blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blah blah blah bah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
everyone makes a big deal out of ex-girlfriend things which makes me think that i should make a bigger deal out of it, but i know that i shouldn’t… it’s all just very silly.

the other night, troy and i went to jeff’s art opening; after we left, we decided to go to this random place near the gallery that looks interesting; it’s called funhouse. anyway, we really didn’t know what to expect — i seriously thought it was even a strip club or something — and it turned out to have this crazy freaking thing going on (see poster above… seriously. now imagine that on stage… which equals a lot of… costumes… and silly accents… including one guy who had a particularly maybe slightly offensive native american character with a really bad beard or something? super confusing.) anyway, the shit was totally awesome because it was free but it definitely blew my mind that: a) it cost $18 usually; b) the room was seriously full; c) the thing was probably sold out; d) it usually cost $18. where the heck did these people come from? i’m so confused. that being said the whole idea is arts-centric programming, which i can get behind… i just don’t get the humor or interest (especially not $18-worth of interest) of that type. but you know, whatever makes people happy? more power to them? congratulations?

no matter what, though, the place itself was totally amazing and they had one room that was full of clown paintings — a couple velvet ones, a couple intensely creepy ones including one that was slightly looking over his shoulder at you, and he was right next to the tv so you always saw him a little bit out of the corner of your eye, and one that was! the! best! thing! ever! and kind of reminds me of this dan lydersen painting with the flying ronald mcdonald… only it was way more epic and was a clown descending out of a sky like jesus. it was so sos oso sosos os oas o soso amazing. (a quick search for a jesus clown is both a good and a band idea…)

anywhooooooooooooot. yeah, they had a wii in that room and the owner or something of the place told us to play super mario forever, which is basically the hacked version of mario that i’ve embedded below. i mean that exact level. we got as far as 9 seconds in (robby got the furthest; he showed up just as the weird theatre piece was ending) and then gave up because it was too hard then moved onto mario 3, and in general, i was just stoked because i had been thinking — i think literally the day before — that i really wanted to play video games. wooooooooooo. we were definitely there for a couple hours. totally ruled, playing video games, in a bar, in a weird room adorned with all things clown…

anyway, blah blah blah. time to go be mihae’s paper editing slave part like five in the past two days! (but i forgot to call her on her birthday so this is kinda my self-imposed help and punishment cycle…)

other than that, though, she got gifted this shit for her birthday so one of my lucky friends coming up is definitely getting one of these…………………! had some of the whiskey rum and the askinosie dark milk chocolate and goat cheese with cognac figs. so fucking good, all of them, but the dark chocolate one wins, of course (it had tiny pieces, like mint chocolate chip, but finer, and pretty much all i need in life is chocolate). definitely learned recently that 90% chocolate is like, seriously, the only chocolate i can eat that i will be satisfied eating just a little bit of. with even like 86% i just keep eating it, waiting for it to get satisfying or something, and it just never does!! i dunno! it’s weird!

i’m fat, though. diet time, soooooooooooon. but first, cupcake royale tiramisu cupcakes tomorrow, since i’m in seattle, and like i said before, i’m totally obsessed with them :/

try your best, natural disasters.

lately i’ve been in a bit of a funk so i haven’t written much. usually after the redefine print deadline push i pretty much want to die and therefore do not do much except for veg out. been playing a lot of ninja gaiden II with alex (and eddie the other day), watching a lotta siff movies reviews here, and working a lot on sushimonsters.com and other projects — new sushimonsters blog, too! wewt wewt. but yeah, if the last (current… spring…) issue of redefine doesn’t sell well… like 50%+, i think i’m done with printing. we’ll see………………………… it’s just………… too hard. yo. i wonder if i should try to hire someone one last time, though, to sell ads… i think i will try that maybe and see how effective they are… :/ but really it seems pointless. hmm. weighing the options here.

but yeah, if the last (current… spring…) issue of redefine doesn’t sell well… like 50%+, i think i’m done with printing. we’ll see………………………… it’s just………… too hard. yo. i wonder if i should try to hire someone one last time, though, to sell ads… i think i will try that maybe and see how effective they are… :/ but really it seems pointless. hmm. weighing the options here. oh yeah, amanda, the boston terrier i used to live with, had like a heart attack earlier this week. maybe she will die soon T__T must visit.

cali tomorrow. james’ wedding. too bad i’m missing a fuckload of events this weekend in seattle. GODAMMIT. if i had known i woulda just stayed here.

anyway, last friday we had a really interesting conversation at work. i wish i’d written about it earlier cause i can’t much remember now but yeah… here’s an attempt.

we got started talking about catastrophes somehow… natural disasters, and then went into some schpiel about how we needed to protect ourselves from natural disasters. first up, earthquakes and how seattle is long overdue for one. we assess our building and think that it should probably be okay since it’s brick and we’re on the top floor. there’s also the olympic sculpture park right next to us.

