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Wednesday, 03 February 2010

  • exposure

    whatever happened to my flow?
    my rhymes so sick that you got a cold.
    heard the hook and then you were sold
    on this talent of endless gold.
    I’m unique, i fit in no mold;
    make my own money, roll my own dough;
    collect two-hundred without passing go.
    i own monopoly and the bank even knows.
    But my faith just goes to show,
    that i’m destined to preach to the droves.
    Make no mistake it’s not what i chose,
    but it’s my life and to the challenge I rose.

Monday, 14 September 2009

  • Good bye. So long. Not now maybe, but in just a few.

    This is it. I can sense the end coming already. I can see the beginning of something unknown looming over the horizon. I can count the limited days i have left on one hand. I can feel the reluctance building up as i prepare for what shall be my hardest academic venture yet. I grieve over the countless lost friendships; those people who have abandoned me, and who i will undoubtedly start to let go of. I long for past memories, wishing to relive what i took for granted all these years. I remember the trials and the times, the downs and the ups, the bad and the good. I suffer the distance between myself and my brother, myself and my parents, myself and my girlfriend. I cry, for I have left my home; and as they say, home is where the heart is.

    This is it, San Jose. This has been my life with you. And though i can’t say with certainty that my future doesn’t hold some place for you, I can say that this particular part of my life with you is no more. For in but one week, i begin a new life.

    Hello, Santa Barbara. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Though you are my city, your little brother Isla Vista shall be my home away from home. I hear that you’re beautiful, and that calms me. I hear that you’re different, and that scares me.

    Farewell, little Michael. It’s time to grow up. This is it, Santa Barbara. Make me who i’m supposed to become. Make me who Michael Phan needs to be.

Monday, 24 August 2009

Saturday, 25 July 2009

  • My schedule

    I’m living off campus (about a 10 minute bike ride to reach campus) for freshman year. I don’t want to stay in my dorm all the time. *Sigh…..I need to find an excuse to go on campus earlier on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Friday, 24 July 2009

  • Friend Tally

    http://michaelphan.tumblr.com/

    I’ve been wondering what’s so different between a person with lots of friends and a person with little friends. I’m not talking about two complete opposites like a celebrity and a social outcast, i’m talking about two people who seem similar, two people who could be described as normal, like me and you. So if that’s the case, why do they have such a different friend tally?

    Obviously it has something to do with the person themself, so is there some sort of special, magic quality that every single well-known person has? Is there one kind of personality that is generally attractive to the human race? I’ve taken a hard look at my friends and i’ve come to the conclusion that every single one of them is flawed, but what flaw is the most damaging in a social context? What in a person makes them so likable or unlikable?

    I guess i’m asking myself this because i’m wondering why i can’t seem to have a firm idea of what my friends think of me. I’m not the biggest loser around, but i’m not exactly the most popular guy either. I understand that i can get annoying sometimes, but i feel like that hyperactive side of me is what makes me so endearing to others.

    It’s not like i go around blasting every person i see for being too ugly or too stupid right in their face, so why is it that i’m not getting the kind of relationships i want? Could it be that i’m just a boring person? Knowing my unique-self, probably not. But then why is it so hard for me to draw a person in when people i see as my peers can seemingly pull in friends with as much ease as taking a single breath.

    I see the way that a few of my friends have acquaintances hanging on their every word. What makes me so different from them? I’m thinking i’m lacking the confidence, the humor, maybe the aura of a friendly person. But it’s not like i’m shy, dull and unspoken. I’m average, right?

    So is that it then? Average people don’t become popular? I guess you have to excel at something that’s really admired by other people in order to have a big friend tallly. You can guess who wants to change himself now that the secret’s out.

    In the meantime though, i’m still just an average guy whose always wanting a little bit more.

    God bless!

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  • Hi. I'm Michael, and I like to mix philosophical and religious discussion with nonsensical banter. :D :] I believe in God and I respect those who don't as long as they respect me. I graduated 5/2/09 as a senior from Bellarmine College Prep and I will be attending UCSB in the fall as a psych major C/O '13.

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