An Rong

Dear Future Love,

Where are you?

Another holiday season has passed,

another lonely christmas,

another kiss-less new years,

I’m hoping to find you on Valentines.

If not I’ll see you on St. Patricks, and if I miss you there,

I hope you won’t fool me in April,

Maybe in May?

Or will June bring us together on the solstice?

If not, I’ll be watching the fireworks by a river, meet me there?

In August, the moon will represent my heart, join me for a cake?

September, when the leaves fall, and I’m hopeful we’ll walk through the foliage.

Please don’t scare me in October, but I’ll wait for you

In November, my birthday might be better with you,

And December brings it back, to possibly another lonely winter and holiday season.

If I don’t see you for another year, I’ll still be waiting,

till I meet you.

Happy people, make me sad, that I’m not happy like them, especially couples. Holiday season is coming around, meaning there’s plenty of happy people, so to hell with all of you.

I’m over things taken.

I didn’t know people still did this.

Dear Best Friend,

The year 2011 marked many a milestone for us.

You graduated from SVA, developed the Ipad app for the school that made you one of the top young graphic designers out there today.

I am still in school, which if it wasn’t for you, I may not be where I am today, and I thank you for it. I have made tremendous strides since you first gave me your camera to take pictures. I myself did my first legitimate internship, almost died in a car accident, and if it wasn’t for your support, I don’t know if i would have lasted.

You have moved across the country to follow your dreams, I am so happy for you, that you are doing well. Everyday since you’ve left, I miss not having you so close to be in life, and it bothers me, but we all have our paths to follow. I know one day our paths will cross again.

I love you, and am thinking about you, Happy Birthday

P.S. Despite knowing you love copious amounts of the firewater, I hope today you are drinking a lot of it.

Love, An Rong

It’s starting to get darker, earlier. These days I’ve been feeling as if I’m a fish out of water, maybe it’s the way my emotions have been handled in the past week. I need to stop letting my heart get broken.

Beau Sia once asked, “Why must we associate music with our love lives?”

Many of us do this, Beau can’t listen to The Cure’s, Just Like Heaven, without feeling sad, because he use to kiss Lydia to the song.

I can’t listen to John Mayer’s, Stop This Train, without thinking of how once, I made love to my ex-girlfriend to that song.

Janet can’t listen to Lupe Fiasco anymore, because her and Stan use to listen to Lupe together. Now it makes her think of his cheating ass.

I sit here having the possibility of losing more than just music.

I told her, “we’ll always have Celine”. We sang Celine Dion together in the darkroom, exclaiming at the top of our lungs, “Baaaaby baaabbby babbbby, When you”, that one part that we loved so much.

I can’t listen to Eminem without thinking about her, nor can I listen to Adele without thinking of how the closest I ever felt to her, was when we danced together on her balcony to One and Only.

Nor can I forget how I wrote her a rap verse to Magnetic North and Taiyo Na’s New Love. Now that song makes me hate love.

I wish I could let go, I’m trying, I want her to be happy, and that doesn’t involve me. I’m drawing my strength to let her be where she needs to be, to be happy, regardless of me.

Babyface, I hope you don’t regret this.

Hey All, sorry for the lack of news. I promise I shall try to post more this semester.

I finished my internship at the Rochester Democrat and Chronicle back in August, and headed home to the greatest city in the world (no bias).

I left for California a day later, to work on a music video for my homies over at Bluebook Productions. Got to spend time with my favorite princess, Olivia, and my baby boy Allen. Here’s a lot of pictures, enjoy.

Everyone eats at In N Out, it’s like totally the Benneton of Burgers, also the first thing I did with Olivia when we landed in Cali.

Made some friends at the Santa Monica beach, fellas were nice, and made the kid from nyc feel welcome.

Sam shaving in his backyard

Los Angeles is a city that is rich in culture and full of racial tension.

Nights in K-Town

After a few days in L.A. we said bye to our friends, Olivia, Allen and I drove up to San Francisco in our crappy rental, the Nissan Versa.

The Northern California landscape was quite awe-inspiring, especially with all the creepy fog.

Guy on the right just got married, waiting for his wife to meet him on the otherside of the turnstyle.

Jacky and Jen on the Golden Gate Bridge, my awesome cousin and future cousin in law.

Olivia

My baby Boy

After being forced to stay in California for an extra 3 days, we finally got lucky and on a red eye on standby back to NYC. I couldn’t sleep for parts of it, went in and out of consciousness. But when the sun started showing it’s light, it was quite spectacular and breath taking.

Sleeping on the flight, me not.

Finally when i got home, i heard the sounds of horns, people cursing at each other, people trying to get places fast. It was it, I was home.

And nothing says home like people looking up and taking pictures of how tall the buildings are. The building, wasn’t that tall, it was maybe 70?

Miss everyone, if i haven’t seen you in a while, holla!

Love, An Rong

It use to be something

Getting warm here, got a little over a month left here, time is moving, sometimes its fast, sometimes it slow.

There’s hope.