what would christmas be without gifts? What would christmas be without hella food? What would christmas be without white elephant and stealing hella things? What would christmas be without randomly bursting out in singing christmas songs all day? What would christmas be without stress over trying to get all the presents wrapped, sorted, and packed into the car? What would christmas be without hella text messages from friends saying an assortment of Merry Christmas' or Happy holidays? what would christmas be without going to church at 11 pm because they moved the midnight mass one hour earlier? what would christmas be without taking hella pictures with hella different assortments and arrangements of family? What would christmas be without going to the parks with your family and then having to go home because your cousin hurt his wrist trying to jump off the swings? What would christmas be without hella different board games?
What would Christmas be without love?
I love Christmas.
hell no you know they polo!
I'm sorry. I really hate for this precious blog to become none other than a 2girls1cup reaction page... but I had to post this one. It's hella good.
Who shows it to their grandma though.. seriously?!??
I am not afraid of dying...
But i do fear death...
Is that possible?
I hella want to eat here.
click for more pictures.
I will go to Taiwan JUST to eat there. Mannnn.
I'm thankful each and everyone one of you were born into this world, or there would be some sort of void in my life that I would be unaware of. You've all affected my life positively in more ways than one.
I'd love to tell you all individually how much/why I love/appreciate y'all (as Angel and Stephen have done), but I think the turkey's still got a hold on me. Just ask me in person, and I'll tell you... ha.
Friiieeeeendshit... i mean, ship.
=)
Dear juys/jirls,
You all own at being hella good friends. And when I say good, I don't mean hella weak.
I ballsac (<3) all of you.
-B.Mac
Guys and Gals,
Thank you for all of your excellent friendships; I am entirely grateful for each and every one of you.
I want you to all know that you will all see great places, you will all do great things.
Some words to live by: Be thankful for where you are today, be thankful for everyone and everything that influences you and makes you who you are. You will not get anywhere in life by yourself.
Peace.
my short thanksgiveness:
you guys and gals really take the monotony out of my life. thanks for making me laugh for no reason. and in all honesty, i can't really recall having a headache in quite some time now.
peace be the journey.
dd
So going off the holiday spirit and son's blog...i just want to acknowledge everyone for contributing to the amazing experience thus far.
Of course thanks to my family for just supporting me and loving me unconditionally.
Beehive (My sweeeet):
Thanks for sticking with me thru the worst and just loving me regardless of all the crap we go thru. As horrible last year was we got thru it all. Thank you for your unending love and just being there for me. We finally got to ERASE all the bad and start over with the BEST! You're the bestest bofr and my best friend. I love you beyond anything comprehendable and you STILL make me super cheesy like a polaroid picture. I LOVE YOU and I can't imagine spending the rest of my life loving anyone else. =)
Friends:
Son: you are truly amazing. Thanks for the bonding sessions and for saving me haha. I'm so happy that we've gotten so close this year. You're one of the main reasons Davis was so worth coming back to. On the real I would never ever wish for a better son! I can't wait to make more hella fun memories and sexy dances. You're truly inspirational and I'm so proud to see you step up and be so confidently passionate about what you do. Like I told you before, you're one of the dopest people I know.
Regine: I HATE YOU! Thanks for being so hospitable! you're my joy of Davis =) Just seeing you brings a smile to my face. I can't wait for more cooking nights and sleepovers!
B-Mac: thanks for being an awesome step-dad to my child and for giving the most affectionate and intimate hugs. haha! Foreals tho...thanks for the fun times! I always enjoy our lunches and random coffee trips and just chatting at the bus store. You're hella dope person and super inspiring all the time. I could listen to you talk forever. Your passion is untouchable and inspires me to keep going =)
JRF: So crazy how we just became friends this past summer, but I feel like I've known you forever. You're so talented in everything! Thanks for the cooking nights and being a hella dope friend. You're hilarious and just dope to talk to! Thanks for letting me own you in scrabble. I know you let me win from the goodness of your heart. haha! On the reals you're hella dope.
Danny: You're my favoritest DJ and neighbor! =) Hella crazy cuz last year at this time I had just met you! I'm happy I got to know you this year and I'm excited for more memories. You're super talented and hella chill to kick it with!
