Saturday, June 30, 2007


Reviews later.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Which Laces?

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Book of Rhymes

Nas - Book of Rhymes

So I have a custom of jotting down random thoughts during English class.
This serves a couple of purposes
1. The girl sitting next to me is impressed.
2. I can look back and remember what I was thinking.

So, here are some things I have thrown onto paper and what I remember thinking about when I wrote them.

I though i had a lu-lu-lu a love like this
It't got to be something if I feel like this.
It mean I though it was love
But maybe it was just sex
Nothing in life is promised, so fuck a regret.

This was probably first semester, when half of my life was consumed by trying to make a relationship work. This is probably one of those days where I was hating that person. Maybe these thoughts came out of anger, but when I look back they weren't too off base.

Heavenly body
She was born
She was beautiful
I would say that she's sexy
But she's not that way
Deep, enchanting eyes
and an immaculate figure
If I could paint it would be a beautiful picture
Her skin is warm and soft
Her lips are beautifully defined

I think I wrote this about the same girl in the previous one, though I could say it's about anyone. So while I may have realized I don't love her as much as I thought I did, she's still a beautiful lady.

Wake up confused,
theoretically dumbfounded
I think I know what I need, but I don't know what I want
Appreciated, Un
I can't hear myself
My subconsciousness is sending messages
but I'm consciously unaware
My thoughts are unclear
If I could do it all over, I'm not sure if I would
Not sure how I could, try to make it right.
How can I make it right, if I don't know what's wrong
Love is a beautiful thing, if handled right
If perception was reality, it would be so great
But the reality I perceive is perfectly imperfect.

Ha! and she says I broke her heart. Bottom line is that I am on my way and if she didn't want to hop on for the ride then it was her bad luck.

You see me, but you don't know me
The alpha-male anti-thesis
Humble but confident
Stylish, but not flash
My life is love, not sticking it in
Fuck a new trend, give me my Ralph Lauren
I'll give you myself, but you can't take it
I'm not smart, I'm intelligent

See, random thoughts. Very random. No idea when I wrote this but I had crossed out the last 4 lines because I must've not like them.

Simply philosophic
Influence microscopic
Introspectively telescopic
Not lukewarm but hot shit
Now apocalyptical Shakur shit
Right there with Kweli and Dante
Skills influential Bellafonte
Impact of a miseducation
Reveals his education from societal surroundings

I was trying to use big words. it turned out ok.

If hip-hop died, before I wake
I'd put a classic album inside of my tape deck
Say what's up to Radio Raheem and blast it loudly
Hip-hop would be dead with those classic
It's reasonable to doubt the effect of jigga
Without NWA would I feel the same about a nigga killing a nigga
I had the wrong attitude about my life
But Donovan Jackson make me simply a nigga with an attitude
Fuck the word, it's strictly business here
I don't think about life any more, I just let the rhythm hit em
If hip-hop died, so would I

Something about hip-hop with not so subtle references to Nas, Do The Right Thing, Jay-Z, EPMD, Eric B & Rakim and others.

I was born on a day, ready to make hell
Say peace to moms, hope she feels well
On my way to make my impression, word to Mann's chinese
It may look hard, but I do it with ease

There was a day where I tried to write like Nas. I wrote one that was the QB Nas and one that was the more introspective Nas. This was the latter, the other one was garbage. Pardon the Weezyesque metaphor.

And... the last one

Stuck in transition
So I know this girl
But I don't know how much I like her
Maybe it would help if I knew what I wanted
Or maybe if I had a clue about what she wanted.
She's cool as hell, but not really my type.
Yet she's dope enough to inspire me to write.

About a girl. I'm almost in the same situation right now but I'm very much so fine with it.

