Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Harry is my homeboy.

The Grand Opening of The Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

I must get on the Hogwarts Express!


Monday, June 21, 2010

The Ultimate Summer Soundtrack (by Yours Truly)


1. Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard
2. Island In the Sun by Weezer
3. Hotel California by The Eagles
4. Yellow Submarine by The Beatles
5. Summer's Song by Chase Coy
6. "Summer Nights" by John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John
7. California Gurls by Katy Perry
8. School's Out by Alice Cooper
9. Summer Skin by Death Cab for Cutie
10. 1234 by Feist
11. I Just Laugh by NeverShoutNever!
12. Don't Stop Believin' by Journey
13. Do You Believe In Magic by Lovin' Spoonful
14. Summer 78 (Instrumental) by Yann Tiersen
15. Just A Boy by Angus and Julia Stone
16. Haven't Met You Yet by Michael Buble
17. Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine
18. Story I Heard by Blind Pilot
19. Good Day, Sunshine by The Beatles
20. I Feel It All by Feist
21. Summer Hair = Forever Young by The Academy Is
22. Summer In the City by Lovin' Spoonful
23. Sweet Home Alabama by Kid Rock
24. All Summer Long by The Beach Boys

So there you have it. The Ultimate Summer Mix, put together by yours truly. Every Monday is going to be Music Monday and I'll put up something music related: My top 5 artists of the week, a new band or song I  want you guys to know about, or - a playlist. Seeing as how today's the first official day of summer, I wanted to create a summer soundtrack. Take it from me - The Music Goddess - a professional music listener - this is the best summer soundtrack to go for. Go on, go to Youtube or something and take a stab at those songs. They'll be worth your time.

Yours Truly,

Sunday, June 20, 2010

my thoughts for today... ♥


pictures via.

Hey, Happy Father's Day!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The Vinyl Princess

*I'm going to start doing book reviews/suggestions on great books I think you guys should check out. I've been meaning to post some other books earlier, but I kept forgetting. So, uhm, anyway, here's a book I finished recently (in less in a day too, I must add). That must mean something, doesn't it?

The Vinyl Princess by Yvonne Prinz
Genre: Young Adult Fiction

"How does a sixteen-year-old vinyl jukie get by?

Summer is here and Allie is exactly where she wants to be: working full-time at the ultra cool Bob & Bob Records in Berkeley. Here Allie can spend her days bantering with the street people, talking the talk with the staff, shepherding the uncool bridge-and-tunnel shoppers - all the while blissfully surrounded by music. It's the perfect setup for her to develop her secret identity as The Vinyl Princess. Her very first zine is about ready to print and her new blog,, is up and running. From the safety of her favorite place on earth, Allie's poised to launch a vinyl revolution - or at least reach some fellow music geeks out there.

They are out there...aren't they?" - taken from the blurb inside the book.

*I rated this book a 10/10, or perhaps an 11/10 because of the humor, the voice, the music, but most of all the character, Allie. This book really caught my interest because it was about a young girl who is truly obsessed with music. Now, if you love music as much as I do, you will definitely enjoy this book.

*I will only include excerts for books that I rate 9/10 or above.

Chapter 1

"I sense him in my midst. The air seems to thin when he's near me. I get light-headed. I don't even have to look up but I can't help myself. It's my fourth sighting this week but who's keeping track? He calmly takes in the standoff at the buy counter before carrying on to the bins. Our eyes meet and he nods and offers up a half smile. I follow him with my eyes and relectantly bring my focus back to the pile of CDs sitting in the middle of the scratched-up blue countertop between Thombo and me like an island no one wants ot claim. I remember when Thombo was "Thomas." It wasn't that long ago. He was an okay kid back then but he fell through the cracks and emerged as "Thombo," someone you definitely shouldn't turn your back on.

"This is the same tired pile of crap you brought in yesterday." I slide the stack of CDs across the counter toward him.

"No, no, man. This stuff is good, it's all good." He twitches and scratches him skinny arm.

"Yeah? So, when did you start listening to Whitesnake and the Grateful Dead?" I ask, looking into his bloodshot eyes.

Thombo's eyes dart around quickly. "You gotta help me out here. It's my sister, man, she's really sick."

I steal a glance at my friend out in the bins. He's flipping through the Bs in the used-CD section. I pull up the sagging waist of my skinny jeans and stand up straighter.

"Yeah? Yesterday you said it was your mom who was sick, and by the way, I saw your sister this morning and she looked fine."

"Let me talk to Bob. Bob's my man."

"Bob isn't here and you know he'd have kicked your ass out of here already."

