Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
1/11/10
12/8/09
Asleep in the Back
All my time is yours (Yesss)
My twisted heart is yours (Not that twisted)
The faithless shit is yours (Nope, faithful)
The shameless fits of love that only smother you for moments (longer than that)
Until I fold them up and leave (you first)
All yours (Yesss)
Twist the words around and then you've got the perfect song.
<5!
I gravitate towards songs that sound good...they've got to have that sort of cinematic quality to it. And very often after I pick out the words and lyrics of the song is turns out to be a piece of crap. This is a almost a piece of crap.
My twisted heart is yours (Not that twisted)
The faithless shit is yours (Nope, faithful)
The shameless fits of love that only smother you for moments (longer than that)
Until I fold them up and leave (you first)
All yours (Yesss)
Twist the words around and then you've got the perfect song.
<5!
I gravitate towards songs that sound good...they've got to have that sort of cinematic quality to it. And very often after I pick out the words and lyrics of the song is turns out to be a piece of crap. This is a almost a piece of crap.
11/30/09
Everything You Haven't Seen
A couple of weeks ago was the Mr. Hyphen pageant, a really cheesy competition for Asian American men with a $1000 prize for the charities of their choice. My good friend Golfy won and the money was split between Janet Liang of HelpingJanet.com, a beautifulyoungintelligent girl that is fighting leukemia, and the Thai American Scholarship.
Just recently, Golfy's win was posted in the NYTimes! Someone dreadful also uploaded videos of his really ridiculous talent portion. I've grown accustomed to working behind the scenes. The stage is not my thing anymore, I wasn't comfortable, and I really didn't want to be up there. So why am I showing you the videos? Because the people that read this should know a little bit more about me than the people on Facebook. Oh, internet...
The unofficial afterparty was at Mua. I was a tranny hot mess. I chugged 3 Adios' and adiosed the fuck out.
Fast forward a couple weeks later and I'm hanging out with my favorite person. =) I spent Thanksgiving weekend driving back and forth with Killer between Roseville and Union City because my mom doesn't care too much for the mileage and gas and the environment.
On the Friday after Thanksgiving we headed to Union Square for the Tree Lighting Ceremony. Killer and I arrived a little late and IT WAS SOOO PACKED. We managed to find our little gate "VIP Entrance", told the PR Lady my full name, Killer's full name, and then we walked through this absolutely clear entrance away from the sardine-packed crowds of people. =)
We ended up hanging out stage right =)
From what I heard the event wasn't so great (the parts we missed). I'm just glad I didn't have to hang out in the sea of people =)
Saturday, watched Transiberian Orchestra with Jump, Pig, and Killer. Arco Arena is a piece of shit with it's nasty plastic seats. The concert was wonderful when the musicians didn't sing. Overall the concert was very 80's, and I HATE the music of the 80's. Also, lots of hair-whipping. LOTS.
Secret game. =)
This past Wednesday, I was driving home from work and got rear ended by some idiot. I was on Decoto near Vintage Courts and the guy that hit me really fucked up his car. Someone braked late at the red light which caused a chain reaction. I was far back, driving below speed limit, so I braked fine and it was totally obvious that the guy behind me was speeding and not paying attention. It sounded awful; I heard glass, saw the smoke right away, and the sound of the impact kept replaying in my head a few hours after. When I, and the lady in front of me whose car I got pushed into, pulled over...the idiot sped off! I was fine, the lady in front of me was fine. Surprisingly there wasn't too much damage to our cars especially with how bad it sounded. My exhaust was smashed/folded down, my bumper was hanging a little low, and I can't open the trunk anymore. I was just surprised that nothing was smashed in. A very nice guy on his bike called the cops for us, and another guy showed up 2 minutes later to say that he followed the jerk after he sped off and told us the make of his car. He also said the guy was swerving before the crash.