“triangle of life,” i told them. “not duck and cover.” there were visions of perplexion until i described to them the triangle of life routine and then they understood.

we decide that we’ll take a computer tower — probably mine, since it’s closest to the window and most bulky — to smash our single-paned windows (would be quite a feat really since there are wood bars in between). then we would jump to safety — or wait… we would take one of our ikea tabletops (which is basically just a flat sheet of wood) and use it to lower people… although sucks for the last person, who we’d have to catch on the bottom.

then we’d run to the olympic sculpture park and hide under this black squarish sculpture they have, since its underside is large triangles and it wouldn’t be smushed or anything. after all, there’s a lot of high skyscrapers all around us even though our building is not.

since we’re near the water, kristoph mentions that he has read that seattle’s ports are a top place to potentially smuggle nuclear weapons. what’re we going to do about that?

summer brings up indy’s using a lead-lined oldschool refrigerator to escape from nuclear holocaust in the new indiana jones movie, and we decide we need some of those in our office in case of nuclear war. and who knows, maybe it’ll work in other events, too. someone brings up that we probably won’t even notice that the nuclear radiation is coming until it’s too late, but kristoph says we can see the mushroom cloud before effects. i suggest that with every and any small move, we’ll just jump in the fridge. doesn’t matter what it is — we can find out later. summer says the problem is that we won’t know when to come out. good point. kristoph says that we’ll probably end up in there when the ups guy comes and freak him out.

but then we think… in the event of an earthquake or something, a tsunami is a big deal. what’re we going to do about that? we decide that we should put our lead-lined fridges outside the building and use little chutes to go into them (after all, the islands will feel the wrath of the tsunami before we do)… and we’ll have little drills inside the fridge so that we can drill a hole to eventually open the door of the fridge. and oxygen tanks for when we get out of the fridge. i mention that the fridge has to be IN the water for maximum safety (since sherry’s ex-roommate was in thailand during their last tsunami and she was in the water scuba diving and was safe, but when she got up, the boat they had come in — and all the people from that boat — were gone). hell while we’re at it, why don’t we just build a lead lined submarine so that we can all get to safety? custom-made. with persicope.

then comes talk of the fact that if seattle has a really long earthquake, the ground will liquify (solid liquifaction) and that buildings will sink into the ground. scurry.

that’s the gist of the convo. i’m sure i left some shit out but man, was it amusing.

really, though, living here is scurry.

cirque du soleil, corteo.

cirque du soleil is pretty much always good. but “corteo” is REALLY good. i’ve also seen “o” (one years ago in vegas) and “verakai” (two years ago). “corteo” is the best of the bunch. primarily cause it’s a helluva lot more twisted. i suppose it helps that we got $100 tickets and were sitting in the fourth row and could actually see details on the faces of the people. oh man. totally worth the $50 extra or whatever. meep meep!

the synopsis for “corteo” is basically… this clown dies and the show goes through his procession after death to heaven. or at least that’s what it seems like. some trippy shit, with some pretty cool costumes. below are my favorite clips:

helium dance act, with short midget lady. she was ridiculously cute. there was also a midget man. they were the same size hehe. he was less cute, but still awesome.

wheel act. weeeee.

this one is actually kinda different. the girl wasn’t in the version we saw.

by the way, cirque is based in montreal and there were like, a couple americans and a couple canadians. most everyone was ukranian, russian, or from some other part of the former soviet union. i bet their accents are fecking hot.

a saturday afternoon of vampires and a night of easter eggs.

oh yes this saturday was an interesting one, if not quite unconventional. here goeth.

first off, there was some sort of indian?? hindi?? what?? holiday going on where people were rubbing this pink powder and paint into each other’s hair and shit. they were covered with the stuff. i have NO idea what it was. someone help me out. i tried looking it up but found nothing!