Thombo thinks for a second or two. "Gimme twenty for the stack. All's I need is a twenty." He slides the pile back toward me like a poker player going all in. His eyes become hopeful again.

"And what do I tell the guy when he comes around looking for the CDs you stole from him and he asks me what you look like and where you live?" I furtively glance out the front window, looking for Laz. Damn it, he should be here by now.

Thombo finally faces the fact that I'm standing firmly between him and his next fix and I'm not budging. He relectantly puts the stack back into a rumpled paper bag and stalks out the door. He was waiting for me when I arrived this morning, his sweatshirt hood pulled over his head, jumping around while I unlocked the smeared double glass door. I'm annoyed at Laz. I don't like handling the tweakers alone. I press the worn-out play button on the amplifier. My Life in the Bush of Ghost by David Byrne and Brian Eno starts up, booming African percussion and techno weirdness through eight speakers. It's only the two of us now, alone in the store, but he doesn't look up even though he must feel me watching him. I smooth ny spiky hair and then, on second though, I mess it up again.

The music makes it official: This house of worship is open for business. The is the place where people come to find commuinity; they come here to confess their sins and talk to their gods; they comes for validation and understanding; they come here to get their groove on, let their hair down, visit the past, look to the future, find some spirituality, searching their souls, get some peace, stir things up, or live a little. This is Bob & Bob Records. This is where I work..." - pages 1-3

*I hope you guys enjoyed that little excerpt. Okay, so it was a little longer than expected, but didn't you get that feeling that you didn't want to stop reading?


Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Fly Me To The Moon


"Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a-Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words
I love you"

[Song/Lyrics: Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra]

I love me some Frank Sinatra! Yes, I'm 14 and I happen to love Frank Sinatra. I just can't believe he hated Elvis Presley. (Yeah, I love him too.) Is that weird? Haha. It is 10:59pm and I am not sleepy at all. Am I suffering from insomniac (whatever that is?) Or perhaps I turn into a vampire during the summertime? Well, I guess I should really get to bed now, huh? Geez, it really is hot here where I live. It's sort of a relief, since winters are freezing and long, and summers are short and humid.  

Enough procrastinating for now! I hope you liked this post. The photos are fully by me, unedited. You can see that I updated the layout! Do you like? AND I also added a navigation bar at the top where you can see it says Home, Profile, and Links.

Please go to the "Links" tab and visit my photography blog. It is in need of some comments and critique.

And also check out some of my followers' blogs / people who I am following. You guys really have some really neat and inspirational blogs. It's on the sidebar, under the title that says "Stop and smell the flowers."

Wow. 11:06pm. This has got to stop.


"You would not believe your eyes, if ten millions fireflies, lit up the world as you fell asleep..." - Owl City


Sunday, June 13, 2010

The Innocence Story

"Too many people grow up. That's the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up. They forget. They don't remember what it's like to be 12 years old. They patronize, they treat children as inferiors. Well I won't do that." - Walt Disney

Saturday, June 12, 2010

My Summer '10 To Do List:


  1. Go to a concert
  2. Play hide-and-seek in the mall
  3. Go star-gazing
  4. Laser tag!
  5. Dance in the rain
  6. Go to a bon-fire
  7. Have a party
  8. Go paint-balling
  9. Go to Indiana with my mom
  10. Play in the sprinklers
  11. Play some badmitton, tennis, and volleyball
  12. Go sailing
  13. Play raquet ball.
  14. Draw arrows on the sidewalk with chalk and have random people follow them to an unknown place.
  15. Play patty-cake in the middle of the street
  16. Babysit Sophia
  17. Earn enough money from # 2 and 3 to buy the Canon Rebel XSi that I have my heart set on
  18. Go to band camp
  19. Take lots and lots of photos to improve my photography
  20. Maybe try to finish my novel, Hope Is the Thing with Feathers? (Yeah, right. I started it in 5th grade and I'm still not done. The plot/storyline just isn't working. I think I'm going to try something else...)
  21. Have a slumber party with all my friends
  22. Hang out with all my new friends
  23. Go swimming!
  24. Go fishing!
  25. Have a movie marathon with my friends
  26. Have a Harry Potter marathon
I may or may not do some of these things but they're some ideas. (:
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Sunday, June 6, 2010

Broken Shards of Glass

[photo © by shalora via. deviantART]
Broken glass under my bare feet, cutting through my flesh like sharp knives. They are dreams. Broken dreams that have died in my heart of fire and ice.

My feet are cuts and scratches. Blood of mahogany seeping through the window-panes. The cuts deepen.
The colours darken around me, engulfing me into a black abyss of silence.
Broken glass under my bare feet, cutting though my flesh.
Yet, the world keeps spinning on and on.

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