Gio’s girlfriend Shiela, me, James, and Gio.
I usually look like shit in pictures, but the photographer at love fest caught me at the right time i guess.
Question: Why do I look so small, and why does Gio look absolutely enormous? Must be the angle. I was leaning against some ropes, plus I’m wearing black. Gio is shorter than I am for sheezy, but here, I look like a small midget…
Funny post on iloveraving.com
someone:
teach he how to dance!
someone else:
teach u how to dance?!?!
well… um… dancing is kinda like sex…
someone else:
i agree. it is like sex. at first it’ uncomfortable, unsatisfying, and embarassing, but it gets better with practice. eventually there will be no more premature beat reaction. and soon, you’ll be able to not only please yourself, but please others too. alot of others. you slut!
j/k. dont forget to wear protection!
i just redesigned the inner workings of my homepage after consuming two bottles of MGD and a healthy chug of this fruity drink supposedly made with remy martin. it came out like a neo-european sort of fashion statement– the public service signs, et al. you can view it here.
next, I need to finish up the inside of both the professional and personal pages.
I spent nearly three hours at Shozo’s restaurant. The reason it took so long was that Mr. Sho forgot about us and thought he had served us our food when he really didn’t. So we sat there for a couple of hours like dummies. But we left full, so it turned out okay after all. We had, maguro, hamachi, albacore, garlic salmon roll, sashimi tempura roll (outside tempura, and inside, all the fish in the bar), and crunchy roll (softshell crab on the inside, topped with flying fish eggs). We met a bunch of interesting people as they went in an out, and had a bunch of people questioning us about our metabolism.
I was trying to sleep for the past couple of minutes, after I sent out my resume to a bunch of companies but I had this nauseating feeling in my stomache from one too many cigs (I should quit right? Yes. I’m not even a smoker damnit), that I lit up because I’m feeling sort of down at the moment, not because of any thing i’ve done yesturday *ahem* but i’ve just been moody the last couploe of days in general. I need comfort damnit. It’s so ironic I can’t sleep now when I need it when most of the time I can, even with thundering bass in the backround and a bunch of people talking all around me. I need to start getting ready to go to class in an hour and Mr. Sandman won’t comply with my arrogant demands. Bastard.
I had a great time at Love Fest LA. I didn’t think I would, because a lot of people said Club Soho was way too small to hold even a medium size party, and before we got in, we had to walk back to the car because they wouldn’t let people bring in glowsticks or bags (even though I saw tons of people with thier own inside– figures). But they set up a huge tent in the parking lot and there was surprisingly plenty of room to dance and just mingle. I think I spent half the night outside the tent listening to muted sounds of mostly trance.
I had a great time meeting people and just chatting, and it was great finally being on the receiving end of light shows because it’s been ages since I last injested an illegal substance.
I met some great people who boosted my ego with wonderful compliments about my dancing, looks, the like, and I had a wonderful time dancing and teaching people like Helen how to liquid-pop. Because of people like that, my dancing was really good for that night. It was fun just chilling outside the tent in the cool night air meeting and talking to people as they walked by.
Pet peeve: guys who use me to get with girls, otherwise known as the Desperate. I hate it when I’m dancing with glowsticks and there is a circle of people around me, and some random girl has to either push a guy away who is trying to hook up because he thinks raves are about orgies, or succumb to his wishes. I met so many scumbag guys who do that I’m rather extremly cynical about the whole deal. I hate stupid people and I hate stupid people who are horny and doesn’t know the meaning of respect. Just because I’m distracting people with my bright glowsticks does not mean you get all touchy with a girl. When that happens, I usually give my glowsticks to someone and walk off. They aren’t looking at my skills, but rather the boobs of the girl in front of them. Bastards.
Sorry for my rather stilted diction, as I haven’t had the chance to sleep.
James apparently started his own web log on live journal. This is the guy who can roller blade really well and I’m currently mentoring the wonderful art of glowsticking to…
Funny Email o’ the day.
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Well, I have to say that waking up at 1:00 in the afternoon is absoutely divine. But back to Galaxion– it surprised me– I didn’t expect much of anything and was plesantly surprised and had a good time even though I thought I was getting in free through Paul’s frat friend Mario, who was supposed to be high up on the ladder of promoters, but turned out he wasn’t, so I paid the full 25 dollars. I always get screwed over by frat’s claiming things. Anyway, the inside was pretty nice, but I really liked how they had a huge outdoor area.
Anyway, we had the misfortune of meeting this annoying popper who thought he was better than me or paul and wouldn’t leave me alone. he also was a compulsive liar and would drift between claiming he did every drug and then claiming he was drug free to claiming he was raving for 15 years in socali to raving for 8 to 5. He also sucked ass and his dancing looked like a drunken monkey, but the most annoying trend was him telling me how to dance while his tone of voice implied he was better than I was, even though he clearly wasn’t. Actually everything he said implied he was better than I was in every way, including glowsticking. His second most annoying trend was him constantly violating my comfort zone. He’d walk too close to people when talking. And that sucks when you are simply trying to dance.
Next: Ravers who have been raving for awhile.
Well I posted a long diatribe about ravers whove been raving for a period of time and my review of the party Galaxion, but blogger lost it all. I’ll post about it tommorow. I desperately need some sleep.