It took me 2+ years to trust myself behind the wheel, but folks, don't forget that you CAN'T trust the drivers around you. Whether or not you're on a bike or walking or driving. Be safe! Don't be a late braker. Aaand, if you're walking...even if the Walk Man lights up, be careful of idiots that go crazy for those green turn lights. In LA I nearly got plowed by this truck. The ASSHOLE slammed on the brakes, looked at me, then sped off. He didn't even say sorry. I was so mad, so mad that I couldn't do anything...that I cried. Haha.
Back to homework.
Another hint for Killer:
-Ribbon
Just recently, Golfy's win was posted in the NYTimes! Someone dreadful also uploaded videos of his really ridiculous talent portion. I've grown accustomed to working behind the scenes. The stage is not my thing anymore, I wasn't comfortable, and I really didn't want to be up there. So why am I showing you the videos? Because the people that read this should know a little bit more about me than the people on Facebook. Oh, internet...
The unofficial afterparty was at Mua. I was a tranny hot mess. I chugged 3 Adios' and adiosed the fuck out.
Fast forward a couple weeks later and I'm hanging out with my favorite person. =) I spent Thanksgiving weekend driving back and forth with Killer between Roseville and Union City because my mom doesn't care too much for the mileage and gas and the environment.
On the Friday after Thanksgiving we headed to Union Square for the Tree Lighting Ceremony. Killer and I arrived a little late and IT WAS SOOO PACKED. We managed to find our little gate "VIP Entrance", told the PR Lady my full name, Killer's full name, and then we walked through this absolutely clear entrance away from the sardine-packed crowds of people. =)
We ended up hanging out stage right =)
From what I heard the event wasn't so great (the parts we missed). I'm just glad I didn't have to hang out in the sea of people =)
Saturday, watched Transiberian Orchestra with Jump, Pig, and Killer. Arco Arena is a piece of shit with it's nasty plastic seats. The concert was wonderful when the musicians didn't sing. Overall the concert was very 80's, and I HATE the music of the 80's. Also, lots of hair-whipping. LOTS.
Secret game. =)
This past Wednesday, I was driving home from work and got rear ended by some idiot. I was on Decoto near Vintage Courts and the guy that hit me really fucked up his car. Someone braked late at the red light which caused a chain reaction. I was far back, driving below speed limit, so I braked fine and it was totally obvious that the guy behind me was speeding and not paying attention. It sounded awful; I heard glass, saw the smoke right away, and the sound of the impact kept replaying in my head a few hours after. When I, and the lady in front of me whose car I got pushed into, pulled over...the idiot sped off! I was fine, the lady in front of me was fine. Surprisingly there wasn't too much damage to our cars especially with how bad it sounded. My exhaust was smashed/folded down, my bumper was hanging a little low, and I can't open the trunk anymore. I was just surprised that nothing was smashed in. A very nice guy on his bike called the cops for us, and another guy showed up 2 minutes later to say that he followed the jerk after he sped off and told us the make of his car. He also said the guy was swerving before the crash.It took me 2+ years to trust myself behind the wheel, but folks, don't forget that you CAN'T trust the drivers around you. Whether or not you're on a bike or walking or driving. Be safe! Don't be a late braker. Aaand, if you're walking...even if the Walk Man lights up, be careful of idiots that go crazy for those green turn lights. In LA I nearly got plowed by this truck. The ASSHOLE slammed on the brakes, looked at me, then sped off. He didn't even say sorry. I was so mad, so mad that I couldn't do anything...that I cried. Haha.
Back to homework.
Another hint for Killer:
-Ribbon
11/20/09
Through This
Ok, real quick I have to proclaim my love for this song.
