January 2011
1 post
Whaaaat?!
I haven’t looked at brownpen in years it feels, an after reading a few entries, I can’t believe how emotional I was about my ex. I was such a raw person back then, and looking back, I was so vulnerable. I think I still am that kind of guy though. Which presently, is good for my relationship.
Oddly enough, just to put this somewhere… No, nevermind
March 2010
1 post
My father is a dying breed of the dreamy, optimistic type. He lived his life loosely, and he left his dream gone reality with out a single finger grasping his family. We had all peeled his fingers from our lives, and for this, I sorry. I wish I knew how, personally, I could do this - love you despite your displacement.
I’ve always been liable for my verbal abusiveness, and I’ve...
February 2010
2 posts
Jigga what?
I’m sitting here, debating over which subject I should study first. There are three that are priority, but of those three, all are equivalent in importance. Drat. I’ll study for environmental design first, I guess.
I want to do good. It seems simple, doesn’t it? I thought so, as well, but to my unpleasant surprise, it’s all too easy to be reckless with the life you’ve breathed to be aware of. It’s easier still to forget your motives and to over-look the qualities that inspired you before. The music, the people, and the emotions. The growth. But we can always trip our way back forward,...
January 2010
1 post
Like you, I also wish to be liked for both my good and bad qualities, my triumphs and my downfalls. Sometimes, I’m not sure about us, but you try. And I like that.
November 2009
1 post
For the most part, the Las Vegas was a success. Surrounded by my friends, I allowed myself to wind down from the stresses of life. There is no better medicine than good company. I surely know that everyone has had their own mix of troubles, and sin city was their big break from reality. Sadly, a lot of reality visited me at the Planet Hollywood suite, but I won’t dwell deeply on those...
September 2009
1 post
Homegrown
Honestly, I couldn’t be happier tonight. <3
August 2009
2 posts
And in this chaos there is you - and only you
Dynamics, Mechanics of Solids, Circuits, Surveying, and Differentials. These are the intimidating classes I am taking, but for some inspirational reason, I am at an ease. Of the people I’ve met and those who’ve left, what remains with me are my priority. My family, my friends, and this major. Of that list, however unique they are, only one is independent from the other two. My family...
kari-shma:
Kings of Leon | Use Somebody
-...
May 2009
19 posts
O(+3)L
Even in a name, love does not die. It is said. Therfore, love lives.
I have three finals tomorrow. All of which have power over my future.
Tumblrs
A lot of tumblrs are young, stupid, and impressionable. So much so that each one believes they’ve individualized themselves from the rest by the flow of tumbls they submit each day with the random shit they find on the internet.
My main example: Star Trek had not always been the “in” thing. I hate “Oh, I love trekkiess” talk. It used to have a negative connotation,...
Quinto
Ok, I love love loved the Star Trek movie. I mean, hell, Origin movies are bomb - especially if the focus is Spock and Kirk, but gawd DAMN. Stop posting pictures of Quinto. Shit.
What's your age?
robotlove:
thatjeffreykid:
paralysis:
kelseysmile:
gru3some:
14
14
14
17
17
Gawd, Tumblrs are so young! Too much time on their hands.
Hope I have a good response on Sunday.
UC Berkeley
robotlove:
brownpen:
This Sunday, I’m performing at UC Berkeley’s magazine unveiling. Wish me luck!
am i still going with you? if i am, what time is it at?
It’s mother’s day. I don’t think I can just take you because then it’ll just be mom and dad. On mother’s day. I’ll be there after though.
UC Berkeley
This Sunday, I’m performing at UC Berkeley’s magazine unveiling. Wish me luck!
KUYA
robotlove:
do you want to take me to an Epik High concert on May 15th? I’ll pay you for my ticket if you order it online for me. I’ll give you money. yes yes?
One word. Swine flu.
Get it? One word? Swine Flu?
No. hahahaha
April 2009
14 posts
What is Happiness?
On any given day, in any fleeting moment, we are potentially filled with elation or drowned in depression. Perhaps it is not the conditions that fail us, but the failure of our perception to guide our emotions healthily. We can momentarily observe the sky and, amongst the stars, feel infinite - but for how long, i ask, will that stay true until the attention diminishes? Until we decide to return...
robotlove:
brownpen:
On any given day, in any given moment, we may find ourselves filled with elation or drowned in depression. Perhaps, it is not the conditions we live in that fail us, but how our perceptions fails those conditions.
stop. with. the mumbo jumbo. MUMBO. JUMBO. are you going to the airport tomorrow?
it’s not mumbo jumbo. it’s philosophy. and it’s damn well...
French biochemist gone Buddhist monk? Nicee
On any given day, in any given moment, we may find ourselves filled with elation or drowned in depression. Perhaps, it is not the conditions we live in that fail us, but how our perceptions fails those conditions.
21
I had the sickest dream last night. I had just turned 21, and when I woke up - I had a beard. Every patron that crossed paths with me asked, “What?! You have a beard?!” in which I quickly answered, “Yea? Doesn’t everyone grow beards after they turn 21?”
I’m sad. I have no beard.
MY BROTHER'S POEM GOT PUBLISHED AT UC BERKELEY
robotlove:
FRANCIS FERNANDEZ. GOOGLE IT. HE’S GOING TO BE FAMOUS.
edit: ok. so i googled it up. nothing. so he’s not famous yet but he will be.
Again, damn right I’m going to be famous
Nice
My poem “Mic & Break” was published in one of UCBerkeley’s magazines.
Brother Was A Security Gaurd For Gabe Bondoc
robotlove:
and some chick thought he was Gabe Bondoc. that chick is stewpeed. anyways. that’s why he didn’t come home today.
damn right, I was.
Baggages
Did you know – that I bleed in the corner sometimes. Not red, but clear, transparent tears, screaming silence that shatters peace to pieces, but while my head rests in the home of my arms, I pretend I’ve learned something: That life is too short, love hurts too long, and while bruises fade, cuts can keep cutting. So you see this child loves his-self no more than less than yesterday, so where is my...
March 2009
44 posts
