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24. One of my best friends, Brice, is drawing my third tattoo, and I'm really excited to get this inked. I came up with the idea, and he tossed it out on paper like nothing. The guy is an awesome artist. This will be my most detailed, and consequently (but damn worth it) my most expensive tattoo.

23. One of the biggest reasons I want to be skinny is so I can dance like this Korean motherfucker: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=775bG3xWo_k -- I mean seriously, how ridiculously awesome is he?

22. I've been involved in two weddings: a ringboy when I was really young at my uncle's wedding, and a groomsman at my best friends Tina and Joe's wedding.

21. I am a martial artist, specifically in Eskrima, the Filipino martial art of stick/knife fighting. Eskrido (the combination of Jiu-Jitsu/Judo moves performed with Eskrima sticks) is my favorite thing to do.

20. While I don't really play any instruments anymore, surrounding myself with them is comforting. I have my bass guitar in my living room, my piano in my bedroom, and my acoustic guitar ready to go whenever I wanna grab it. I really, really miss my drumset though, as I couldn't take it up here with me (or play it even if I could have).

19. Top favorite videogames in no particular order: Halo/Halo 3 (no, I didn't really like Halo 2), Max Payne 1/2, Starcraft, and Mirror's Edge. As such, my top favorite videogame characters in no particular order: Master Chief, Max Payne, Ryu, and Faith.

18. I am extremely thankful for the fact that I have a really good set of friends up here in Oregon and back down in California. They are such awesome, and awesomely different groups of people.

17. Rob's been a friend since my sophomore year of high school, 2002. Somewhere along the line, he became one of my closest friends, and we've been brothers ever since.

16. I honestly, absolutely cannot wait til I'm actually working in my chosen career. I am looking forward to the stress, to the all-nighters, to the deadlines, to the head-on-desk bashing time I will spend making a freaking VIDEOGAME.

15. Toby will be the first and last pet I have as a single person. Once he goes, I will only get another dog if my wife or kids really want one. Otherwise, I really think my lifestyle is not suited to owning a dog. A cat maybe, but I'm never getting a cat.

14. I am a blade enthusiast. I have multiple folding knives, a couple fixed blades, a couple machetes, and someday hope to own a real daisho set -- a katana and a wakazashi.

13. Continuing from above, however, I would use my blades either only as tools or decoration. If I ever got into a fight, I would much rather use an eskrima stick or a baton, as I am being trained in that and feel that I would be much more dangerous and efficient with one (or two) of those.

12. By the end of this year, I will be an uncle! I am looking forward to spoiling that brat so bad, haha.

11. The end of February marks my first year living up in Oregon, living out of my parents' house, and living alone.

10. Neil Patrick Harris is my biggest mancrush. I LOVE his acting. The way he delivers his lines, all the little facial ticks/expressions he puts in for his characters, just every little thing he does. How I Met Your Mother is officially my favorite TV show of all time, and Dr. Horrible is my favorite musical of all time (which doesn't say much considering I don't like any other musicals besides Grease). And the man looks good in a suit. And if you search NPH on IMDB, his page comes up. How awesome is that?

9. For a person who has never ever taken public transportation for over half of my life, I am quite comfortable taking the MAX to school and back. But for some reason, I still don't like buses.

8. All my tattoos are in Latin. It started with "Veritas" from Boondock Saints, which means truth. Then I got "aevitas", which means life. The third one that I was talking about above will have "Omnia Vincit Amor", which means "Love conquers all."

7. One of my weekly activities is playing Halo 3 on Xbox Live with my cousin Kent. He's become one of my best friends since I moved up to Oregon. Despite our age difference, we have a very similar sense of humor. We love mocking all the people we kill in our fake viet fob accents and teabagging their corpses. Actually, my fake viet fob accent is second-hand. I took it from him, and he took it from his mom I believe.

6. My sleep schedule is completely whack. Throughout the week, I get around 4-6 hours of sleep per night, and then my body makes up for all of it at the end of the week when I get a free day and can sleep in. At that point, I am dead asleep for at least 10 hours, sometimes 12. The funny thing is that I have some friends whose normal amount of sleeps equals to 10 hours a night.

5. My diet consists of mostly chicken and salmon. That's all I really cook at home anymore. Rice, vegetables, and one of those. I eat that until I get sick of it, and then go out with my friends to Buffalo Wild Wings or some other restaurant, or I go out and get pho or Thai food by myself.

4. I think if I were to meet my next girlfriend somewhere, it'd be a coffee-shop/bookstore type of environment. However, I don't really like hanging out at those places unless I had a friend to sit and chat with. If I had more time and less responsibilities, I would love to sit out with a cup of coffee and a book to read though.

3. My condo feels more like home than my previous three houses have. The last house that really felt like home was my house on N. Hillview Drive in Milpitas. The Park Victoria house with the pool, the giant London house, and my parents Beaverton house, even with all of their perks, do not feel like "home" to me. I absolutely love my condo, I love being here, being home, relaxing in front of my tv, and having people over to hang out.

2. How I Met Your Mother really changed my life. From Ted's stories of his love life to Barney's ridiculous outlook on life to Marshall and Lily's ideal relationship, I've learned so much about myself and how I should be. Not because I want to act like them, but because the writers behind the show had some real lessons and bits of wisdom for me to think about underneath all the comedy. HIMYM helped me realize that the way I had been living my life was no way to live, and that trying to enjoy it despite any and all problems is the only way to survive. "When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story."

1. I love hugs. In high school, everybody got a hug from me, and everybody wanted a hug from me. Not in a creepy or sexual manner, but in just a comforting friendly way. I was raised in a very affectionate manner, I guess. I still hug my grandma everytime I see her, as well as all my aunts. I hug all my friends in Cali too. I've noticed people up in Oregon are much less affectionate in that manner. And yes, I do miss giving out hugs sometimes.]]> Thu, 29 Jan 2009 17:06:08 -0800 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/1059826 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/1051063
Now, let me be clear here, I agree. NOBODY wears a suit out to pick up girls. Unless you're looking for a prostitute who accepts lavish gifts in the form of clothes and jewelry as payment.

The guy had a point. The suit isn't me. I'm out of my natural element. Girls respond to a guy who's confident with who he is, not a mask (or a suit) he's trying to be.

