Branding Myself. Moo.

Cameo.

Gone in Sixty Seconds with Nicholas Cage and Angelina Jolie.

Toward the middle of the movie, during the big car boost, the token black guy (he wears sunglasses the whole time; no one saw his eyes, ever) acts as a valet driver at a restaurant to steal a what appears to be a white Bentley. The driver of that car, who happens to be an old white guy, gives the black guy 2 quarters as a tip. Anyhow, if you find that scene, can you please tell me the name of that restaurant where this all took place?

And yes, there is a prize for the winner.

I Couldn't Help It.

I'm in class right now, learning in InDesign (a design program), and my teacher keeps saying:

Pen Tool.

Pen Tool.

Pen Tool.

Now Make Your Neck Work.

Sleepy Baby - video powered by Metacafe

Entwatis.

Not Clear.

Holy.

I don't know how you can beat the Spurs now.

It's Been A While

Damn, has it been that long? I have to catch up (blogging that is) on two weekends worth of memories. In the meantime, here's some interesting read:

The Matterhorn is actually sinking, and the water from the Submarine ride is keeping it up. That's why they won't drain it (which paved the way for the new Nemo ride).

Sooner or Later, He Turns on Everyone.

Interesting.

I Surprised Myself.

A Miracle on San Pablo.

Long story short, we were heading to Nation's for some g-rub and while talking about the state of the Filipino community next year, a cop pulls us over. Mind you, it was about 2:30 am and no one is on the streets because of two reasons:
1. It's Oakland, California.
2. It's Oakland, California at 2:30 am.

We all look at each other, sure that the driver was getting a fat ticket. The hunger went away. Re-enactment:

Driver: "How's it going officer?"
Cop: "Why are you driving so fast?"
Driver: "Was I, I wasn't aware officer."
Cop: "You were going 40 on a 30."
Driver: "For real? My bad officer."
Cop: "Where you heading to?"
Driver: "Nation's. We just came from SF."
Cop: "Let me see your license."
Driver: "Sure."

Cop leaves back to his car, I didn't say a word as I sat on the passenger seat. I stared at the black and white behind me, willing for him not to start writing. For what seemed like an hour, he stood outside his squad car's door; he seemed deep in a moral tug of war: whether to be a jerk or to let us go and use the money we would have used for the ticket for some Strawberry Tart. He comes back.

Cop pulls out his gun...


PSYCHE! This was added for suspense.


Cop comes back, does the right thing and let's us off with a warning.
We go to Nation's, ate heartily, and smiled, knowing that we could have been in jail, or worse, with an expensive ticket. Exciting.

Inspirational.

Good morning Earth.

I came into work today, somewhat not-sleepy; an achievement considering I only got about 4 hours of sleep. People say that I've worked too much these past two weeks. Hm. Another day another dollar.

I've been meaning to blog about this particular instance when a homeless person (at least he seemed that way) came into the Alumni House, I believe a week ago, to use the piano. I figured I'd hear him out, entertain us while we did our usual clean up. I wasn't expecting much and he seemed harmless.

He killed the piano. He played, nay, IMPROVISED jazz tunes with a ragtime beat. This guy was good. He played passionately, with him being his own audience. Swaying his head from left to right as he accented an A, tapping his foot to a soft repetitive melody; he looked content. He came again this morning and we exchanged good mornings. He played for 30 minutes while I walked around. Goes to show culture is everywhere. He left before I could get his name.

He looked content.

Mummy From Oakland.

For my what-the-hell moment of today:

I got out of work "early" at 3 and decided to get some Steve's (#4). I was waiting at the where the bus stops, or what Berkelians call a "bus stop" right by Fresh, and some dude by the name of Josh comes up to me. Here's the conversation from memory:

Me: (Minding own business, listening to Clipse on the headphones, Steve's BBQ on the left waiting to be devoured)
Josh: (In a creepy manner) "I would just like to say that I loved your costume for Halloween. I know this is a delayed reaction by I didn't get a chance to say it to you after class."
Me: .... (After 5 seconds) "Ummm...thanks man. What's your name?"
Josh: Josh.
Me: (Shakes his hand) "Thanks man, I appreciate it."
Josh: (Walks away)

Mind you, Halloween was 7 months ago.

Glorious!

websudoku.com
hard puzzle #2107701444
completed at 10:15 am

My life is complete, my work shift isn't. Ha!

