He Says, She Writes.

 

 

He says one thing, she writes another, I’m here trying to figure out which one’s the liar.

 

 

good morning =)

Lately my dreams have been forcing me to wake up around 9 a.m. Insaaaaaaaaaaaaaaane lucid dreaming seems to occur for me during that last hour of sleep, and let me tell you, it’s not always pleasant. It’s currently 11:30 a.m. and I think I’m about ready to start my day. Surprisingly I have a day off from both jobs, so here’s a list of things that I have to tackle today:

1. Clean my room.
–Honestly, it’s not as bad as it looked in my therapeutic cleaning post. However, the little cluttered messes are kind of driving me a bit insane.

2. Deposit rent money into my account.
–Pretty much self-explanatory, is it not?

3. Photoshoot with Olivia.
–Yes, yes. I’m back at it with my camera. Directed photography isn’t really my cup of tea but it’s always fun to break away from the things I usually/normally do.

And I think that’s it. I’m probably not going to clean my room though.

Anyway, so I was looking over my old Formspring account and wow. My friends and I sure did know how to put ourselves on blast! I’m so glad that my mind-state isn’t where it was at a year ago. And, after much consideration, I’ve decided to reactivate it again! Although I’m sure I’m going to get a whirlwind of…interesting questions (and maybe a few trolling attempts here and there) but I’m definitely gonna get a kick out of it.

So, if there’s anything you want to know, just ASK.

 

& let’s all be nice. =)

Parfois.

 

 

Parfois, quand je pense à elle, je suis un peu dégoûté par vous.

 

 

Nocando (Revisited) & Low End’s SF Debut

Guess who I interviewed as of late! Although this was an interview conducted through e-mail, it was fun coming up with the questions for my recent “interrogation” of Nocando. You guys remember who this man is, right? 2007′s Scribble Jam champion, Project Blowdian, super witty battle rapper and the resident host of The Airliner’s weekly Wednesday night event, Low End Theory. Due to conflicting schedules, I was unable to have a sit-down with him and had to choose my least favorite way of interviewing: e-mail (hence the generalized questions and brief answers). Nevertheless, I thank you very much, Nocando, for taking the time to answer these following questions!

on my way to heavenly couture.

Here’s a glimpse into the life of Hannah Song.
These are the things I see on my way to one of my jobs, Heavenly Couture (such a bullshit company, if you ask me).

Line 754, Vermont/Sunset Station.

Line 16/316 Century City via 3rd St bus stop.

Line 16 Century City via 3rd St.

Larchmont Village, Larchmont Bungalow.

Larchmont Boulevard.

Yes, I am a bus junkie.
I don’t drive, never really needed to.
& yes, my sense of direction is based on bus routes.

los angeles skies.

are almost always lined with palm trees.

taken from my walk from my apartment to the bus stop.

BANANaS!

Last night, I made an appearance at BANANaS! with my friend Yeselyn. For as long (well, it hasn’t been that long but it’s been around for a while now) as it’s been around, I’ve never went to see what was up until last Tuesday night. It was the 2011 You Guys Are Awesome Edition, and 4343 Leimert Park got pretty packed.

i found a girl who sounds like me.

I found a girl who sounds like me.

If we were to put both of our writing side-by-side and had someone read them aloud…well, it’s uncanny. Not only that, but we have the same interests, the same passions, the same outlets. Looking at her through the windows of the internet, she’s like my doppelganger in every aspect–minus the physical. To make it worse, she’s almost like the embodiment of everything I wanted to be. Successful in school, immersed in the arts, living in the city I love most…

It’s uncanny.

Then, here’s the interesting part: she loves the man that I love. And the man that I love, who tells me he loves me, loves her too.

Looking through her blog, which I now hate that I came across, the pictures she took made it clear that he obviously preferred her over me.

You can’t successfully play a girl if the other’s a blogger.

At this point, I don’t know what to feel. How to react. I mean, how do I react to this? To find that you’re second best. Number two. To a girl you don’t know but can draw so many similarities from. To a girl who’s living the dream you’ve once dreamt but gave up. What does this even mean?