then it was onto the reel girls studio for some good ol’ movie shooting! :0 :0 :0 i was just an extra. i guess?? nick‘s sister is directing it?? so really, i just played a chess-playing buddy in a rehab center. nothing special. i got to show off my fob jammies that say, “hello! nice to meet you,” on them, though. i also managed to get schooled in chess once. so that’s how it goes. i also learned that when your pawn makes it to the end of the board you can GET ANY PIECE YOU WANT. i always thought you had to pick up a piece that had already been eaten. guess not. :[

nighttime was easter egg dyeing time with becky, emme, and emme’s friend, taylor. oh yes. any get together with children = many many many fun quotes. here goes. (by the way, no kids for me for a long time. a long, long, long time. so long it might be as in… never.)

oh yes. i don’t recall dyeing easter eggs much in my life but i know i have done it before, simply because i remember the vinegar and the smell. i don’t, however, recall the actual act of doing it, so this was all new kind of. if i’ve ever dyed easter eggs before, i definitely have never like, decorated them afterwards. silly white people and their holiday rituals. jaykay. but not really hahahsdaosdi but really i’m just jealous because asian kids miss out on these corporate money-making holidays, oh yes.

anyways, in the above pictures, emme made a giant mess. she practically dropped the eggs into each of those cups instead of dipping them. lol.

here is my egg, before face. ahh preeeeeeety.

con faceo.

and now for kiddie quotes!!!! OH YES THE BEST PART IS KIDDIE QUOTES. i do believe that is the thing i will miss most about moving out of my current apartment into a new house… THE KIDDIE QUOTES :[ these are quotes from emme, a four year old girl, and taylor, a three year old girl.

TAYLOR, BEING ANGRY ABOUT SOMEONE SMOKING IN THE GARAGE WHERE HER STUFF IS STORED:
taylor: “she smokes downstairs. it always smells like pot.”

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RYAN, EMME, AND TAYLOR’S CONVERSATION, SPARKED BY EMME’S EXTREME NON-WANTING TO SHARE PARENTS WITH TAYLOR:
ryan: (talking to taylor)
emme: he’s not your friend.
ryan: emme, that’s not nice. say sorry to taylor.
emme: sorry, daddy.
ryan: say sorry to taylor.
taylor: (just nods understandingly)
taylor: (later) “you know i’m going to tell everyone that you said he can’t be my friend.”

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TAYLOR AND EMME ON THE COLOR RED, AFTER PLAYING A BOARD GAME:
emme: “i like red.” (does a dance like the running man).
taylor: “i like red, too.” (does a similar dance)

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EMME, ON NOSE-PICKING:
becky: “don’t pick your nose, emme. that’s gross.”
emme: “i’m like kiel.”

las vegas for christmas? we’re chinese.

december 23rd — first day.
i headed from seattle to las vegas to meet up with my family. got there and went to bellagio hotel to eat a meal with my brother and his girlfriend roxanne while my parents went to this meeting that tried to sell them a timeshare — cause that’s how we got the room in the first place. let me tell you that vegas is a shithole. i am not at all a fan of the place.bellagio cafe meal was subpar and unexciting. i was not impressed. it was expensive, too. afterwards, lord knows what we did, since it was all a blur of walking around on the strip not accomplishing much.

that night we went to go see “mamma mia!” at one of the hotels. it was good. abba. upbeat. very many sexual references. it was goot. not much else to say.

vegas is such a shithole, as i will say again. nothing much to do there but spend money. deja vu. hmm. anyway, its routine goes something like this: gamble, spend money, shop, spend money, rent expensive hotel, spend money, watch shows, spend money, eat expensive and gross meals, spend money, plane tickets, spend money. that sounds about right. the only thing that is kind of worth it is the shows, but even those felt not so exciting this time…

it must be the nature of family vacations that sucks all the joy out of vacationing.
december 24th — second day.
we woke up around noonish and drove half an hour to outlets. spent two hours there. i bought some underpants cause they were cheap and cheap boyshorts are kinda hard to find. also got a skinny tie for lenny (totally cheapo), a pair of crappy nikes so that i can walk around (but they’re so fscking ugly), dippin dots (banana of course), and a t-shirt (which is totally a homage to shrooms!!).

