Just a thought.

Yikes I suck at this
June 22, 2017, 10:13 am
Filed under: It's a mystery, Schemin


Documentation via writing is really hard and unintuitive to start unless you lower the bar for yourself. At very best, the best authors in the world smash vast spaces of ideas into a 1-dimensional language transfer device like books or blogs in hopes to transmit maybe 50% of the intended ideas to the audience. Authors might try and try again with more books, blogs, pictures, movies, sequels. But if they had a way to transmit their thoughts comprehensively with infinite bandwidth then they wouldn’t be trying to wrestle and mold language into the shape of their intention. But they and we keep trying.

Anyways, that’s a douchy way to say that I suck at blogging since my last weak vows to try to write more intentionally, more frequently.


Boxing is fun. Probably the most consistent I’ve been about exercise in a long time and I knock on wood everyday that I keep it going forever. Maybe I need to learn how to kick too.


Thinking vs. Thinking
January 7, 2016, 4:37 pm
Filed under: It's a mystery, Schemin

I have a problem about starting. Starting a project, starting a blog post, starting a task, starting on a problem. I’ve found it’s centered mostly on how I feel like there must be a bar of preparation before anything has to be started. Like, “I don’t have all the information” or “I don’t know where to start” or “How do I even…”


Well. Here’s to just starting. Writing something, sketching something. Typing something on the search bar. Go on.

Forced Blog Post
April 26, 2009, 11:55 pm
Filed under: Big Idea, I have a dream..., It's a mystery

Hello World

Today, I thought it was pretty ironic to see a recent post from a random blog featured on my WordPress dashboard say, “I give up. Bye.” I was going to dedicate this post to the death of this blog. FML.

Blame it on Twitter, blame it on a change of lifestyle (a.k.a. the 9-ta’-5 grind), blame it on me feeling un-creative as of late, I’m beginning to worry why this blog is in terminal condition. I hate to say I’ve been soul-searching, but at the very least I’ve read all my posts from the beginning of Jamaicanjerk at least twice this year. I think that says something, especially when I just look at it longingly…instead of going ahead and posting. Do people with 10,000 tweets ever go back and read that oh-so-significant 1st  tweet? Or was it only relevant the moment they submitted it? I know I’ve tried to inject meaning to posts here at Jamaicanjerk. I thought of it as a conversation with myself, an easy-to-access time capsule, or a scrapbook that doesn’t require you buying wavy-cut scissors at Micheal’s. I felt like my blog was a way I could remember what I thought was worth remembering by putting it out there for the all-knowing Internet to remember. I remember one of the most meaningful validations to maintaining this blog was some reassurance from an anonymous reader who found some value in what I said. That used to make me skip a heartbeat.

There are a lot of Internet applications out there, and I could argue that at some point I could reflect a true-enough representation of myself donning a utility belt equipped with Facebook, Twitter, Pandora, Last.fm, Yelp, MySpace, what-have-you as I parade around the Internet. And I’m not trying to make excuses. I’m just smoke-signaling the end of an era. I think it’s unusual that I sometimes fear writing liberally on media that supposedly has no rules. I think it sucks that I can have every person I’ve ever met from the last 5 years in Bay (and even people I’ve known in Saudi and the Philippines) on Facebook and feel it’s hunky-dory that we’re only deep enough to be “Facebook Friends.” I’m beginning to feel concerned of what people think of the makeshift identity I’ve constructed with free Internet Web 2.0 apps. Either I’m becoming too sensitive to how much I’ve invested my life to public scrutiny online, or I’m becoming too insensitive to what’s really going on around my physical non-Ghost-in-the-Shell body. Either way, I think it’s unhealthy.

Jamaicanjerk added some mean flavor to my life these past 2-almost-3 years. As of today my posts are private. (No you can’t access them silly, I’m writing them in a brand new notebook. With a pen. And paper. And maybe Post-It’s) All good things must come to an end, and indeed it has been a good run. I think the best feeling to associate this with is Forrest Gump deciding that he’s going to stop running and go home. It’s about that time.

I will still be authoring posts in my new-media baby, Skulls and Spectacles, and maintaining my private Jamaicanjerk and public JarrettBato Twitter accounts for things like food, drink, love, life, art, and music. I sincerely thank you for reading my blog, I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have.

[Motions to pick up imaginary bowling ball, tho’ it, and get an imaginary strike.]

February 12, 2009, 12:18 pm
Filed under: It's a mystery, Just cuz, Luckyyy...., Space

Props to Ian and Owen for the power’s of ten feel for their blog, this looks like a good way to spend a birthday! But no, I shall take Ian’s time machine for a spin, now.

1 Minute Ago: Cyber-stalking celebrities in my new obsession for documenting my life, Twitter. Rhymefest is up to something.

1 Hour Ago: I was in bed awake wondering if I should run this morning but I forgot to charge the iPod last night. Cheap excuse but the bed was just too comfy and warm.

1 Day Ago: I was running to 51st and Telegraph and noticed that I ran the route that I would see if I was driving back to my apartment in Berkeley from Soledad. In Soledad, I would run a similar route where I would pass by the things I would see on the way home. It reminded me of Initial D where they would go over the track they would race in that night on foot so they could appreciate what they’d be passing by at 60 mph.