So I explained, futilely. Which probably was my dumb move of the night, trying to explain ANYTHING to an adult, let alone a drunk one. I didn't put on my suit for girls. I put on my suit to have a good time with my friends. We had dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings, and then went over to Coyote's to have a drink and enjoy the scenery (mainly being the waitresses, considering there were all OLD people there that night).

But no, he calls bullshit. The only reason guys go out has to be to meet girls and hit on them. Listening to this guy's self-righteous bullshit made me realize something very important:

I may not be good at being single; in fact, I plain fucking suck at being single, suit or not. I'm no good at meeting girls, making them laugh, keeping them interested; I don't know and can't follow all the stupid dating rules, what to say, what to do, when to say things, when to do things, where, how, why, blah blah bullshit etc. I have no "game". I don't look attractive. My personality takes a bit of time to get used to and to become likable, which is entirely shit when it comes to making first impressions on girls.

BUT, I've realized that the most I've enjoyed my life, the most carefree and worryfree I've ever been, the closest I've been to my serenity, is when I'm hanging out with my friends and we're only focused on having a good time. And by that, I mean we actually have activities to do besides FIND A GIRL and DANCE WITH/HIT ON HER.

Eskrima with Brice. Shooting with Reuben. Disneyland with Rob. Halo with Kent. Shopping with Thu. Suiting up with Andy. Bdubs with Liz. Dancing with Romil and Daniel. Late night conversations with Tina. Homecooked meals with Jenn and Noel. Music with Dad. Skating with Justin.

And during any of these things, if a girl happens to come into view and into my life, then awesome. But that shouldn't ever be the point. Not when I have these memories.

I told them that I suited up once a week so I could go out and enjoy my night with my friends. I worry about girls every other fucking day, let me have my one night out.

People think the suit is the mask I put on. I realized that when I'm in my suit, I'm in my element. That is me being myself, having fun with friends, and not worrying about girls.

It's all of those "other" days that I have my mask on. When I'm out in my normal clothes and checking out girls and trying to figure out how to talk to one and what to say and what not to say and all that bullshit.

So fuck all those other days. Every day should be a SUIT UP day. Not literally, but figuratively. I'm going to spend every day NOT worrying about meeting someone and what to say when I do. I'll be having fun with my friends. And someday, the right one will come along and talking to her won't be a worry because she'll be one of those friends I have fun with.

So I ended up totally ditching the drunk guy along with a couple of my other friends. The last couple friends finally got away from him. It wasn't a total waste though. This dude bought all of us tequila shots. That was awesome. And hey, none of this would've happened if we didn't SUIT UP tonight.

"It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me."]]> Sat, 24 Jan 2009 13:23:10 -0800 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/1051063 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/1002706
For the uninformed people, it's been snowing like crazy the past week. And no, this is NOT normal weather for us here. I have heard it has not snowed here in fifty years. Not only that, we have a record breaking amount of snow since 1941. And you know, I normally always chalk things up to coincidence. How come my first Oregon winter is insane like this? My first Christmas? I chose to spend the holidays up here, alone or not. Didn't want to fly home. If I did, I would've missed this snow -- this snow that hasn't come in half a century. Religious/spiritual or not, there's just something magical, something majestic, something just plain beautiful about the snow coming down and everything just turning into a brilliant white.


The second to last week of school, I was stressed out. I'd been feeling lonely because I was trapping myself in my condo to focus on my finals. Finishing projects, studying... it's always a maddening time for anybody in school. But, I was feeling lonely for a few reasons. I've been barely talking to my friends from California. In fact, I really only talk to Rob and Liz O anymore. I also had barely been seeing any of my friends up here. Liz S had been short on money, and we haven't been going to our usual bdubs hangouts for a while. Reuben was MIA, focusing on a few tests for his new career, and our schedules were just always inconveniently off. Brice was in the same boat for me since we go to the same school, except since he's in more advanced classes, he needs even more time to work on his projects. And the icing on the cake, hearing that my ex had found somebody. Quite honestly, even though I am completely sincere about my supporting of her being happy with a new guy, it still hurts a bit to hear that. I don't hold it against her, I'm not jealous mad at the other guy, nothing of that sort at all. But it's just news that can't help but sting a little, you know?

But whatever, right? After finals are over, my sister would be coming up and spending a week with me. I'd have family here for Christmas. And that was all that mattered to me then. I just wanted to make it through, pick her up at the airport, and have a good time. But in came the snow. I started worrying about whether my sister could make it up here.

And then finals hit, and I was fully focused on finishing projects. At the same time, I was getting trapped in my condo because of the snow. I was really really worried about my finals though. I had a C in astronomy, and missed two pages of the homework packet, and didn't know how the hell I was going to study for the final. I also had a 5 page paper due. The lectures in my linear algebra class were a joke, and the only graded things in our class were the midterm and the final, and I had gotten a D on the midterm. I had a shitload of modeling and texturing I still needed to do for my modeling project, which was a failing project at the time.

But I woke up on the first day of my finals, being astronomy on a Monday, and school got canceled because of the snow. My teacher gave us the choice of either making up the final at some point, or turning in the homework packet as the final and the paper on Thursday. That gave me time to postpone that final and instead work on my modeling project. With my extra time, I managed to get a finished result I was satisfied with. However, the modeling project and my linear algebra final were both on Wednesday, so I had no time to relax. I busted out my math notes, and then sadly realized that my notes were not only incomplete, but useless because the lectures, as I said before, were a joke. I didn't know how I was going to pass that class. After 5-6 hours or staring at the homework problems and my scribbled notes, I just surrended to the despair. I was going to fail. No fucking way I could pass it. I closed everything up and just went to sleep.

Woke up on Wednesday, and went to my math class. My classmate joked (because of the snow), "I thought you weren't going to make it today. Unsafe traveling in the snow haha." He then proceeded to, "So Greg (our teacher) totally forgot his book and our finals, so he took my homework questions and is now copying them for our final." Seriously? We had solution sheets to the odd problems in our homework. Even if he chose even numbers, we could at least work out the odd numbers surrounding it to make sure we know how to do the problem correctly. But not only that, it took him a while to choose out the problems and make all the copies, so by the time he got back and handed them out, we technically only had half an hour of classtime left. He told us we could just take it home, do it and email it to him over the weekend. ANOTHER final extension. How awesome is that?

