Ice skating with my loves

The moment the skates touched the ice was a precarious feeling. Something wasn't right as it didn't feel natural. "I'm already here and there's no backing out now," I thought. Fear, still residing in me, with thoughts of the various ways that things can go wrong, I made my first push with my leg and slid across the ice nervously while staying as close to the rail as I could. "Fuck it. I wanted this."

I've never ice skated before in my life. Never had experience roller blading. The last time I was on any type of skates were when I was 8. It's been a long time. 

I had the bright idea of going ice skating for my birthday a couple of weeks ago while I was driving around Woodland Hills. I saw the rink as I was on Topanga Canyon Blvd. and thought it would be a grand idea to share a new experience with the people I love. After setting the plans and details in motion did it occur to me that I was probably in over my head. 

The day of my birthday, just hours before the skating was to occur, I took it upon myself to learn just the very basics of ice skating so I jumped on YouTube and looked at the various beginner how-to videos to get a better idea of what I'll be doing. It looked easy enough. Bend your knees and push your legs to the side to move forward. Rocket science it was not. I got this! 

I didn't really get it. 

I clung onto the railing as much as possible. I had to. For one, I didn't know how to ice skate. Second, everyone in the middle section of the rink were moving at a much faster speed! The more I spent getting used to being on the ice with skates, the more I ventured towards the middle. I'm not saying I was skating at the same pace with the more seasoned people. I wasn't. The farthest I went was probably a foot away from the railing/wall. That's as adventurous as I got. 

As I got (somewhat) comfortable skating, I started to really enjoy myself and took in the whole experience. I really loved my time on the ice and I would like to go again before the season ends and the temporary rinks disappear until next Fall. I really want to get this skating thing down. 

The bigger story, however, was sharing the night with my friends. Watching everyone laugh and have a good time was what made the night most memorable. I love watching my friends when they're happy. Seeing and experiencing that alone was a gift in and of itself. 

Some people measure their success by the amount of money they've accumulated, the things they own etc. and those are valid ways to measure success but I'm of the school where my success is measured in the quality of people in my life. My friends and family are my estate. I'm not sure what I've done to have amassed so many great people in my life that I'm proud to call friends. I must be doing something right. 

Anywhere But Here

It'll be a couple of weeks before he sets foot inside this room again. What was normally a disgusting, grime filled dirty floor, is now clean one, mopped just a couple of days ago. There was still a bit of dust but the floor was as clean as it could possibly get. The large table, sitting in the middle of the room had only but a handful of newspapers. Quite a different scene than the still tied bundles of issues that would normally be sitting on it. He's going to miss this place.

The day called for one last final. A typed up critique of a class he forgot to drop due to a long weekend. Some drinking may have been involved but it couldn't be helped. An F grade was probably awaiting him in the end but it's of little consequence. Not being a fan of failure, he never is afraid of failure. Regarding it as more of a learning experience than a reflection of the work he did or didn't do at least, and what he is possible of doing at best. Besides, how does one succeed if one fears failing?

With his critique of the class done, he did his best to stay inside the room for as long as possible trying to avert the inevitable. Small talk here and there with the remaining students in the class about their plans for the winter break and the upcoming Spring semester as well as his plans but alas, the time had arrived for him to leave. "See you in the Spring," he said, as he closed the door behind him. At least it was a beautiful sunny day.

There's a little tradition he observes and practices, almost religiously, after the end of anything meaningful. Head some place far and quiet to do some reflecting. Normally he would venture out on the metro go some place local but luckily his sister has gone on vacation and he was left car sitting. Distance wasn't a factor, nor was it important, he was all about the journey. So he took to the freeway and started driving south at first, through the winding road and hills of Topanga Canyon and onto Pacific Coast Highway where he proceeded north and he kept driving until it transitioned to the 101 freeway. Throughout the drive, he thought of possible places to stop on the way to wherever the hell he was going. It wasn't until he drove past Ventura that he remembered of a place that would be perfect for him to just take stuff in.

One day, a few Summers back, he attended a beach party with his friends in Carpinteria. One of the reasons why they picked this beach was because you were allowed to drink alcoholic beverages which isn't allowed on most southern California beaches. Perfectly seasoned carne asada was cooking on the grill, the sun shone brightly, enough to warm up the sand to be able to walk on without burning your feet and the countless drinks that were had. After the end of what was a great day, walking up the incline that lead back to the parked cars, he noticed an empty park bench sitting atop the hill, overlooking the beach and pacific ocean with the sun setting behind the mountains in the foreground. This moment, needing to be captured, he lifted up his trusty Diana camera that was loaded with black and white film and took a photo. A photo which now hangs in his room. This moment captivated him, promising to come back one day.

