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goodbye hawaii

its been great, almost 11 years and some change, ill never forget the drugs, the girls, the parties and the nights that i spent at home alone wishing i spent my nights with drugs, girls, and parties... shit.

i didnt do much, i didnt see alot of places, i didnt do all of things i wanted to do but i sure as hell met some awesome people, fell in love and got hurt, found different loves in volkswagens, tattoos, and drinking. you've been good to me hawaii, thank you for raising me through my young adult life til now, im sure i wouldnt be half the person i am had i finished out this last decade+ if i grew up anywhere else.

take care, ill be back to visit someday, and only to visit, i must continue my adventures in b minor elsewhere to the adventure rock soundtrack that is my life.

i make no sense!

FAT FACE PEACE OUT 2008,


laterrr.

L.A. to Vegas '07

Write up later, pictures now... 50 random somethings depicting my trip from L.A. to Vegas this past weekend all taken with my iPhone!

Flickr!

cross family sharing is a go

i met her mom friday night for an eve at angelo pietro's, lesley and not ms. s, chicken and bacon with tiramisu, a kiss on the cheek a wave goodbye. she met my family, too many names, embarrassing stories, golf channel and us, mom wants to adopt already, left before scrabble.

so i met my girlfriends mother, apparently she likes me, no surprise there. my name is brandon, extreme gentleman of leisure, loved by parents worldwide. dinner was nice, there were a few awkward pauses and fumbling for things to say, otherwise the night went by quite well, and i felt very well received.

she met my parents, my brother, sister, nephew, a few aunts and uncles, and close family friends... i felt pretty bad, i only had one person to meet on her side, whereas she met my entire immediate family, and some close island relatives. catered dinner, seahawks vs. the vikings, and the golf channel filled the eve. embarrassing as always my mother chatted her ear off, and spoke to me in the kitchen with talks of 'the one' 'daughter-in-law' and all that. she was the same way with amy after the first few months and meeting her, look at where that got me, hopefully she doesnt have some sort of mom curse. my family received her very well and she'll definitely be coming out to more get togethers, willingly too!

6:20 am

holy shit, how am i awake? a night of balls jokes, bad dancing, cover charges, cigarettes, and liquor i got home this morning at 6:20am. its currently 10:22am, and im sitting here typing this with a red bull on my desk and motion city soundtrack in the background. what happened?

10:30pm or so Jeffrey Jacintho and Mahala Matsuura came tromping about my door in Jeff's mighty 4 door VW stead, we were off to china-town for some drinks and merriment on hotel st! after much needed cash money was reaped from an atm we arrived at 39 hotel, Mahala skipping out on cover and walking past the door girl started the night off quite well! a stand up bass, a sax and a drummer filled the air with sloppy yet smooth noise, for an hour or so this went on with some new castles and vodka diets sucked down over the course of our 39 hotel occupancy. last call announced, slop jazz done, we ventured to Next Door (literally... rimshot, heyoo!) for an awesome $10 cover charge, ugh. We almost missed the last band, but managed to catch 2 songs before being subjected to hyper dance scene kid revolution... fuck! scene kids typically would ruin my night, but a heineken (they ran out of new castle! :< ) and some vodka redbulls later, i was alright! outside Jeff ran into a stripper from 939, and despite what he says, she did not look all that hot! he reassured me otherwise and said we'll have to verify at the club, i obviously denied wanting to go (im so lying, but my gf reads this... shhh) somehow he managed to convince me that we'll be going in the future though, aw jeez, Jeff 1, Brandon 0. random run-ins about, i ran into one Jason Hakala! woah! it was his last night in hawaii before returning to washington, and we were both glad to have seen each other. ill miss that kid and cant wait for him to come back again... or even better i cant wait til i can drive from portland to seattle to see him!

new paragraph, phew!

39 hotel, 3 new castles, Next Door, 1 heine, 2 vodka bulls, im feelin ok! not many places are open for late night liquor anymore, hanging out in front of murphys more balls jokes, bad dancing and girls peeing in bushes ensued. craving a nicotine fix we were off to 7/11 so Mahala could score some Camel 9's! nasty dread dudes, and construction workers were fairly stoked on Mahala's late night appearance and couldn't help but gawk at her whenever they had a chance, maybe it was the way she luxuriously held her cigs and posed as she smoked, who knows, hilarity ensued regardless. at some point during our loitering about i was offered a cigarette, being told that they go well after beer and during drinking, and its just one. giving in to the peer pressure of the 5'2" japanese/filipino girl i smoked my 1st cigarette ever... christ that shit was disgusting, so disgusting i smoked another, 5 hours later the back of my throat still fucking tastes like cigarettes. remind me to never do that shit again please? i seriously feel like i licked a hobo right now, and he wasnt a very tasty hobo! after much tasty hobo licking, port-o-potty visits, and bad dancing we hopped skipped and jumped to zippys on king for some early morning surf pac dining! spilled water, chili cheese fries and spam were the highlight, smoking in the no-smoking area was the win (not me, I've already quit smoking, 2 is enough for the rest of my life).

