You've Gotta Squint Like You've Got The Mothaf!cking Sun In Your Eyes.

Talib Kweli ft. Res - Too Late - Train Of Thought

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! Peace to L-Boogie & You + Yours!



^Like our tree? Long's Drugs mini trees what it do!!

PS, damn I miss that tie ^up there, got ruined in the washer =[ oh well, new ties will get rocked then!

I've given until I break,
The ground beneath us quakes;
How can we grow when we've only begun?
Forsake beneath the sun.."

I Crossed An Ocean Of Words & Found You.

Nobuo Uematsu - Tifa's Theme - Final Fantasy VII Piano Collection



Lost In Translation is one of my most favorite movies, ever! The sleepy, dreamy aesthetic of this film (recorded on film and not digital video), paced with the consciously detached sensation that you're all alone would push the impatient audiencee to blink 40 winks, or perhaps dismiss the movie as "pointless" or "plotless," but they'd be completely missing the most profound element of this movie: It's about getting lost in many things--lost in loneliness, lost in a fast-paced world--but it's ultimately about being lost in love. And lost in an ocean of words.


Talib Kweli ft. Les Nubians - Love Language - Train Of Thought

^Listen to the chorus of this song:

"L'amour n'a pas de, frontiere (Love has no boundaries)
Restes car je t'aime comme tu es (Stay because I love you as you are)
J'ai traverse l'ocean du verbe (I crossed an ocean of words)
Et je t'ai trouve (And I found you)

Falling in love in a different country.. Imagine falling in love in a different language! As the Def Poetry poet Shihan put it, from his "Love-Like" piece:

"..I even be fantasize about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory,
get transported to some third world country just to get treated and somehow meet up again with you so I could
fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same type love."

This is type of love is that miracle-type love, that every single one of us has a chance of happening to. John Green of the novel Paper Towns put it so well, as it goes along the lines of this: If you think about it, everyone gets their miracle: if you consider all the unlikely things put together (i.e., getting struck by lightning, getting terminal ear cancer, spontaneous combustion, getting eaten by a whale, etc.), at least one of them will probably happen to each of us. but my miracle was this: Out of all houses, of all the subdivisions of all the cities in Florida, I lived next-door to Margot Roth Spiegelman."

^You will definitely have to read the book to understand how SO SWEET & DOPE this part of the prologue is!

Anyway, my honest intention of this post was to post the ending of Lost In Translation because I recently discovered (through watching Attack Of The Show, I believe!!) the silenced whisper exchanged between Murray & Johannsen.

If you can't appreciate the art behind this decision by Sofia Coppola to blind the audio, then don't watch this video, and stay puzzled in heartache, imagining what was actually spoken!

Or, if you are full of suck and are a curious cat, proceed + continue to push "play":


Bill Murray & Scarlett Johannsen - Ending - Lost In Translation

*Sigh* I want my miracle, too..

"The things I say & do
May not come quite through,
My words may not convey just what I'm feeling.."

Just A Bunch Of Jibberish.

Binary Star - Reality Check - Masters of the Universe

..And then Macy asked me,"Are you happy?" And I couldn't answer immediately at first--I moved my lips and opened my mouth and blinked a second too long, meaning to decide where my answer would fall in this Yes/No/Maybe realm of almost seemingly-innocent conversation..

I said "Yes, I am," but my eyes lied and a teardrop backstabbed my false intention, to agree to disagree with myself, and when I closed my eyes I saw myself staring out into blank void of what would lie ahead in my post-graduate life (for that time.. things changed for the better now!).

PCC17 "Bayan" had just wrapped its closing night, and the whole run crew, stage crew, cast and close friends were partying like it was New Year's, on a cold, dark but unarguably celebratory night in a Western street house, with a lovely basement (whose residency included Will, handsome boyfriend to the Elle front-page, drop-dead divine Tammie D., lead star of the play) to escape the dreaded party-ordinance enforcers known as the Cops.

I had just made a run to the 7-11 near my house to cop a modest 32 oz. of the High Life for myself, but something was missing. Why was I standing here alone, getting a sole-bottle of something that really wouldn't do anything to me unless I downed two of these bottles whole? Why hadn't I asked anyone if they wanted something on the way, too? why was i frustrating myself with silly questions when I could be doing a Soco-Sake-shotgun, or a keg stand, or playing Beer Pong against Luisa in the party basement? WHY COULDN'T I JUST STOP THINKING!

Macy's eyes snapped mine back onto Earth from the Jupiter space they had momentarily rocketed out too, and knew my answer was an honest lie. I didn't even realize that one could lie honestly, only until it was themselves they were lying with. "Carlo, it's important to be honest to you, even though it may take a while to find where your happiness lies.. No matter what, do what pleases you, do what makes you happy. It's taken me a while, but I'm finally happy."

Macy is one of the realest, flyest girls I've ever known. Always given me direction and wisdom words, I owe her the oceans and stars and all the intergalactic space between.

Thanks for always lookin out, Macy!

"Lady all I need,
Darkness she's all I see.."