The sun was nearly setting when he finally reached his chosen destination of Bates beach. Quickly parking his car, he walked over to the park bench he remembers and it was nearly the same as he last saw it. Other than this day being much colder than that warm Summer day, the bench was empty and the sun was nearly in the same position but this time just sitting atop the mountains. He took one second to take in the sight just before taking his place, and sitting on his bench.

Thankful for what has transpired for him the past couple of weeks, he starts thinking about the many friends he made, some who have become dear friends to him, and the friends that were lost. Of those lost, he managed to regain some of them and for that he feels fortunate. The semester has made him into a stronger and more experienced person as he learned of what he is able and not able to do along with new found weaknesses and strengths. With little regret and a heart nearly as full as the day, he takes one more look at the sun, now nearly eclipsed by the mountains, before leaving his bench once again until another day comes when he should find himself back at this same moment.

So comes and goes another day. With all that he has learned, the next semester looks promising. As he leaves Bates beach, the thought of seeing his friends again and getting back in the grind of the newsroom a couple of weeks from now is the one thing that keeps him at ease. February just seems so far away.

The Never Said Goodbye

Everything in the house was in a state of peaceful quiet. It's late in the night and 3 hours till the sun rises on a new day. There was a lot on her mind and she couldn't sleep. The uneasiness has relegated her to the task of watching him sleep. She was left wondering whether or not he was having a pleasant dream. She hoped so. He looked so tranquil. Little did he know that he was in for a surprise when he wakes up. That, she knew for sure. 

Circumstances outside her control left her with little choice but to leave for good. She's a fighter. Always doing what she could to make this work but she always felt it was a one way street. She hates goodbyes and a part of her still wanted to be in his life but she knew that when all is said and done, this was for the best. Everyone has a tipping point and she has reached hers. 

With the dawn nearly upon her, she takes one last look at him before leaving. Never having said goodbye nor leaving a clue or reason, under her breathe she apologizes for her weakness.

As she walks out the door and into the waiting cab, she thinks "he'll be fine", not realizing that thought was to comfort her more than anything else...

Featured Dubbler

So for those that don't know yet, there's a mobile app out there called Dubble. As of right now, I think it's iOS and I'm not sure if there's an android version. Anyway, I was featured this morning on their blog and it's kind of awesome. 

You can check out the feature interview here: http://life.dubble.me/post/68966878033/spotlight-on-mohammad-over-in-la#.Up9YrJm9LCR

A Taste of Me

Cars swiftly passing by as I sit here on a bench awaiting my bus to go home. Despite me wearing warm inner clothing, it isn't helping much during this cold night as the chilly gusts of wind hits my face like a constant slap. I'm in a mood. Not in a funk, let me be clear on that. It's weird. I'm a bit relieved but at the same time bittersweet.

It was a long day today. Deadline Tuesday coming off thanksgiving weekend and it's our last issue. We all worked hard through the day and I'm wondering if anyone else felt a looming dread that this experience will soon be coming to an end. This semester with The Roundup newspaper had its ups and downs inside and outside of the newsroom. But when all is said and done, we all did our best and I speak for myself when I say I'm proud of our work. I'm quite sure everyone else feels the same way. 

It won't be the same next semester. Some people are leaving and some are staying. New blood coming in and respected members leaving. I'm interested to see what next semester brings. I'm excited for our new EIC and managing editor coming in yet I'm saddened that the current EIC will be leaving. He's put a lot of blood, sweat and tears throughout his tenure. It's somewhat apt that his anniversary date of him becoming EIC is a few days away. We still have the rest of this week and next week will be our banquet and finals. After that, I will miss my colleagues, nay, friends, until February when the Spring 2014 semester starts. 

We technically missed deadline today but we made it to print by 4pm. I had to leave immediately to get to work and I wanted to give a proper goodbye to everyone in the newsroom but I kept it simple and quick since I didn't want anyone to see I was at a breaking point, saddened by reaching the end. 

On my way out, I was greeted by a fairly cloudy sky but a break in the clouds made way for a scarlet sunset. As I walked into the sunset, I threw on my headphones to hear a song I come up on my mix that I haven't heard in a long time and since my exit from the newsroom, it's been on repeat as the beauty in this song is so powerful. It was a nice tune to leave something behind even if for a short while. 

