Saw this awhile back.

I always come back to it in times of stress.

Two of my favorite artists collaborating; this is the music I want to make someday.

Just harmonize everything.

Marty and I finally finished our second song.

Southbound

 

The kind of person.

Almost everyone is sensing this build up of awkwardness.  We all got a good thing going here, but we just don't know how to handle this situation delicately.  This is getting ridiculous.

Losing the passion.

These 5th and 6th graders are pushing my patience.  This age of "know-it-all" attitude is too overwhelming to deal with.  I miss my 2nd/3rd graders a lot, and I want to go back.  I'm starting to rethink if teaching is a lifelong path I should take.  Graduate school application deadlines are going to sneak up on me, and I'm not sure if I'm committed to this just yet.

I used to love 6th grade, that was one of my funnest years of my childhood.  But now I can't help but feel sorry for my teacher at the time, because I'm sure he was a miserable man having to deal with us assholes.  Thanks Mr. Rosenbloom.

A messy composition

I've been thinking about my old friends a lot lately, and I miss them all very much.  No matter how much they have changed for the better or worse, I still truly miss them.  Christine sent me a birthday postcard (reminding me her outrageously neat writing), and I wish she was here to record with me again.  Lawrence will be home in one more month, so I'm anxious to welcome him home again (for good this time).  I had the fortunate opportunity to grab a drink with Sherman last weekend.  Despite how much he has changed due to some unfortunate variables, I still sense his old and spiteful self that we all related to.  This past winter break was festive, and Courtney played a big part of it.  Knowing the fact that I won't be able to see her for 7 or 8 months is unsettling, :(.  I was at Cal Poly the other day, and I had flashbacks of the places where I would meet up with people on campus as I walked by them.  Suddenly, Michelle texted me asking I was on campus. I felt like I was in college again.  A few weeks ago, Elias came by my house with a big smile, bearing equally big news.  That boy is getting married!  I've known him for eleven years, and he will be relocated to Missouri.

So many people come and go, but only a few manages to linger on to make a impact in shaping my life.

I used to be so much more social, making new friends was second natured.
I used to be so much more adventurous, with consequences neglected.

I don't go to shows anymore.
I don't drive out to new places anymore.
I don't make the same effort anymore.

This blog is turning out to be all over the place with no structure at all.  I hate that, and yet I'm pretty positive that I will just leave it as it is.  My mom asks me why some of my old friends don't come over anymore, and sometimes I don't even have an answer for her.

I just want to throw a massive party and have everyone that I have once adored to attend, haha.

I don't believe in magic.

It is not a nice gesture to take advantage of someone that was being completely open and vulnerable towards you.  The sentimental attachment and commitment can only take so much indifference.  We've known each other for a long time now, but you are starting to act abnormal.  If the tension is that strong, then let's not keep this tease up.  I've been through this situation way too often, so often that I have lost all sense of confidence in myself.  I believe I have posted about this subject before, but it's getting in my head.

Sometimes

Sometimes you don't need to be cheered up.
Instead you want to just let it all out.
It ironically makes you feel better.

My condolences. 

Nuzlocke challenge.

Marty and I just started our Pokemon Nuzlocke Challenge yesterday. This addiction is very nostalgic.

Oh, and Megan sings way too loud, haha!

I'll keep waiting.

I guess I won't be attending this year's Coachella. Sigh, it's been six straight years where I was determined to attend.  It always catches me at a bad time with money or finding company.  I want to experience this event just once, especially with a great line-up.  Maybe next year then, I'm still young.

Final day - Poopscapades

We woke up next morning and stayed in the room for an extra hour after check out. We cleaned up what felt like a war zone, and reclaimed all our belongings that were scattered all around.  At about 10:30am, I get a call from Justin saying that he is downstairs in need of a room key.  I'm glad he was still alive, and that he didn't get booked for a DUI in the process.