My modeling project turned out not too shabby. Classmates liked it, and the music was pretty damn well timed. It got a good laugh. I ended up getting a C on the project (and therefore the class), and I'm happy with that haha. Last final was to be on Thursday. It was my programming final, and I wasn't worried about that at all. Easy A, no problem. Just had to finish that astronomy homework packet and paper by 2pm on Thursday. Wednesday night, I get an email from my programming teacher saying that the final was canceled, and that we could email our projects to her whenever. Since I already did mine pretty fast, I sent it off to her. I then proceeded to get my homework packet done on Wednesday night, included the pages I missed. Thursday morning, since my final got canceled, I was able to spend more time on my paper, finished that with an hour to spare and emailed it. I was then finally able to relax for the next two days, planning to do my math final on Sunday while waiting for my sister to fly in at night.

Sunday morning, I wake up and start working on my final. I am getting stressed out because I have only been able to finish seven out of ten problems, and I was just stuck. During that time, I get a text from my sister saying that her flight got canceled because of the weather. I continue for another couple hours futilely. I get another text saying that it couldn't be rescheduled at all, all flights to the northwest are being canceled. I grab a couple beers and down those because I'm upset at everything about then. I, at most, could get a C on my final IF I got everything right. And now my sister couldn't come at all, meaning I was alone for Christmas. After a nice buzz and another couple hours, I just gave up. Scanned it in and sent it to my teacher. At least I was done with finals, right? I ended up getting a final grade of a C in that class. How? Who knows?! But I'll fucking take it, LOL!



Let's back it up a day. Saturday, I opened at my store. This was the day it REALLY started snowing. I made it back home after my shift, and that would be the last time I've driven my car up until this current moment. So Monday comes around, and I'm still stuck at home. Brice gives me a call and asks me if I want to get picked up and hang out at his place with his roomates (his older brother Dominic and Dom's gf, Laura). I jump at the chance to hang out with a good friend and get out of my house. They all figured I was getting sick of being stuck home alone, and they were right. So I talk to Brice about how my sister couldn't make it up, and he invites me over to spend Christmas with them, and have dinner at Laura's parents' house. I kinda felt like I was intruding, so I said "Sounds good, but yeah we'll see". I hung out with them, spent the night on Monday, and in that one day grew to really like Dom and Laura too.

Tuesday night, Andy invites me out to a movie with him and some other of his friends. Normally, I don't feel comfortably hanging out with a group of people I don't really know. But screw it, I'm sick of being stuck at home. So I jump on the max and get off at his stop, which is a short <10min ride to the 3rd stop from mine. He also lives right next to a max station, which is awesome to us cause it's pretty easy for us to hang out regardless of snow. We went and saw Yes Man, which had some pretty funny moments and a cute girl. It was worth going out. I didn't care much for his friends, but it seemed like he didn't really either. It was basically us hanging out, watching the movie and commenting on it to each other. Before the movie, I got a tour of his nice house. We talked about knives, eskrima, video games, and other random stuff. Andy's becoming a pretty good friend.

Wednesday, Christmas eve. I wake up feeling pretty lonely considering I'm going to spend Christmas eve alone. I spend the first half of the day just kinda brooding around the house. I think this was also the day Kelsey officially told me. My parents were keeping me informed about their Christmas party back in Cali, and that just made me feel even more alienated. Around 3-4pm, Brice calls me up and tells me the plans for Christmas. We were supposed to be up somewhat early (10ish - which totally didn't happen), so if I wanted to he could just pick me up then so we could hang out and I could just sleep over again. And in case you were unsure, yes he keeps picking me up because I can't drive my car through that amount of snow. So I was happy to not spend Christmas eve alone. We played a LOT of Starcraft, and I watched them three open up a few presents. Oh yeah, we had Cabana's for dinner, which is the best Mexican restaraunt I've been to up here. Of course, it doesn't compare to Mexican food in Cali, but it's still pretty damn good, and I had been craving it for a LONG time considering I was stuck at home for a long while and was eating the same food over and over.

Laura and Dom headed to sleep quite a bit earlier than Brice and me. We were up playing Starcraft til about 3, give or take half an hour. Apparently, their dog, who was sleeping in Laura and Dom's room, kept waking Laura up, so she let him out of their room sometime in the morning so she could get back to sleep. The dog came down and proceeded to wake me up at 9am. I then spent about an hour and a half to two hours on Brice's computer waiting for everybody to wake up. But after they woke up, Christmas was starting to roll. Breakfast was being prepared, Laura went to pick up her parents who weren't ready so she came back with presents that I helped carry in, and then she took off again a little later to pick up her parents.

They finally got everybody over and breakfast served around 12:30-1, hahaha. It was a ridiculously good "breakfast" though. We were all fucking stuffed. They then opened presents, which was really fun to watch. These people actually THOUGHT about their presents and bought cool things. My family just buys generic shit like random toys for the little kids, chocolate/wine for the adults, and cash/gift cards for everybody else. And of all the times I mention to my family "Banana Republic, Best Buy, or Fry's" they never get it. But LAURA, who on Christmas had seen me for the fourth time ever, knew that I liked BR and was going to get me a gift card from there but she didn't know they closed their store in the mall she was at, and didn't have time to stop by the other one at the other place. However, they managed to find an unused $25 Best Buy gift card and gave that to me, which is awesome! I wasn't expecting anything from them at all. It was nice enough I got to spend Christmas with them. I feel bad for not getting them anything, but I blame that entirely on the snow. Otherwise, I definitely would have driven out to get them something. But at least I didn't show up to their house empty handed. I brought over chips, soda, a bottle of wine, and a bottle of Sailor Jerry's.

We had dinner at Laura's dad's house, and it was AMAZING. Honey baked ham, potatoes, wild rice, and a port peach dessert. And for drinks, we all emptied the bottle of wine I brought, which was a major hit with everybody. They all loved the wine. After dinner, Dom, Brice, Laura's younger brother Scott (who is surprisingly extremely good at guitar - the dude can sweep pick!) and I all played some rounds of pool. Scott gave me a good run, but I managed to squeak out a win. I completely raped Dom and Brice though, but to be fair I have clocked in a lot more hours playing pool through my life so everything comes back pretty naturally.


All in all, it was an awesome Christmas. Brice, Laura, and Dom all feel like family to me now, much like my group of friends in Cali. Those three, Reuben, Andy, and Liz S. really make me feel like this is home. I have great friends up here that now I really feel like I can call up whenever I want and not feel like just a welcomed outsider. I finally feel like not only do I live here, not only do I feel like I have a home here, but now I feel like I belong. Problems aside, life isn't that bad at all. I may not have my blood family here with me, I may not have a girlfriend, I may not be that close to finishing school, but this is enough for me. It's enough to make me smile and keep me smiling.