It's Time For Me To Fly

You say I’m another stupid boy
But I’m not a jerk
I still left you hurt
And I put in the work
But it seems that we
Just can’t be
And believe me
It hurts for me too
You see, I have this problem
And it’s not you
It’s me
But sometimes I just feel
Like another person
makes all my life more real
and it puts me in the mood
to settle down
but it never seems to last
in situations past
I have come to realize
That I might not be
A relationship type of guy
And it pains me
To have led you on
Because you’re the bomb
And it’s just wrong
For me to twist young ladies hearts this way
However, on the contrary
To what you may have thought
I haven’t always been that guy
I once was blinded
By one who I thought
Was made of pure light
She was so sweet
We never had a fight
I used to tell her things like
I wish you would never go away
And I can’t wait to see you tomorrow
and what are you doing on Thursday?
Or you light up my life
And I hope you might one day be my wife
Because you’re so fly
You could surf the clouds on
Eagle feathers
But I guess all that sounded like
I liked her too much
Because she started to say things like
I don’t think we should hang out so much
Which turned into
I just want you to be free to do what you want
And eventually her light faded away
And once it had become night
My heart went to sleep
Which means I will always be awake
And forever on the run
Because with ladies I desire to have fun
And nothing more
And if you begin to bore
I will soar so high
And elevate myself
With much more enrichment
Than material wealth
Because the escape is what I need
Right now it’s what feeds
The hunger deep inside of me
The itch that’s caused by the flea
Of alone
Right now, all I want to do is bone
And so I have no time for a good girl
I have no intention of inviting you to my world
Unless your reservation is for one night
I put emotion in a box
And I keep it locked up
I always wear a raincoat
So you won’t get knocked up
Make sure your’re single
So I don’t get socked up
By next man
Cause we sexed And
I stay away from gangstas
So I don’t hear the gun blam
Im a schoolboy
You’re my new toy
And I plan to tell you everything
You want to hear
So I can play you like a puppet
And never let you get near
To the walls I keep up
There’s no happy ending to this story
Young lady, you’re beginning to bore me

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Take Your Pick Vol. 9th Wonder

Jean Grae - Struggles (Feat. Phonte)


Murs- The Animal (Feat. Phonte)

Appreciate the beats of 9th's wonderful drums, and pick.
I'll post my vote in the comments. Do the same.

Friday, June 22, 2007

I'm Tired

Three things:

1) I'm tired of the people I deal with on a daily basis. It's clear that most of them, except for my close family and friends, are just not the type of people I want to associate with.

2) I'm tired of my job. It's just tiring. Period.

3) I'm tired of LA. It's kind of fake, and everything about it is making me gag. All the women are so darn beautiful it's sick. All the men have so much darn money it's sick. No one is really interested in me, nor am I in them, so I am definitely less amused with LA by the minute.

A Tribute

I'm gonna go on about this girl. I don't want to sex her up, she isn't the wifey, she just happens to be cool. Also, I'm not writing this because of boredom, I really think she's cool.

1. She's amazingly smart. Not in that pompous way where she is always correcting someone. But in the way that she said, "I need to do some more reading," and I think she was serious

2. She's really nice. Not in that fake way. I genuinely think she would do almost anything for anyone, and that's cool.

3. She's (allegedly) a great cook. How could you not like that.

4. One time, she was drunk, and everyone was asleep, yet she decided to clean the kitchen. That's amazing. Natural cleaning instincts.

5. She's funny. Not in a Kathy Griffin way, but in a Jon Stewart or Bill Maher way. That's sexy.

6. She's wears heels. That's all that really needs to be said on that subject.

7. She likes basketball. Even though she finds a way to cheer against whatever team I like.

8. She's beautiful. That smile, those ... !

Friends Appreciation

I was doing some thinking, and I realized how I was lucky to have the friends I have.

Not that my friends are so cool, they don't buy me shoes, food, or anything like that. They are just as selfish as me.

Some of my friends listen to Lil Wayne, damn near all of them hate baseball, and I don't go to mad parties like them. Some of them are flakes, some of them are chronic bad decision makers.

Basically, they all have flaws, as everyone does.

The thing about them that I greatly appreciate is that are there when you need them. I know girls who have friends, and then they stop being friends with them because, "She dresses like me" or because, "She talks to this boy I said hi to once." I don't have a whole lot of close friends, but the ones who are my close friends will always be my close friends. They are smart enough to not do anything terribly stupid, and they always have my back. That's why I love them.

Cliffs version: I love my friends because they ride or die; not because we shop at the same shops and pull mad fine girls.

This Is Me Making A Post For No Reason ...

So since I already cleaned my room, I've been sitting here browsing through iTunes, and thinking about something I can write about.

I've already done the Weezy soapbox, and there isn't anything particularly newsworthy that I can steal from someone.

I was going to write about how I am not going to sleep on the 29th without an iPhone, but I'll save that for another time.

I have various things I can appreciate in a post, like The Boondocks on DVD, Jean Grae, payday (tomorrow), not being stressed by women and other various thing. Then there are the unappreciateds, like the barber shop closing, and me having to work at 10 tomorrow, and me having no clue what I really want for myself.

Sigh (I think I found something good to write about.)

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

A Couple Of Random Finds

In my closet ...

I was a Berenstein Bears FIEND.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007


... speechless

Yawn ...

