OTR – Las Vegas – Live Blog! [Ended]

Hey, how are you? : )

I’m attending a birthday dinner in Las Vegas tonight. I was supposed to leave before sunrise but my mothers riding with me and she’s running a bit late (It’s currently 10:57AM). YAZ, spring break… Haha!

I’ll be updating this blog with new pictures and entries every few hours. Enjoy, you guys!

12:12PM My wish was granted, we’re on our way.


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Hemet, Ca. Bikers close down the 215 in honor of a fallen comrade.


[The community of Hemet, Ca. mourning the loss of fallen Marine- Staff Sgt. Louis F. Cardine. Through research I found out that his base in Makhmour, Iraq was attacked by ISIS].


Baker Ca. YAZ, Hippie Alien!


[About an hour and half away from Vegas was Alien Fresh Jerky, I was hoping for a fast food joint but instead it was a very cool convenience store.]




[As we got closer to our destination I swapped seats with my mother so I can take proper shots and luckily I took this one].

[After roughly six hours of driving we finally arrived at the party. The catered Filipino food was… majestic. The “lumpia” was definitely the unfair queen that took advantage of me throughout the whole evening.]


Finally : )


[I got to my room at around 11PM but I couldn’t sleep so I moved the chase by the window to watch the Bellagio Fountains. Well apparently the shows end at midnight which was about the time I had finished rearranging the furniture. Awesome. Haha!]

Happy Easter you guys!

Remember to : ) & be authentic. DISXCRIS



TALK – Happy 2016!

View of Seaworld Fireworks from Fiesta Island, San Diego.

Hey, how are you? : )

I get it, I’m writing a New Years post in early March, but why not? Id like to think the start of the lunar year begins after the rise from 2015’s many falls. When the lessons start to emerge from the unfortunate situations we all had to go through. Its difficult to get here because it means acknowledging that the past actually happened instead of just sweeping those thoughts under the beautiful rug we all keep in our hearts. Its definitely hard to sift through the shards of broken memories we kept during the past year but with doing this can we entirely experience the rise and falls of the new lunar cycle. Where new memories are yet to be realized and appreciated. So this is my New Year, I might still be in a little bit of pain but it won’t prevent me from experiencing 2016 in its full glory (neither should you!). Never fear change, because only through this can you evolve into the fullness of you. Happy 2016!






The Big Easy X An Adventure In Waiting

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CLICK to read part I – The Big Easy X Death By Humidity

I found myself laying flat on the humid floor of the Louis Armstrong International Airport. As my organs slowly shut down, I contemplated the stupid things I did in the few decades of my existence. I thought, “Im very thankful to have attempted every single one of them.” In the midst of my contemplations, it had finally arrived. My brothers glorious rental had just turned into the pickup lanes of the New Orleans Airport. To other people PT was just another car, but for me at that moment, the Cruiser was a rolling glimmer of hope. When I opened the passenger door, I had hallucinations of fog slowly cascading onto the humid concrete floor like clouds before entering the pearly gates. After picking myself up off the floor I realized the depiction I had deemed to my brother was more appropriately deemed to myself. Other than sweat magically appearing on the surface of my skin, New Orleans was an adventure in waiting. As far as I knew school was out and I was there for relaxation. Never mind the weather, The Big Easy was just that. “Take a load off, Cris. You deserve this!”



TALK – It Wasn’t Meant to Be?

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Its 7:44 PM here in San Diego and I might have made the biggest mistake by deleting my draft for The Big Easy X An Adventure In Waiting, Maybe it wasn’t meant to be? Well I also wasn’t feeling my writing to be honest. Life is too short to ignore the silent whispers from within. Okay, I don’t listen all the time but those “silent whispers/my gut” has gotten me out of so much trouble and doing the opposite has given me just that. Maybe thats what “trusting myself” means. Because people can judge based on their personal history and knowledge but who knows me better than my own gut? We’ve been through so much cold pizza and fried snickers that our bond will forever be set in stone. Well that solves it then, it was my guts fault why there isn’t a Part 2 at this moment. Ha! Note to future self: always follow your “gut.” Second note: you got it kid!

Im sorry to the subs who kept receiving this post un-edited, by the way. I forgot how busy I was going to be this past week so whenever something came up I would push the schedule of the automatic post for the next day, but then Id wakeup the next morning with an un-edited blog on DISCRIS.COM. Ha! The Big Easy X An Adventure In Waiting is in the works, so patience. But yeah, SUBSCRIBE TO DISCRIS.COM! 


The Big Easy X Death By Humidity


Whats up, you guys!

The Santa Ana winds are coming up strong here in San Diego and it’s just about time to take down that box of winter sweaters I wear during holiday season. How is it in your parts of the world? Its ironic because Im trying to reminisce the humid weather of New Orleans during winter season.

In 2011, my brother had moved to Mississippi for work. It was summer recess at my college so it was the perfect time to visit him. I will say he had warned me about the weather but of course being the younger brother in my mind he was over-reacting. Did anyone take History 101 in college? Well my history professor was a hard core, left-wing democrat. I remember him saying, “soldiers died from humidity during the civil war.” Which I’m sure he can back up with books and personal accounts but honestly with the death-by-humidity? Lets add more to the list of “reasons why were on the fence with the south.” Anyways, after many hours of flying, the moment had finally come and D.B.H. was an absolute possibility. In my mind the only people living in the South were either born there or lured in for a job. Thoughts started to invade my mind. Who goes south during the summer, anyways? Mardi Gras wasn’t even happening when I visited. The moment of truth eventually came in the form of a blood red exit sign. With my luggage/survival pack in hand, I walked through the automatic sliding doors that separated me from the humidity outbreak.



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