And then, I start to question. Why was I still kept in the picture? What was this idiot of a man thinking? What exactly was the truth, and what exactly was a lie? Can I even consider his love as something valid?

Is she better than me?

The questions swirl in my head and I can’t fucking think.

I’m so mad I want to scream until my lungs collapse. Kick and yell at him, shaking him until my arms give out and cry until I’m tired. I’m heartbroken, I’m hurt, I’m in every kind of intangible pain you can ever think of.

To feel lied to. To feel betrayed.

If I’m second best, number two, why bother making me feel like I’m number one? Like I’m the only one? Like the problem was him and his inability to “open up” and all that other bullshit I fell for.

That’s exactly what this was. Fucking bullshit. Complete and utter fucking bullshit that he fed me and I took by the spoonful.

Now, it’s over and done with. She had him, he loved her, but she set him aside. He moved on, found love in me, and now I read that she cries herself to sleep.

I stayed. Throughout all that fucking bullshit, I stayed. Stepped on, repeatedly taken advantage of. My heart broken over and over again. But now, now it’s good. He loves me, I love him, he comes around and tells me I’m his strength. That he’s grateful for me and my understanding.

But something’s wrong. I’m damaged. Doubtful. I can’t tell if this is another form of bullshit or if this is real. I can’t tell if it’s safe to hope and move forward with him or if I’m just being a fool again. I can’t fucking tell. It’s the worst when you can’t ever fully trust the person you love.

I’m happy with him, but now she’s always in the back of my mind.

I found a girl who sounds like me. And I want to tell her a big fuck you. And although I love you, fuck you too.

covert skate shop.

Hey, West Covina heads!

Check out Covert Skate Shop for some hip hop.
My friend D.U.C.E.R and a few others are starting a biweekly hip hop night on Wednesdays.

& it starts TONIGHT!

So if you’re not doing anything,
& you’re looking for some local hip hop talent,
you should totally head here:

Covert Skate Shop
1915 W. Badillo St.
West Covina, 91790
626-960-4048

do it.

good microbrew and grill + intelligentsia.

So, on Sunday I went on a bike ride from my place to a place called good microbrew and grill in Silver Lake. The ride wasn’t that bad, and I think I did well for an asthmatic who smokes, is out of shape, and doesn’t ride as much as I used to. Honestly, the weather in Los Angeles felt pretty awesome–looked and felt like summer while the sun was out. I’m loving the weather lately (and I’m beginning to think that my moods are affected greatly by the way the world looks).

Anyway. Back to good microbrew and grill.

No, I didn’t get a beer, although from what I’ve glanced at through the menu, they had a pretty big selection. And they served it in pretty glasses also. But no, I (strangely) didn’t want to consume anything with an alcohol percentage. Yeah, the weather got me feeling that good.

ANYWAY.

I ordered the fresh mushroom and swiss cheeseburger, medium rare with sweet potato fries. He got the green chilies and monterrey jack cheeseburger, medium rare with onion rings. Split/shared our burgers to see what they each tasted like.

The burgers were really good, but parts of the meat were burnt and got me kind of distracted from the overall taste. However, their sweet potato fries were delicious and the onion rings were one of the best onion rings I’ve ever had (no exaggeration, I’m a BIG fan of onion rings).

The service was…pretty weird. It was really good, in fact I loved our server (lowkey crushed on his accent) but you can tell there was a definite lack of communication between everyone who worked there. Overall, I give this place a B+.

Afterwards we headed over to Intelligentsia, home of the best cappuccinos I’ve ever had so far.

This place is one of the best places to just sit and engage in my favorite activity: people-watching. Listening in on random coffeeshop conversations is really fun too, from time to time.

Oh, and I saw Joe Jonas here, also. Pretty good looking guy actually. Totally better looking in real life than through those weird Hollywood rose-colored point of views.

Okay, this is where I end.

Check out good microbrew and grill
3725 West Sunset Boulevard
Los Angeles, CA 90026-1527
(323) 660-3645

&

Intelligentsia
3922 West Sunset Boulevard
Los Angeles, CA 90029-2242
(323) 663-6173

 

& hey, you. Thank you for another great (and kind of hazy) weekend.