07-30-08: Walking on Clouds

I seem to always be color coordinated in my choice of apparell when I
fly. Here my dirt navy blue vans classics lay on a dirty NWA carpet.
I'm so über fashionable. Hip Hop fashion has nothing in me, G.

I love when I yawn so hard I drool.

Sometimes us Amerasian minorities feel the need to try and live like
our distant relatives in their homeland. Here we demonstrate sleeping
on a Filipino bunk bed from IQUEA. While not extremely extravagant,
this cost effective and recycled pallet bunk bed is stylish and
defines the word cozy.

My mother's hammock on a gorgeous, sunny, breezy, and beautiful day is
a place I love to let my feet lay.

Sleeping on pentwater beach on lake Michigan. No humidity, fluffy
bright white clouds, and a cool breeze = heaven on earth.

Wish you couldve been there.

07-19-08: Real Talk

It takes a Real Man to just declare to the world that he sharted in his pants.

I am indeed a Real Man.

07-17-08: Fast Forward

I think I need to move.

Wow, I'm successful and married and have kids and live on an island and have my own personal arcade full of all the favorites I learned to love growing up and I can get away with run-on sentences that still have proper punctuation and grammar other than keeping thoughts to their own sentences and I have mega buckos and not a care in the world.

Oh that must be the b-side rarities of the bonus section for the DVD of my life.

If only it was that easy in life. I need a change of pace though. The night life is getting to me (already has gotten to me).


I want to live here.



On this island, Boracay.



In this country.



On this boat.



And watch this every night.






I have been there before. While its not Hawaii, its still paradise.

07-16-08: What dreams may come

I just had one of the best dreams of my life. I was so happy. I just know I was with close friends causing trouble for a few days. I can't remember smiling more in my life than in that dream. Unfortunately, it's only the details at the end of the dream that I can remember. My Ex comes to where I am at, says, "you can leave now." She has her new boyfriend with her and its a scene out of some crazy music video or a surreal dream romantic comedy the protagonist visions of the antagonist trying to make me jealous. She and her friends are dressed in all white with hair tied back, he is in a black suit, and all the while they cheek to cheek making obnoxious kissing faces as german techno is playing in the background.

My heavenly dream turned into a hellish nightmare.

This is how i feel now....

07-11-08: They're Here!!!

I can't sleep. I'm now going to be a mega nerd and wait in line at the Florida Mall for the new iPhone.

Finally, after waiting for over a year or more, the time I have invested in holding off from purchasing the iPhone will pay off by waiting to obtain one this glorious day!

Yayz!


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4 hours later...



I have one!!!! WOOOOOOO!!!! Poor Matt got turned down for whatever reason. He waited there even longer than me and had to get sent to an Apple store. What a build up for a let down. So close yet so far. I was already preparing my poor weary body for the bad news. But fortunately for me, I am a happy consumer. The pain in my knees from standing for 18 hours doesn't even matter anymore.

Now, must get this phone on so I can receive no calls from all my millions "friends." Haha.

07-06-08: Never betray your Kahn

Mongol by Sergei Bodrov.



What an awesome movie. I just stepped back into my minute hut I call a home. In comparison to the King of all Kahn's my place is but a footprint in the largest of all kingdoms.

I had to write about this movie as soon I got into my door. I sit here on the curb outside my house watching the lower class families light the skies yet again with their discounted fireworks all the while in the background, the night sky is dancing with God's own fireworks. Heat lightning, distant thunder, booms, bangs, whistles, cheers, and laughter accompany the chiming whistling of the orchestra of crickets. While the immediate imagery of my current surroundings are uncommonly serene and calming, all I can think about is the amazing cinematography from the film I just had the wonderful opportunity to view.