soo… then we left and drove back and waited in line for buffet, but halfway through that line, dad decides he doesn’t want to wait. we’d waited an hour. probably another hour to go. so we leave and go to another restaurant and wait for a half hour, and that line doesn’t move at ALL. so we leave and then go to cafe bellagio (which we went to the previous day), and the line moves faster, except by the time we finished waiting there we’d probably have been in the buffet already. so i was pissed. especially since cafe bellagio or bellagio cafe or whatever the fuck is expensive and NOT GOOD. i got this alaskan salmon burger and it was sick. blahblah.

went to m&m store after that and gameworks a bit to kill time. i pwnz0red in tekken 5. wewt.

then we went back to bellagio to watch “o”. it was good. but not as good as “varekai” which lenny and i saw last year. “o”‘s primary thing is that it revolves around water, but there wasn’t really a discernable storyline, and on top of that, the acrobatics were poorer and many times were off sync. the music and costumes were worse too. they also dragged “staged” audience members on stage, which made the whole event livelier, but also cheapened the overall feeling. as with “varekai,” they had clowns do intermissions, but these clowns were not funny. AT ALL. it was pathetic. varekai was sOoOoo much better. i really don’t understand at all why “o” is so famous. on the flipside, though, the stage for “o” was really really fscking cool, but in all honesty, that was all it really had going for it.

after that we went to circus circus for a bit and gambled minimally (slot machines). gambling is lame. money goes away so fast. whatever.

when we got back, i gave parentals my present to them. i painted them some abstract concoction on a wooden block. granted, i’m not the best painter, but if your kid makes something — or if anyone makes something for you — you should appreciate it. at least a little. last year i made the a collage of family photographs and they feigned interest, but i came back a year later and it was just sitting in its frame on the floor, collecting dust. no time to display it — not even to put it on a bookshelf or something. this is the shit my family is like. i am such a black sheep.

but anyway, this year, i handed them their present and i jokingly said, “here’s my crappy present,” and my dad was like (also jokingly i think), “what kind of crappy thing did you make us now?” and i just kind of nudged it forward. they picked it up, brought it in their room, and didn’t say a fucking thing. i told them they sucked. they didn’t seem to notice and/or care.

moving on, though… cause it gets worse.

december 25th — day three.
the day to head back. airport, airport, airport. not much else. after coming back from the airport, we went to fremont to eat at ophelia. beef stew noodles. good, decent, whatever. here’s where it gets bad. conversation:

mom: so, your godparents will call and invite us over. i bought them a gift basket you can give to them. do you want to give them the wooden plank you gave us?”
me: no?!
mom: oh, you want to keep it?
me: you are the worst parents.
mom: *half-laugh
me: that’s mean (x3).
mom: i just thought if you give them something you made, it’ll mean more.
me: yeah, that’s why i made it for YOU GUYS. i don’t care what the hell i look like to them. that’s mean.
mom: i was just thinking for you.
me: whatever.

assholes. seriously, i have no real qualms about saying, “worst parents ever,” cause that’s so fucking fucked up. what the fuck is wrong with us.

the one funny thing about this trip is that my mom would not fucking stop bitching about fucking EVERYTHING. and my dad kept saying in this weird accent and making sure to only use english: “yes, commander!” and “thank you!” dad can be pretty funny. blahr. SO MUCH BITCHING FROM MOM. that must be where i get it from. fucking suck.

KILL ME NOW.

first half of september 2006.

i’m watching… n/a
i’m feeling… ok.

“it’s been a long time… i shouldn’t have left you… without a dope beat to step to.” mmm this needs updating, and today is the day.

so what’s new? mmm, a lot of things, really. moved to bellevue with lenny and andy [crossett]. it’s not bad. everyone thinks moving in with your bf is such a big deal. i don’t know… oddly enough to me it doesn’t really seem much like anything. it still feels about the same most of the time, lol. but i’m weird.

i’ve been reading andy’s haruki murakami book, “hard-boiled wonderland and the end of the world,” and it is amazing thus far. almost done with, so i hope the conclusion is a worthwhile one. definitely one of his better books i’ve read… right up there with “wind-up bird” if you ask me. very fantasmical. i enjoy.