And so, tonight Reuben calls me at 11:45pm, and tells me he's on his way to pick me up and we're meeting Andy and some other friends out at a bar. I haven't seen Reuben in much too long, so regardless of my lack of comfort at going to a bar to hang out with people I don't really know at the time of the night, I decided to go anyways. Who knows, maybe something good will happen. And it ended up being a good time. It was a cool place, had a band that played (who wasn't very good, but who cares if you're drinking haha), and there were a lot of random people and girls there. It can be like my own McLaren's (How I Met Your Mother reference - the bar they hang out at all the time and find girls to ask out and generally is just THEIR place to chill). It was a good time. Andy and I want to SUIT UP the next time we go. And we want to go every Friday night. And play the "Hi, haaaave you met ____?" game. Hahahaha. And I'm sure one of these days, I'm going to go dance while the band is playing. Which also gives me an opportunity to meet somebody and ask them to dance with me, haha. It sounds like it'd be really good times for the years to come.

Another thing I have to mention is that Dennis and I have started talking a bit more again. While I was having my problems, he was going through some of his own, and he came to me with them. If you've forgotten, Dennis is one of my best friends, the one that I consider to be most like me. And not like me as in we spend a lot of time together so we've picked up a few (or a lot) of each other's characteristics and quirks, but rather the opposite. We barely spend time together, we barely talk, but we just happen to view thing in the same way, think in the same way, and deal with things the same way. Which isn't to say we always agree with each other. We are brutally honest to each other, and will call the other out with no hesitation. So as we discussed our problems, a question came up: "If your life is just NOT going well, is it better to pretend everything is ok and awesome, or is it better to just accept that life is shit and go with it?" It's a hard one for us, because we don't like to pretend anything. "Face the facts, and then act on them." That's just how it is. But both of us surprisingly decided that you can't go through life just feeling like shit. It's better to pretend you're awesome than to show you're shit. You have to smile even if you feel like you have no reason to. And meanwhile, while you are fake smiling, you look for the little things that really do make you smile. You find all the little things you look forward to, and you take what you can get and be happy for it. The quote that I always quote doesn't mean to settle, rather it means exactly this. Life just fucking blows sometimes, but if you have the littlest reason to smile...

"Take what is offered, and that must sometimes be enough."



And to think, if it wasn't for the snow, a lot, if not all, of this post wouldn't have happened...]]> Sat, 27 Dec 2008 17:13:21 -0800 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/1002706 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/979267
Man. What a week it has been. A lot has happened. Well not a lot, but a few major things have happened.

Firstly, my parents and sister visited for Thanksgiving. We had a lot of fun going to restaraunts, shopping, and hanging out and around. My parents brought up baby videos of me when I was between 1 and 4 years old. I was goddamn cute, and goddamn awesome. I had a Michael Jackson t-shirt at 1. I danced and sang at 3. I had lyrics memorized! I even had a good sense of rhythm. My dancing and hand clapping was on beat. AND MOTHERFUCKER, THE SPIN WAS MINE. I had the spin back then, somewhere along the years I lost it. Daniel retaught it to me during our Nasty Boyz sessions, 17 years later. I thought it was his. BUT NOW WE BOTH KNOW. THE MOVE WAS MINE. ALWAYS HAS BEEN. No seriously, have a look: CUTEST THING EVAR.

My sister might possibly be moving up here with me. Well, she'd have her own condo, but most likely another one that's in my neighborhood, so we'd be neighbors. It'd be so great having her up here too. I think we both belong up here. The culture and lifestyle is fitting. Even moreso for her than for me. But first, she'll be visiting me for Christmas, and we'll have fun. Hang out downtown, maybe catch a movie at that cool theater I pass by on the way to school.

Eskrima's been really awesome. Been learning some kickboxing/ernie reyes style striking patterns, a few really awesome eskrido (judo/jiu-jitsu) takedowns, and some disarms. Those takedowns are BRUTAL. One of the moves involves not only putting your enemy on the ground, but hitting him right in the throat and possibly breaking his wrist on the way. As Reuben put it, "keeping his hand with you while his body lands over there." I can easily break people's arms with these moves. The teacher was having a fun time demonstrating on us. "First you block, then you hit him in the knee, then the head, then wrap around, and now you have complete control. Pull him to the ground while pushing the stick down on his arm..." Meanwhile, I'm like "oh god that's not comfortab--- ahhh ahhh ah ah gah ow ow ahh ow arm arm ow" I'm lying on my stomach, face smushed into the ground, arm bent at an awkward angle upwards. Hahahaha. Good times.

So last Monday, I picked up from Best Buy all three seasons of How I Met Your Mother. Awesome, awesome, AWESOME show. Barney Stinson is my hero. Really good storytelling, really good acting, and extremely funny one-liners all over. I relate to Ted so much it's disturbing sometimes because I can guess his lines. But the best part about it is that it helped me re-evaluate some of the shit in my life. The shit that really does NOT matter anymore. I'm tired of holding onto all that. It's enough. And with that, I woke up on Tuesday, and decided to have a positive outlook on things as much as I could. Which, knowing me, isn't saying THAT much, but it's a start. I gotta start somewhere. And quite honestly, life has been a lot more enjoyable since then.

I woke up, decided I was awesome, and the next day, I asked one of my friends from work to go out with me that weekend. She suggested a movie, and gave me a choice between 007 and Four Christmases. Chick flick it is. And besides, I already saw 007. But for the girl, you have to pick the chick flick, lol. We got to the theaters early and NOBODY was in our theater (big surprise). We sat around for about 20 minutes before the movie talking. Commented on the pre-movie slides and commercials, talked about our favorite tv shows (Will & Grace? hell yeah), and just had a fun time. The movie itself sucked pretty bad. I mean, Vince Vaughan and Reese Witherspoon? Of course it was bad. There's no chemistry between those two whatsoever. And goddamn does that guy need to learn how to shut up. He's funny up til a point, and then he passes it and annoys the shit out of you. That and he plays the same damn character in every movie. That particular character was funny in the Wedding Crashers, and that's about it. But I digress. We had a few good laughs during the movie, and I have to say, she has a really cute laugh. She's completely engrossed in the moment and enjoys it. She didn't ask me 50 million questions during the movie either, which is a good thing because that annoys the shit out of me. Like Justin's mom LOL. So yeah, we had a good time. Yesterday I asked her out again to dinner and a movie on Saturday, but she's still not sure if she has the time to. But it seems she does want to. And better yet, she's a fan of watching movies (crappy or not) like me! We're supposed to see Transporter 3 next, so here's hoping. I have a date with a shirtless Jason Statham, and as Jack says, "God help the sister that comes between me and my mister." Yeah, I did. WUTUUUUP?! (Two of my favorite show references in one. Damn I'm good.)