Marlon: Hella crazy how fast time has gone by! I still remember the simpler days of meeting you 3 times and tinikling practice. haha! I'm thankful that you've become one of my good friends and I can always turn to you for a good laugh. Thanks for always being real and hella cool to chill with.
Soulmate: SOOOUULLMATE! you've helped me thru soooo much! I'm thankful for all the support you've given me to get thru the toughest times. I love you sooo much! candy candy candy! =)
The Rest of my Davis loves: You all make my time here so wonderful. I'm so thankful that I am able to come back to such dope people. Thank you for all the laughs and good times this year. Can't wait to make more memories, this is only the beginning. =)
My Sac Loves: Thanks for sticking thru everything in the past years. Life has been crazy I'm just happy I can call you my best friends of almost 7 years! Life would be crazy mess without you! I love you all sooo much =)
To everyone else...: You've made a significant impact on my life whether you know it or not. I can't wait to get to know you and I'm excited to maek more memories in the future =)
I love the holidays...While everyone always says that you should recognize everyone all the time... I think it's the perfect break from life to actually sit back and realize how much everyone contributes to your life. Christmas music and hella foods are perfect for making life happy =)
Thanks everyone! I love you all and you all inspire me to keep just being me.
So as i'm looking forward to the day known as "Thanksgiving" i start to think about what this day really symbolizes. So i know that everything i learned in elementary school is bullshit, and the pilgrims and the Indians didn't just sit down and start eating dinner together, i know that's not true. But i wonder if it is wrong for me to celebrate the day anyway. i know personally, i find myself not being grateful for all of the things that i should be grateful for. So tomorrow i will not be celebrating the day which the pilgrims came to America and murdered hella native americans; no i will be celebrating a day that i try to be thankful for all of the blessings that i have, and thankful for all the people and things that have helped make me the person that i am today. So in this blog, i want to thank some specific people.
First and Foremost: God
Without my creator (this is my personal belief) i would not be on this earth
Next: Family
Thank you my real mom and dad for helping me raise me the best you could (i know they won't read this)
Thanks to my brothers and my cousins for keeping me grounded
Next: Angelica
Thank you for putting up with my bullshit and being the person that you are
Last but not least: Friends
Mom and Dad: thank you for taking care of me and helping me with anything and everything. thank you for listening to all the crap i tell you, and for making the most boring things fun. thank you!
BRIDGE board: thank you for supporting me! thanks for making this year hella fun! thanks for making board meetings entertaining and not a pain to go to even when they run hella long. thanks for making UC davis really feel like home, and thanks for making me feel as if i am making some kind of a difference with my life.
Close friends:thanks for everthing, thanks for helping me be the best person i can be, and thanks for making my life the best life it can be. thanks for being my friends and accepting me for who i am and what i've become. thank you!
Acquaintances: thanks to you all as well! please get to know me better cause i'm down to get to know everyone!
SO this thanksgiving, be thankful for all the people and things that have helped shape you into the people you all have become!
p.s.
Penis
I experienced a fight that began to brew in front of my house. My family and I just stepped out the door, heading towards the van, getting ready to head towards Elk Grove to have dinner with some relatives we haven't seen in a while. To our surprise, we encountered two young guys standing in the middle of the street, eyes fixated on one another in a very intense "what you say 'bout ma' momma?" type of stare.
My family and I looked on, trying to ignore the violent screams coming from the two guys' female peers that stood behind them, who appeared to be either their sisters and/or girlfriends. As I assisted my father with lifting the detachable seat and placing it into the family minivan to accommodate for all of us as passengers, I looked up and saw that the fight had begun. The two young men were swinging at each other, but mostly just hugging and punching each other's heads. One of the fellows even got his shirt ripped, while the other simply removed it for the sake of the fight -- probably to give off a tough-guy image, even though this concept of removing clothes to fight never made sense to me. I always thought removing clothes would only remove body padding, and protection from the hard concrete they were standing and fighting on... but I digress.
