Hello.

I'm Augusto.

Can't help but write.

It's one of many things I guess I have the ability to do.

*smiles*

I'm incapable of writing if I don't have music.

Nor inspiration.

Sometimes you gotta draw it out of yourself.

Trying to keep from writer's block.

*lights a cigarette*

Let's see...

It's been a few years back I met Mr. Vincent.

*pouts*

Sadly, things happened in my life and I went M.I.A.

You begin to realize in life that you start to know what people in this world.

This life.

Are real.

Are fake.

I could write...

*thinks*

Or type.

*shrugs*

On and on about stuff.

Like how Vincent is one of those people you can gain alot of knowledge and information from.

*raises eyebrow and smirks*

He's cool.

Not on my shit list haha.

*is listening to 8-bit type music*

I'm boring.

Maybe I'm not.

I dunno.

I'm an asshole, really.

*flicks cigarette*

I go through phases.

I want to know more things about me.

I guess through understanding me.

I can begin to understand people or whatever.

*eyebrow raise...looks off*

I'm simple.

Maybe I'm not.

I don't know.

I mean, I love myself.

My phase now?

*thinks*

I don't think I'm capable to love anyone else but me.

I like that.

I blab and blab on.

*rolls eyes about self*

I should stop here.

I'm sure there's better things I can post here.

*holds hands out as if holding a big plate*

Here's my first dab on the cork board.

I'll be sure to write more.

When it comes to me.

Or I'll post up the blogs I already wrote from now and before.

Or just read it.

myspace.com/4u9u5to

Yeah...

*looks around*

Goodnight.

Vincent's August Rush.

I just finished watching August Rush. I told Kevin my word for today is beautiful. I want to meet beautiful people--that's an internal/external sort of deal. I'd want to meet Lyla, Louis (especially Louis, haha), and Evan. ~When Louis and Evan played guitar in the park, I cried.~ It was beautiful. They are beautiful, good people in this movie. I gave it an 87.5%, which puts it in my top spot. The theme I felt most was the way that music evolves from our heart, our love, our inspiration. I loved Evan's first monologue, which included, "I like to imagine what I hear came from my mother and father. Maybe the notes I hear, are the same notes they heard, the night they met. Maybe that's how they found each other. Maybe that's how they'll find me." It brought me back to a poem I wrote only a few weeks ago. I don't have as much inspiration or depth to write like this anymore, which saddens me. I am already losing the limitless power I can only grasp at certain moments in my life.
The Breeze Against My Cheek
The breeze against my cheek
will not blow again,
the same way;
different places, different times.
One day, I won't feel the breeze any longer.
I will miss them.
This is my personal, private moment.
I want to share it.
Would I if I could,
could I if I wanted,
to share this experience with another?

Palm fronds billow, their fingers
playing silent harps to the wind.
Can the breeze hear even the softest
leaves as they make their music?
Should the wind care, carrying the
music along with it?
Can the wind carry our thoughts and
feelings taking it to others?
Can you share with me a breath,
if we both share this breeze?

My hair sways as the trees
bend in the wind,
am I with them, a part of them?
Even if I don't think about it,
or see it as togetherness,
do we exist with everything
beyond our limited imagination?
What are we that we do not know?
How much do we all share together,
without knowing?

The breeze strokes my cheek,
the world is sighing.
These are my personal,
private moments.
Can I share them with you?
I want to.

A part of this 'Age' or any Age is defined by the ways I am altered, the ways I have evolved. This blog is a part of such an evolution. I want my friends to know they matter to me. My renewed interest in finally getting my creations out in the world--that is an evolution. I want to have my art out there, but not for money, not for fame, but because I want... I want to find someone that can think and understand me and love me. I want to be a bright shining light so I may find that person, so that person may find me.
I told Kevin, he was making me miss David (Edwards), because we used to sit watching movies until we fell asleep. I don't have a friend like that, I was actually hoping my newest friend may be like that, but that's an adamant "I don't do that!" Disappointments. Friendships without limitations versus friendships with imposed limits. I am a limitless friend to my friends, I don't know if they realize that.
I miss the company of friends. I miss the company of my friends. I miss Jennifer (Tang) who would take me out to eat breakfast, then to Kailua Beach or Waimea Bay. I miss Aron (Espinueva) when we'd drive around aimlessly. I miss Darren (Cunneen) telling him how much more fulfilling time is when it is spent with a friend you care about. I miss Kenny (Dunn), sitting, sitting, and how time moved differently when we sat.
I told Kevin tonight, I only make good friends with one person in every friend-circle. Why? Because I can know their friends, I can see how that person's friends influence them, and thus influences me through that way. I have few friends, but by extension, I am touched by many, many more. Perhaps I am touched by the world.