We decided to have one final visit with the reliable food court before we start our long drive home.  I went home in a different car than I originally arrived in, due to certain accommodations I had to make.  Having realized that I had lost my keys, my day started off pretty bummy.  But it quickly changed with both Brians and Amy in the car ride home.

MFK, top 5, top 10, petpeeves, instagrams, seaweed, 5 chins, making bears, gas relief pills, dwayne johnson, pornstars, kate beckinsale, and balloon knots.

We finally arrived back to my house and exchanged our meaningful goodbyes.  A few of us decided to have one more dinner together before completely our departure, so we decided on Pho!

Four months of preparation wasn't enough for this past weekend.  Needless to say, I feel pretty bummed out being back home due to how much enjoyment was had.  I've been hesitant about starting this blog because I wouldn't know where to begin, but this is the best I could do without leaving anything out.   The results of the trip was just how I nearly imagined it, going at it "full retard."

Third Night - Moist and Beany Clams

The next morning was lazy, with Marty and I fake sleeping for 2 hours overhearing conversations and gossips.  Brian, Amy, and Megan's plan for the jacuzzi was foiled by an unexpected "hurricane." Rocke came back from the Excalibur with the relative news of "crazy winds."  Tao was then quickly decided as the best choice for the night since it was located in the same building.  Brian, Amy, and I had lunch at the usual food court, catching up and laughing at all the mishaps that have occurred so far.  I finished my wine with pizza, and became insanely sleepy. But that didn't stop me from joining Marty, Justin and Megan in a gambling session.

ATM fees, learning craps, comedic dealers, "spankbank," Justin looking 14, Marty looking 18 with beard, lovely blackjack dealer, cheap drinks, worse ice tea ever, Justin losing his I.D., failed plan to get more free drinks, racist slot machines.

Nighttime came, and this was going to be our last hurrah in Vegas.  The drinks that were left in the room weren't ideal, but we did what we could.  This night marked the most drunk I've gotten all weekend, cause I don't even remember much to write on, so I'll try my best.

"Ball so hard,""That shit cray,""I look swoll,""George croooney," being talkative, new faces, me paying twice as much than the other guys, open bar for ladies, small and breezy balcony, Jena stealing shots like a ninja, leaving relatively early with Briamy. 

Got surprised back at the room by Rocke and his friend, we quickly left for Walgreens in hope for some cheap beer, but Brian forgot his I.D.  So we ate some bacon cheese fries and waited at the lobby for everyone to meet up with us.  I found some white cotton/fake snow in the lobby and proceeded to make eyebrows out of them.  I remember desperately trying to get on top of a ledge to sit, but failed to do so as Amy got up easily with the help of Brian :(.  I also remember Amy throwing her life savings away at a lion head fountain, and Rocke finding us somehow at the casino floor.  We decided that room service would be the best option since we were all extremely tired.

Delicious pizza, candle lit occasion being spoiled, "I'm very small so I can fit in there," nicknames for sexual organs, flowers and rods and gazongas, talking to Waldo on the phone.

I ended up sleeping on the splooge bed. Ew.
Oh and also, we lost fucking Justin again for the third night straight.

Second Night - That Shit Cray

The next morning was dreadful for at least half of us. We spent nearly half the day at the room just to recover before we set off to XS at the Encore.

Dry heaving, drunk breakfast with Marty, Caillou fuckin up, hot cheetos with jalapeno cheese, card games with Jena, getting bags of ice, discovering wine and 7-up.

We pregamed for XS with a few games of King's Cup, arguably some of the best round's I've ever played.  It was this game that helped me finish 1 and a half bottles of wine.

Mimicking dance moves, accents, captains and chiefs, making new curse words, pointing, nicknames, presidents, rhymes, "Are you a lesbian?"

XS was a very nice club, especially with the awesome hook up that Andrew Austria provided.  With that mentality in mind, I decided to spend more money haha.  Just like the night before, things happened here that caused my drunkeness to quickly sober up, but I'm glad I did cause I was getting very sleeping half way through the dancing. We also lost Justin for a brief moment again due two lovely ladies.  I smoked too many cigarettes in that club, and drank too much wine.  Rocke and I were the first to leave the club because we wanted some food.