With neighbors standing and watching from their driveways as my family was, the fight continued on. The two selfishly fought right in the middle of the street -- sometimes even lying and wrestling on it -- causing vehicles trying to pass come to a halt. Meanwhile, the female acquaintances continued to scream, intensifying the situation, and further provoking the two to fight. "C'mon you can take him... beat his ass!" ... "You better watch you, he gon' kill you!" ... etc. Tension only continued to rise, although the actual conflict -- the two young men fighting -- were barely putting on any kind of dangerous-looking fight. It seemed to me it was another one of those fights for attention, trying to prove to the neighborhood they're hard... or.. whatever. Besides, there's nothing more gangster than fighting in the middle of the street and stopping traffic and having your sister yell obscenities for the entire neighborhood to hear.
There came a point when the fight began to move towards my car, which was parked along the sidewalk. One of the guys pushed the other against my car, and I finally decided to step in. Suddenly it was me doing the screaming, demanding the two to "get off my car." Much to my humor, the female acquaintances from both sides began to scream, "Hey, that's his car -- get off his car!" And surely enough, the two dudes got off my car. For safety's sake of my property, I got into my car, right in the battlefield, made a U-turn, which caused the two to move out of the way, and I parked my car safely in my driveway.
Long story short, enough neighbors, including my mother, had called the police to where a cop car actually showed up within a short time and stopped the fight. As we finally drove away, heading towards the family dinner we nearly forgot about, the two young men were sitting on the sidewalk -- right in front of our house -- with police talking to them.
[End scene.]
OK. Real talk.
So yeah, it sucks that there was a fight in front of my house. Yes, of course, it bothered me. Especially when they got close to my car. C'mon dude, don't fight against my car. But what bothered me most was the aftermath discussion. It was so easy to point fingers at these neighbors simply because they were Black. "It's all because that house on the corner is being rented out to people like that." ... "It's that section 8." ... etc. I didn't even know what section 8 meant, but once I found out it was for lower income families, it made me upset how much people automatically associate "lower income" and "Black" with troublemakers. Rather than treating the situation as an individual, single-case situation, they want to blame the problem on the fact that these people were Black and coming from a background of lower income. I've always been aware of this kind of problem and ignorance, but I don't often experience it first-hand... especially in front of my own house.
And if I may bring this into the mix, tell me why that was the fastest I have ever seen police respond to anything. I've had reports of many other incidents in the past, and they always take forever. In the case of two Black males brawling in the street, the po-po arrives hella fast... coincidence?
I don't know. These incidents are just one of those things which upset me initially because of the stupidity of two people to fight over something in the middle of the street, AND have their female acquaintances be the ones provoking the fight in the first place, rather than trying to stop the conflict... and this upsets me also because of the ignorant standpoint and generalized conclusions people make over the situation -- quick to point fingers in generalized class- and race-based analyses and complaining the neighborhood is "turning ghetto" (even though it's a pretty good neighborhood), rather than considering the possibility that maybe... JUUUUST maybe... this just happened because it just happened. I mean, there's a first for everything, right?
I think I'm just blabbering at this point. But these kind of things don't happen every day. I guess there were a lot of things going thru my mind and now I'm just thinking out loud.
Sorry if none of this makes sense. I didn't proofread at all. Hahaha.
FINAL NOTE: My little sister, Leah, ran upstairs during the fight and filmed the brawl through the window. I'll be selling DVDs for $20 each. Just kidding.
Weng Weng. Filipino actor and martial artist of the 1980s. We love the '80s!
staying up past 3 in the morning to finish a scrabble game with Jrf=priceless
=)
Just another reason John Mayer hella owns.
This is a parody I shot with my friends Sherrod and Melvin. I wish I could tell you what this is a parody of, but as the guy who wrote "Daughters", I feel it's best to just leave you be. [JohnMayer.com]
facebook scrabulous...i challenge any worthy opponents!
prepare for failure! yee!
OK... one concept I've been overthinking a lot (other than the space-time continuum.. don't even get me started on that)... is the idea of the possibility of a parallel Earth. Let me elaborate.
I'm not just talking about an alien life form. Martians and aliens have been thought of forever. I'm talking about another Earth. Like... a planet that was created just like ours.. at the same time... and the same inhabitants, but... separate. I mean, consider this: if there was, in fact, another Earth that existed in another galaxy, also occupied by humans, and also inhabited for thousands of years (by humans), then in what ways, all those years later, would the two planets differ?