Worst Movies. Ever.

Cool Things In The Afternoon.

I'm surprised no one has thought of this earlier.


I'm starting to feel this 9-9 job deal. When I say feel, I don't mean it in the cool way; I mean it literally. This grind is tiring. But that's what it is, a grind.





All good.



Damn, can an already dope song sound even better?
(Some obnixous dude from the crowd) "Yeah!"
"That Girl" by Pharrell remixed by ?uestlove of The Roots. I really REALLY hope the record company pushes for this album. I've been listening to the songs on ?uestlove's MySpace and *resumes hard headbopping.*

?uestlove is a BEAST.


Hustle!

*Roll Credits.*

Ashy to Classy.

More Cool Things In The Morning.

Cool Things Early In The Morning.

I can't wait for the first ones.
Good concept for the second ones.
Industrial design at its best. Looks almost unweighted. Would get when it releases.
I would rock the last ones, if not use the color way. (Shhh.)
I don't know if we would have cool things in the afternoon. We'll see.

Random.

I just realized I can't raise my right eyebrow. Can't.

Milk Was A Bad Choice.

You're joking.

Updates Galore.

Sorry for the lack of updates, there hasn't been a call for it. There really isn't a call for this one, but I figured it's due. Let's see:

-Work is overtaking most of my time...slowly...but surely.
-I haven't been working on any shoe because of the above reason.
-I NEED to work on shoes.
-I NEED to work on my canvas.
-I NEED to work on some poems (thanks man).
-No, I haven't made a decision. It's like water in the freezer, it just gets harder and harder.
-I NEED to make up better metaphors.
-I haven't bought shoes in about a month, and the whole world is collectively holding their breaths until I do.
-I NEED to collaborate.
-Graphic Design, Advertising, Illustration?
-I NEED to shave, desperately.
-Money DOES rule the world. I guess I'm extraterrestrial.
-I NEED to catch up on the following shows: The Simpsons, Family Guy, Grey's. (Did I just say that?)
-I NEED to watch 300 again.
-I NEED to see you...soon.

However needy this may seem, I am actually satisfied where I am right now, so I'm basking like a oily turkey. Until the next "NEED" post....take care of yourself, and each other.

Yo Homes Smell Ya' Later.

Want to Go?

Let's go?

Day.

Eventful day recap:

-Warriors up 3-1.
-Lakers exact opposite.
-Bridge connecting 580 to 80 just before the Bay Bridge collapses.
-Had first Ben & Jerry's pint in a month.
-Regrets the above, returns to detox tomorrow.

-Still don't know what to do.
-Everytime I think I've made a decision, something comes up that I think is a sign that I'm making the wrong decision. And the I over analyze the sign, rethink the whole situation, wash, rinse, repeat. It's not getting cleaner. I've even been thinking about all the advice I've received throughout my academic career. Will I be wasting my earlier years if I go do this? Will I be asserting the fact that I may never be in this situation again? Maybe it was a fluke, and that I was led to this very moment not because of what I wanted to do, but because I never realized it before. Now that I know what it is, or at least I think so now, I don't know how to handle it because it's still tough to get rid of the old me. I was set for the future, I knew, nay, I SAW what I was going to be in 10 years. But that was 3 years ago, and I did not see this. Blindsided, recovering may take more than good grades and good intentions; I'm lacking that something I need. I don't know what it is, but I know it's missing. Like that noodle dish that you had a long time ago that you really liked, and then you try it again years later and find that it's just not the same, but you can't quite put your finger on it? It's like that. It's funny too how you try and not think about it, but somehow leads to that very topic. I guess that's the definition of a "bottom line." I stared at a pair of shoes today, fantasizing that somehow it'll talk to me and tell me what I should do. My creativity process has been breached, and I can't reboot. I stare at the same pair, and then I look at my brushes, my paints, the knives, my black bandana and plaid nurse mask, I look at the posters around me, the broken desk lamp, the Crucifix, the picture of her and I, the books, the loose papers, the doodles, the orange boxes, the colors, the sketches, pens, pencils, markers, Post its, hats, paper bags, trash, clothes, the Artists' Way, my poetry book, everything.

I couldn't find an answer.

Authentic Japanese Sashimi

Thoughts of The Day.