My last day of normal classes is today. Finals next week, and it's going to suuuuuck. A 5 page paper (single-spaced, but with some pictures) and astronomy final on Monday. Linear algebra and my annoying ass 3D modeling project on Wednesday. Programming project on Thursday. And then my nice long break. Sister comes the Sunday after finals, leaves day after Christmas I think. I'm supposed to work on Christmas, which will be pretty win because it's not only pay and a half, but tips get split for that day alone. Oh yeah, one of my awesome moments was eaarrrllyyy in the morn today as I was walking to school. Headphones on, stopped at an intersection. Cuuuuute girl walks up next to me, and I see she has art supplies. So I take my headphones off, and start talking to this random girl, lol. Fashion management major, lives in student housing. Talked to her for the rest of the walk to school, made her laugh a bit. Good stuff. Khoa's got game sometimes. Mostly before 8am before I can think too much about it, LOL. Anyways, it's about time for me to get to bed. It's been a loooong day. Good night all.]]> Fri, 12 Dec 2008 12:08:37 -0800 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/979267 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/949110
I am really, really happy that I started eskrima. I really look forward to my lesson every week. I fully enjoy the hour I spend at the martial arts school. It's a place where my mind isn't racing through all the random stresses of my life. I can forget everything for the hour, focus, learn, and smile. Lose myself in the patterns, in the repetitions, in the reflexes of blocking. It's been a really great stress relief so far. And besides that, it's an awesome as hell hobby. I'm learning all sorts of cool shit I can do to a person using a 2.5 foot stick. I've had one knife fighting lesson too, and that was freaking cool. I've decided to adjust my Saturday availability so I can take the Saturday class too. $85 a month for two lessons a week is entirely worth it to me now. I've taken 4 lessons so far, and hope to keep going for a long time. Four lessons isn't much, but that's a months worth at one lesson a week. I want this engrained in my muscles. The blocks, the disarms, the judo/jiu-jitsu inspired moves (which is apparently called eskrido). It's nice feeling like I belong to something again too. Yes, it really is that important to me, that I'm doing something in my life that is mine and mine alone. Not because of a need of money, or because my parents want me to, or to impress girls, or any other shit. I'm doing it because I love to do it, and that's all the reason I want and need.

So it looks like I'll be spending Christmas alone. Parents are going to Baja California for vacation, and I'm not going back to Cali. Today, I told Ryan (my manager) that I'll be available to work on Christmas day. My particular store won't be open, but others will, and they're taking anybody I guess. Pay and a half? Massive tips from grateful customers? Better than sitting home alone. Liz says she'll probably be home alone too, so we can probably hang out together and have dinner somewhere or something. I'll be surprised if anything's actually open. Brice said I can hang out with him and his roomates for New Year's and that's awesome, but Christmas is a bit different. More personal. It's family time I don't want to intrude on, no matter who invites me. I guess at one point I wouldn't have minded spending Christmas at Kelsey's house, but that's different. Oh well, I'm sure I'll probably still be emo on Christmas though.

It'll be my first Christmas not surrounded by a big family. Always used to having all my uncles and aunts and all my little cousins around. I miss them so much. Every time I come back they are so much bigger. I feel bad not being a part of their childhood as they grow up. I feel like I should be to them what Peter was to me. An older "brother" to confide in. To give them advice and guidance. To help them with problems they'd feel uncomfortable telling their parents about. To take them out and have fun. Buy them drinks from Starbucks or Jamba Juice and walk around the mall with them. The more time passes, the less they know me, and the less I know them. Especially at their age, it's a lot easier for them to forget who I am. I used to be the older cousin who was ALWAYS at the family parties. The one they looked up to and were happy to hang out with. Instead, now I'm the long lost relative, 700 miles away.

As expected, I've already been in less contact with my friends from back in Cali. We don't talk nearly as often or as much as we used to. Too busy in our own lives. Now I feel like I'm slowly losing my family too. It's an incredibly lonely feeling. However, on the flip side, I've growing to love my new home here. I love where I live, so close to everything I need around me, so much closer to my best friends here. Brice and Reuben are two of my closest friends now. Not quite as close as Rob, but he's got a 6-7 year lead on them. But I've been hanging out with them quite often. I see Andy and Brad a lot more now too as I'm taking lessons at the martial arts school. (Reminder - they are 3rd degree black belts who teach there.) I want to become better friends with some people from work. A few of them are really cool. I just need to get past the fact that I hate my job and remember that I hated it back in Milpitas too. The only thing that kept me sane back then were my friends. Tina, Daniel, Romil, and Jenn made it entirely bearable. I need to start letting some of my coworkers here do the same. I don't know how I'll make it another 3-4 months otherwise, let alone the two years it'll take me to graduate.

I bought a few new games recently. I've mentioned Guitar Hero: World Tour already. That game has a lot of good songs. Once I get the drum set, I'm going to hold another party, and hopefully get some females here this time, lol. I also bought Gears Of War 2. Pretty interesting game. The chainsaw is pretty damn awesome. However, the fact that it's third-person really holds me back from really liking it. Which is ironic, considering Max Payne is third-person. But I think I know why I like Max Payne. The view is from directly behind the character. If you ignore that there's a character even there, it's basically an fps. In GoW2, the view is slightly off center, I believe. That slight offset really bothers me. That and I don't really like the "style" of the game - the look, the setting.

The other game I just bought is Mirror's Edge. This game is officially number 3 on my list (after pair of Max Payne games and the Halo trilogy). For those that don't know, it's a game based on parkour, which is the art (and by art, it's more related to martial art than to art art) of getting from point A to point B in the fastest way possible on foot. You sprint across, jump over a gap, slide under some pipes, wall run and jump off the side of the wall onto a higher ledge, climb up a wall to another higher ledge, run and hop over a fence, slide down a rope to another rooftop, etc etc. Efficient transportation using acrobatic running. The design of the game is ingenius. The programming that must've went into it, man I would've loved to work on this project. In fact, I think the freedom and agility you have in this game to move around the environment should be the basis for EVERY game from now on. That, and the graphics are beautiful. It uses the Unreal 3 engine, which is the same engine Brice and I will be developing our game with.