This is the part that trips me out the most, because you must consider every aspect of life. Not only things like food and language (of course food is the first thing I think of... I'm such a fat kid), but also little things like... would laughing sound different? Is our concept of laughing simply a super-widespread social construction? Who was the first to laugh like "ha-ha-ha" and why did they react this way when they found something humorous? Or... is laughing really a natural human reaction? Even things like... emotions. Would emotions be different in a parallel world? Would they even be classified? Would the parallel human race be "civilized" as ours is? Or are they still primitive? Or.. on the flip side, are they hellllla advanced in technology, and super owning on us? Is there world peace? Is there constant turmoil? What does it sound like when they talk? Have they gotten in contact with other lifeforms in space? If they did exist.. which Earth would be the one to make contact with the other? Probably the one more advanced in technology.. or seriously considering the concept of a parallel planet in existence (like crazy people like me).
...or... would that parallel Earth be exactly like ours, proving that our fates are inevitable and cannot be changed? Or, of course... maybe there is no parallel Earth.
The questions are seriously endless. It's just a trip to think that if there were a planet like ours, there could be other humans living somewhere else in the endless universe, and they could be wondering about us the same way we wonder about them... but in a completely different language, mindset, lifestyle, and moral system... if any of those systematic concepts even exist in their world.
This goes even beyond the concept of parallel people. Like in Recess, when TJ Detweiler and the gang discovered their rival school had mirrored versions of themselves, just... different ethnicities or sexes. For example, TJ Detweiler's mirror/parallel self was a girl, but she acted and played kickball just like he did.
No no, this concept I'm talking about is an entire world of people that exist just like us... but they're not necessarily like us in any way, other than biologically. The social aspects to consider in this possibility are astounding. I could ask questions and think for dayyyyys on this idea... as you can tell I already have.
Consider this: In Sister Sister, Tia and Tamera were identical twins separated at birth, but found each other when they were teenagers. Although they physically appeared the same, their personalities, after years of living in different environments and under different influences, were very.. well.. different. One was sporty, one was girly, etc. Now, imagine our Earth is Tia, and there is another Earth out there -- a Tamera Earth. Both Tia and Tamera Earths were created at the same time (I mean, they are twins), but separated at the time of their creation. Like Tia and Tamera in Sister Sister, I would argue the two Earths would be the same in appearance of its inhabitants, but their personalities, decisions, and lifestyles would differ greatly. But of course, like with everything, I'm sure the two Earths are bound to have some kind of shared struggles. A "Roger," if you will.
I should sleep.
ratatouille=ownage!
"You must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from... your only limit is your soul...it's true anyone can cook, but only the fearless can be great!" =)
Damn it. I really wanna get these shirts made, but places have large quantity minimums and expensive prices.
Click to Enlarge.
I guess I'll keep looking. If anyone knows any good screenprinter that has cheap prices, little or no minimums, and does big prints, please let me know!
I wrote this back in March, but never really got to sharing it:
he was calm, rested, at ease. it seemed as if he had no worries, no fears. he was not frightened about his future or his past. the only flaw was his tired eyes, tired of the old images that plagued his mind. nineteen-forty-something, pilipinas at war! fast forward to nineteen-ninty-one, a new home away from home. no more banana plantations to care for, no more suffering in the hot, tropical sun. he was now in america, sponsored by and living with his very own son, my father. he was proud of who he was, a hero; my hero. a hero of the philippines. a hero of america. it's been so long since he's held his rifle, fighting for a land that he thought was his own, fighting for freedom that he thought was his. fighting for a cause that personally did nothing for him. you see, he is in america; but he is not american. he shared this same let down with his manongs, all who have had the unfortunate experience of having america turn its back on them. still fighting today--not quite. it's been so long since i've seen him; his ashes lie somewhere in the philippines. if it wasn't for the diabetes, or the old age, maybe he'd still be here today. still strong. still calm, rested, at ease. if it wasn't for the war, i probably would not be sitting in this american home in my american clothes typing on my american laptop made somewhere else. if it wasn't for america--not quite. america stills owes this hero respect, still owes this hero benefits, still owes all the manongs who fought the same putanginang war as their white brothers in uniform. america still owes these veteranos respect, respect that they still do not see to this day. respect that is still being fought for by the poor and unfortunate manongs that live in small bedroom apartments the size of closets. by the manongs who can no longer walk, by the manongs who are slowly passing away while america sits, watches, forgets.
