Honestly, anything with good beats and melodies, minus lyrics that degrade women and men, will win my heart. I’m especially a sucker for music that makes me want to get up from my seat and DANCE. So, if what I like constitutes what most mainstream music is, then my view on mainstream music is … I’m lovin’ it!
I just hate it when songs are overplayed on the radio. I’m actually getting tired of hearing Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep”. Who agrees with me?
Aye, but today was uneventful! Yes, it was Father’s Day, but we celebrated it yesterday because my parents had to go to Sacramento today. Alright, let’s do this!
Woke up at 10:30 AM to my cellphone vibration, because it is the only alarm that works. (The best alarm is my ma’s voice telling me to wake up.)
Ate tirimisu cake for breakfast, which was the left over from yesterday nights’ (in celebration of Father’s day, we got Dad tirimisu.)
Researched on Economics and Film Major, and prepared questions for tomorrow’s meeting with the advisor.
Wanted to make smoke salmon, realized that I didn’t have liquid smoke sauce, so resorted to oven-bake salmon. Watched a bunch of how-to youtube videos to bake salmon, but decided not to bake it in the end because … there was still last week’s sauteed fish in the fridge.
1:00 PM, ravioli, fish, rice, lettuce.
Played with Adobe Premiere Pro CS4, played with color correction, and attempted to make a short film with old footages. Lost inspiration, so gave up.
Told Meisze that her picture looked unprofessional for the scholarship entry (it was taken from her Macbook), and took several headshots of her.
Read the first chapters of the Count of Monte Cristo, which reminded me of Shakespeare’s writing style: lengthy sentences, obvious antagonists, and overly dramatic romance.
6:00 PM, finished the ravioli, drank aloe vera juice, and snacked on tortilla chips.
Gave the Count of Monte Cristo another try. Finished two more chapters.
Watched a few minutes of the Simpson’s. Marge is mad at Lisa because Lisa doesn’t want to be like her mom.
9:30 PM, went to the gym.
11:30 PM, came back, showered and brushed my teeth.
Everything there is, everything we know, hinges on this one bizarre, transient condition — existence — which just happens to be your current reality. We regard the miracle of existence as a goldfish regards water, which means we don’t regard it at all. But if you think about it, it’s an exceedingly peculiar fact — that we exist.
Whenever you feel stuck in a backstory, in a corner turning in on itself… BOOM, some unknowable cosmic lottery has spit you out right here and now, in this chair, in this situation, in this form. Figure it out from here with whatever is given in the moment. The backstory is just mental dressing, not important, because you are alive and you can do things.