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.

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