Before starting this entry, I decided to google the translated lyrics of this song as it is in Spanish. It tells the story of a man that fell in love, out of, and back into, with a woman. He sings that the experience they both shared left an endearing and eternal taste on each other's soul. Despite them being apart, the speaking of her in memories would suffice for him. He ends the song with a humility I can relate to. 

I think I got the meaning close. The more I think about it, the more I feel like this song can be just about anything and everything happening within my sphere. Why it just happened to play as I was leaving the newsroom is beyond me. Maybe some odd coincidence. Whatever I felt leaving the newsroom that left me empty, I felt right as rain as I smiled walking across the always muddy soccer field of a Pierce College while listening to this song. 

Such a scarlet sunset.

Simple Rules Every Man Should Follow: A Style Guide

A lot of times I find myself looking at what other men wear when they go out and many times I cry on the inside. Gone are the days where men actually made an attempt and cared how they look. It may sound superficial, and to a degree it is, but there's more to it than just looking good. 

As I sit here in the laundromat, watching my clothes spin in a sudsy bath, I thought I'd post what I think how men should go about styling themselves. 

I. Every man should own at least 4 suits. A black suit, a grey suit, a navy blue suit and a tuxedo. 

You may ask yourself "why the hell should I own these suits?" Well, many men may think one or two suits would be fine to own but you'll just be handicapping yourself with the various engagements you'll be attending in your lifetime. Each of the suits I mention have a rather specific utility to them, other than looking sharp. With a black suit, you can pretty much wear that to any event you go to. It's very versatile in that you can wear it into the office, a wedding, or a funeral as morbid as that may sound. One shouldn't be wearing something bright to that event unless you're going to an Asian funeral where white is typically worn (correct me if I'm wrong in that regard please). With a grey suit, you can comfortably wear it out in winter without being cold yet stand out in a bold way. Grey suits can also favor you well in a job interview. Not only would you look sharp and elegant, you'll also stand out from your competition as they're likely to wear a conservative black or navy suit. Also, Sean Connery wore a grey suit as James Bond and what man doesn't want to look like the best James Bond ever? The navy suit is a classic suit. That's for when you finally get that office job you pined for. Wear it on your first day and you'll make a bold statement by saying "I'm here. Watch me." Then there's the tuxedo. Own it. Don't rent it. Oh so you got married? Don't go thinking that'll be the only wedding you'll be attending. I find it perfectly fine to wear a tuxedo at another person's wedding. Don't go thinking you'll be stealing the show because as much as you may look good, no one will pay attention once the bride comes walking down that isle. You may even become a part the groom's party once or twice as a best man. No need to rent a suit or have them rent one for you because you'll have that covered. In the future, you may have a daughter and you'll have to "give her away" and if you're lucky enough to still look fairly similar to when you initially bought it, you'll be good to go! Also, should you be married at the moment, it might provide points to you from your wife by keeping the tuxedo you got married in. They're pretty sentimental about that stuff. Most women at least. 

II. Every man should know how to tie 4 different knots. A four in hand, a half Windsor, a full Windsor (also known as a double Windsor) and a bow tie. 

"Shouldn't one knot be sufficient?" Noooooo! Each knot is specifically geared to the width of the collar to your shirt. A four in hand, which is THE easiest to learn, and a half Windsor, would do well with narrow and medium collard shirts. The full Windsor is for the wider collars as being a more fuller knot, would compliment the more wider area. This matters and I can't stress this enough. Try throwing on a four in hand on a wide collar shirt and a full Windsor to a narrow collar shirt. Not only would it look foolish and busy, a full Windsor on a narrow collar is rather difficult to perform and would choke you as the event you attend goes on. The bow tie? Learn it! Don't buy a pre-made bow tie. You're going to go through the effort to wear a nice suit and then blemish it by wearing a pre-made one? You may think that you've done good but it comes off half ass and no one likes half assery. 

III. Tuck in that shirt!

This is a problem with many men. So you've had a full day did you? You'd like to head out straight from work and into the bar, lounge club to have a few drinks? Safe to throw off that tie and pull off your tucked shirt? Not really. 