I really hope that somebody thought, "OMG, Father's Day is coming up, let's make a video." That video is hard to watch, and probably took 10 minutes to make.
Lupe is nice though. Real nice.

*Goes To Buy Skateboard

That's PRod ... if you didn't know.
That's a 6 series ... if you didn't know.

Monday, June 18, 2007

The End of Spring Quarter

I'm convinced that God or one of the other higher ups wants me to cry this quarter. My mom got sick, and it really bothered me. She was in a lot of pain and when i talked to her on the phone she wasn't able to converse with me like she usually would. That happened a few weeks ago and she's feeling fine now, but i don't think it's good to try to upset me like that. This week is dead week for me, meaning the week before finals but for me this term has taken on a new meaning. On tuesday i found out that my grandfather passed away. Although he was in his late 70s and very ill, it was still a shock, mostly because i hadn't had him in my thoughts a lot recently. I'm busy and i didn't really have that great of a relationship with him, so it hasn't effected me as far as i can see, although it is still very sad. Yesterday, i got a call saying that my great uncle passed away this week also. He wasn't ill, so this news was even more unexpected. I can't go home until wednesday, and my family is in mourning. I have homework that's due in about an hour and a half, as well as two finals to study for and a paper to write. That's how i'm spending my weekend. My mind is racing and it's not helping any of my work get done. I want to go home and be with my family and friends, so we'll see if anyone who wants to see me cry will get their way.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Father's Day ... In Pictures

Approx 1:00 AM
Kasey playing Grand Tourismo 3 in my batting gloves

Some girl browsing my room

Approx 12:00 pm - Dodger Stadium
Pictures by the All-Star Game Trolley

Approx 12:30 pm

Dodger Dog, Louisiana Sausage


Chocolate Malt

Approx 1:00 PM
during the game

Raffy makes an out

my boy J.Lo crashed into the wall ... he'll be ok

Approx 4:00 pm
on the field after the game

Saturday, June 16, 2007

What Father's Day Means To Me ...

First off, Happy Father's Day ...

My dad is my best friend. Hands down. We are so similar that it is just hilarious.

We're both way too obsessed with buying clothes. We both find deals like it's a job. We both are ridiculously stubborn. We both have good taste in women. We both work extremely hard.

I can still remember being younger, in the car on a ride to Riverside to visit my grandparents when my dad told me the importance of not being him, but to be better than him. He got divorced, twice. He smokes way too many cigarettes. He didn't go to college out of high school because he decided buying a car was more important. He made the impression on me that he was no better than me, and that I should make my own way, be something I could be proud of.

So now, when he left my dorm room last August, and started crying, he just kept telling me how proud he was of me. I'm usually the type of person who doesn't doesn't care about acceptance, and my dad is the type of person who doesn't just shell out compliments. That combination has worked because I'm already pretty arrogant on the inside. But that day, when I could look back and draw on all of the things he taught me, I realized I wouldn't be half the man I am without my dad.

So while I could go on and on about the one-on-one battles at the park, to the hundreds of Saturday afternoons on the golf course, to trips to the outlets to buy mad polo stuff. All of those memories are with me, and with him. But it's the things he's taught me, and the things I've learned from his mistakes that will be the most important to me, because I will be able to impart them on my children, and make them the best little MacFarlane's that they can be.

Friday, June 15, 2007

I Need An Excuse ...

To post this picture

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Our Education System

It's finals week. I'm sitting in my room trying to write a ten page paper that's due tomorrow, and it's really stressing me out. The material is interesting, but I wish I could just go into class and talk about it. That's why the professor is really there in my opinion, to facilitate discussion.

On the contrary, it seems like all they do is facilitate "work". It's very difficult for me to learn anything when I know nothing about the subject and have to teach myself. That's not to say that I don't very much enjoy most of my professors, it just gets to a point where I'm not as excited about the material as they are. This means that during finals week, most students are trying their hardest to go grey and bald.

I just heard a young lady in my hallway screaming "fuck finance, I hate it!" and it made me wonder. Does anyone really "hate" the subjects they're studying, or do they in fact hate the amount of effort it takes to get the information they need?

My generation is obsessed with the internet, which means they are very much focused on instant gratification. Having everything at one's fingertips can spoil people, as well as influence them to become jaded and stubborn. However, this phenomenon has another side, and it's even uglier.

The obsession with grades is destroying our youth. If you don't get good grades in high school, you will never get into a "good" college. If you don't make it to a good college, you will never be able to get a good career. Regardless of whether you make it into that good college or not, you still have to make good grades to be considered for the best internships and subsequently, career offers.

