February 2012
18 posts
caged silence
In music class, we watched a film on John Cage who composed 4’33”. Look it up on youtube, our professor even played it for us in class, but anyways I really like Cage’s philosophy on ideas like:
Silence doesn’t exist, silence is sounds and the sounds that are noticed are bubbles on the surface of silence that burst
Music represents feelings, ideas and relationships
There...
cereality →
Can someone just take me here please? They would be the best person in the world by transforming my dream into cereality har har. I had a sudden late night craving for cereal, but this place just looks freaking amazing with cereal and toppings and milk and deliciousness. They need to make one in Sacramento or San Diego or somewhere near Angela, that would be splendid, thank you muchos. Stayed up...
“What you feel and what you want to say are two different things.”
– One of the things I managed to scrawl down among all of my doodles in my notes from a documentary we watched in MUS 14 on Shostakovich, who looks like Harry Potter. This is how I study for my music quiz tomorrow morning and music midterm on Thursday, and music report due next week and DOC paper due...
January 2012
22 posts
two weeks
So for the past couple of times that I’ve been home, I’ve always had the thought in the back of my head that I’d be back home in two weeks. After Thanksgiving break ended, “Oh don’t worry, I’ll be back in two weeks!”. After winter break, it was the same, but after this last weekend, I don’t even know the next time I’m coming back. I mean, which...
d'awh, my parents.
Me: How did you propose to mom?
Dad: What do you mean? I asked her, and she said okay.
Me: So you just asked her?
Dad: We already knew we were going to get married. You know, I dated her since kindergarten!
spillover
I tend to do this thing where I try to separate the different aspects of my life but in the end, they end up spilling over and the lines blur and everything ends up blending with one another anyways. I don’t even know why I attempt to do it, it all ends up under the same category anyways - my life.
It’s one of those days where there’s a lot of things that I should be doing, but...
"i don't care"
How easy it is to not care. That’s basically not having to put in your own input, not having to get involved, entangled, attached. Not having to feel responsible for the outcome because of your own indifference. Sometimes, I feel like it’s a bit reckless. Not caring is like letting it all out of control, but then again, you can’t take on the whole world under your wing. And...
“It’s suspended there to remind us before we pop the champagne and celebrate the...”
– Claire, New Year’s Eve Movie
good feelings of 2011
With the beginning of last year, I already predicted that 2011 would be the year and I really did feel that it was one of the best years. And this was nice, just this whole mini sorta project, cause I got to reflect back on my day and pick out little details that in their own unique way contributed to making my day and sometimes I feel like its the details that matter the most. Without each...
December 2011
8 posts
Watchomghobo:
ohcrapitsandrew:
laterallyreversed:
loganlestrange:
OneRepublic - Good Life (Disney Version)
Just about the greatest fucking thing ever. in the history of ever.
Dang…nice stuff..
i wanna go
instant cheerer-upper (:
dabble
I think you always have the potential to change the course of your day. It’s ultimately your decision as to how you let certain things affect you, and whether or not you let your reactions take over or you move forward. I mean, yeah, emotions can get in the way, sometimes it feels like you can’t really control them, but the degree to which they spill over, it all comes down to you. And...
88 Ways To Make A Stranger Smile (: →
ongoing traffic
Yknow how when you’re on the freeway, and you’re just driving on your way but on the other side, there’s a bunch of traffic? Whenever I’m with my mom, she always points out she’s happy we’re not on that side or that when we come back, we should avoid taking that route. I feel like what if we could see ongoing traffic on the paths we take, would we still take on...
universal language
Isn’t it crazy how no matter what culture, we can all recognize the same emotions and facial expressions? Out of all the various ways that we communicate with one another, through all the traditions and dialects and gestures, the one piece that doesn’t have a barrier is how we express our emotions. Whether it’s joy or grief or frustration, no matter who it is or where...
November 2011
8 posts
all tied up
I’m baaaack in San Diego! On the drive back, I was thinking and vaguely remembered this story about how everyone is connected through invisible strings with important people that walk into their life or certain relations that they have with people. I don’t recall how the story really went except for that little detail and I was just thinking, what if that really happened? Like the...
guess who's back?
The drive from San Diego to Sacramento: 9 hours
Amount of gasoline for transportation: 2 full tanks
The look on my parents’ faces when I surprised them at 7 in the morning: priceless
Plus, add in the expression from my grandparents when I visited them and the oh so many numerous times I got to sing, “guess who’s back? back again? Angela’s back… in Sac”....