Look I get it. Your day was exhausting and you want to relax and have a few drinks and maybe meet someone new. If you're taken, by all means bust it all out but if you're single and ready to mingle as the saying goes, your work hasn't stopped just because you stepped out that office. If you're looking to meet someone new, you'd do a disservice to yourself if you go and throw off that tie and untuck that shirt because I can guarantee you that the majority of the men who go to bars, lounges and clubs with a dress code have their shirt untucked. Why they think this is ok is beyond me but by untucking that shirt, guess what? Congratulations! You now look like every other bloke in the establishment! How is that going to help your cause? Sure, you may be a very charming fellow and I'm being shallow here but first impressions count. You're probably not going to wow the person you're trying to get at initially, that'll come later. He or she will first notice what you're wearing and if you look like every guy in there, he/she probably won't notice you and you want to be noticed. Sure, you don't want to come off stuffy by still looking neat and sharp coming out of the office but you'll come off looking successful and smart and sharp and yada yada yada. It's points for you for standing out in that way. You know what other place where you can be as comfortable as you want to dress and still accomplish what you set out to accomplish...drinking and meeting new people? Sports bars. Like the saying goes, when in Rome. Look better than a Roman. 

This entry may come off superficial and I'd agree with that, but I'll be the first one to say that what I've said isn't mandatory or that it's worth anything. Owning such things would be good. It certainly wouldn't hurt you, but the main point I'm trying to throw out there is that you make that attempt! That's important. Looking good is one thing. It shows that you care a great deal in how you look and looking good will only boost your confidence but more importantly, it shows the person in front of you that you care whoever thay may be. Whether it's your boss, friend or significant other. Your boss will treat you with a bit more respect, maybe even pride, that someone working for him/her took the time and effort to look good not only for yourself or your co-workers but also for the company. And your significant other or the person you're trying to woo? Holy shit would you do well if you make the attempt! You don't have to go out on a date, or every date, in a suit. Shit, just make the attempt to look nice and appropriate for him/her! They will notice it and they will appreciate, maybe love, that you dressed up for them whatever the occasion may be. 

But seriously, own these things...

Sentimental Prick

It was a busy day in the newsroom not too long ago. I was going on one hours worth of sleep and I had work at the end of the school day. Needless to say, I was extremely exhausted. My friend and EIC was kind enough to drive me to work once we left the newsroom. I wouldn't have made it to work on time had I taken the metro.

He has fantastic taste in music. Most of the stuff he plays in the newsroom, I find myself turning around, do a double take and ask "wtf is this goodness?!" I had one of those moments during the drive to my work and I had to Shazaam this goodness. I love music. LOVE music! After getting the song title and artist, I largely forgot about it. My Shazaam tag list is stupid long. 

Last night I found myself restless and couldn't sleep as you could probably tell from my last entry which was done in the early am hours of this morning. I needed something to listen to to keep me at ease and I remember the song I heard in my friend's car and how beautiful it was so I opened up Shazaam and proceeded to buy the song on iTunes. After listening to it the first time, I found the calm I sought and fell asleep not long after after putting the song on repeat. 

As I'm writing this on my way to work, on the bus, this song is playing on repeat through my headphones. There are only a couple of songs that I consider life changing songs. I'm proud to add this one to my list...


All The Kings Horses

I'm having trouble sleeping tonight. I had a very weird and strange experience happen to me a couple of days ago that freaked me out and I was reminded of it. 

I was at a friend's house while they were out at the LA autoshow and I had drifted to sleep on the couch while I was watching TV. At some point, my body started to shiver, much like you would when you're out in the cold with no jacket on. Me knowing that I'm shivering and shaking shows that I wasn't sleeping. At this point I try to open my eyes because it the house wasn't cold enough for me to shake like that but there was a problem. I could barely open my eyes. I tried to force myself but I couldn't. It went from bad to worse when I tried to move my arms but I couldn't. I couldn't move my body at all. I started to become really scared and panicked. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move. Something was terribly wrong. 

This lasted for 10 minutes but it felt longer. I hesitate to use clichés. I was totally conscious of my surroundings and myself and I've never felt such a terrifying experience. At one point I thought I was dying and I was going to die then and there. My friends were going to return to a corpse on their couch...

Obviously that didn't happen as I'm writing this entry. I've never been...well it was scary being immobilized and paralyzed like that. Especially when you're doing something unrisky like sleeping. Being reminded of that event made me think if my time is coming soon. Or if my time isn't coming soon, how much longer do I have in this world. I'm not ready to leave and this is the closest thing I've had to coming close to my mortality. There was another instance but this is the closest. 

I have a lot to lose. So many people I love and would love to grow old with. Have I told them I loved them enough? Do they know? Far too much left to do and to experience. I barely scratched the surface. I feel, at this moment, like I've squandered most of my time here and I hate that. Don't get me wrong, I've done a lot but I want to do and experience more. This was certainly a life changing experience. My birthday is in a couple of weeks. Where and how do I go from here?