Finally finished a project I've been working on for a few weeks in my Design 157 class. The assignment was to create a flash presentation about some kind of story of immigration, migration, or tourism in our families using some sort of mapping concept. I decided to use photographs as a conceptualization of maps. The photographs pretty much tell the story and map out my father's life, particularly through his life as an immigrant coming to America from the Philippines.
Anyway, here's the flash presentation:
Balikbayan: An Immigrant Story
The information and substance of the project was based on an old interview documentary film I did two years ago for an Asian American Studies class. I interviewed my father and asked him to tell his story. This Flash project is pretty much the same information, but executed in a more interactive interface and presentation.
Just wanted to share. =)
so as i look through old computer files, pictures, school projects and aim convos I realize how much has changed and how fast that time flew by. 2007 was so amazing. Everything came full circle in my life and loose ends were tied. I feel like all of the struggles I went through in 2006 made me appreciate how much I have. I love where my life ended up and I appreciate so much that is around me. I learned a lot from moving to SoCal and I admit that I could never have learned so much had I stayed in my comfort zone. Moving away made me realize who I am and the people that have stayed with me thru it all have come forward as being those who matter most to me. Real friends are very hard for me to come by and I would much rather have a few close ones than numerous acquaintances. The part that I appreciate the most is the restoration of my relationship. I never realized how much my relationship made up my life. What is most significant is that I can honestly say I am comfortably settled down. No regrets, no fear, and no question of where I am meant to be and what I'm meant to do. I love who I have become and I love who I am striving to be which is saying a lot considering where I was at this time last year. And that saying that when you find true love, you just know....well I finally know. =)
Which brings me to the subject of relationships. I love talking about relationships. Good and Bad I feel that relationships show an individual's greatest strengths and their biggest weaknesses. I think that relationships reveal the true person. Stripped away the judgements and facades people put up in social situations, relationships are so real. Being in a long term relationship is an interesting experience. People assume that since you've been with that person for so long that your relationship is perfect. Yet, it has taken me almost 7 years to find my true self in this relationship. It's taken this long to finally fully appreciate my place and self in this relationship. More importantly I think that maturity is really the biggest factor in being able to grow with someone rather than growing apart from that person. I love the fights, I love the struggles the most. I feel that the fights are what truly prove the strength of the relationship. As much as I love the peaceful times, I love getting through the worst. I feel fights are when love shines its brightest. As hard as it has been to get to this point in my relationship, I can say the present is the best that it has been. Being comfortable with yourself and loving who you are plays the biggest role in how you can get along with your significant other. I can go on forever about this...but I think I'll stop here. I've been thru so much with this part of my life and I feel that it's made me reach my highest highs and sink to my lowest low. But it's all worth it in the end. I love you =)
anyway...I'm ready for 2008. I'm excited for the new adventures, struggles and people in the new year.
I guess my current theme of my life is a perpetuation forward building from my history but never dwelling on the past.
I love the memories but I'm ready to move forward. Now that all the ugliness is out of my life...I can begin to appreciate the beauty that is experience.
Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelingsWhat makes the world go 'round? Some people act like they don't even know what's up, but the answer is simple: numbers, numbers, numbers, and the way we manipulate them. Here, I'll show you.
But you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret
They're a million other straws underneath it, it's all mathematics
--Mos Def
What song is playing on your iTunes right now? Steppin' It Up by ATCQ is playing on mine. Listening to the beat of the song alone, have you ever thought about the mechanics of how it was constructed? The measures and scales used? The organization of tones? One thing in music related to mathematics is called "musical set theory," which according to Wikipedia is defined as a "theory [that] provides concepts for categorizing musical objects and describing their relationships." Take a quick look and skim this so you can visualize how numbers and math comes into play with the sounds you enjoy.
I could go on and talk about that computer you're using and how it processes millions upon millions of binary code, but you probably already knew that. So what's an obscure example of how mathematics involves my life as well as yours? Well, after a long night of drinking around downtown Davis for Brian's birthday, I woke up this morning and boiled some water for my coffee. Water, water, water. Life's solvent right? Obviously I wasn't thinking this shit up while I was boiling the water in the saucer, but it all makes sense as I sit here and type this. Water on our planet is probably the primary reason why life is sustainable. It's no surprise that mathematics plays a role in how the molecules are held together, and in how water interacts with other biomolecules. One notable thing about water is that it can absorb large amounts of heat/energy due to it's high specific heat (thank you, special bond angles). Read here, appreciate the math and science involved.
