Saturday, February 14, 2009

14 more days...

I come from purity. But wait, didn't we all? Didn't we all start from something truly clean and contained? We all came into this world crying, as if a divination told us of our future dilemmas, both conscious and unconscious. But along the way, we were tainted with stupidity. Covered in naivety, drenched in ourselves, and smashed up into a sinful paste used for an unfortunate portrait. In our paths to finding ourselves, we epiphanized how insignificant matters of utter trivial pettiness really were. We then attempted to undo this radical shift of self-awareness we burdened ourselves with through repentance, love, and good karma. Needless to say it wasn't so much as a stroll in the park though; it took the saltiest of sweat to achieve greatness. Now we're better and surpassing our own expectations. Sure we've stumbled, but it ironically helped construct the next step on our golden staircase. We will soon see the light.

Settle the indifferences and return to the stage of humanity. Let the earth enjoy its time without any interruptions. It's finally time to give It the peace and serenity it deserves. Enlighten yourself.

Friday, February 6, 2009

22 more days...

This might sound a little dramatic but I'm so tired of my life right now. Everyday, it's the same exact monotonous routine: school, home, eat, and sleep. There isn't a highlight to my day. Well maybe American Idol on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and ABDC3 on Thursdays, but it's nothing to go ape-shit over. I need more spice, sudden fireworks to my overly gray skies, if you will. Certainly a quick roller coaster of emotions and events will do the trick. But what are the options? I can't just plan things because it isn't as fun as spontaneity, that's for sure.

In other news, my birthday is in a few weeks and I can't wait. But I can't believe I'll be nineteen already. Just yesterday I was taking my behind the wheel exam. The other day I was playing DDR with Jessica and Scotty in my garage. I'm a child in a pseudo-mature world. But with age comes experience and with this experience comes memories. And I can't wait to make more during my nineteenth year here.

Also, I've been drawing much more lately. I don't know why but listening to music really plucks the artistic strings in my brain. I'd be listening to The Fray or Alicia Keys and imagine what the music would look like if it was turned into a garment. And since they have really soulful ballads, the sketches look very romantic, flowy, and somewhat ethereal. And I've also been thinking up of eccentric themes for a runway show, like if a tribal elder met a medieval knight; a cross between nature and structure, or if a traditional Tahitian dancer wore a Salvador Dali painting; feelings of grace and intensity within a disoriented dream. So once I get my printer to work again, I'll scan some and lay them out here. I know I said I'd show my sketches a while back, but I lost them! :[ So i've been drawing and drawing like a dog with rabies. Just pray that I can get my printer to function!

OH, and fuck Etta James for calling Beyonce out and for being a dumbass hypocrite.

with much fabulosity,
Ricardo Juni

Sunday, February 1, 2009

27 more days...

Let me start by saying that The Fray's self-named album is coming out tomorrow! After a good three years, FINALLY. AAAND the entire album can be heard on Vh1.com so I'm basically shitting fireballs because it's pretty crispy. I'm on the fence on whether or not it's has good as How to Save A Life though; I just have to constantly listen to the songs like I did with their first one. But, anything The Fray produces is an A+ in my book.

I know one thing is for damn sure: the lyrics are just as soulful and poignant than ever! That's the number one reason why The Fray is my favorite band. The lyrics provoke the human experience and question traditional and orthodox beliefs. I know they're devoted Christians and all, but thanks be to God himself upstairs that no one has ever considered them being a CHRISTIAN ROCK band. I'd just die and go to heaven and play poker with Jesus if that were to ever float onto the public pond. But SINCE they're devoted, some songs can have the perception that they were written because of post-religious events. But whatever the inspiration, I'm glad that they can continue writing provoking lyrics.

"Where were You when everything was falling apart
All my days were spent by a telephone
That never rang and all I needed was a call
That never came to the corner of First and Amistad"
-You Found Me

"Happiness damn near destroys you
Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor
So you tell yourself that’s enough for now
But happiness has a violent roar"
-Happiness

"It all began with a man & country
Every plan turns another century
Around again, another nation fallen
Maybe God can be on both sides
Of the gun, never understood why
Some of us never get it so good, so good
Some of this was here before us
All of this will go after us
It never stops until we give in, give in"
-Say When

OH and I pre-ordered their DELUXE EDITION hollleration! haha. So i'm excited for that especially. And they're going to be on Good Morning America on Tuesday morning too, so hopefully I can watch them before I go to school. And they're holding a livestream concert online on Wednesday night, so I probably won't go to volleyball since there isn't a concert in California. How stupid right?! But anyway, I sound like a fuckin' straight-up stalker, but believe me when I say that there are worst :] hehe.

Damn, I love The Fray.

LOVE,
Ricardo