Well, I have to open tomorrow, so I will be getting into bed, reading a little bit, and then getting to sleep early. I have a short shift tomorrow, but I've been pretty tired from today. I had work from 9:30-2:30, then drove around to Target, Safeway, and Petsmart for errands and didn't get home til 4. After putting everything away, I made myself dinner (which is actually the only food I've had all day besides a portbello mushroom piadini from starbucks), and did a shitload of dishes. My fault for procrastinating on it. I hope all is well with my friends back in Cali. I won't be seeing you guys til after the new year hits. I miss all of you a lot. Have a good night, and a great Thanksgiving.]]> Tue, 25 Nov 2008 18:03:48 -0800 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/949110 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/919707
I guess I'll start with my Halloween party. Which was actually the night before Halloween. Had a bunch of friends over. Reuben, Brice, Matt, Andy, Brad, Raphael, Raph's friend whose name I can't remember. We pretty much cleared out an entire bottle of Sailor Jerry's rum between 4 of us. Good stuff. Hint of caramel, so it's a bit sweet, and just mixes wonderfully with coke. That, and it's 92 proof, so a little goes a long way. It's my new drink of choice, so for anybody looking to get me fucked, make sure there's Sailor Jerry's and coke, and I'm good to go, lol. Played a LOT of the new Guitar Hero: World Tour, which is an AWESOME game. It has a LOT of good songs on it, and I'm looking forward to all the DLC (downloadable content) that will come in the future. One of which is the rumored entire Metropolis Pt. 2: Scenes From A Memory album by Dream Theater. Which is my favorite album from them, and will be a fucking bitch to play, but oh so awesome. We played some Halo too, and it was EXTREMELY funny because earlier in the party, Reuben and Raph started trading very very profane, very very wrong jokes. And then when Halo started, we gave the headset to Reuben while I played with Brice and the hilarity continued across to our online party.

What does a baby in a microwave sound like?
.... I don't know, I was too busy masturbating.

LOLOLOL. Just a taste of what was going around at an all-guy party, hahaha. It was good times. I had to close on actual Halloween, which sucked. No getting to see all the kids with all the costumes, and meeting the random people who live around me. I dressed up as a Jabbawockee though. Black jeans, white button up shirt, purple jabbawockee shirt over it, white collar out and over it, sleeves folded up, mask on, fedora hat on, and a purple/white striped tie.

Been shooting a few times with Reuben. Shotgun a couple times, handguns once. I really really want to buy my own shotgun now. I'm looking at the Remington 870 Wingmaster. About 600-700 bucks. Dad says no though. But at some point he'll have to just accept that I can be responsible for myself. But either way, it'll be a while before I can save up enough money for that. I really liked Reuben's H&K P2000 9mm too. I was doing pretty decent with that thing. 10-15 yards, hitting those round clay shotgun targets within a couple shots. Also taking into account that I haven't shot a handgun in forever, and it's obviously not MY handgun I'm shooting. I don't really want to buy a handgun though. Shotgun is a sport/hobby to me, so that's why I want to get that.

About a week or so ago, Brice came asking me to be a part of a project with him. I'm pretty sure nobody who reads this knows about Brice, so let me back up a bit. I met Brice at my new Starbucks. He's a couple years younger than I am. He happens to go to the same school as I do, but he'll be graduating next year, as opposed to me in two years. Whereas I'm taking video game programming, he's all into the game art and design side. Modeling, animating, texturing, lighting, concept art, all of that is him. As I've stated in a previous post, I take all the pretty things he makes, and make them work. Brice and I are planning out a full multiplayer modification using the Unreal game engine. We plan on making it an entirely melee based game. It'll take at least a year, but it'll be really good (and really cool) for us to put on our resumes. We're still in the very beginning stages, throwing ideas out, figuring out how we want it to work, the theme, the weapons, the look, etc etc. After that, Brice starts drawing concept art. Meanwhile, I'll be learning everything I can about the programming side from anywhere I can, internet, my programming teachers at school. It's pretty big, ambitious, but we gotta do what we can to get ahead of the game and secure a job for when we graduate.

Brice and I have also been thinking about how much time we spend in front of our computers between gaming, school, regular leisure time, and our upcoming careers, so we decided to find a hobby to get us OUT and doing something physical. We decided to take Eskrima lessons. I read about it from my friends' martial arts school. (Brad and Andy are both third degree black belts teaching at an Ernie Reyes West Coast school). Since we both like weapon fighting - we're making a melee based game after all - eskrima totally sounded within our interest. We went to our first (group) lesson last Thursday to try it out, and it was really fun. Both of us bought a pair of sticks and paid for the next month. We learned a few different patterns, some blocking techniques, and a cool disarm technique. Rather awesome stuff. I'm looking forward to keeping this up and learning more. Every Thursday, 6-7pm.

Andy happens to teach (or rather, lead) a physical fitness class the hour after eskrima, and invited us to stay. We got our asses kicked so hard. About halfway through I had to call it quits. Sat down for 2 minutes, got up, walked to the bathroom, and sent a prayer to the porcelain gods. Came back, went through the cooldown stretches, and I'm still feeling the soreness right now, hahaha. He offered for us to stay every week without having to pay for it, so I think I might take him up on that so I can get some exercise in at least once a week. Andy is awesome. Really calm, laid back guy. Fit as hell, and is really good at tricking. And pretty damn funny when he's drunk, lol.