These are the things I don't understand. If suicide is what it takes to become successful, then I don't know if I want that type of success. I enjoy learning for the sake of learning, and that's why I came here. It's becoming a situation where that might not be an option... in most of my classes.

When I Get Stressed Out, It's My Sanity

So, I've realized that a person always needs to have some thing that they can go to when times are rough. Something more clutch than Tiger on the back 9 on Sunday, more clutch than Jordan in the Finals, more clutch than Roscoe's then a nap.

Playing golf with my Dad- He understands me more than anyone and he can give me advice to keep me moving. Most of the time I know what's coming, but I just need to hear it.

A Love Supreme- John Coltrane, my favorite jazz musician, at his finest. The music gives me the ultimate calm, no matter what I'm doing.

Hip-Hop- There are only a handful of albums that I can listen to without skipping more than once, but when I get around to playing one, I feel at peace for about an hour.

Basketball- When I'm playing ball everything I know goes out the window. I just play, less thinking, more reacting. Which is exactly what I need.

Dodgers Baseball- I can be doing anything, but the Dodgers steal my attention no matter what. I've said it many times, but there is nothing better than a day at the ballpark. But sitting in my room listening to Vin Scully is almost as good.

Find your escape, you'll go insane without one.

It's Just My Thoughts

My mom has cancer and I don't do enough to help her.
I keep realizing why I like the only girl that I've ever liked.
I should have transferred to USC to be with both of them, but I feel called to make my own path.
My dad is my best friend, so I don't tell him the things I need to tell him because I think he will get mad at me.
I don't let people know me, because I feel like I can't be understood.
I am extremely well-rounded, but I want to be more well-rounded.
On that note, I'm never satisfied with myself.
I hate my job, after 4 days.
I really need that Gucci belt.
I really want another credit card but my parents wouldn't like it.
I really shouldn't care because they don't pay for anything anyways.
When I finish college I'm going to be in some serious debt because of student loan.
I don't really fear that moment because I know I'll be ok.

There you go. You have my thoughts of the past few moments.
Most of them are trivial, some are more serious.

Since I don't really have time to think about them anymore, then I'll just make my way to the next day and keep it moving.


Monday, June 11, 2007

Never Let Me Down

So, I Was Having Trouble Winding Down

My mind was on so many things, and my brain was going in circles. At the time, I was listening to The Game, Kanye West, and Jay-Z. Then, as I scrolled up from "The Black Album," I ran into this ...

Sade- Smooth Operator

Slowly fading to sleep ...

Sunday, June 10, 2007

NBA Finals

Since I'm a huge Clippers fan, I'll have to settle for watching other teams in the Finals. However, I'm a big LeBron James fan, because he wears Nike, and I like Nike. It's more complicated than that, because I love the fact that a superstar can dominate the game with his passing ability, and not his scoring ability. Oh, that and he has a tendency to just straight up yack on folks.

So I'm going to put on my Witness shirt, and hope the Cavs win. If they don't win, I won't really care, because I'm a Clippers fan.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Paris H

My thoughts on the sentencing of some rich broad...

Ok, since I'm not up on the socialite scene, I know Paris from her occasionally funny show "The Simple Life." She also did a sex tape, which I saw, then deleted immediately, and she also gets made fun of all the time.

So, to make a long story short, she drove drunk twice, got caught twice, then got caught speeding without her headlights on. Since she was on probation, she was sentenced to 45 days. After a couple of days, she was sent home, with an electronic monitor. She was sent home due to a medical condition, which was reported as her claiming that she was going to have a nervous breakdown.

Celebs will get this kind of treatment, that's a given.

However, this fiasco gives me a response when some uneducated person tells me that hip-hop is ruining the youth.

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Be Afraid...

... Be very afraid.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Love Is?

So I had a few conversations last night, and so I went away from them without a real way to quantify or define love.

I think I have a good idea of who I love. I love my family, and my friends. I'd say that love comes from the idea that I'd do almost anything for those people. Then I think about the people that I tell I love. I've said "I love you" to my grandparents, my mom, my dad, and some chick.

So my problem is trying to find out what love is. At this point, I want to give up. I mean, I know when I love, and when I don't, yet something about the word and the feeling that it evokes makes me want to find out more about it.

Sunday, June 3, 2007


Sometimes you just have it, sometimes you don't. Damn sure can't manufacture it.

So I have a job now

I work at Champs Sports. Aren't I cool.