Make you feel that way

Make you feel that way...

Up and early for the hope of a brand new day
See a homie you ain't seen since back in the day
Fresh haircut fitted wit a fat ass fade
End of work, we chilling on a Saturday
How you felt when you first heard the data came
Rakim KRS hey I had that tape
Cooling out with ol girl on a fat ass date
Find a hundred dollar bill wow man that's great
Get promoted at your job up to management
Plot a long time finally a plan has made it
Time I feel I wanna shout, man its real that way
Wanna think of things that make you feel that way

.....

Christmas day when your mamma got your first bike
Type of feeling when you went and when your first fight
How your team felt winning championship games
Celebrate in a huddle dancing in this rain
Have a thought see a shooting star cross your screen
Put in hard work finally your living your dream
Deaf man get his hearing now in come vibes
Blind man get sight see his first sunrise
Dumb man speaking out, now he's load and clear
Earth through your chout smile so proud ya wear
Going in your third eye for the styles ya hear
Making music that'll bump for a thousand years
Eating right feeling conscience like health is first
Said a prayer that's sincere and you felt it work
Times I feel I wanna shout, man it's real that way
When I'm thinking things that make you feel that way

.....

All up in her vibe something coming over me
Summer days more likely that you notice breezes
Winter days more likely that you notice heat
When I'm warm more likely that you notice me
In the dark it's more likely that you notice light
In the light more likely that you notice night
Hungry more appreciation for that meal
Dead broke more appreciation for that grill
A bad day'll make you really notice ones that's good
And that'll make things a little better understood
Times I feel I wanna shout, man it's real that way
When I think of things that make you feel that way
Make you feel that way...

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(Ya know its like ahh like the most greatest feeling you could ever feel
you like just total illation. Sunny day, just that day.
You know its just like you know just the most joyous feeling
you could ever comprehend. You know, chilling with your family.
You know just you know just really really feeling,
feeling the moment, with the folks. Ya know really really really just chilling.
It's love. It's love. It's love)

Song makes me happy. Lyrics are a go.

I had a bad day. I was exhausted. I still have a bad cold and have been coughing till my eyes tear up. From dawn till dusk I'd been working on school related things: waking up at 6 am, driving to Davis, realizing I never did my homework due at 10, stressing, giving up, bullshitting, realizing I would be busy all afternoon and night, and on top of that, had a group meeting at 9 p.m. of all hours, and still more to do after that.

All because I didn't do shit over the weekend except play.

At the same time I thought of how wonderful the weekend was, how much fun I had with my friends, laughing and joking and fucking the weekday, because fuck the weekday.

And I was thinking this morning as I was driving in the Monday Bay Area fog gloom, falling in and out of traffic, how much I hated the start of Monday; that's when the flood of thoughts come in and all the things to do and how much I suck and how much school sucks - back on the Monday grind when I fucking hate the Monday grind.

Fuck the grind, fuck Mondays, fuck routine. So sick of the same shit day in and day out. So fucking pointless.

Such are the relentless negative Monday morning thoughts of May Yang. Not like this every Monday, but on particular Mondays of stuffy nosedness, headachiness, cloudy, rainy, stress-provoking, almost Finals, Monday, Monday, Monday. Didn't U2 mean to write "Monday, Bloody Monday" instead of whatever crap they wrote? Sundays still have promise. Monday is only good because it leads to Friday.

All in all, I felt like this all day:

Cloudy headed, disconnected, & fucked-up looking.

It wasn't until the end of the night did I remind myself of the Universal Rule of Chill. Just gotta chill sometimes.

I'll be cool man. Just gotta take it slow, breathe a little, laugh a lot, smoke up when I need to. I got all the right tools - friends, family, etc. - just gotta u-til-lize my resources, yanno? & shit.

Pop dat Dayquil/Nyquil, (didn't know combining Sudafed and Dayquil could potentially cause death), drink cough syrup like you're Lil' Wayne, smoke a blunt, whatever.

Coo'. Chill.

Everything's coo'.

Play something for me, Alicia

I've been haplessly busting my ass off as usual. Once again, I've been needlessly scheduling myself in ways that divert from common sense. Not sure why I thought I would be able to drive to and from Oakland, making it back to Millbrae past midnight, then drive back to Davis during witching hours, sleep for 2 hours, and wake up to volunteer for the UCD Triathlon. As you can understand by now, this didn't happen. While I can't say I'm happy with myself, I must say the weekend was well worth it anyway...


Well, why was I in Oakland? For the Alicia Keys Freedom Tour! It was absolutely incredible. She is quite the artist, quite the woman. We didn't really get to see Melanie Fiona, but hey, that was fine, as long as we got to see the very sexy Robin Thicke! Wow, what a powerful guy. He had a whole arena of women swooning! When the backdrop was revealed and it said Robin Thicke - Sex Therapy in sexy black and red, the ladies were sold! Oracle Arena instantly turned into a giant coliseum of rabid, lusty women, hands grabbing and arms stretched out, reaching for the sexy flesh that is Robin Thicke, so ready were they to tear the-- oh shit that was just me. Rambling.

Well, Mr. Robin Thicke was a great warm-up for my impaired lungs. Yes, I put her through a lot - hard hours at the gym had got them panting, and she gasped for air after each cigarette and harsh bong rip. But at this concert, my lungs had to deal with all the hyperventilating and adolescent schoolgirl screaming that was provoked by Robin Thicke's rotating hips, gyrating and thrusting and-- oh shit- ... Rambling again.