I just got back from the 20th unveiling of the Maganda magazine, and I am inspired. I showcased my first canvas work and I got pretty good feedback. I'll look into it. Then again, I feel that way everytime I go to events like this, but something about this particular one makes me feel like it is possible. Then, then again, maybe it's the situation; I just needed it. Maybe it was because the best spoken word artist I know (and a personal inspiration) convinced me to do a piece at probably the biggest and most relevant stage that I've ever recited at. I really wanted to hear him speak so he told me that if I recited, he would too. Worth it. He had new material about the Vietnam War and such. We caught up during intermission and this guy is doing the business man.

"I'm not a businessman, I'm a business, MAN."

He just got back from the Berkeley Collegiate Slam Finals in Michigan and Cal got 4th. I immediately regret not competing because the team they sent there was STACKED.
He's competing on the Berkeley Slams for the right to go to Nationals.
-Youth Speaks Finals.
-Something else that involves poetry and traveling very far.
-Honored to be able to design for this guy.

Time to hustle.

Song of the day: Case- "Missing You"

Ideas For The Room.

Because the room is so boring. And dirtay.

Can't Think Of a Good Title.

What I'm going to be wearing tomorrow:


If it gets cold:Reminder:
-Cardigan.
-Scarf/Yashmagh.
-Long Sleeve Button Down.
-Tie?
-Same bottom half, different material.

-Search for glasses.
-4-finger ring.

Catchup Ketchup.

Sorry about the lack of updates folks; it has been an eventful weekend. With Senior Weekend, PCN, NBA Playoffs weekend, and work, there hasn't been time to provide you nosies with gossip material. Wamp. Anyhow, Senior Weekend, more specifically, Scavenger Hunt in SF was fun according to the people who participated. The presentations were fun as well. Each car was told to make up a song describing their experience during Senior Weekend or the Scavenger Hunt (or both). I must say, there are some potential PCN-ers there. Because of a time constraint, we weren't able to meet in a warm, enclosed room like planned, so we had to make do with the cold Norcal winds outside. To keep them warm, I had everyone get super close to each other (yeah) and do variations of the wave (remember high school graduation?). They had fun with that. Exhausting.

Sunday: PCN, drunk fun, sister with some questionable lines, great traditional dancing/stunts, drama for everyone's Mama (except mine and my sister's since we have the same Mama), and a gallon of water.

As predicted, the Lakers CANNOT win with just Kobe alone. Down 2-0 with a blowout yesterday? Come on. You're making me NOT want to buy season tickets.

Anyhow, my situation has been made more difficult. Only if I could see into the future, then I'd know EXACTLY what I have to do now. Time is not helping either.

Mosaic Generator.

Mosaic Generator.

Reminder.

This Saturday, the 21st. THESE come out. Which one do you want?

Also, self post it: Sign up for THIS.

Also, another self post it: SLEEP.

In Case of Emergency.

Whee! Can you tell the Arsonist to do it again?

Speaks Volumes.

Don't slow down, ever.

Honey, They Shrunk The Lakers (Kobe)

That doesn't even look like Kobe.

Yesterday Again.

I just remembered something from yesterday:

I was wearing:
-Nike Basketball Shoes (Cal colors).
-Nike Shorts (Black with pockets).
-Plain T-Shirt (White).
-Plain High Ankle Socks (Black).

I was dribbling a leather ball. For some odd reason, everytime I would bounce the ball, I'd shock myself. So the ball would hit the floor, then hit my hand. A millisecond before it touches my hand, static shock. Every single time. I couldn't explain it, so I thought to myself:

I'm going to shock someone unexpectedly.

It didn't work though. Probably if they had leather skin.

But it was the first time that's every happened to me. It felt kind of good, it a dangerous, super hero way. I imagined shooting the ball and sparks flying out of my hand. Then making it. Yeah, whop.

Another Page.

It's ironic that while I am writing this entry that my roommates are watching "Stranger Than Fiction" in the other room. What if I was Harold Crick?