time to recap the month…
august 28th or so — moved into new apartment. moving was a bitch, but at least we got to move in early
august 30th — i got stuck with moving out of our old apartment responsibilities lol. which was all fine and dandy but then i find out when i go there that there is a FUCKLOAD of stuff that needs throwing out aagh! and to my dismay: NO TRASHBAGS. luckily our neighbor who i have met once or twice lent me some trash bags and some awkward small talk also happened awrrghhhashh awkward small talk!! >_< also… plastic bags filled to the max required numerous trips down without plastic bags, since i only got two from them. and oh yeah knives in one of the plastic bags = stabbing mcstabbersons. but asides from that uh, it’s all good?
saturday, september 2nd — bumbershoot’s first day. hmm, what did i see, i barely even remember. oh yes. parked in queen anne cause that’s the best place to park for bumbershoot in my book — cheap / free and close! anyways, we were walking to the venue and two guys stopped lenny and i on the street asking if we knew who panic! at the disco was. from there they went on this rambling ramble about the music scene, with one younger guy (23? i think he was?) saying some shit about how the seattle music scene was changing because there were big hip-hop people like the blue scholars, bah bah bah, and bah bah bah, and his friend who was ten years older (or probably more than that) was arguing something else… it seemed like they weren’t even arguing about the same thing, but nonetheless, they were really into the shit, so whatever floats their freaking boats. yeaup. ended up giving them a copy of my mag and the older guy said he’d e-mail and that he thought it was cool / interesting and that he always wanted to get into writing, but that hasn’t happened yet!

anyway, onto the venue, mmm… started out by going towards the exhibition hall where there was a bitchy staffs person, and started to watch the thermals and was unimpressed, so we left. then we headed over to watch some film festival one reel thing, and that was pretty cool. it was like 8 short films… one was a failed pilot episode of some hbo show called “the pity card,” with zach galfinikas (or whatever) in it… it was really funny… then some thing about how this one type of squid hatches its eggs like stars (rather than burying them in the ground), and then there was this documentary spike lee made about al gore that was never publicized because someone democratic exnayed it, but it was really kind of amusing, and a few others i don’t quite remember so well… .. . hmm! time to consult lenny for a refresher: wallyball, playing volleyball with people at the united states and mexican border (hitting the volleyball over the fence). there was also another one where a guy gave away oranges and asked people if they were anyone’s favorite person, and it showed three different responses… iono.

after that we went to check out the rubber band dance group at some theatre and it was hip-hop mixed with ballet kind of thing. the northwest ballet people SUCKED. the first part of the rubber band dance group was awesome, one really cool thing with music by the rza or some wutang person, and another light-hearted one with very hawaiian-sounding music and lots of footwork (but not a lot of upper-body work), playing on the idea of a girl who bullies around a guy or something. i don’t remember. some really good stuff, though, except the piece they ended with was the lamest. why they did that, i’m not so sure.
monday, september 4th — i obviously don’t remember what happened on the 3rd, lol. on the 4th, went to bumbershoot again… free tickets, i mean, why the fuck not? it was my first time going. i think it’s well worth it, honestly… as long as you’re open to looking at more than just music. the other stuff balances it well, i think. anyways. went with lenny and jennifer [villaruz] — we were supposed to see metric before, so i thought, hey, we should see metric this time and i gave her a free ticket. i also had two extra tickets which i ended up selling (with the help of jenn) for $20 apiece. good shit. now to make up the other $200,000 i’ve lost from magazine printing lol! jk. le sighs. speaking of magazine printing, going to put together a mock glossy copy with low run distro of 30 and try to get distro deal… ingram distributors has expressed interest if they can see it in glossy format. they’re one of the biggest. the implications of that? i’m not so sure.

anyways, went there and saw copeland right away. they were… okay. kind of boring, to be honest. honestly, i don’t think i was expecting much better anyways. they were good for about 1/2 and then it was like, “god this hour is too long.” at least his voice got better. it started off really scratchy and out of pitch and bad. after that, we went went to go see go like hell in the EMP. nice venue; i think they remodeled it or something, cause it didn’t seem so nice when we went to see jimmy eat world there back in like, i dunno, shit, 2002 or something. damn, time flies by fast. anyways, go like hell was okay. their singer chick had an awesome raspy voice, but punk seriously bores me… one guy was wearing no pants and a thong. hot. after that, went to the main stage to see atmosphere. fucking boring, but it was cool how into it the crowd was… they were totally waving their arms in unison and oh yeah, a load of them freaking went there and waited like 3 hours in advance, wtf! so they basically went to bumbershoot to see one thing or something. crazy. hardc0re! extreme! atmosphere’s stuff was okay during the songs with live bands, but the others were whatevers. halfway thru atmosphere’s set, left to go see feist, and she wasn’t bad… talked a lot, though. i don’t really care if people talk… they are, after all, the artist, and they are more than just a robot, but these two chicks there with their husbands were downright livid. they were like, “she talks to much! i don’t want to be here!” one of them wanted to leave feist’s set halfway to go see metric, but her bf was like, “i want to stay here,” and she’s like, “BUT I HAVE NEEDS TO!” lol, it was amusing. anyway, halfway thru feist’s set, we left to see metric, and metric was SO GOOD. it is one of the only shows i’ve been to in seattle where the whole crowd was actually moving and dancing and into it. there was this one raver dude there who was totally full-fledged into it and dancing his ass off, and it was awesome. i think some people were making fun of him and he left, but i’m not entirely sure, actually. or maybe he THOUGHT people were making fun of him and left when they weren’t. shrug. it was fucking awesome, though, even if most of the songs they played were NOT songs i was familiar with, it was easy to get into it. go metric.