Quote: One paramedic I know had business cards printed that read, “Removing the sick and injured from the public eye since 1987.” We’re just another link in the massive social-welfare machine, fighting an uphill battle against urban decay. Occasionally we respond to the mansions in the hills, but the flatlands are our bread and butter. In an odd way, this never-ending struggle against poverty and despair is heartening. We are the closest thing to universal health care that may ever exist in this country. No matter your income, education, or tragic history, call 911 and in three minutes four highly skilled firefighters in a gleaming, half-million-dollar engine will pull up at your door. A lot of people call us because they can’t afford a cab to the hospital. A lot of people go to the hospital just because they want a hot meal and some attention. It doesn’t matter, we don’t make judgments. They call, we respond.
I went to my math class today, still in a dazed stupor, rubbing away my sleep, when I found myself trailing a few feet behind a young boy and a middle-aged man, the kid holding the dangling arm of his father, and the kid wearing a huge smile on his face, skipping, and the father looking sideways with an an amused grin. The boy was walking next to the path on the little concrete barier, about 2 feet wide and 2 inches tall– enough to comfortably walk on), which i suppose was placed to discourage skaterboarders or bicyclists from running over the grass. Eventually, however, the path descendes gradually in a stairway (which was itself very wide, about a small street’s length) but the concrete barriers stays the same, so the kid eventually let go of his father’s hand, as the father went down the stairs, and the kid remained on the barrier (still walking as quickly as the father), when he had to stop as the stairway opens to a small court yard and the kid found himself about 12 feet above his father unable to continue.
“Do you think I could jump?”, said the kid, in an eager voice.
“Hrm….”, the father rubbed his chin, “I don’t think so…”
“How about here?” the boy asked again as he backtracked to the middle point of the stairs. I estimated the height to the top to the ground to be about 7 feet tall.
By then, I had walked past the father, but the idea of watching a small 7 year old jump off a ledge 7 feet tall sort of appealed to me so I turned around and looked. His father looked at me and nodded, and asked with a voice of a proud father, a voice that proudly proclaimed his certainty and a bit of daring, “You think he could do it?”
“Maybe.”, I said, non-commitedly.
I turned around back again, slightly embarassed at my nosiness, and I heard behind me the kid landing and exclaiming and cheering while the father laughed approvingly.
Memories
I remember when I was kid, I lived in LA, near Hollywood hills to be exact. Well, we lived on a side of the hill, so when I was kid, me and my friend Joey would climb up a concrete storm drain that went up the hill at a steep angle for about 500 feet, and then ended in a dirt path. We were about ten years old. We’d walk on the dirt path, up the hill and finally it would take us to the top of hill, which coincidentally, was also the hill which bordered a small lake which the city of los angles used to supply the thirsty city of los angeles with vital water. we could also see the hollywood sign and that famous cross (which was wooden at the time but now is now a medical, glowing white). we’d walk all over the place and discover remnants of glass which we took to be sign of “hidden people” and various strange rubbery looking things– which I realize now was broken beer bottles and used condoms from drunken teens.
but the view was marvelous, a hazy cityscape in pre-LA riot days, and on the other side, the deserty view of neighboring burbank and the real “valley”.
Have you ever been in a mood in which you don’t feel like talking to anyone and you can’t help but be rude to people for no reason? Even though, I must add, that I’m perfectly happy and perfectly chipper as hell. I get all terse on the phone or on IM and I don’t say anything to continue on a conversation and I just say uh-huh, right, cool, or any other non-commital, non-opinionated sayings.
Well, Hybrid turned out to be a bust. Neither Ron D Core or Thee-o showed up. The total crowd at it’s height was around 50, and mostly everyone was sitting down. I suppose I shouldn’t have put too much hope into this, because well, of course, it was free and it was something thrown together really quickly with no promotion. I got to kick it with Shozo a bit more, because I went to go eat sushi again at his restaurant, and after we were done, we invited him to come hang with us. Too bad the event sucked.
We, which is Paul, Patrick, Bao, and me finally got our housing apps from our future home, Villa Sienna. It turns out that each of our parents have to make 107,000 combined in order to qualify. Irvine is so damn expensive. So damn expensive.
Tommorow, I shall be attending Circus Disco, formerly Fun Haus, after Paul and I pick up a box of 400 glowsticks from Yosho, who runs iloveraving.com. It’s a good excuse to go to Yosho’s house, which is like a raver’s paradise in terms of “raver-related” items, namely, clothes, glowsticks, different sorts of light toys, massage thingies, and the like. Not that I have need for those things, but his collection of DVD porn is legendary. =]
Hopefully, my life will get a bit more exciting soon enough. It’s been very boring of late, save for a few “personality-adjustment-and-fulfillment-epiphanies” that everyone goes through every year or so.
Oh, I tinkered with chaotica, a style of design characterized by abstract imagery and shapes all fusing together somehow. Turns out it’s pretty intuitive in terms of work. It appears in my temporary layout for Ravedigital, my “entity” for holding my projects, such as Cynicworld.
Speakng of Cynicworld, we got a couple of new writers adding to things that I do not know. That’s great! People are contributing and the work is quite decent. I’ll see soon enough where this all leads, and I’ll be sure to point out some good reading material here as I receive them.
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