Mathematics is involved in almost every practical (and impractical) example. Did you know that if you have 23 people in a room, the probability of two people having the same birthday is better than 1/2? Those odds are better than any casino game in Vegas. Whenever you walk around downtown San Francisco, do you ever think about the math involved in building the multi-million dollar condominium complex right beside the Bay Bridge? Well you should, because if you really think about it, the chances of someone messing up a simple calculation while determining strength yields of the materials used in construction are there--mistakes can be made, and buildings can come crashing down due to them.
Mathematics and numbers bring about interesting points. They are used in instances of ingenuity. They can be used to better our communities. But on the flipside, they bring negative connotation as well.
As Mos said, numbers never have feelings. Unfortunately, numbers play around with our own feelings and emotions. How many people were persecuted during the Holocaust? How many young kids are on trial in Jena, Louisiana due to discriminatory circumstances? At what rate are our rain forests deteriorating? Calculate the growth of crime in your community. Count the number of youngsters in California alone who can't even do the math due to our flawed educational system. What do you know about how money is made in this country and how the Federal Reserve gets richer and richer off of your own money while our nation accumulates a debt that will probably never be paid for (read here)?
As you can see, numbers involved, our world is filled with various problems and dilemmas, past and present. So how do we solve it all, seeing that this world is all one big algebra problem? It's simple mathematics right?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE STEP-DAD OF MY CHILD!
hope you can remember your night!
"BOOOOO! hahaha just kidding!.."
<3 Kurt
roly poly fish heads are never seen drinking cappuccino at Italian restaurants with oriental women.. yeah!
these shirts came back in style:
I mean come on, it's a gecko with pink sunglasses.
On another random note, for all you people with google toolbars, if you ever tried fuckin around by typing random words in the box, it'll create a list of suggested/matched search phrases with that word or letter. This is what happens when you type "two":
I just got home from work. As always, I'm hella tired! Life is hella hella busy but, I guess I can say it's all worth it in the end.
After all the shit I went through with past friends, I can honestly say it's amazing to have a new group of people I can just chill with...drama free! You all make me hella happy and grateful. Yay!
I can't wait til the next cooking night and let's start earlier this time! hahaha! you all are hella amazing and talented...ASS PEOPLE! yee!
Only one midterm left on Thursday! I think I'll actually do really well this quarter which is wonderful considering my lack of achievement in summer. Ha! Oh school...it's a love-hate relationship!
Anyway...another busy weekend approaches followed by a busy week yay! you all make it worth while =)
I think it's time for a nap...
An interestingly cute video that I thought I should share. That's it for now!
I love the smell of new blog. It always gets me excited that something new is happening. Maybe my excitement over the creation of this blog shows my penchant for seeking out new things. Anyway.
So in my paleobiology class, we spend three hours a week looking at pictures of fossils and fossil analysis techinques. The more time I spend in this class, I start to figure that all the "facts" our teachers told us about dinosaurs and ancient life forms when we were kids are nothing more than a bunch of somewhat educated guesses. Of course, most of academia is an educated guess, but the dinosaur shit is really stretching it. I'm a little too lazy to explain why here, but let's just say that in order to classify all of these fossils into species make inferences about how they lived, you have to have to make quite a few leaps of faith. And by leaps of faith, I mean blind guesses. But then again, it's probably easier for me to say this because I've only scratched the surface of it.
The professor, however, sounds like a Japanese Mr. Feeny, and I think it's absolutely hilarious.
Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived. [Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise]
Time itself may be one of the things I spend the most time thinking about.
Most people that know me know that I'm a nostalgic kind of guy. I reminisce a lot. Sometimes, I think a little too much. And it trips me out everyday to think that every action I take at the present moment will someday, too, become a memory in the future. Furthermore, too often, I look back at the different things I've done in my life thus far, and begin to think of them as "the good old days." It's funny how as time passes, the period of time I was once complaining about, wishing to have the "good old days" again, eventually becomes "the good old days" itself. Anghel and I always remind each other that in the end, it's the fond memories and the positive parts of past events that we remember most. I suppose this is the reason why it's so easy to compalin about how things are going now, and look back at the same time period later with nostalgic feelings.
