Mumblings

I found this picture of Period 6 Intro to Business from last year. Good times. Haha I love Andrew's pose.

Man, the Lakers are losing 70-51 to the Utah Jazz at halftime right now, and it's really pissing me off. Kobe's owning, but the Lakers never play defense. The Jazz don't even have Okur and Boozer and they still put up 70 points in two quarters. Lakers always seem to be the team that lets an opposing player break out of a slump or have a career day. Bruce Bowen and Bonzi Wells come to mind. And now Paul Millsap...

I still can't get over the fact that people in our class played Mormon Kissing Game last day of our sophomore year. It's something that's been bothering me on and off. It's not that I am morally opposed to it, it just simply feels out of character. The goal of the game is to wrestle someone down and force a kiss on the cheek... Maybe I am not yet too familiar with American culture.

Jazzy by MF Doom and Madlib is absolutely amazing. It's definitely jazzilicious and has the perfect vibes for smoking a joint (if you wanted to). For some reason, it also reminds me of the night scenery. Oh, and the song "Candyland" by Soul Position. Talk about walking down memory lane.

I wonder about what it will be like if right now I suddenly moved to another part of the world. Maybe even another state in the U.S. What fascinates me is the opportunity to create a new identity for myself. I could make myself out to be whatever I wanted in these new surroundings, and no one would object because no one would know about my past. It's interesting how my identity is so closely tied to my society and peers. I wonder how many people would like the chance to craft a new identity.

And finally... everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days. <3

Dear Friend

This is long overdue, but I didn't have the comfortable anonymity of a blog to say it before. I also realized that I never thought seriously about what I have to be thankful for. Right now I have The Park by Cunninlynguists spinning on my winamp so I think this is a good time to do it.

So I don't really remember how I got to know you better last year but it sort of happened gradually and I am glad it did. Last year was really special for me, almost as if I was waking up from the Oxford lull. It was definitely a year to savor and treasure, one that will not ooze into my memory as a muddled mass of gelatin. It's really been a while since I've had so many memories to look back on. Actually it's not so much memories as being aware of your benevolent spirit. You are really a good person, and there is no other way to put it. Your sense of humor, taste in music, fun-loving personality, I appreciate all of it. We hardly talk anymore but I always feel like we are still good friends, we just don't need to constantly communicate to confirm that. I will always be able to share anything with you, and I hope you feel the same way. Thanks for everything.

In other news...

-Where in the world is Trevor Ariza?

-It seems that the night air has a distinctive smell, at least where I live. It has tinges of a smoky bonfire and the fresh fragrance of trees.

-Rachel was right that the song was Misery Business. But I looked up the lyrics to the song and lost all positive feelings for it. It seems to be a vengeful girl who is toying with an innocent guy and quite frankly bragging about it. I feel so exploited now... (insert Sam Kim's face expression here)

Thanksgiving Break

So I've noticed that James and Peter have been updating their blogs so I guess I will too.

Today is the start of a four-day weekend but it's not overly exciting because I didn't have much to do the first three days anyway. The Career Day at Anaheim Convention Center was pretty interesting. The neurologist there said the job pays a starting salary of about $120,000 a year and then said it was on the "low-end" of doctor's salary. I don't know, $120k seems pretty hefty to me. Since it was a gathering of all high schools in the AUHSD, I was obviously on the lookout for latinas calientes. There was a couple but I had no chance to interact with them at all.

After school I played tennis with a friend from Cerritos. Lately I've been watching slow-mo videos of Nadal's forehand to try to copy it, and today my forehand was indeed a lot better. But then no matter how good my forehand is, it goes back to square one as soon as I take a serve. My serving grip somehow screws up my forehand grip, it pisses me off. I don't even know if I can play tennis this year...

As I was driving back from tennis, I heard a song on the radio by a group called Paramore. I have no idea what it's called but it sounded really good at that moment. It was a combination of pop and rock (which I guess gets a vague label named indie). I always express my disdain for rock bands and their horrible names and usually indulge in underground hip-hop, but this one was not bad. I slowed down as I approached the parking lot to hear more of the song. It was uplifting.

Thanksgiving? I don't celebrate it... Might just play hold'em and go to Chinese restaurant with other Squanto faithfuls.