One thousand miles.

I was only 40 miles short of hitting 1,000 miles within three days. Driving to San Francisco is always overwhelming no matter how many times I've done it.  This one was a much shorter trip, and it was obviously very rushed.  Lots of old faces in each stop, and plenty of the usual catch-up conversations.  My cousins always propose the idea of me moving in with them to work with my uncle.  I doubt that will ever happen.  The main issue before leaving for this trip was spending the entire weekend with my brother.  Jason didn't end up going because of the kids, so it was only Sean and I on the way up.  It wasn't so bad, we mainly conversed about common interests and impersonal topics.  This trip turned out a lot smoother than I had anticipated.  My uncle was in pretty bad shape, but he seems to be recovering.  Seeing his condition and his behavior reminded me of my father, which everyone we visited kept reminding of.  Best wishes to you, and to the rest of the SF family.

City light dreams

During this reckless weekend, I was able to fit in about nine hours of sleep.  And in those few hours, a very short and vivid dream took place.  The location was in a Vegas hotel, with a balcony overseeing the entire strip.  Two delicate chairs and a small table were set up.  The moonlit skies was brighter than the city lights, and the weather was gentle.  It was just me, and this mysterious woman.  She was wearing a black dress standing out at the balcony with her back facing me.  I brought out a sweater for her with two drinks in hand.  After putting on the sweater, I reach around from behind her, giving her the drink and gently hugging her.  The scent of her hair and shoulder stayed with me until the moment I woke up.  I never saw her face.

At a place where you are occupied and surrounded by rowdy drunks and casino bells, this relaxing picture manages to slip in and tease me.

Did you ask for some coffee?

It was Brian and Amy's birthday bash this weekend and it took place at the sinful Las Vegas.  Amy is now capable of ordering drinks with a flash of her I.D! This trip was short and restless, but it was just enough before I fully regret anymore spending.  Lots of alcohol was consumed, and lots of drunken ventures ensued.  Lets break it a down a bit.

Carpooling with Mark, Kevin, and Jen; we arrived at Palm's Place at 11pm.  The others were already at Tao, so we had some catching up to do.  Within a mere ninety minutes, both bottles of Jack Daniels were depleted.

"Since we are taking a cab, we should take advantage that we don't have to drive, and I can surely drive right now." -Kevin's reasoning.

I'm glad I was still able to function, or else we could've been taken advantage of by the cab driver without knowing.  We met with the others outside of Tao and we quickly decided to go back to the hotel.   Mark scored a bottle of half-filled champagne, which I took from him happily.  Everyone got ready for bed rather quickly, and I realized that I was nowhere near sleeping, so I decided to take a walk and explore.  Luckily Megan was feeling the same way, so she accompanied me.  Within two hours of walking around, slots, and asking people dumb questions, we realized that we would not make it to the strip, so we returned and joined everyone else in their slumber.

I spent the majority of the next day anxiously concocting my Skittles-infused Vodka.  My experiment was frequently put to a halt because of a damn COFFEE FILTER.  Thus began my rant of the Palms establishment.  From the pools being closed after 5pm to the pretentiously named Skytube, and the useless elevator system to the nonexistent housekeepers.  And at the end of the day, my final product of the colorful and highly anticipated Skittles Vodka tasted like gasoline, :(.

But Saturday night was the highlight, mainly because we were at the most popular club in the city.  Cover charge was ridiculous, but there was really no other option.  The Marquee was impressive in size and location.  Seeing Amy that happy and ordering drinks was a comforting site.  She bought me a Patron shot, :).    Kevin and Jen kept promoting the idea of me meeting Jen's sister which made things very awkward, haha.  But the remainder of the night at the Marquee was me getting to know those two better.  We left early for the idea of Steak and Eggs, but that deal no longer exists, adding more to our consistently failed planning, haha.

Woke up this morning at 8am, got some delicious Pho, and took a quick three hour drive back home.  So much liquor this weekend, and I met some very good people in the process.  Vegas can be very intimidating when you have a limit on how much you can spend.  But even with that obstacle, I still had a blast and laughed at all the drunken tales of Briamy's Bash 2011.

Kim Jong Illest

What a great way to start off the season.  Although this team is drastically less competitive to the others of last season, it was still a good chance for us to practice our zone defense.  We dominated with a 42 point win, and the addition of Marc is proven to be a huge asset.  I felt comfortable playing a smaller position, and the team's chemistry was shaping up very well.  Let's try to make playoffs this year!

Hitoribotchi No Yoru

First foreign language song, :).

  Sukiyaki by waviddong

ft. Christine

SoundCloud

I was kept out of the dark too long. A few years late, but this will be the primary source of my recordings from now on.

I'm just say'n, you can do better.

I have failed to mention that Hannah has finally conquered her fears and obtained a Driver's License!  She came over tonight and we got straight to recording.  This song was fun, mainly because the beat was downloaded so we only had to provide our voices over it.  This is actually a pretty decent song, but I don't think R&B is the right path for us, haha.

Marvin's Room

ft. Hannah

Sound is the colour I know.

I want to start performing for small groups of people. They don't need to be friends or familiar faces, any random batch of listeners will suffice.  Actually, what I would like even more is to have the courage to play to completely new faces in unique settings.  The feeling of satisfaction you get by spreading your distinct sound to others is worth all the humiliation.

Blast from the past.

My junior high best friend is back.  It all started from a wrong text sent by me a month ago.  It was intentionally for my boss, but I guess I scrolled down one name too many to my buddy, Marc.  Luckily we both had the same numbers throughout all these years and he replied back to announce my mistake.  After a month of planning to have a day to catch up, tonight was made possible.  He will be joining our basketball team, and it looks like he will be making a comeback in my social circle.  We had a falling out due to entering different high schools and colleges.  With few drinks from Applebees, we talked about everything and we laughed at the old times.  He hasn't changed, always a cocky asshole, but still bluntly hilarious.  I never thought I would see this guy again, but I'm glad I did.