Jeff being the extreme gentleman of leisure he had picked up Mahala from Ewa Beach... from Kailua! holy shit! im pretty sure i fell asleep in the backseat and wokeup somewhere deep in the dirty westttt (uuuuhhh) to see Mahala off and to hop in the front seat for a 530am ride back in early morning traffic.

a piss, a plug in of my phone, and a comfy bed i plopped onto... 3 some odd hours later here i am, my arms are heavy, my stomach is now lined with red bull, and i still taste cigarettes, what a fucking fun night! i hope i can make it through the day today, only 12 hours til i can come back home now, wee.

bye!

people biting.

"hickeys are so middle school brandon, you fucking faggot!"

"SHE FUCKING BIT ME, ITS NOT A GODDAMN HICKEY!"

ah shit, here we go... haha, its embarrassing as all hell, but what can i say i wear my mark with pride. this means something though, i think ive been marked as territory, probably to keep the (not-so) obvious swarms of women off of me, is this what girls do to claim their territory? if so, a simple sign strung around my neck would serve better, but if this is how it has to work so be it i guess.

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kailua-town with the jeffrey jacintho, world renowned turn-tabalist the ambassador aka the spice, spent my day with my bff (like omg forevs) workin on my coilova-shockucho systemmmm! my car still goes braaap braaaaaap but not as much, still gotta figure the rest of it out but we made progress even if we fucked the threads up on one of my coils. new castle motivates and aids in our completion of tasks, aid in the sense that a 2'ish hour job turned into like 6'ish.. haha! oh well, we drank 12 castles total and ate a "Hey Brah" all meat pizza from Mama's Kailua, was pretty decent, except the dumb broad behind the counter was trying to deliver the pizza despite the fact that we were sitting in the store about 5 feet away.

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as we all know tonight was the shins show @ pipeline, revealed to me via unclemurdles the most excellent band ratatat also played tonight @ pipeline as well. to my dismay the shins tickets sold out long ago (not that i care anyways, i much prefer the 'R' to the shins anyways) but one could buy a ticket to see ratatat for $15 to see them afterwards... HUZZAH! i went and got rocked the fuck out, i had the biggest stoked smile on my face when they played 'wild cat' hearing the jaguar loop through the song. ratatat don't say much, they move a bit and have a nice video synced up video loop goin on while they play, but this has been the best live show ive been to in the past 3-4 years, hands down. they nearly played both LPs front to back throughout the course of the show which is fucking awesome because there is and honestly never will be a song that i do not thoroughly love from ratatat. thanks guys, come back some day.

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speaking of ratatat, remember october of '06? i wrote a blog about their new cd at the time... good-times yeah, i love them.

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brb gotta get my phone, its on the charger

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ok im back, and im uploading some recent cell phone pics to add the post, kgo.


next to L&L nimitz this store was apparently sold out of something, but who the fuck knows what... i love mokes.


ratatat @ pipes, i hate taking pictures at shows.

ok so i thought i had more pictures to upload, apparently i didn't, so uh.. enjoy those two.

2am and still awake, what to do?!?!

BYE!

so full of life, so full of hate

i started my day at nine thirty am, arriving later at the filipino house in kalihi with hoodie and leftover pizza in hand, i started drinking my first new castle immediately at about ten thirty am. as the day poured on the rain barely let down, i kept drinks up and my wits about me watching the latest gift productions feature for the showdown in china town tonight. after beer six or so i passed out on the couch watching scrubs, only to be awakened by the merriment and banter of one mike and his life partner lyle celebrating the completion of their masterpiece. final project in hand the lads were off to china town for a showdown, whilst the filipino and i (j-real) whisked ourselves off to kenny's for food and conversation, the turkey and mash were delicious, thanks kenny, whoever you are. arriving home shortly after seven thirty i folded much laundry, and have now come to rest in front of my computer, slight leftover beer buzz and somber mood hand in hand i have words to convey.

i have met someone, someone special, someone beautiful, someone important, someone wonderful.

i have interviewed, talked, chatted, and got my foot in the door to leave the islands.

my happiness lies within this girl, one should never rely on others for happiness, however she makes me happy, incredibly happy (when shes around, im depressed as usual when she is not).

my happiness lies within leaving the islands, ive placed alot of faith and built up my expectations for what oregon can and eventually will do for me, im depressed as usual still not being there.

between leaving for good, and falling in love, i hate my life, i hate this decision i will have to make. i made up my mind to stay here for love before, look at where its got me, who knows how different my life could have been had i moved to washington, i would probably be nowhere near the same person i am now. at the same time look at how many awesome friends and people ive brought into my life, shes no longer there but i have a few great people that i surround myself with that i can truly call friends.

this is where i tell you its only been two weeks since ive met this girl, i shouldnt care you would say, its only two weeks! but you're wrong, you're way wrong, i know i have a future with this girl, she told me, i felt it, i believe it. two weeks to fall in love with anyone else might seem ridiculous, but with her it seems so real, so true, im not alone either, shes already confided her love in me as well, this is real.

no one can help me make this decision between my love for her and my love for leaving, if i leave her love i know ill be longing, if i keep her love i know in time ill long again for the coast. i hate my life and these decisions i have to make, i hate my life and the measures i must take, with all this pain and strife i wish i could just end it all tonight.

i dont know why i started to rhyme, i feel like an idiot, im going to go die now.