oh yes, i should mention that i got cut from my city of kent job. so uberly lame mclamers. basically… dea had told me that i could start full-time whenever i wanted, because sacha went out early. well, obviously, i took on some responsibilities i needed to finish up. she wasn’t supposed to be going out until late october, but instead, she went out the end of august. i was going to start full-time towards the middle of september, since i had planned to go home from september 6th to the 10th and we had decided that really early on when they worked up a schedule and forced me to stick to it, but nOo then the bitch is like, “we need someone full-time now, so peace…” and btw she didn’t say it to my face, arian from big fish told me. fucking lame ass shit, dude. i really think it’s cause vince was pushing to keep me around but then he got a better job and left, so she’s like whuteva, i don’t need to keep her around anymore. biatch. sOo yeah now i am looking for a job again… hoping to get a job @ evogear, so uh hopefully i hear back from them about the second interview soon? :/

le sighs. for now, i am doing some contract bullshit work for microsoft, some freelance crap, and working almost full-time at volt (for this week anyway), so we’ll see. at least i still have money coming in, lol, and big fish owes me 1k plus. so yeah. whuteva. bitches.

i’ve become a clotheshorse lately. how lame. is that what it’s come down to?!!!
tuesday, september 5th — went to a drum n’ bass show with tony [cordova] and yuki and nate [davis] showed up too! yay! good stuff. well, okay, let me rephrase: okay stuff. we went to see pendulum. not the biggest fan, i’ll be honest. couldn’t really get into their beats, but the war room was cool. haha tony and yuki went out to get some beer out of my car, and turns out they missed the end of the set without even knowing it. eediots. and we went to jack in the box afterwards and they were making some loud ass gay jokes in the car and the guy at the window was gay and then i was like sorry for the rowdiness, and he just shook his head. hukkkk. bOoOo so mean. anyways. yes, pendulum was just okay. hopefully aaron simpson & zacharia tag team this friday the 22nd will be much better. i can’t imagine that it wouldn’t. CAN’T WAIT. hopefully no one flakes out on me!