Vincent

winter blues

hi everyone!

i am richee. vinces friend since forever and ever. we met adam and eve, thats how long.
nice to meet you all. i dont like writing about myself , so if youd like to know me better
holler at my myspace. www.myspace.com/_richee . nice to meet you all!
oh, and i HATE capital letters.

i assume you all know vincent well. hes talented, kind, caring, and all the mooshy stuff.
so i will not write about him either. haha! instead i will write about .... being sick.

yes, its that time again. all the germs and cooties are getting stronger and bring us all
down like a falling tree in a silent forest. bam! my hot water boiler for my tea is working
overtime. poor machine. annnnnyyyywayyyss, being sick and alone is sad. im writing this
from work (yes, i am sick at work -____- ;;; ) because us poor people cant afford to take
a day off. i just want to cuddle up at home and stare at my super cute red xmas tree i
got for xmas. i know its a bit early but i already set it up. i love xmas. come feed my
lonely tree! i think ill take a picture when i get home and post it up so you all could
be jealous ^_____~ haha. oh! you didnt catch that huh, im ranting. back to the topic...
you guys should make sure you have plenty vitamin c and multivitamins to fight
back. yes! kick them in the ass penis and vaginas (do they even have sex?)

(cough)


X________x ;;;

As One of Vincents Friend, I Guess I will Contribute As Well

I guess I won't say my name, since I like the idea of being anonymous instead. Since I can post about anything that's going on in my life or whatever I'm doing, I'll just type about my trip. I've just recently gotten back from my trip in Boston. It was really fun, course this was not my first time but this time (2nd time) was a bit different. We (4 friends and I) drove there; that was fun. Surprisingly, the drive went smoothly, as in, we didn't get lost or whatsoever.
Why this time I thought was different was because I was more aware with the whole sight seeing ordeal, and got to inhale the different architecture and 'styles' that were in Boston; last times trip to Boston was just to party. Can I post pictures on here? oh well, I'll post them anyways. I took some pictures with my friends cam and I guess I want to share them while I'm at it. (Ok I'm too lazy to position the photos nicely)
But you can get a good feel for what I was seeing and looking at. A lot of their Architecture reminds me of Europe, which I love, oppose to NYC - you only get a European feeling particularly on 1 or 2 streets. It's also a mixture of the new and old, just like a lot of big cities these days I guess, although that big blue phallic building is a bit of an obnoxious addition to the rest of what Boston had I think. Too bad I didn't have an official tour guide to get the names of each building, but I guess I can find out myself if I have time. Umm...............lets see what else. I'll just give the other highlights of my trip. I went shopping on Newbury street, which was extremely pretty. I like the whole boutique set ups. The other time I was in Boston, I went to Mulberry street instead, which I think isn't up to par to Newbury IMO. For some odd reason (I haven't noticed before), Boston stores such as Urban Outfitters, or Marc by Marc Jacobs, and so forth tend to have much more stuff, less chaotic, and their sales rack have all sizes, which my friends loved. I loved it too. hehe
My other good trip highlight was the Blue Man Group.



It's a bit hard to explain, (for those that have seen it should know) but basically it's a three men, painted in blue - their faces and hands, wearing black, their facial expression never changes, but still you'd understand the comedy, satire, and comfortably enjoy their musical performances. It's like a mix of abstract art performances with comedy. I've heard of them before but haven't paid much attention until a friend suggested we should go see. Thing is, I didn't know they had a habit of choosing random audience to partake in their show.
Yippee me, I was one of the two that got chosen and my friends kept verbally pushing me to go, so I did. I went up stage and it felt really strange, kind of scary, kind of exciting, kind of WTF (I'm on stage with three men painted in blue, staring at me in a scary fashion, and they don't speak!) So I didn't know what to do at first but with my common sense, whatever they kept doing for a long time, I just copy, and notice they'd move onto a new act. The most I got was little cues where one of the man tapped me on my lap when I guess I wasn't doing what I was suppose to. The act was simply sitting at the dinning table, eating a twinkie. I don't feel like going into more detail since it's WAY too much to type for one to understand. The only disappointing thing was the show restricted cameras and stuff so my friend couldn't record for me to see how stupid I looked on stage. At the end of the show, a little video clip of me even showed up in the credits LOL and I was like WTF THAT'S ME! (covers face in embarassment) And at the corner of my eye there was this little girl (7 - 8 ish) who just gave me a smile since I realize she watched me walk back to my seat and remembered where I had sat. For some reason it made me feel good, and felt partially the satisfying feeling that these performance artists would probably get that would eventually propell them to do and enjoy what they do when they get someone, especially a little kid giving them such attention.
But yeah, that was an exciting experience no lie. I didn't expect it to happen which was the better part.
I guess I'll end it here, since the rest of my trip was pretty usual, and thanksgiving went like how it should be.

There, my small contribution.

Lucem's Friend: Chris Lau

Hello my name is Chris Lau and I am LF. I am from Hawaii and first met Vincent when i started working at the Gap. I remember I took him out for ramen at my favorite ramen place in Kaimuki. I believe that to be our first time hanging out together, and although I have moved to Oregon to "continue my education", I still very much enjoy chatting with Vincent online and reading his movie reviews. I am very thankful to have Vincent as a friend because I know that I can come to him about anything and that he will give me honest and true advice.

Thats all for now. I hope to get to know all of you in the future.

Hello and Goodbye for now,
-chris

The first step.

After a long and irritating process, I can finally start this blog. I wanted to start this page so my friends have a place to put down their stories, thoughts, ideas, or concerns. A place we share, where we can keep up-to-date, and keep in contact. I encourage my friends to use this site, just so we know you are doing good. This also helps my friends to get to know each other, too.

Okay, that's all.

Vincent