Inspiring, tragic, heart-warming, violent, dramatic, intense, and calm, this scholarly depiction of the life of Genghis Kahn is well recommended. I encourage you to view "Mongol" while it is in the theaters. You will not be disappointed, unless you are the typical life loser that has to complain and find the worst in everything. :)

07-06-08: Metroridiculousual

Yes I try to keep care of my skin. I work in a very harsh environment. An environment with a complete disregard for the possibility for lung cancer clogged poors. How I just put those two polar opposite ailments next to each other in the same sentence is rather amusing to me.



I, zombie.



Here I am with the aborigines just chillin' out in the bush.

07-06-08: Long gone, but not forgotten....

If there were any source of inspiration and motivation from a young ball of energy, I would say that my friend Nato, whom I have not seen in a couple years, is that amazing person that could inspire anyone to do anything.

I plan on looking up her blog on the reg to see the great leaps and bounds she makes through the endeavors she undertakes. Her photos are amazing. She has a great eye for framing out the most amazing shots for such a small amount of experience. I can't wait to read about your stories Nato. You always had great ones from the insane life you live that most people dream about. I hope to have an iChat again soon and sing Corey Harts's, "Sunglasses at Night" to each other once again.



I still think you and Cancer Chris could be brother and sister.

Kudos to you. If I could leave you Two kudos, like a myspace blog, I totally would! Haha.

Check out Nato Tuke's Blog.

07-05-08: Blaze of Glory

Yes, I did it. I partook in childish antics and it surely did bring out the worst/best in me. Party hoping from one hip kats hip pad to the next. Jumping from a particular scenesters' association annual July 4th business bbq party to another, I got to scope out the latest in ridiculous outfits and "unisex" apparel. From budweiser tank tops, guys in tie dyed onesies, girls in cut off guys shorts, guys in cut off girls shorts, every color t-shirt other than black, shirts and sweaters once thought uncool and stored away in your child hood memories trunk, thought to have been boxed up for the rest of eternity now unveiled once again 20 years later proving that now a days, you can wear a sweatshirt so small it fits like a t-shirt. On that "t-shirt" it is also super cool to have those super amazing uber cool yet lame (or should it be worded the other way around) graphic prints of coyotes and florida tourists landmarks from the 80's. 70's mustaches, fingerless racing gloves, body oder deodorant (or is that just sweat?), silly hats, and your mothers slippers are all the pinnacle of cool this month. Apparently it is a fashion faux pas to not look like a burned out oompa loopma.

Chihuahuas are no longer "hot." Wiener dogs and bull dogs, yorkies and mutts, all go well with those cut off shorts that accentuate your butt. Guys and girls please be aware of this fashion accessory. Mind you however, a slobbering English Bulldog will definitely ruin those retro "pee-wee" model nikes you paid 200 dollars for on ebay. Dog spit and suede are not a good mixture. However, drunk girls in gold metallic bathing suits that blind you in the sun sitting on the edge of inflatable pools are a great source of comical entertainment! It is also a great way to water or rather flood your lawn and soak any poor souls oversized pleather purse that may have made the mistake of leaving it on the patio.

Bikes are the only source of transportation amongst this new found people. From colonial town to the depths of primrose ct we find ourselves in the midst of a battle field. While we may have approach the enemy during their RNR, they were quick to drop their glow in the dark frisbees and nerf balls. With a few swigs off the Shipyard brewing Van's install beer taps, the fight ensued. Bottle Rockets, firecrackers, and more bottle rockets were the main choice of arsenal. Thanks to my friend Anthony supplying me at the front of the lines, I was able to wreak havoc amongst my peers busy drinking their beers. Double-crossing my arms supplier made for great laughs. A particularly place bottle rocket in his satchel draped over his shoulders filled with armaments definitely created a spectacular sight of fear which lead to the hardest laughs I have had in quite some time. Anthony definitely resembled doing an ancient african tribal rain dance before he finally ditched the bag. Lit Bottle Rockets placed in the pockets of tipsy and unknowing victims was also a tactic used by us mischief makers. There were however causulaties of war. One being my t-shirt. Friendly fire is to blame. My own to be exact. A discharged lit wick blown back from the rockets blast propelled its way onto my right lat and began to burn my shirt and thus my skin leaving my enemies laughing hysterically at my misfortune. Lucky us idiots, no one lost a finger or an eye.