Anyhow, this is to amuse me later.
-Some normal looking dude on the bus HOLLARING at every chick he lays his eyes upon.
Lessons I picked up:
-Don't talk about your clothes. Not interesting.
-Don't talk about how you got your clothes. If the first one wasn't interesting enough.
-Don't forget her name. If you do forget her name, make sure to at least remember that you asked her for it.
-Don't wear a rugby shirt with black formal shoes. Not only is it NOT AT ALL interesting, you'll also look old and pervert-y, like you just got off a 9-5 job, threw on a Cal Rugby shirt (thinking you'll fit in, somehow), and hitting on chicks on the 51. Which leads to the number one lesson:
-DON'T HIT ON CHICKS ON THE BUS! If you do, be more subtle about it. Talk softer so no one but the girl hears you...


Stupid.

Bottomless?

If you can recall, one of my earlier posts was about my neighbor throwing up for about 3 hours in the middle of the night. He is my neighbor and I got to interview him on the bus today.

Me: "Somebody was throwing up cows that one night."
Neighbor: "Yeah, that was me."
Me: "Cool."
Neighbor: "Yeah, this one place in Oakland called Coach Sushi. It's dangerous."
Me: "How so?"
Neighbor: "Bottomless cold sake for $3.50, and you can share, so it's like $1.75."
Me: "Bottomless? That does sound dangerous."

Waiting's Great.

I'm glad I resisted buying those earlier Dunkestos.

Reason:

Crazy Delicious

Give Me My Money.

Yankees Suck!

Crazy day. First of all, I forgot that I had work at 9 today. I realized it when I was brushing my teeth at 2. So I went to work around 15 minutes later, came in my gym clothes because I hoped to work out after (didn't). Left at 4 something because I had to get home. I seriously didn't know why I forgot; has it been that long?

Maybe.

Anyhow, side thought: I'm actually writing this entry while sitting on the toilet BECAUSE the opposite bathroom is being occupied by probably the loudest, most raunchy-sounding puker ever, and it's been about 30 minutes. He's been puking for 30 minutes. Right now he's moaning like a horny goat. Sounds like there's tears involved too. Only if I could record this.

Anyhow.

I had to get home today because a friend of mine got us tickets to the A's vs the Jankees baseball game. SO MUCHO FUNO. It went to extra innings, we made fun of Yankees fans around us, we got to sneak in to such better seats; seats behind the Yankees dugout. Yes, I will post pictures later. A's won in the most dramatic fashion, and we were there to see it. Even though I wasn't a fan, you couldn't help but applaud dramatic competition. Speaking of competition, Lakers are slipping at the wrongest of times. Are they even going to make the playoffs? Hmmm....

Last night.

The old roommates called me up to play some pool at the local hall. I've never been. It was a poolhall slash bar, and it was nizice. Nice lighting, nice atmosphere, nice people, nice everything, except for the sorry teammates I had. One of them being my girl roommate and the other being my power hungry boss. Yeah, that one. She sucked. Remember the pool episode in Fresh Prince when Uncle Phil was pretending to suck at pool? Yeah, imagine that but not pretending. Seriously, the cue was taller than her. We lost. Oh well, it was fun, must make another trip.

Last night part deux.

After the poolhall, hunger struck, so we rushed to try and make it to the In-n-Out in Pinole, a city about 15 minutes away. We didn't make it, but check it: we almost died getting there. We were on the middle lane, with the old roommate's friend driving when out of nowhere a white cedan from the right late lost control and somehow ended up completely horizontal (imagine the capital letter T) right in front of us. We came so close to hitting that car. Crazy, brought back memories. We were fine, but the other car made some pinball moves before ending up on the right shoulder (it bounced off the center divider first).

Then Usher- Nice and Slow came on the radio. We sang, decided to hit up Nation's*. Ate, went home.

*Fresh Strawberry shortcake is bizzack!

Update on Puker across the way: Some of his friends are helping him get up. I guess he doesn't live there. Then I hear a flesh thud, a moan, and then silence.

Nevermind, he's at it again. Still sounds chunky.

Sickest Skateboarder.

Whisper/Rapper

I Got To Say.

I didn't even have to use my AK. I got to say, today was a good day.

First and foremost, the weather is cooperating. So thank you.
Work was like a midget prostitute; easy and short.
Because of the above reasons, I decided to go materials shopping. I got:
-A resupply of paints, including BLACK.
-A pair of Nike Free 6.0's FINALLY. Second only to the Presto in comfortability. Oh, and for half off.
-A MOTHERLOVING TOOLBOX. Actually, it's called a "Designer's Tool Box" and is made by the same company who makes those dope erasers. Staedler? The thing is though, I was so anxious to buy one already that I forgot that I have a lot of tools, and it didn't all fit. All my regularly sized paints fit, but not the extended ones. Oh well, I'll just ask my boss to get me a bigger one. This will be my "fanny pack" toolbox; I'll get the "duffel bag" one later.
-A can of compressed air.

