and their 3 daughters for a few years now and was well established as a housewife, taking care of the kids while her husband worked flying helicopters in and around Tokyo. One day her husband was walking around the neighborhood when a teen driver ran him over, killing him.

When my Mom got the news, she didn't hesitate in taking my sister and I out of school. We caught a flight the next day to Tokyo, where we would be the only real family my Auntie would have during that time. My sister and I were excited to see one of the major cities of the world, but we knew that we weren't there on vacation; we were there to show just how strong family is. We didn't have that much money back then(we never really have, lol), but the quickness and decisiveness my mom showed with that entire experience will stick with me forever. My sister and I might not have gotten to see as much of Tokyo as we would have wished, but I know I learned so much from that trip.

I don't even know what the point of this post is, lol. But damn it's therapeutic to recount all these things

You So Muhfuckin Gorgeous

Man, the fuckery that's gonna ensue once I'm done with summer classes...

Broken Down By Love

Ayo the bravest thing you could do is allow yourself to love someone.

Part of me wants to fall in love and get in touch with that side of me, pero another side sees things like this and single ryan wants to yell "HOLY FUCK YOU ARE SO CHEESY, MOTHERFUCKER!"

But listening to this song gets me back to "In a relationship Ryan," the dude who had no qualms with telling a girl how he felt about her and would stop at nothing to make her happy. Fuckin beeyootifull

Ay but check out how the visuals for this song match the background to this here blog. Anyone? Anyone? fasho

You So Sus

It's so dope watching people who have obvious chemistry together. Whether it be a duo, a triad, or a bigger group, people interacting and socializing in a way that exhibits their trust and belief in each other is beautiful.

You can see this in sports, relationships, movies, bands, bleh

Sweet Life

I feel like I have this primal need, a biological desire to make my mom happy. To show a girl what a real man is. To teach my daughter what a real father is and what to look for in a man

Catching That Breeze

I think that one of the most important (and definitely my favorite) occupation is the writer. Being able to write and describe different aspects of life is a gift and talent that so many possess, but only so few are truly good at. Writers who are able to describe how one feels when they're in love, or heartbroken, or grieving, or grateful possess a talent that can help soooo many people. Maybe this help isn't in as direct a form as say, a doctor, but I'm sure most people can think of a song or a scene in a movie that meant more to them than just a few words sung along to a beat or the video of a couple of actors acting out a story.

Some people argue that writers belong no where near the top of the list of most important occupations. They argue that they can't even begin to start their job until they have a story. Life has to occur first before the writer can write and describe those feelings and emotions. It's more important to have someone like a doctor or even a plumber around; at least they can do something right here right now.

And I see their point. There's quite a bit of strength behind that argument. But I think the argument falls apart when you see that the argument works on an assumption that life is linear. Life occurs firstly, then a writer is able to do their job. Someone has to have an experience before a writer can take that experience and put it into words.

However, life is far from linear. Someone does have to have an experience before a writer can take that experience and put it into words. But that writer's work is later digested by people and if the writer is successful, their work affects those people. Hopefully it affects those people enough to affect how they make future decisions, thus breaking any sort of linear direction that life is supposed to take, according to these critics.

Sidenote: Just like in Spanish, the structure of my English writing is subpar. But I'll continue to push myself to write about random shit I'm thinking about, even if only because I think this shit is interesting as fuck

You Seemed Impressed By The Way You Came In

It's rare that a person possesses enough patience and confidence to allow someone else to be the alpha male/female in a conversation. A lot of people I know try really hard to become the leader of the conversation, but far fewer allow someone else to guide the discussion. More people yell and interrupt their way into the driver's seat. Most of the time this comes from a place of excitement and genuine interest in the conversation, which is great; however, it isn't always what's best for the sake of the conversation

And while we're talking about patience, it really bugs me when passengers are impatient. If the driver misses a turn, so many people start acting like the driver killed their dog or something. "NO TURN RIGHT YOU MISSED THE TURN YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TURN RIGHT BACK THERE!"

It's not that big of a deal. He/she missed the turn. And that's okay. All they have to do is find make a quick detour and you guys will be back on your merry way. That solution is much better/safer than them being a dick and forcing their way back into traffic just to save a minute or two

Burnin Up Burnin Up

There's something about watching something that's bigger than you.

Fireworks, the ocean, lightning.

I remember working late one night at Sea World. My coworkers and I would take our breaks and our lunch and spend it lying back and watching Sea World's fireworks explode directly above us. That's gotta be one of my fondest memories

Channel Orange

I loved the hell out of this guy and his music before, but now I see a picture of him and it represents so much more to me.


Frank Ocean coming out is such a huge deal for our generation. This is another huge step towards reshaping the way our society views the LGBT community.


His coming out has huge effects on how lesbians, gays, bisexuals, and transsexuals feel about themselves. Frank Ocean coming out publicly about his sexuality makes it easier for other people to come out. (This also applies to any celebrity coming out with something that is uncomfortable to society. Think Magic Johnson with his AIDS announcement.) Society can be merciless on those who are different, but Frank Ocean's announcement makes it less "weird" and "different" to be lesbian, gay, bisexual or transsexual.

For someone whose art is universally loved to take this risk is a brilliant and gutsy move. I can't help but hope that his coming out can be another step towards helping eliminate homophobia