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About Me

I'm a short, eligible non-citizen, minimum wage working stock/maintenance, manager bitching, poetry writing, video game playing, yellow chair balancing, basketball exercising, wannabe disc jockey, A Tribe Called Quest loving, Nirvana listening, guitar beginning, normal 7 year plan undergrad student, pissed off that we have to pay for public education but isn't going to do anything about it thinking, looking at MySpace 100 times a day, quiet at first, loud the next, Mom loving, loving Uncle of 12, not the stereotypical fraternity guy, Filipino man that's just trying to get through the world like everyone else.

My Interests

Common Ground (Get It Goin' On) - A Tribe Called Quest. Listen to the beat, listen to the lyrics because the combo in one song is RARE in mainstream rap/hip hop... ....>
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I'd like to meet:

I want to meet Juno, from the movie Juno. Yes, that's the movie about the pregnant chick. Recently found out she was in X-Men: Last Stand. Randy Newman both real life guy and character from Family Guy. Kurt Cobain's ghost playing the guitar and smoking a cig. As Jack Black would put it "give me some face melters" or somewhere along the lines.

Music:

Music, just like with many people, is a big part of my life. Music has taken a big part in shaping who I am today. I listen to a lot of Old School rap, you know, the days when deathrow ruled the earth. Other then rap, I had recently fallen deep in love with Nirvana's music, inspiring me to be more open to rock and roll. As I said music is a big part of life and if you don't like it, well all i have to say to you is good luck because that's just another burden in life you'll have to hate.

Movies:

wat ever looks good

Television:

Anything that has to deal with music.

Books:

The Rose That Grew from Concrete By: Tupac Shakur, The Dead Emcee Scrolls By: Saul Williams

Heroes:

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Posted by Blake on Wed, 17 Sep 2008 09:18:00 PST

What I Need To Say...

If you were asked,If you were able to feel pain If you were able to feel happiness What would you say? Or would you refrain And dismiss all the things they'd say? Or would you simply pick an em...
Posted by Blake on Sat, 06 Sep 2008 10:18:00 PST

Guitar...

This guitar...What can i say about it?What can you say about it?That it's a musical instrument?Or should i say something a little deeper?Like: This guitar is an instrument to set your soul runni...
Posted by Blake on Sun, 31 Aug 2008 09:06:00 PST

Courtesy...

Courtesy&Why can't you tell me? Better yet.Why can't I tell you?At least send you a note or telegramThrough the air wavesSo we could both rave about the timesWhere we thought we were happy&I can...
Posted by Blake on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 02:07:00 PST

I Stop to Listen...

I stop to listen,Get advice,Learnbut there isn't one sound.Not even a hum.I stop to listen to this world,what it could give me,what i could return...but there isn't one soundnot even a babies cry.I st...
Posted by Blake on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 08:04:00 PST

Flawless...

What is it that makes one flawless?Is it THE most beautiful woman on earth?Or is it a homeless man that has nothing to lose?I mean it's not rightNot right for any man or womanto say who a person dates...
Posted by Blake on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 02:15:00 PST

Under This Influence...

Under this influenceWhere my eyes begin to glazeAnd lids begin to shutI stand and wobble at the thought of loveTo be quite specific, true loveLove that's so true that you just can't help&Help but fall...
Posted by Blake on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 08:31:00 PST

Am I...

Am I?Am I? Am I constantly thinking of this again? Running this thought of falling in love again? Not just running this thought but running away from what I fear? Fearing what I love but can't exp...
Posted by Blake on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 07:11:00 PST

I Can't Remember...

I Can't Remember by: Blake Patawaran I can't remember the first time I kissed my mother and told her I loved her. I can't remember the first tears I cried because my past is filled to the rim w...
Posted by Blake on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 05:47:00 PST

Influence and the Question of Love...

Tell me why i can't just walk in front of a car and not get hurt? Tell me why people around the world are dieing and people still go about their business? Shit even i do.Tell me why every ...
Posted by Blake on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 05:52:00 PST