bleh so tired of talking to PR people!
wednesday, september 6th – went home… lenny had to leave work hella freaking early for it, but yeah. the initial trip — aka as soon as i got off the plane — was filled with buttloads of bitching about my clothes, my job, etc. — luckily, that subsided for the rest of the trip. surprisingly, actually. but yeah, went home, went to eat food, cause that’s what we do, and that’s that.
thursday, september 7th — went to sherry’s and hung around her house. didn’t do too much. went home and went to eat at some NASTY ASS FUCKING RESTAURANT. which my parents were raving about. but it was sOoOo not good — nothing had flavor. they soon came around and agreed with me. cause it was gross. man. went to go look @ phil’s cats. or maybe that was thursday, i don’t know. but they had these two little cats, cept now they are kind of full-grown, so it was not as exciting. one of them was like retarded and incapable of eating food, though — every time it ate food, it’d spit it out again and pick it up again and spit it out again (on accident). they feed their cats bread. WTF?
friday, september 8th — drove around the bay area taking photos of sushi restaurants — from oakland to alameda to hayward to san leandro to blah to san ramon… yeah. almost got the hook-up with a family friend’s restaurant of san ramon, but not enough time so that fell through. damnit… need tutorials T__T the number of visitors to sushimonsters has been declining. BAD. VERY BAD. it’s cause i’m the only asshole who works to get traffic. godamnit. anyway, at nighttime, went with dahye to xinlei’s house to play poker. lost ten bucks. shit i think i barely won any hands at all. it was quite pathetic, actually. a couple of xinlei’s friends were there, and she totally lives in the sticks of walnut creek. hella fucking far from the freeway, and she still pays more in rent than us in bellevue! yay! fuck the bay area. i can’t think of a reason to live there (minus friends maybe), really. maybe if i were blinging out of my ass.
saturday, september 9th — went to the winchester mystery house with xinlei, her bf matt, and sherry. it was uhhhh okay. not as exciting as i had remembered it to be. honestly? i think i confused some dream i had with reality or something, because i distinctly remembered this one area, but… it… didn’t exist. yeah. i am a freak HOOOO T_T anyways. i ordered some clothes from ebay. where the fuck are they! godamn my clotheshorseness! anyways, there was also this “behind the scenes tour” which was a couple bucks more, so we took it, and it was a little more exciting… showed us the basement and coal shoots and how the elevators worked and stuff… yeah. sherry said they should have had the behind the scenes take place first, and i think she is right! oh well, though. dude, they had an arcade there with fucking mario brothers arcade game, wtf? i played the simpsons arcade game… the side-scrolling one like double dragon type. speaking of video games… alex’s ex had all of his video game consoles when they broke up so uhh now they’re all hers. that just makes me mad :X i want a nintendo bad. T__T i rhyme. went home and ate dinner with family and roxanne, and after dinner, sherry and i went to the theatre to watch “little miss sunshine” — IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME, even if steve carrell didn’t play a huge noticeable role. very cool characters who made an outrageous plot believable.
sunday, september 10th — came home. la la la. think bought groceries @ the korean market near our house, paldo world. that place is weird. they don’t sell chicken. do koreans not eat chicken!!!! although, i can’t really think of where they use chicken, minus the fried chicken you see at some restaurants. DUN DUN DUN, THE MYSTERY QUESTION: DO KOREANS NOT EAT CHICKEN!?

in other news, i don’t remember much of what happened each day minus a couple things: someone made us a craft sushi monster. it’s fucking pimp!!!!!!!!!!!! i’ve started playing diablo 2 again, cause it’s good for you. we don’t have a table, so we need to go buy one tomorrow @ ikea. k i guess we’re going wednesday.

i don’t think i mentioned anywhere that some day in august, lenny, posa, linh, and i went to shota sushi & grill, and we got a huge ass platter of sashimi (disgusting) and what we wanted was a godamn video of the chef preparing something, but that didn’t happen. i did try every kind of fish though,and in conclusion: aji (spanish mackeral) is pretty good, but my favorite is sockeye salmon, which is apparently weird. but whuteva! at some point we also went to isami next to uwajimaya, and that place is fucking gross.

yupyup.
friday, september 15th — crossett rented some movie called “alice” (or “neco z alenky”) by a czech director, jan svankmajer. it was AMAZING. what was also amazing was a short that was on the dvd, “darkness light darkness”. it was a bunch of body parts coming together to form a person in a tiny room — a body made of clay. AWESOME. he’s like a surreal cinema guy, so his other work used puppets, props like animal skulls, and clay to get the idea across. AWESOME. right up my alley.

saturday, september 16th — watched the fucking ong-bak sequel movie, “the protector” with posa, linh, lenny, and alex. god. it had definitely one of the stupidest movie scenes i have ever seen. jeezus man. there’s this one part where all of these EXTREME!!!! people come out and start attacking him with rollerblades on and riding bikes towards him and at some point a fucking sand buggy tractor something or other thing. SO STUPID.
sunday, september 17th — yet another movie. “the sentinel” with michael douglas and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh eva longoria and uhhhhhhh that fool from 24. i forgot his name right now. blank. it was better than i’d expected, but those kind of stereotypical action flicks always get lost in memory after time goes on…

wewt good day!

i’m listening to… alizee, bloc party, led zeppelin.
i’m feeling… fine, a little tired, though, but i’ll update this anyway.