1 Month Ago: It was the Monday I just came back from my trip to LA and my parents came back home early that morning from San Jose and were still asleep. My grandpa had been taken to the hospital on Sunday because of a high fever just weeks after a new blood transfusion. Things are looking grim, and I was singing passionate karaoke just days ago. My mom’s birthday will be the day after, and I took her out to for her favorite: returning the things she got for Christmas. We talk about how Lolo looked in the hospital. She tells me he jokes that he’s going to hurry it up because my Titas and Tito Boy from the Philippines’ visitor’s visas won’t allow them to stay in the States for much longer.

1 Year Ago: Looks like it was about the time us seniors just came back from Tahoe, and I’m feeling anxious that the people around me are starting to gravitate on to bigger and better things. The playlists I brought on this trip/made in this era are: Frequencies that make me want to go extra hard, Frequencies that make me want to step on clouds, Rythms that make me want to keep on keepin’ on, and Rythms that make me want to straight up tell a girl she’s hot. It doesn’t feel like a recession, but I feel stressed. Amongst pasae-renades, my spirited but conceited participation in Industrial Design class, my struggle to stay afloat in my Discrete Event Simulation class, and the resulting I-love-to-talk-shit demeanor, I force myself to grab on to some time and wonder if I’m doing what I have to be doing. I remind myself that I am the project manager for my Lonely Planet senior project, and yes, indeed, this is what I’ve been created to do. My peers that I look up to await acceptance to great grad schools, I’m feenin’ to do the same. Thanks for the swift kick/slap on the back, Mr. Marlin in New York, Mr. Rodriguez in LA, Ms. Prudencio in LA, Mr. Anandarajah in Berkeley, Mr. Szeto in Palo Alto, and Ms. Cordova in LA.

I think I’m going to run now.

Running in the Rain
February 8, 2009, 10:10 pm
Filed under: Big Idea, I have a dream..., It's a mystery, Rants

I almost wanted to run today, but it was raining when I finally got back to Berkeley. Curiously, I did run in the rain one time in Soledad. Maybe cuz when it rains in Soledad, the sun still shines through the clouds, since there’s soo much space is the Soledad sky. (It is happenin’ in Soledad.) Anyway, when I decide to run the next morning, the night before I would watch youtube videos of Duran, Hearns, or Iron Mike Tyson running in the rain. It’s like if they’re running in the rain I have no excuse not to run. (EDIT: and if M.I.A. can perform at the Grammy’s pregnant, fuck I’ll run 5 tomorrow. Oh my GOD.) I like watching boxers run specifically because I run like that too, more like a fast waddle or really determined walking. I also like reading quotes from Mike Tyson’s first trainer, Cus D’Amato.

“I tell my kids, what is the difference between a hero and a coward? What is the difference between being yellow and being brave? No difference. Only what you do. They both feel the same. They both fear dying and getting hurt. The man who is yellow refuses to face up to what he’s got to face. The hero is more disciplined and he fights those feelings off and he does what he has to do. But they both feel the same, the hero and the coward. People who watch you judge you on what you do, not how you feel.”


There are definitely things I have to do. I feel it now more than ever. It’s just sometimes, I feel like I just want to be there when I tell the story. Alas, there’s the thing that creates the story in the first place, which needs to happen sometime.

I need to unpack already.

R.I.P. Lolo Ike
January 31, 2009, 12:21 am
Filed under: It's a mystery

I dunno if the Internet reaches all the way to heaven, but I just want to say I believe I’ve inherited my subtle sense of fashion, my freedom to fart out loud, my tendency to find pleasure in solace, and my unstoppable dancing feet from you. I am nothing but grateful. Rest in peace, Lolo Ike.

I see you lolo

The Pilgrimage



new watch

picture in picture

all growed up

lucky shot

sunny in january

fixed gears in LA =? irony

star studded

in repair, not together but it's getting there

the pilgrimage

This holiday season has concluded with what feels was my real new year’s celebration.

Just a couple notes about the trip for future reference.

  1. Next time bring good walking/running shoes.
  2. Instrumental CDs are not good for conversation rides; utilize the sing-a-longs.
  3. When in doubt, Karaoke Bar. Nothin’ out your mouth but the anthems of our generation. I’m positive my future wife will be in a karaoke bar. I will find you.
  4. My Soledad driving skills annoy LA drivers and I love it. (Sorry I can’t hear you over me singing Usher and riding 65 mph)
  5. Visiting college campuses is clutch. I should’ve brought my camera, or at least backpack and a purposeful stride.
  6. It’s all about friends of friends of friends.
  7. “Man laws about women objectify women. All’s fair.” – One wise man in San Diego.
  8. 1 out of 7 pictures seem to turn out pretty good when I keep the Canon in the passenger seat and snap as the sun sets.
  9. Sara Bareilles put out a surprisingly good album. (eep)
  10. The Forester drives like a champ! Need to fix that body roll, and perhaps a flat-six engine swap for that cruising speed.

My life is due for innovation.