When you find that part inside of you, the darkness, the purity of music, the state of trance that you find yourself. You find the organic motions of your unique style. I don’t get free. I get lost.
Tracks
I can show you the blood sweat and tears that stain my garage floor. Or I can show you the results they produced. It’s been a while but as of late I’ve changed as a person. I’ve never been hard working and I still aren’t. But I’m getting there. I’ve begun to understand what it means to dedicate everything you are to something. Let the blood sweat tears pain loss of sleep hunger whatever demonstrate how much effort I put in to school, work, bboying and friendships. It’s time to show people not the blood sweat and tears but the results. Wutang.
Flow like water. Spit like Fire.
Giving up on berkeley girl. not giving up but not worth it. that just leaves the other which ended awfully but didnt even start really?
girls are too complicated -__- and never direct.
It’s always between two girls.
The one you want but shouldn’t be with.
The one you should be with but can’t have.
SD sucks.
I hate san diego. so much. its always so damn boring and theres never anything to do without spending freaking money. Im moving to the bay permanently after i graduate and wont look back. this place isnt a hometown to me ive never really had one. my entire life ive moved around here and there and SD isnt any different.
Bboy scene sucks. No place to session. Friends are limited to my crew (whom i love). I always have to drive. I can never do anything I want. I have no motivation to do anything productive. Everyone is so goddamn fake and everyone is an acquaintance and not a friend. If I do get to do something its always errands for my parents. Fixing the car, getting groceries, up keeping the house, and i live so goddamn far from everything i cant go anywhere without spending 20 dollars on gas. Honestly if i could i would leave back to norcal before my dad came back to because fuck having to deal with him again.
Berkeley life. Another all night with anything that’ll keep me awake. Freaking paper on Korean tax policy… Sigh on to the next one
Thanksgiving
I was gonna sit here and complain about how Im stuck in berkeley, not getting to see my friends or family and how itll be really depressing to be around a place that means nothing but work for me until i realized. One: my roommates are my family. Two: My friends still love me and think about me and Three: My DAD is deployed during thanksgiving, and everyone on his ship and his old marine corps unit are WORKING and sacrificing for this country. What the hell do I have to complain about?
Happy thanksgiving to my friends, family and all the servicemen i hope to one day join in their sacrifice. Focus on what you have, not what you dont. Life is a lot more enjoyable that way :]
Lee Hyori. First Kpop love
(Source: sky-0f-love)
George Carlin was so special
Except Malcolm X was a HUGE advocate for violence during the civil rights era
