http://devilsyndicate.xanga.com/695396878/who-is-your-audience/

I really liked this post, in that it's so funny because I'm almost EXACTLY the same way. Granted, I don't use AIM as much as I did before college, but I too, all too often, posted song lyrics in my buddyinfo, myspace, facebook, even this blogger account.

"In middle school, I used to claim that the lyrics I put up on my buddy profile were lines that I found to be incredibly poetic, or that they described my feelings."

Haha. I did. But I hate to think that I had been supporting a middle school-esque habit. But I love music. Sometimes I get too obsessed with it, I like reading over, analyzing lyrics, and I LOVE listening to songs that I can almost 100% relate to.
Because I know I'm not as creative, nor as talented as some of these songwriters as expressing my feelings, "since someone else wrote it best, steal it from them."

The thing is, unlike Mish, I tried to never just post up whatever lyric I saw, but it had to meet certain "criteria". Haha. that sounds so pretentious and BS. but to clarify the context, most of the time I'd post lyrics is when I was emo or stupid. But I couldn't have lyrics that were too clear, or too depressing or too anything-but-ambiguous. Because then I would feel like I'm just crying out for attention and being overtly emo or something. A lot of people know, I like to keep a lot of things to myself.
It was almost like I was making a puzzle. Unless you knew some obscure lyric, of some obscure song, you wouldn't know if I was happy, sad, regretful, whatever. And even then, if you somehow managed to know the song, there was always the chance you would interpret it differently than I would.
Even to this blog, the song that I choose, I always choose very carefully. I think there are less than a handful of times I just put up a song because "I liked how it sounded" (although you could probably tell which ones those were, lil wayne anyone?)
So in case you're one of those people who doesn't actually pay attention to those songs playing on people's profiles/blogs. Maybe you should. haha. hint?

And to the question, "Who is your audience?". It was very selective, but at the same time, not at all.

It was simply anyone else who could understand.







wow, that sounds so lame.

it's 4am.
goodnight.

Yeah, I didn't really get it at first. It seemed like facebook status updates...only without the facebook. But a lot of people I know have gotten on it, and so I'm giving it a shot.

If/when you guys get a twitter, follow me!

hahaha. I won't twit bowel movements. Although I was debating it.

https://twitter.com/TheErikHo

I've had mixed feelings about this addicting, stalkerish informative, time-wasting, social networking website before, but I think I can put it all aside for this. I love you Facebook. Thank You. Ya done good this time.

What am I talking about?

I just found a long, long, long , looooong lost friend from my childhood. Nay. Not just that, I'm not afraid to say that he was my FIRST best friend. Ever. From First Grade. Mrs. Gravel's class. Highland Goffs Falls Elementary School. Word to your mother.

I lost contact with him when I moved, because I kept all my friends phone numbers in this mini phonebook sort of thing, and I lost it in the move to the west coast. Way back before cell phones, remember that? How did we keep track of numbers? haha.

I've searched for him for so long, it's not even funny. Myspace, Classmates.com, Facebook etc. Finally, he showed up when I randomly put his name into search one day.

Wow. Good stuff.

Orange Walls and Blue Lockers...
Someone should write a song with that title.

I think a big part of growing up is seeing which friends last.
In school, you see so many people on a daily basis by default, sometimes you take them for granted.
But once you're removed from that,
you really start to notice who makes an effort for you,
and who you make an effort for.
Sorta sad... but everyone's got their own thing to do.
It's all good though, can't have everyone in your life forever.(Though I wish I could for some people.)
Thanks so much to all of my friends.
We had a blast, and I'm sorry if I don't keep in touch that well, it was something I was never good at.
The sucky thing about life is, it puts people on different paths.
I'll miss you all so much though.

I really hope you all keep in touch. Seriously. Even those of you I haven't talked
to or hung out with much. I agree the whole "Facebook Friends" ideology is kind of stupid. But chances are, if I added you,and we don't hang out, I probably
think you're cool or something and would like to get to know you better.
Or, you added me, and I didn't want to be mean and deny.
Either way, it's all good.

See you later Class of 2008. It's been a blast. Really.

I wonder how the 10 year, 20 year, hell maybe even 40 year reunion is going to be.



P.S.Hey Underclassmen! Enjoy the time you have left, as much as it sucks at the time, it'll go by way too damn quick.





"Heres the day you hoped would never come
Don’t feed me violins, just run -
With me through rows of speeding cars
The paper cuts, the cheating lovers
The coffee’s never strong enough
I know you think it’s more than just bad luck

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up..."

Imported from Facebook; Friday, June 13, 2008 at 1:08am


"Hold on before its too late
We'll run 'til we leave this behind
Don't fall just be who you are
It's all that we need in our lives

So Live like you mean it
Love 'til you feel it
It's all that we need in our lives
So stand on the edge with me
Hold back your fear and see
Nothing is real 'til it's gone..."

Imported from Facebook Notes; Friday, April 11, 2008 at 4:13am


I was going to write an elaborate blog, but someone's said it better already, so I'll just quote/steal theirs.


"I have a bad habit. A dangerously disastrous habit. In fact, this very blog entry is a direct outcome of that habit. What could it possibly be? I take naps . . . at night.

It's 4:30am.

For those that know me, you know my sleeping schedule is far from normal. Regular, yes...but definitely not normal. I'd say 4am is the average sleeptime for me. But lately, It's been pushed back even more because of my unexpected naps. You see, I sit and work here at my desk when I suddenly experience a wave of...tired-ness....? (Warning: my limited vocabulary may also be a result of unconventional sleep cycles). So I climb onto my bed and convince myself it'll just be a short nap. Yea just a quick nap at 3am. Stupid Erik. It's dangerous because most of the time, that's the end of the day for me. I'll be out till morning. Which, I guess, is my body telling me, "no more please." But I don't like that. My body can't tell me what to do. It's over when I say it's over! Also I hate the feeling of waking up after crashing the night before. If I don't crash then I'll wake up an hour or two later at some odd hour of the morning. I'll shower and that'll further drive me awake. It doesn't help that I get a lot of my ideas when I shower too, so when I come out, I'm super awake and ready to work. I'm pretty sure this whole routine is very unhealthy but sometimes it's worth it. Why?

I think I'm more proud of the work I produce at these early hours of the morning. (I really hope it's not just delirium). Let's say I'm writing something. At 5am, I'll finally get that one line that I've been struggling with...and that makes it all worth it. It's like staying up to find that one puzzle piece you've been looking for. You've been searching for it all night, everywhere. And then you look under your butt and you find it. The puzzle isn't finished, but you're one step closer. It's not productive at all but it is satisfying. A nice warm feeling, like the "still warm from your butt heat" puzzle piece that you just put in place. That's how it feels. Okay I'm tired now. Time for another nap."

import from facebook notes; Friday, October 5, 2007 at 3:45am

The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I'm sitting here on facebook and myspace at 3:30 in the morning. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day only a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our Dreams will come back to us.

And no, I don't have all the answers, or any at all. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: The solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of some day easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up a little.

What is It then?