Basically my throat hurt from all the excitement (although my friend Rachael still beat me in that department). Of course you have to scream at each song change, and each time the artist speaks. Every word. Yes. Scream.

She sang all of her hit songs spanning her four (amazing) albums, plus some lesser knowns, like "Superwoman". Trust, you think her song sounds good on CD and with yo good speakers and shit, but you ain't HEARD her sing live! Girl can sing like no other! One of my faves from the concert was a lively upbeat version of "No One" and a godly "Wait till U See My Smile".

Somewhere along the line some scrappy bitches in the back were clawing at each other and fighting and shit. Not cool, girl!

I was totally jealous of all her outfits, nothing flashy, no costumes, but pure sophisticated Alicia: black blazers, leather leggings, a white dress made for a goddess. Ugh. So jealous.

She finished off with "Empire State of Mind", where she had to replace the "New Yorrkkkkk" with 'Oakland' a couple times.

Great concert. Great everything: great backup singers, background dancers, audio/visuals. I must say I was quite annoyed with the narrowness of the seats, but all was made up for with the amazing acoustics of the arena, and hearing Alicia's celestial voice...and Robin... oh shit!




I should say, though, that I have absolutely no clue as to how we ladies arrived at the concert. It is a fact that I drove, but it shan't have been my car - of all things - that I drove. No, no, it can't have been! It was a space shuttle that I drove, yes. I think I was supposed to have driven my white Toyota Prius there, but after that ridiculously fat joint that a certain friend of mine constructed was smoked between us, my car turned into a spaceship! That is the only explanation possible.

Yes, I was impossibly blazed a good portion of the concert.



[in soft voice]And the space shuttle...took off...

Oh boy, am I high right now. I see that shuttle now, flying off into the universe.

See ya later, Buzz.

Greetings! It's been far too long. March is nearly over and I find myself at just my second post this month. Hm. I was hoping to at least post 4x a month. Perhaps I will force myself to write everyday for the remainder of March? What do you think?

I'm sitting on my backyard deck chair outside. I'm sipping an iced coffee. The sun is embracing me. I've spent the day hungover and lazy, downloading music, reading blogs and such. It is satisfying. My dog lies lazily next to me.

Sadly, today is my last day of Spring Break. I am thinking it would be a good idea to summarize Winter Quarter, this wonderful Spring Break, and my upcoming Spring Quarter...via bullet-point, of course.

winter quarter

• 17 units: 2 Chinese classes, 2 Comparative Literature classes
• Which lead to an insane amount of all-nighters
• Hundreds of pages read
• And about 40 pages worth of essays were written
• But in the end I made it out with 2 A's, a B, and I'm still waiting for another grade to be released (I'm a bit worried as to why I haven't received my grade yet)
• And I was high almost every night

spring break

• A good balance of work, productivity, and partying
• Bowls, bongs, blunts...joints, pipe, glass
• OG Kush, Jackpot, Shiva Skunk, GDP...
• Grey Goose, Stoli...
• Cigarettes, general sin, I'm-twenty-and-don't-care
• Really, just getting uber fucked up
• ~45 hours of work, San Francisco, love
• Smoking a Nat Sherman in a hidden corner behind the Ferry Building by myself, overlooking the ocean, the Bay Bridge, sun, solace, peace pax pace...
• Summer internship searching
• Deadmau5, Kaskade, Matt Alber, Gabriel & Dresden, etc.
• B.o.B. ft. Bruno Mars - Nothin' On You
• Ghetto Superstar <3
• I love my friends. I repeat- I love my friends.

spring quarter

• Again, 2 Chinese classes, 2 Comparative Literature classes
• One of which is a class on Shakespeare. This makes me want to spray my pants.
• This quarter, I will figure out what I will be doing this summer. Whether that means summer school or interning/working in SF or going to China...I have no clue.
• All I know is that I'm turning 21 in a little over two weeks. You know it's going to be insane.
• A visit to an undergraduate advisor is very necessary.
• As is a visit to my Comp. Lit. advisor -- I plan on writing a sick senior thesis, but this may require negotiating.

I was uber fucked up last night. Like so fucked up...high to cross-faded to drunk. That was such a fucked up night. I actually yacked and that happens infrequently with me. So you know I was straight fucked up. Let me reiterate once again- I WAS FUCKED UP. Thanks for that, friends. Happy birthday Chris Lau.

The Electronic Music Festival in Miami. It sounds incredible. I would love to go this. Miami is where it's at.

Another random note: I was telling a friend the other day how one of my life goals is to attend a rave outside of America. What comes to mind is Europe of course. They have always known what is up in the house/electronic/techno/trance scene. Those crazy Europeans. I also have this image in my mind of attending a rave in the Netherlands, or Norway. I just feel like it'd be crazy.

But most of all, I would love to go to one in Brazil. The idea is incredible. This music video consistently blows my mind.

Everyone and their moms in the UC system is studying abroad, I swear. Perhaps I will too. Unquestionably, I choose Latin America as my destination - Brazil in particular. UC Davis doesn't have a wide selection of Latin America study abroad options, unfortunately. Although they do have a Cuba program, which is amazing. Other than that, there is also Argentina and Chile, both of which are appealing as well.

Well, this post just turned into a clusterfuck of things that have been on my mind lately. You bitch, May!

It's 4:20 pm.

I'm impossibly lazy today. It is Sunday, after all. The thought of returning to school tomorrow and returning to Davis tonight kills. Luckily I love Spring Quarter.

My brain isn't ready to shut down quite yet but I need to go to Costco to buy cat food. Cat owners constantly have to buy cat food. Cats love cat food, and I love cats. So....