It crosses my mind everyday that I'm now in my senior year of college. That's FOUR YEARS. Seriously? I still remember blogging as a senior in high school with a daily countdown to graduation. It's been such a crazy journey, and I still have a whole year left.
Spending time with good people like the ones I've become comfortable with at Davis have assured me that I'm always in good company, and that I will have people after college that I can always depend on as good friends. I used to observe my older post-grad friends, and how their lives shifted after college. It seemed as though there was somewhat of a consistent pattern of some sort of "post-grad uncertainty" that happens. They lose touch with even the closest of friends, they work all day and all night, some end up working jobs that don't even pertain to the major they spent four years of their college career working towards, while others went on to continue EVEN MORE school (particular in the medical field). Whatever the case, they had all accelerated in growth and maturity. Unfortunately, this growth means less social time. I've always known that "the real world" is just waiting around the corner, but it trips me out how freakin' close it actually is. Every day is a constant reminder that I need to get my shit together now for the sake of the rest of my life, practically. For someone like me, who plans to go directy into working after college, it means my life will continue as it is now (work and school), only with the subtraction of school in my life equation. Work work work.
Speaking of which, I should really start looking into where I'm gonna live after college. It's been great living at home for my entire college career, but I know I can't stay here forever.
Went to In-N-Out with a good group of friends after a BRIDGE meeting tonight. That's actually where we got the idea to start this here community blog. Sitting there with these young, good-looking college students -- midterms and projects all in our minds, but set aside to partake in the consumption of delicious greasy goodness -- it occured to me that my time in Davis is very limited. As comfortable as I have finally become in the cow town and college campus of Davis, I'm not going to be here for very much longer. I really thought a blog might be a cool way to stay in touch with everyone. Even though this idea will fizzle out within the next month or so.. haha. Just kidding. Well.. we'll see...
I digress.
I'm thankful that I was able to find it in myself to give Davis a chance. When I first came to UC Davis, I became very non-social -- going to class, and going home (or the girlfriend's house). Ha.. I guess that's what happens when you enter college in a relationship. Not to mention, a relationship with someone who got accepted into the same university. My first two years were pretty much spent apart from the Davis scene. No real Fil-Am involvement, no knowledge of the events, no real connections made with Davis people. I felt as though Davis was in a bubble, while I had only been forming my own little bubble in my own little perfect world. I don't think I was necessarily being arrogant, or thinking I was "too good" for Davis or anything. I suppose I just never really gave it a chance.
Fast forward.
My third year was practically dedicated to immersing myself head-first into the Davis scene, and really make my mark. I had become a coordinator for a campus organization, I started to become proactive in initiating actual relationships and connection to the student community of Davis, and I wanted to finally give my academic environment-of-two-years a chance.
...and now I'm here.
Middle of the first quarter of my last year. I look at my entire UC Davis journey, and it's been crazy. I'm glad I was able to somewhat "catch up" my third year to all the things I had missed during my first two. Sometimes I regret not getting involved earlier, but I know everything was meant to happen the way it was supposed to.
But what the hell. I'm not even close to graduating yet, and here I am talking like I'm leaving and never seeing anyone again. I suppose it's just my brain drifting. It feels nice to type my thoughts freely into an online blog again. I really miss having something to look back on and be able to read my old thoughts and laugh at how naive I was. (There I go reminiscing again.)
So I guess what I'm trying to say with this hella hella long first real post is... time flies by hella fast. I used to document everything, and it was convenient to refer back to later. I've become both busy and lazy, so I haven't documented anything, other than my personal daily to-do list. I hope this blog can serve as a documentation of my thoughts, my "good old days" of the future, and my interractions and relations with the cool kids that post on this blog.
It's almost 3 in the morning, but I don't care because I have no class tomorrow. Yesssssssss. I'm sleepin' in.
I <3 blogs =)
I almost hit JEFF with my car... my bad!
=) yay for Bridge meetings...double yay for foods after!
I think my food coma from last night passed over to today...hella jood!