STARS - YOUR EX-LOVER IS DEAD
God, that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said, "Yes, I think we've met before"
In that instant it started to pour
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of that time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
You tried to reach deep but you never got in
And now you're outside me, you see all the beauty
Repent all your sin
Nothing but time and a face that you'll lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news
From the house down the road from real love
Live through this and you won't look back
There's one thing I have to say so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
As seen on SYTYCD, performed by Ellenore and Ryan, choreographed by Travis Wall. This was an old song I KNOW I had on my old Itunes but was lost in the Old Computer Crash from a few months back. It's about old lovers meeting up, reminiscing about their relationship that ended badly, but realizing that they don't have regrets. What REALLY got me loving the song was the music video, paying homage to Eternal Sunshine.
***
It's nearly 5:30 pm on Friday and I am almost the last person in the office. I was too lazy to drive home only to head back to BART to pick up Wingman. Work is AWFULLY dull when Mama V isn't here. This past week I've been slaving away at this 10 month Excel spreadsheet for 100+ students, calculating busing bills. I've luckily been hired for this project as opposed to just working for someone so I have the luxury of zoning out to my ipod; headphones on, volume up. Eventually Mama V would hafta shoot rubberbands or her Nerf gun (which I got her 2 Christmases ago to shoot at my other coworker!) to get my attention. Then Donald figured out she needed batteries to use the red laser light "You're trying to jeopardize my precision!" Mama V says. Since I'm low on cash this year I figure the best gift for her would be batteries as well as a bag of additional Nerf bullet thingers.
***
I'm REALLY excited for this weekend. Not only am I getting paid, I will be getting a bitch of a workout for my legs because I couldn't get volunteers for my site. That means the Wingman and I will be running up and down stairs from 10am - 9pm. Then, when I'm tired as shit, Killer should be arriving. =) Mama V also got promoted; before she was simply a judging paper collector whatever, and now she's the actual Timing and Penalty Tabulator. I want to get bumped up!
***
And because I haven't said it in a while...
FUCK! HOMEWORK!
yea, I haven't TOUCHED it.
STARS - YOUR EX-LOVER IS DEAD
God, that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said, "Yes, I think we've met before"
In that instant it started to pour
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of that time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
You tried to reach deep but you never got in
And now you're outside me, you see all the beauty
Repent all your sin
Nothing but time and a face that you'll lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news
From the house down the road from real love
Live through this and you won't look back
There's one thing I have to say so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
As seen on SYTYCD, performed by Ellenore and Ryan, choreographed by Travis Wall. This was an old song I KNOW I had on my old Itunes but was lost in the Old Computer Crash from a few months back. It's about old lovers meeting up, reminiscing about their relationship that ended badly, but realizing that they don't have regrets. What REALLY got me loving the song was the music video, paying homage to Eternal Sunshine.
***
It's nearly 5:30 pm on Friday and I am almost the last person in the office. I was too lazy to drive home only to head back to BART to pick up Wingman. Work is AWFULLY dull when Mama V isn't here. This past week I've been slaving away at this 10 month Excel spreadsheet for 100+ students, calculating busing bills. I've luckily been hired for this project as opposed to just working for someone so I have the luxury of zoning out to my ipod; headphones on, volume up. Eventually Mama V would hafta shoot rubberbands or her Nerf gun (which I got her 2 Christmases ago to shoot at my other coworker!) to get my attention. Then Donald figured out she needed batteries to use the red laser light "You're trying to jeopardize my precision!" Mama V says. Since I'm low on cash this year I figure the best gift for her would be batteries as well as a bag of additional Nerf bullet thingers.
***
I'm REALLY excited for this weekend. Not only am I getting paid, I will be getting a bitch of a workout for my legs because I couldn't get volunteers for my site. That means the Wingman and I will be running up and down stairs from 10am - 9pm. Then, when I'm tired as shit, Killer should be arriving. =) Mama V also got promoted; before she was simply a judging paper collector whatever, and now she's the actual Timing and Penalty Tabulator. I want to get bumped up!
***
And because I haven't said it in a while...
FUCK! HOMEWORK!
yea, I haven't TOUCHED it.
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