Ayo Jay – Your Number (Feat. Fetty Wap)

I’ll be honest, I’m a sucker for “island style” rhythms and beats especially when marimba-like tones and sounds are used to enhance the record overall. Probably a poor comparison lyrically, but in terms of ‘vibe’ I immediately received a Kevin Lyttle feel à la “Turn Me On”.  “Your Number” definitely does not match the energy level of that classic jam, the addition of Fetty Wap will probably increase the circulation of this song and doesn’t detract from it either.

Hope you have fun and dance as much as I do to this! Happy Monday 🙂


Latino Calzones 

There are many things I resent commuting to Aliso Viejo five times a week for, but knowing there is a place that serves a myriad of empanadas with various fillings makes it worthwhile. 

Love Yourself (Remix) 

And let the influx of “Purpose”, Justin Bieber’s latest album released last week, begin! 

Love Yourself (Borche Deep House Mix)
If you haven’t given the album a chance because of your stance on the Bieb’s un-Canadian antics, but if you’re a consumer of pop culture you shouldn’t sleep on it any longer. 

Although Adele’s album dropped an hour ago, so things are about to get real sad real quick. 

I’ll be sure to post my latest music finds and dalliances so be sure to check back! 

Obligatory Explanation with Gratuitous Meme Use

So I’ve been driven to try this once more. They say in order to get better at something you need to fail a couple million times. I may have roughly (at least!) 10 abandoned blogs in the past 10 years so that has to account for some personal growth, right? I can at least be proud of how my writing has evolved from my humble Xanga beginnings.

I'm sure I had this layout for a whole week at one point in my youth with Sublime's "Date Rape" as the background music.
I’m sure I had this layout for a whole week at one point when I was 14 with Sublime’s “Date Rape” as the background music.

With that said, it has come to my self-realization that I have become “that” person on personal social media outlets. While there may be a list of “types” of Facebook friends that come to mind, I am unfortunately at the lowest, most inner despicable ring – people with opinions about race and politics. Super cringe worthy, right? Don’t worry, my feelings aren’t hurt in the least.

In fact, I’m so well aware of this now that I decided to turn my efforts into something a little more tangible in terms of tracking my reading and a lot less abrasive to those unwilling to hear about how I feel about something they never thought about until today. The irony is that I am probably one of the most unapologetically opinionated individuals that you will ever meet, but I am still worried about your feelings of me shoving what injustices I came across on social media that day. As much joy as I get out of making people uncomfortable, I want that lack of comfort to stem from the realization of something new not because I annoy the shit out of you.

If I Were A Meme

Truth of the matter is, I really do edit what I have to say to fit the attention span parameters of my audience on that media. So what do I do to emphasize on a text outlet that does not permit bolding or italicizing? CAPS LOCK, BABY! It makes everything look so much more urgent when all capitalized not to mention one usually reads phrases construed of all upper case letters as if someone was yelling in their head. I do love that part.


Unfortunately the world around me gives me enough fodder to hit Publish on every headline that churns my insides and makes me want to cry out in disgust. There is so much ugly in the world and all I seem to do is share what horrors I’ve learned with the people around me more often unwilling than not. But I just can’t NOT say anything.

I can’t just sit there and watch this shit fly past my face every day. I can’t let people not know about how our fellow man or woman suffers at the hands of oppressors in all shapes and forms. I don’t want people to walk all over me because I’m afraid of telling people how I feel and what makes me feel that way so they can hopefully stop. Is it so wrong to have an opinion?

Recently I have been facing some backlash for speaking my mind, for getting mad at stuff that is actually more offensive to me, and worse for sticking up for something I believe in. I’m no martyr, but I do feel the need to speak up when I feel so backed up against the wall.

So that’s what this is. Nothing more, nothing less. Just how I view the world with my unique perspective just as yours is special and different than mine. And until I have a completely altered idea of what it is to be American, I’m going to keep speaking my mind, stay true to my heart, and love the differences I’ll face everyday.

Pretty Much

“It’s okay because you’re hot.”

Definitely going to have to prepare myself for misogynistic comments as I step more often behind the bar. I think I could be a decent bartender and practicing is clearly the only way to achieve confidence.

But I will admit I do find relief in being able to smile, apologize after messing up a simple drink, and still get tipped.

Ah, double standards.

“Are you Chinese?”

I politely said no.

“Are you Vietnamese?” She tried again.
“Done. Next pants.”

I stared down at the cuffed and safety pinned uniform. Back in the changing room, I put on the second pair of the same color and fit.

“No, Japanese,” I offered instead of the usual guessing game I put people through. She finished the pant leg in 30 seconds.

“Oh, Japanese bettah. I like Japanese more than Chinese. They don’t try take over my country,” she said so fast and almost as if relieved by answer. She looked up at me,”All done. You change. Want press wit dat?”

“Um, no. No, thank you,” I mumbled as I closed the changing room door one last time.

Now in my pair of skinny jeans, I paid for my pants to be hemmed and picked up by Friday. “Are you Vietnamese?” I asked as I signed my credit card receipt. All of that and she didn’t even bother to tell me.

“Yes,” she smiled stapling the receipts together before handing them back to me. “Thank you, come again.”

LA tings

Spent a good chunk of my weekend in LA, starting with the Black Keys concert at the Forum. It truly is exciting to be working at a venue and to be getting paid with these legendary artists performing in the background. While it may not be ideal for some and most would prefer to be watching the concert, but at this point in my life this is realistically the most affordable way to see such a multitude of different performers.

Enough with the defending of my part time work… KROQ had boasted a private soundcheck with the Black Keys and about 30 lucky individuals. And guess who walked as slow as possible to their portable to witness their greatness?! I heard their entire show as I poured $12 beers outside and upstairs (The Forum carries sound reallly well around the entire venue). I’m not a dedicated fan, but I do appreciate their talent so it was awesome to see them live. And their soundcheck was flawless.

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Last minute, I got a text from my UCLA family member – Alex. Word on the street was that Outkast had picked up three new additions this class. We rolled up (on time, silly us) to Fu’s Chinese Palace and indulged in some delicious non-traditional, Chinese-American food. After that is what usually happens after BBR’s… I think the common term for what went down is usually referred to as a “sh!tshow”. I know I’ve only been done with school for about a year, but 1) I cannot hang (nor could I ever) and 2) whyyy did we do that to ourselves? No joke, I was cringing left and right… and that was before the vomit started flying. Oh, college.

Welcome to the Family! Hope to see you at your Installs.

The next day I got ready for the Kings vs. Canucks game held at Staples Center. Not only have I not been at Staples Center since probably (AT LEAST) 2003, it was also my first NHL game! Up until Saturday the only hockey I had ever seen were the Mighty Ducks trilogy and a couple of Ontario Reign games. We were celebrating Jasper’s good friend, Max’s birthday. No better way to celebrate someone’s existence than with a 5-1 win, private suite with chicken wings and sliders, and heckling the Canadians next door.

Happy Birthday, Max!


Overall great weekend of friends, family & debauchery. Peep the next update when I come back from Carmel & Ensenada 😉