On a bad note, I'm getting really really sick of my job. I never have any motivation to bring my A game anymore, unless the mids sucked that bad and I want to get out early. But everything's levelling out, people are doing their jobs, so I don't have to work as hard as I used to. But apparently, that comes off as laziness to other people because they're working their asses off to be half as fast as I am. And you know what, fuck their judging. I do my share, so they can fuck themselves. I don't feel like doing extra work just because I'm faster and can finish all my normal tasks sooner. I don't get paid any more, so why do extra? And fuck all the people who get mad at me for not wanting to cover their shifts. There's a reason I don't work many hours. IT'S BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO. What the hell is the point of me cutting down my availability if I cover every shift people want to skip because they're not feeling good? If people are feeling that sick, they should know beforehand, they should take care of themselves, and they should get somebody to cover it earlier. If I know I have a day off, I'm planning on relaxing and doing work or playing games with friends or going out with them. I'm not gonna drop any of it, friends or no friends, to go to work. Some of you might say, "well nobody will cover your shift when you need it then. you should do it to call in favors later." Sorry, but I've done my share of "doing favors" and covering shifts for people. Favors are never remembered, and never done back for you. If they happen to be free and they WANT to, then they will. But nobody will cover a shift for you out of obligation. I really honestly want to quit, but I don't know where else I would work that would be as flexible with my hours. And I guess it's not so much the basics of the job I'm unhappy with. I'm entirely content in coming in for my scheduled hours, doing my work, and going home. I've just been unhappy with everybody expecting EXTRA of me just because I don't have to work 30-40 hours like they do. My parents worked their asses off so I could concentrate on school and not have to rely on living from fucking starbucks paycheck to paycheck. I'm sorry if you have to, but don't take it out on me. Life dealt us our cards and that's what we have to work with. I know people who don't have to work at all or give a shit about school. But you know what? I don't plan on working at Starbucks forever like some of you people who dropped out of college and take your stupid shift supervisor position too seriously. You forget, Starbucks first and foremost is a part-time temporary job. We are not in it for our careers. So don't expect us to come running every time you snap your fingers. Ok, I think I'm done ranting.

Parents AND SISTER (YAY!) are coming up for Thanksgiving weekend. That will be fun. It's fat season everytime they come up, cause we eat out every day haha. I'm looking forward to hanging out with my sister here. They'll probably come up again for Christmas. Either that, or I'm spending Christmas alone. Heh, I'll just buy myself a bowl of pho and stick on a movie or something. I'll probably spend New Year's Eve with one friend or another, depending on who's doing what. Then I'm coming back to Cali from Monday, January 5th til Sunday, the 11th. We're looking at a few different activities, trying to choose. San Francisco Zoo, Monterey Bay Aquarium/Carmel, Six Flags Magic Mountain, paintballing. We'll have to discuss it and see. But yeah, that's just about all I've been up to lately. Right now though, it's just about Starcraft time. Good night, folks!]]> Sun, 09 Nov 2008 04:21:10 -0800 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/919707 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/911042
Time to tell me the truth
To burden your mouth for what you say
No pieces of paper in the way
Cause I can't continue pretending to choose
The opposite sides on which we fall
The loving you laters if at all
No right minds could wrong be this many times

My memory is cruel
I'm queen of attention to details
Defending intentions if he fails
Until now, he told me her name
It sounded familiar in a way
I could have sworn I'd heard him say it ten thousand times
If only I had been listening

Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
You and me
Always between the lines
Between the lines

I thought I thought I was ready to bleed
That we'd move from the shadows on the wall
And stand in the center of it all
Too late two choices to stay or to leave
Mine was so easy to uncover
He'd already left with the other
So I've learned to listen through silence

Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
You and me be
You and me always be

I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say
I'll talk until the conversation doesn't stay on
Wait for me I'm almost ready
When he meant let go

Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
You and me
Always be
You and me
Always between the lines]]> Wed, 05 Nov 2008 09:54:30 -0800 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/911042 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/889414 -- Yusuke Urameshi

Genkai: You'll never succeed if you're always holding yourself back in case it doesn't work out! You need to bite the bullet and start caring about something important with all your heart!
Yusuke Urameshi: [pause] Ok, but what's important?


I've spent most of my life dedicated to music. Playing all my different instruments, drums especially (as everybody knows), playing in bands, playing to get better, learning songs for my own enjoyment. I even substitute taught drums for a while. I played in rock bands of different genres on different instruments, sang, played in my high school drumline, unofficially was section leader. I put together my own small acoustic band and organized two shows at my old Starbucks. I chose songs, put together the parts, organized rehearsals, put together a schedule. It defined me. "What do you do?" "I am a musician."

I was a musician. I stopped playing two years ago. The irony of the timing of that loss along with another important loss in my life just hit me. Of course, it was easy to forget my passion for music with the loss of love hanging overhead. But over the past few months, I've started to realize that my feeling of emptiness is not completely defined by love. I feel empty because I don't know what defines me as a person anymore.

I have school, I have work, but neither define me. Now, more than ever, my friends do not define me. Independence has its pros and cons. Being in love does not define me. It was a means to share what defined me with somebody else.

So what does? I'm not a musician. I'm not an athlete. I'm not a martial artist. I'm not a dancer. I refuse to let myself be completely defined by my career, so therefore I am not just a video game programmer. I'm not one of those guys that spends 4 hours daily at the gym. I don't spend every weekend at the bar or club.

It's funny, in my last post, I spent a whole paragraph writing what I have. And now it doesn't matter that much to me because it doesn't tell me who I am. I touched on this point at the end of this post, and now I'm elaborating.

I just met this girl, been talking to her. She's involved in all sorts of activities. Volleyball, dancing, other clubs/organizations. She even offered to send me information about any I'd be willing to join. My lack of motivation to commit to anything is disheartening. Most people don't like to step outside their bubble of comfortable-ness. I'm not even comfortable in my own bubble, let alone stepping outside of it. It's not much of a wonder why nobody finds me that interesting anymore. I don't know what to do about it though.

How am I supposed to just suddenly gain motivation to try something new? Besides having a friend to go with, I don't know how else to force myself to go out to do something regularly. With a band, I had a responsibility to my bandmates. I don't know if I'm ready to take on that responsibility again for something else. Especially if I'm not entirely sure if I want to do it. Maybe I still have more waiting to do. Until something strikes me in the right way. Or maybe I really do need to just suck it up and force myself into something. I don't know.]]> Fri, 24 Oct 2008 01:59:24 -0700 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/889414 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/867370
"They're all part of the list
Things that I miss
Things like your funny little laugh
Or the way you smile or the way we kiss
What I notice is this I've come up with
Something new every single time that I sit and reminisce"

Good song. I like Ne-Yo's new album. "Mad" is probably my favorite song currently. He writes lyrics that aren't overly obvious, but not stupidly pretentious. They're just things you can relate to, in some way, at some point. Feelings you've had, put down in words, set to music.

