sushi: January 2010

Sunday, January 31, 2010

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I’m a sucker for acoustic tracks that build up to a heavy ending. Thanks to an old friend for reminding me how awesome this song is.

If It Means A Lot To You by A Day To Remember

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Freakin’ awesome CD.
Probably listened to it too much for my own good.

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fuckyeah-imdelicious:

I’ll see him walking down the street.

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One of these days I wanna get in this magazine. One can dream, no?

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Getting some studying done for once… until I fell asleep.
Typical Sunday: Church, Lunch, Cram for Midterm on Monday.

Thanks to Danny for spamming my phone with about 3000 texts in 5 seconds.

Listening to: Birds by The Starting Line

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Quote of The Day: 4AM is The New Midnight Edition

S: I’m sorry but in her state, she wouldn’t know what 2+2 is. If she answered 4 she is very wrong, because it equals window, alright?
- S is laughing -
Me: Thats 1 + 1. Fail.
S: Oh really? Damn. OK do your facepalm thing.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

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My favorite acoustic tracks are on this CD. Listen to it here.

Quote of The Day

Me: KC and JoJo. OLD SCHOOL!
S: WAIT WHAT? How do you know-
Me: What? just because I’m an immigrant I’m not supposed to know KC and JoJo?
S: No, I mean how do you know I’m listening to them?
- everyone bursts out laughing -

To All the Nice Guys.

(via djgonzales)

Listen up nice guys ..

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girls every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing serious between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: oh, but were just friends! And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I cant. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as oh, hes too nice to date or he would be a good boyfriend but hes not for me or he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out! or the most frustrating of all: no, it would ruin our friendship. Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I cant figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ASS now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgment, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

So if you’re one of these nice guys repost this and you’ll get what you deserve and been waiting for …

(Pulled this off of my myspace from a while back. I didn’t write this, but props to whoever did.)

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via FFFFOUND!

I just love it. ‘nuff said.

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Where is this place?

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Yeah, I’m doing a 365 Project thanks to lateryears. He made it into this shot, along with m-paoword. I’m trying to study for my Chemistry midterm on Monday, but as you can see, I’m pretty heavily distracted.

Ended up at IKEA with the family, so I didn’t get any studying done.

Listening to: Sunday Morning (Questlove Remix) by Maroon 5

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Download now or listen on posterous

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Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning (Questlove Remix)

Friday, January 29, 2010

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Just buy the CD. Or pay for the download. Some musicians deserve your money.

On a total sidenote, I’m posting on tumblr like a boss because taking a nap in the afternoon means that I’m up all night.

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The truth is hard. The truth is awkward and very often the truth hurts. I mean, people think they want the truth. But do they really?
The truth is painful. Deep down, nobody wants to hear it, especially when it hits close to home. Sometimes we tell the truth because the truth is all we have to give. Sometimes we tell the truth because we need to say it out loud to hear it for ourselves. And sometimes we tell the truth because we just can’t help ourselves. Sometimes, we tell them because we owe them at least that much.

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