The night ended off with a bang of conversations. Fueled by my lack of a better choice of words, the use of particular racist expressions set off a few PC white people. Thus led to the thesis of the night; Rap of today is negatively influencing the majority of people through glorifying ignorance. While I was able to have a discussion which led to an equally agreed upon conversation with my black friend, my white peers still could not see where I was coming from. I blame it on the levels of intoxication, obviously not on my part. However, people realized that I truly am not as stupid as I come across. Respect was gained by many all while Ranyell was spitting beer on a girl and peeing on her in the kiddie pool. A battle of American Minority Gladiators jousting with expelled liquids slamming each other down into the kiddie pool full of pee water splashed us innocent bystanders. We were not pleased, but the fight card for the night was definitely worth being in Shamu's splash zone.

It was a gloomy day at first, but after the rain finally moved on, the heavens opened up with a beautiful sunset, and the skies lit up dancing in every direction. Mischief, smiles, fireworks, good conversation, and pleasant evening rides were a good end to the day. A boy surely can get quite exhausted from having fun. I suppose I could leave the house more often if times like these were guaranteed.

07-04-08: Oh You Bill Pullman!

ID4.

Independence day already? 7 months into 2008 already? Time really does fly after 21. Glad I never drank any of those days away to forget even more of this short and fast paced effort we call life. I can't drive 55. That's fine. I bought a scooter and only drive 40. Slow down life. It's flying by. I don't mind not taking the highways. I'll take the scenic route and enjoy the little things that were put on this Earth say like maybe a lake with large swooping white cranes, jumping fish catching one of many smalls meals throughout the evening, and maybe even a few squirrels burying nuts they will never remember hiding, along with a small little thing called a Sunset.

Anyways, back on track. Independence. What does that really mean? I am off on my own. Living. Yet I am still feeling far from Independent. I have bills and debts to pay. Why couldn't the government and creditors be independent from me. Why do they need my money? Why can't I make certain decisions without being afraid the powers that be will be at my door a knock knockin like the big bad wolf. I'm no little pig and I don't want to let you in. I just want my freedom. My independence. Big Brother who? I'm a big brother. My little brother's name is Phil. Why would I want a big brother that is always spying on me. Are you gay, big brother? Incest is morally wrong anyways. I don't even have any keyholes you could use as a peephole so how do you even watch me undress or run redlights or send my friends e-mails with racist remarks or words like bomb-dida-bomd-di-bomb-bomb? Since when are we supposed to be afraid of the government? For the People, By the People. I guess it could be worse... which I am sure it will be with this two party dictatorship.

Really, for some reason, and yes on another note, July is the time I miss home the most. Something about being home with the people I love during the fireworks. It's a day most problems are completely forgotten. Staring off into the night sky watching it dance with all the colors of the rainbow is quite mesmerizing. Who knew that the comparable sound of gun shots, motor shots, and bomb blasts could be so calming? "I love the smell of fresh napalm in the morning."

Lady In Red. Proud to be an American. Staple songs for the fireworks in Saginaw. For such a doo doo town, it really does hold its place in my heart. Why can't you have more opportunities Michigan? I'd live in you again in a heartbeat if you did.

Independence Day. I don't know what it means to you. But it should mean something. I just watched Akira Kurosawa's Seven Samurai from 1954. An oppressed farming village desperate, scared, and poor, wanting nothing but to be safe and free. Putting themselves out there in the face of humility just to be safe from warring bandits, they humbly approach wandering samurai over and over again with the only offer of 3 meals a day pay, only to be denied based on the idea of greed. Money makes the world go round. Finally, they found Seven Saints By the Sword that took up their offer. How unfortunate that in today's world independence means nothing more than selfishness. What can we do from an independent stand point to help others on our own accord?

Forgive me if this blog is a little ADD.

I don't take Ritalin, just doses of life.