Also, a client came by today to pick up a job he gave me over break. This guy is actually from an alternative band that is quickly picking up popularity here in the Bay Area (they're playing in Lower Sproul on Monday!) Being the business man, he wanted to efficiently market his band without being too costly. Solution: make a stencil of their logo instead of silkscreen. GENIUS. So he had me make the stencils for the hats and shirts. It was so small, but hey hey. It came out pretty clean, so he'll test it out today with fabric paint ( I suggested spray paint because the lines are narrow and it can peel the paint off), and we'll see. But for my services, he gave me hefty amount today and will cut me a portion of their profits from the sales, if they make enough.

Anyhow, got to get back to work. Got too much shoes to paint. Don't worry, I didn't forget about you.

P.S.
-I finished my first Sudoku on Medium difficulty! Hell yeah, that mess has been owning me these past couple of weeks. But not today, after an hour, I filled you up more than a Dunkin' Donut. Next stop: HARD.

Click.

Random snapshot of time.

Eating.
Listening to DJ Armstrong's Bittersweet.
Weather is super sunny, almost too bright. I bet it's deceptively cold.
"...Relax yourself..."

I'm Still Using The Term.

Yo! It sounds so great!

If I Had A Dollar For Everytime I Heard A Yes.

Concert Update:
-Musiq.
-Thursday, August 2nd.
-Grove of Anaheim.
-Goes on sale 04/14/07 at noon?

I'm already there.

And...

Second Chance Reminder.

John Mayer second show:
-June 10.
-Hollywood Bowl.
-Tickets go on sale this Saturday on Ticketmaster.

Fat Update.

Lent is over, so I decided to document my gluttony. Sort of like "Super Size Me", except with words, and without McDonalds (yet).

Last night (4-10-07)
-Steve's #4.
-A pint of New York Super Fudge.

Today (4-11-07)
-Shopao.
-5 Purefoods (red) hotdogs.
-A pint of Willie Nelson's Country Peach Cobbler*.

*This is good.
-Peach Ice Cream with Cinnamon-Sugar Shortbread Pieces & a Peach Swirl.
Ben & Jerry's, you guys are crazy.

Stussy Sample Sale

Saturday, April 14
Beckman High School
3588 Bryan AveIrvine, CA
10AM-2PM.

You Got Mayo.

Whoop whoop! It is not a game people!

Like Sleeping on Clouds.

You can take them apart and manipulate them as you like! It doesn't look comfortable now...but something about them just so cool. Speaking of cool...








How about a door that says "enter"?
Or a botox procedure that says "shift"?
Or a house that is labeled "home"?
Or the fire escape to say "esc"?
Or to say to someone annoying "Stop typing stupid"?

Yeah, that's cool.

Awards for Creativity? I'm so like, there.

I Just Found Out.

The future is scary. In every sense of the word. I would like to meet myself in 5 years to see if what I predicted came true. If I'm right, I have a lot of things to catch up on.



I pray to God I'm wrong.

Do Not Disturb Me In Public.

I've always wondered how it would look like if technology mingles with fashion.

TA-DA!




No, we don't look stupid at all. Thanks for the comment though.

Pray, Pray...

Laker playoff tickets go on sale April 7th, at 10am.

Ticketmaster.com

Know The Best.

That's the only way you'll get there.

Lazy.

I'm only 17!

You pay for half.

More the come.

Urbanizing.

What do you guys know about "urbanizing"? Seriously, this has to be the dumbest thing, but I'll play along. I'll redo the design to fit the whole "Come-to-Cal-because-we're-urban-theme". You guys just don't get it. Just because it's "urban" doesn't make it "cool". You guys have it more twisted than a pretzel. Get your acts together; see the bigger picture and ask yourselves this:

Why am I really doing this?

Misc. projects:
-Redesigning the SW shirts. (Try and have one done by Saturday for proper processing).

The Blue Fixed.

Courtesy of Honeyee: Hiroshi Fujiwara.
You're a beast.

If I Don't Go, I'm Stupid.

53.4 PPG.

Another SB Managetois.