And all the king's men...

This One's Going To Hurt

I always thought it looked cool, as I watched my slightly older friends as they took drags off the cigarettes they were smoking. Granted, I was only 16 at the time, but you're pretty impressionable when you're so young. The want, and arguably need, to look cool and be socially accepted at this stage in a person's life is important for most people. You're probably in high school, somewhere between a freshman and a sophomore, so you're pretty low on the social ladder of things and one of the quickest ways to be and look cool and thus, accepted, is to do what the bigger kids were doing and one of them was smoking.

That was many, MANY moons ago. Through my years, what initially started as a way to become accepted, turned into a form of stress reliever at one phase, and then just turned into a habit. Long were the days where I would think, "time to look cool," as I lit up a cigarette. Now there is no thought. Wake up in the morning? Smoke. Drive to work or waiting for a bus? Smoke. A couple of hours of work done? Smoke. Get more hours of work done? Smoke and go home. Of course there are the instances where friends invite you for a smoke and you say "yeah sure ok," not even considering that you just had a smoke no longer than 30 seconds ago. It's a bad habit and I've done it for so long that just recently I decided to quit.

It's been nearly a week and I've been doing..."ok" for someone that has been smoking for roughly half his life. It's really a difficult task to take on and quite a challenge for lack of a better word. On the first day I decided to quit, I went to the drug store to buy "the patch" to help me along my road to a smoke free life and let me tell you, the first time I tried the patch, not long after application I began to feel lightheaded and nearly passed out so I discarded that thing like a bad habit (see what I did there?). Maybe I got the wrong dosage but I started to panic because what I felt did not feel right at all. Then I bought the gum and for the most part it has helped me a bit. I don't get lightheaded much and the gum tastes like crap once the nicotine starts to kick in, but I haven't smoked. Having said that, as I type this out, I REALLY want a cigarette but I can't. I made a promise to someone.

This isn't the first time I've tried to quit smoking. The very first time I tried to quit smoking was soon after I started smoking in high school. That lasted for a good month. Then there are the frequent attempts that would last about a week at best and a few days at worst. What's funny, as I type this out, knowing that smoking is bad for you, is when me and my friends were young, I remember a conversation regarding what it would take for us to quit or under what circumstances would we even consider quitting. If I remember correctly some of the answers were if a loved one were dying of cancer and asked them to quit or a boyfriend or girlfriend were to ask (but only if they were "worth it"), and some were like "never" and I suppose they're all valid answers. Even the "never" is a valid answer. Not one of the answers I remember were if the person were dying. Who wants to think about that? or "because of my health". We were all young and dumb so what did we know?

I'm old school. I like to think I am a man of my word and keeping my word is important to me because my word, to you, should hold a lot of weight...that it can be trusted. I do this for a promise I made to someone which is more important than my health. Hell, I've been doing something on a regular basis that has been killing me for half of my life. That should tell you how I regard my own well being. But if I make someone a promise to do something, I will keep that promise. The benefits to my health are just extra points to me.

So nearly a week in and I'm still smoke free. Thanks in large part to my anti-smoking gum and to a promise I made to someone I care a great deal about. Still, the fleeting thoughts of going outside and having a smoke do come every once in a while but they do go as well...

Take notice of the little things

I'm having a moment here. It's not rare that I do. I have a good amount of them when I'm able to collect myself. One of the great things about having photography as a passion is that you train yourself to be observant of everything going around you and it's a very difficult thing to master. I for one haven't. I'm ok and getting better at it but still, at times I miss out on a lot.

I found myself walking on the street on this chilly night and I felt so alone. I'm just beginning to see and feel how empty Los Angeles streets can be. The same thing happened to me while I was in New York but I never felt lonely. Because the streets in New York are so narrow, I felt as if the close quarter of that environment encapsulated me and I felt warm despite the cold temperature. As I walked, there was a bit of joy seeing fallen leaves, wet from the rain drenched ground and walking over them, some crunching noises from the leaves that were able to maintain some degree of dryness. It's hard to explain. My words do my feeling and experience no justice.

I suppose to put it plainly, I was in awe. It's no secret I miss NY. I just wish I'd experience something similar here. Whenever it rains here, I'm miserable. Oddly enough, that wasn't the case in NY. Don't get me wrong, I get nice moments here in LA but they rarely occur in the latter part of the year. That's a shame. I'm fond of these moments.