Commodore Chompskee

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Success is the Sweetest Revenge

nothing like proving haters wrong

 

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SOJA – You And Me

in a nutshell

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Eulogy of Our Youth

You know, it’s not uncommon to hear or feel that life just keeps getting progressively harder and harder with each coming year. I used to think this was true too. But it’s not so much that life gets harder, rather than it is simply just us losing our innocence. We are exposed to more things with every coming day and thus grow and mature.

The negative connotation that comes with growing older can come from life getting more difficult as more responsibilities and burdens are laid on you. However, I think it simply comes with the loss of our child-like innocence. The questions we once anxiously asked in our insatiable curiosity have simply lost their allure. When we once sought the mysteries of the world, we now have learned all the answers, and disappointingly, none of which had met the sophistication of our bright and avant-garde imagination.

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My Downfall

suicidal thoughts, self-destructive fantasies

fack off

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Random Thoughts #2 – Definition of Beauty

The idea of beauty has always been an ambiguous subject yet so innately and thoroughly understood. It is almost as if everyone understands what beauty is but cannot describe it in any single word, phrase, or definition. There are too many words or too little words or not the right words to properly owe the term justice. Even all of us who lack the proper terminology to fully describe this far-fetched notion can recognize and appreciate beauty when we see it, what ever it looks like. Nevertheless, the enigmatic question remains and still stands uncontested: What exactly is beauty?

The thought of beauty to many immediately conjures thoughts of voluptuous curves, big hair, and golden tans. But this is not what I’m talking about. True beauty isn’t hidden under layers of dyed, fried hair or coats of tanning oil. Beauty isn’t subject to eyeliner and foundation. You can save the make-up for those who need to make-up for something else later.

No, I’m talking about a beauty that is timeless, organic, and unconditionally pure. Now we are seeing that beauty isn’t something you can just flip on a TV and see on MTV or open to find in a Vogue magazine. It is much more subtle than that, which is exactly why such a thing is so rare and cannot be imitated with a Clinique powder brush.

A popular saying goes, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” I only partially subscribe to this idea. This phrase admits to beauty as being subjective and only acknowledged by a select taste.I do believe there is a certain beauty that can only be discerned by a couple. But this is hardly what I am getting at.

I find true beauty is an unquestionable and unanimous thought. It is one that all recognize to be so pure and iridescent that it seems almost unreal. It is one that cannot be tampered with, polluted, or even dare lusted after. True beauty is what transcends our worldly thoughts and that is exactly the reason why we are at a loss for words. Beauty cannot be defined into a collection of words no matter how elegant. I believe it can only be witnessed and felt when we are speechless and in awe of it. Though proper vocabulary eludes us, true beauty never does.

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Random Thought

We scrutinize and reject any notions of adultery and infidelity in society, despite their great increase in today’s relationships. Divorce rates are up, and that is sadly nothing new. And it seems like there is more and more promiscuous activity in dating. Not only is it more prevalent, but it is equally becoming more accepted. Since when did infidelity become tolerable?

I always find myself playing the devil’s advocate in many matters. But in this particular case I am not taking sides. I just ask the questions that challenge your own morals because sometimes the line between listening to your heart and listening to your head is paper thin.

If you knew the person you’re involved with is not as good as someone else, what would you do? Would you leave for the greener grass or stay at first and hope for the best? If you knew there was another person that could make you happier, what would you do? On the other hand, what would you do if the person you love/like was with someone else? What if you both knew you two would be happier together?

The very roots of infidelity sprout from innocent curiosity and is nurtured by the rays of unspoken dreams and lovestruck emotions. Equally vital yet unseen is the lust, jealousy, and heartache that sustain it. On the surface we find beauty only to realize such radiance stems from our own deep-seeded selfish desires.

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To Live And Die In LA

As most sports fans already know, recently there was a brutal beating that had taken place at Dodger Stadium involving two Dodger fans and a Giants fan. This unfortunate encounter that escalated to a far more unfortunate altercation has left the Giants fan, Bryan Stow in a coma with permanent brain damage.

Although this was a disastrous turn of events, it has confirmed the city of Los Angeles’ stigmatic stereotype of being littered with violent and gang-related crime. In order to understand “fanhood” in Los Angeles, you have to first understand the business of living in Los Angeles. The people of LA are not necessarily the wealthiest or the classiest of the group. And it is these same people who call themselves Dodger fans and Laker fans. If you want to be a comfortable pretentious sports fan, you can take your Range Rover down the I-5 with your rally monkey and root for the Anaheim Angels. Here in Los Angeles, people live and die for their team and bleed Dodger Blue. Let’s just say we Angelinos are passionate–sometimes too passionate.

If you can recall the infamous Los Angeles riots such as the one following the Rodney King beating in the early 90’s and one following the Los Angeles Lakers’ first championship in 2000, it is ironic how two completely separate circumstances surrounding two completely separate issues had sparked such similar and violent results. Violence seems not just to be a recurring issue in the city, but something ingrained in our diverse and eccentric culture.

Now, I am neither a Laker nor a Dodger fan, but I do love this city and am proud to call this city my home. I am also not promoting violence or the beating of the Giants fan. I just want people to understand Los Angeles culture. Although we live in the city of Angels, we are hardly angelic. Maybe we deserve the stigma. Maybe we deserve the publicity. All I am trying to say is, “Don’t Fuck With LA.”

Increased Security at Dodger Stadium for Scared Giants Fans

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