Megan and Deshonda, creepers that were twice my size, fist pumps, lion fist, Denny's with Rocke, good discussion, making eye contacts, Denny's again with the rest of the gang.

The night ended with a 3-way spoonfest with Marty and Justin, with me being in the vulnerable middle position.  Oh well, it's Vegas, haha.

First night - Ocean's Erreven

Wasn't sure how to approach this writing piece, but I guess I'll start from the beginning.

A few of us were determined to get in a bonus night at Vegas ever since the Hilton rejected us.  With Justin and Rocke being the drivers, we arrived at Venetian a little past midnight and chaos quickly ensued.  We had about 5 hours to kill since Justin paid our way to an earlier check-in the following day.

Parking lot drinks, ice hunting, 1 bill on black, boy band pictures, "Ocean's Ereven," Amy's overpriced mixed drinks, Justin's double shots of Patron, 3-finger limo-driver Bryan, and shady stripclub promoter Mike.

Within 5 minutes of talking with Mike, we find ourselves in a limousine heading to Treasures.  Long story short, we lost both Marty and Justin near the end of the night.  Everyone was ready to head back to crash, but I somehow managed to sober up and headed back into the club.  I found Justin in the restroom thinking he was taking a shit, but after a few minutes of waiting I decided to push along the stall door to notice it was unlocked.  And there he was just bent over, head over toilet.  After five minutes of deciphering what had happened, he was able to get on his two feet.  With Justin exiting the club to join the others, I noticed Jena being on the phone yelling at a dancer that took Marty's phone.  So I stormed back in, pushing away waitresses and dancers and walked onto the private booths section. It was extremely dark, so I got close to every booth and peeked over each dancer to see if it was Marty behind them.  I finally found him, and the dancer stopped me from grabbing him.  I tried my best but she was persistent, so I left and told Marty to call me when he was done.

Rocke's thug connection with the driver, Justin's horrific signature, carrying Justin to the room, discovering the automated curtains, Marty's paranoia of the tile flooring, carrying Marty to the room.

A good start to vegas, :)

There was no need for that.

My goodness, this took me by surprise. There was really no need for you to keep it yourself, it's not like we were going anywhere anyways. I hope everything goes well in your future, because this is obviously a big step. Take care, it was fun while it lasted.

In search of snow.

Finally, I get to take some pictures for these two. :D

I am ready to wait until it begins.

I've had a blog for almost four years now, and for the end of each year I'd recap on the highlights.  This year wasn't as adventurous, nor was it at all life-changing.  Unfortunately, I've grown more distant with a few friends, but this only resulted with an even stronger friendship with the remaining few.

Trying to recall my fondest memories of the year is difficult, but I do remember the weekly meetings of Applebees with the gang.  I do remember the fast food free pact we made for a few months.  I do remember the beerpong nights, which eventually got renamed as the chandeliers nights.  Let us not forget about the weekend in Lake Arrowhead with the group, and the weekend in Vegas for Briamy.  Let us not forget the short trip to San Francisco with my brother.  How about the successful annual traditions of the Turkey Bowl with old coworkers and Wongsgiving with friends?  How about the feeling of reeling in a seven pound fish, or being rattled by the sounds of a fired shotgun?  I'd like to mention that I sincerely miss the group of kids I worked with in Santa Ana over the Summer.  I also miss playing with the Jason Terryakis, despite how horrible and frustrating it got.  I am grateful for the families that are entrusting me the responsibility of tutoring their children.  I am also grateful for the families and friends that are entrusting me with the responsibility of being their photographer.  I would like to note that I am getting more comfortable with my singing.  I would like to note that I finally learned how to play the banjo.  And finally, I'd like to address that my three-day birthday bash was awesome.

Two thousand and eleven was not my best year to say the least, but fortunately I'm still with the people I love.