I've been really enjoying my condo. It's just so much more convenient for everything. School, work, friends. Except for that last part, I haven't hung out with my friends much lately. I've hung out with Reuben a couple times though. Went to the gym one day, went skeet shooting another day. We're going shooting again on Sunday morning too, I think. And next time he goes to the gym, I'm coming too. I really need to get back to working out. That's probably why I've been so tired lately, too much time spent being lazy.

I've just been pretty unmotivated lately. Uninspired. In almost all aspects of my life. Surprisingly though, I'm pretty determined for school. I'm aiming for all A's and B's. And that's realistically. Optimistically, I'm hoping for at least 2 A's and 2 B's, maybe even 3 A's and 1 B. Unrealistically, I'm getting that fucking 4.0, lol. Taking linear algebra, which I hope to fucking SMASH ON cause it's math and I'm fucking Asian. Hah. Also taking astronomy and this mel-scripting class, which with a bit of time and work put into it, I should do fine in. My 3D modeling & animation II class is going to rape me from all directions though, apparently. I'm gonna have to really work hard in that class. But I'm determined.

I guess it might be because I have nothing else. I stopped playing music a long time ago. I haven't danced in forever. I haven't been on a date in forever. I don't do martial arts, I'm not an artist, I don't regularly go to the gym. I just don't have anything I feel that defines me anymore. And being a musician most of my life, I guess I feel it's important that I can define myself somewhere. Right now, I feel like I have nothing. And I don't feel inspired to start anything new or old.

I actually really miss playing guitar with Doreen and Marc. Playing and singing was really fun. I miss dancing too, but that's not really the culture up here. Nobody really dances. And I'm inbetween the extremes when it comes to dancing. I'm not the type to dance in front of random people in a club, but I'm not the type to take a class and perform. Not confident and not comfortable enough for either. I spent about half of my life taking music lessons, so I'm not about to start that again.

I live alone, out of my parent's house, in an entirely new state. I'm a pretty good cook, and I do cook for myself more often than I go out to eat. I do my laundry. Take out my trash. Clean my home. Walk my dog. Take care of my dog. I'm not in debt. I've been working at Starbucks for a year and a half now. I'm going to college. Studying to be a video game programmer. I'm Vietnamese-American. I have a couple good friends up here. More good friends back in Cali. Loving parents and sister. I play Halo 3 on Live with one of my cousins from Cali, who's also one of my best friends, every weekend. I was in love once, and now that ex and I have finally worked out how to stay friends, which was no easy feat. I was a groomsman at my best friends' wedding. I can still pick up my musical instruments and play something. I can still have fun dancing if I'm in the right situation. I can hold my own playing a sport for fun. I'm pretty decent at some videogames. I have a pretty varied music collection. I have a decent singing voice. I'm not too bad at clay shooting with shotguns. I enjoy gym time with a friend, but not so much by myself. I've performed in front of decently large crowds of people and in front of small groups of friends and family. I've vacationed in a good number of different states and countries. I should be graduating in two years with a bachelor of science degree.

I wrote that to remind myself of what I have and what I am. Because I really have been forgetting these past couple weeks. Even then, I don't feel as if any of these things define me. It's a very empty feeling. That feeling must show, because I'm pretty sure that's why nobody's been interested in me. And that's what "they" say, you gotta love yourself before anybody else can. Maybe when I find out what defines me again, I can be confident in myself and show it and live a better life. But right now, I'm still trying to find myself. Waiting for opportunities to arise, and taking them when they do.

Sorry for the emo post. But that's what my livejournal's for. I don't exactly sit alone in a dark room in front of my computer contemplating happy thoughts. It'd be nice though, and yes, this is a call for attention, if any of you reading happen to also be/have been a friend of mine, to remind me of who I am to you. Post a comment with a memory of us that sticks out to you. Doesn't matter if it's a little thing or a big thing, a few words I might've said or a whole situation we were in. I just want to remember. I don't want to feel empty. I will greatly appreciate it if you take a couple minutes out just to say something, anything. Thanks.]]> Sat, 11 Oct 2008 06:14:29 -0700 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/867370 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/848233
There hasn't been one presidential election where I've heard a bunch of good things about one candidate. All I ever hear from both sides is just how bad the other candidate is.

"I'm voting for this guy cause the other guy sucks. And he sucks. And he sucks some more. And holy shit, he sucks."

"Well I'm voting for this guy cause the other guy is full of fail. He's made of fail. All he does is fail. And damn does he fail."

And I hear this from the most uninformed people who just hear things second hand to the people who kind of keep up with it to the people who really fucking do their research.

Maybe I'd be more willing to vote if somebody came out and said "This guy is just awesome because he wants to do this and change this and improve this and has this planned and won't do this and will help this and he's so smart for thinking about this and he cares so much about this."

And you may think, "well why don't you do your own research and find that out?" My response is: if THAT kind of information is not widely available enough that even I haven't come across it, then there's something wrong. I really shouldn't have to go looking that hard for that. Our candidates should inspire that strongly enough in their supporters that it spreads by word of mouth alone.

So fuck that. I'll vote when I feel like I want to support a candidate, not when I feel like picking the lesser of two dumbshits. That's not much of a choice to me, and there's no satisfaction in saying, two years from now, "oh well at least he's not as much of a shithead as the other guy would have been." Too bad, we still got stuck with a fucktard as a president, and you helped put him there.

Not looking for a rebuttal from anybody. Some people asked why I don't want to vote, there it is. If you don't agree, you can go exercise your right to vote and let me exercise my right to not vote. Not making a decision is making a decision too.]]> Sun, 28 Sep 2008 19:09:47 -0700 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/848233 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/797269
My playlist:
Insane - Live at the LA Greek Theater (pulled from youtube)
Rootless Tree - Live at Fingerprints - Warts and All EP
I Remember - Live at Fingerprints - Warts and All EP
Cannonball - Live at Fingerprints - Warts and All EP
Amie - O
Elephant - 9
Delicate - O
9 Crimes - 9
Cheers Darlin' - O
Sleep Don't Weep - 9

10 songs, almost an hour long.
To be enjoyed with a glass of wine (or 4).
Let your mind and heart sift through the memories, good and bad.
In the end, all you're left with is these memories and this music.]]> Fri, 29 Aug 2008 12:56:14 -0700 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/797269 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/789299 http://www.erightsoft.org/GetFile.php?SUPERsetup.exe]]> Mon, 25 Aug 2008 07:53:28 -0700 http://virb.com/drumzboy/posts/text/789299