4:15 am — today was an exciting night. i was very much amused.

the day started out just boring… i put together a portfolio for a job, i went to work until 6:30. then eva picked me up, and we headed to liz’ filipino night performacne talent show / musical thing. it was alright – some people rapped, some people sang, some skit-like thing (with horrendous acting!!! omigat so horrendous, but a couple of the characters were rather likeable), and some dancing (which is really why we went – because liz was in two of the dances). amuze. arlen’s little cricket whistle thing works so well. i gave him his and farm’s tickets to the show, and he was like, “i’ll call you when she’s here,” but there’s no reception in the HUB, so he’s like, “i’ll just do [insert cricket whistle sound], then.” and it worked so well… we were just sitting there and eva was just all of a sudden like “DO YOU HEAR IT?” and they were still outside the doors lol.

afterwards, i walked home, and it only took like ten minutes – much to my surprise. after that i went to the croc cafe because open hand’s pr people put me on the guest list… i thought i could bring a friend, but turns out they only put me on the list =( anyway, i thought it would be weird going to a show by myself, but for some reason, it was actually pretty cool. when i got there, idiot pilot was just finishing up their set… perfect timing really… i saw them perform like four songs. their set was alright. they need a guy with an electric drum set. cause their performance now is so-so. it could be a lot better with someone on the electric drums. i’m going to harass them about that when i interview them… got to talk to the lead singer today – i was talking with two guys from open hand, and he just like eavesdropping, and when he left he said bye to them and he’s just like “BYE VIVIAN,” and i was like wtf.

anyways, after that was the open hand set… and they are SO much better live… their CD sound is alright, but their live set has a lot more pow. that’s right – POW. there were only like ten people when idiot pilot was playing, but all the freaks came out when open hand came on (like… thirty people total, perhaps). afterwards, i talked to a couple of the dudes, but of course the two that i talked to were the ones that my writer did NOT talk to… ownt. so i was going to leave… and on the way out i ran into the other two guys and started talking to them, and they were fucking cool as hell. amusing. they kept making jokes and after a while i couldn’t tell what was a joke and what wasn’t. i was talking shit about ruby doe, and there was this third guy there, and they were like, “dude, we didn’t tell you, but this guy is the guitarist for ruby doe!” and i was like AAAH crap, but turns out they were just kidding. assholes. and then we were talking about redefine magazine, and how they wanted to see a copy, so i was like, “should i just go through your publicist then?” and they were like, “wtf, go through our publicist, then you shouldn’t be talking to us!” anyways, they were cool. and one of the guy’s gave me his address, and his apartment number is 385 1/2 – WTF? 1/2? wtf?

oh yeah and it was funny… cause these two girls were dancing right in front of me… and there were two older, pretty good-looking guys to the right of me… and the girls were like going crazy dancing, which was alright, cept this short asian chick was like trying to get one of the guys to freak her – only the guys were totally whatever… they were just enjoying the show. and she kept turning around, saying stuff like, “you guys need to get into this. you need to move up. why aren’t you dancing?” etc. it was amusing.

after that i met up with mike and friends and went to toi… fucking boring. it’s like an asian club / restaurant. stayed there for like 45 minutes… shouldn’t even have gone, really. =( $10 cover… and mike paid. huk. =( i’m horrible. didn’t have any money though. saw a bunch of random people that i knew… and that was cool… but asides from that, nothing exciting really, other than watching little bitches dance around. wewt.

then i drove to fremont to dubliner’s or something and met up with anthony and his friends… the place was almost closed, so we went to jake and brian’s apartment which is FUCKING NICE… it’s kind of near the fremont troll. i want to live there. four bedroom, brand new, fucking NIIICE. HMMMM mayhaps. fremont is a little far, though… not the most convenient for my tastes. lots of male-on-male action there, being asked 80,000 questions, and lots of fun stuff. i dunno. it was cool. two pieces of pizza @ 3 am is kinda blech, though. shoulda just had one.

met so many people tonight! IT’S GRAND.

alex broke up with me. i’m crushed. (lies)

:/

i’m watching… iron chef america.
i’m feeling… meh.10:55 pm — these past couple of days have been pretty good… i don’t really know where to start cause there have been a lot of things, and not a lot of sleep, so… i’ll probably leave out a lot of things.

first, jeanette came up from california to visit me… and that was good. she stayed here from thursday night to tonight… and slept in my bed! holla!

i also got the magazines on thursday, i think… so umm on friday… what happened… we went to broadway and u-district… did a lot of walking around and shopping and stuff… jeanette got a haircut at rudy’s barber shop… i always walk by there but i never really thought of getting a haircut there, but they do a pretty good job, and it only costs $21… so i’m down with that. sick of getting haircuts at random places which vary from hairdresser to hairdresser hella freaking significantly -__-”

then me, jeanette, and mike went to yunnie’s and thai-tom’s… there was like a half hour wait for us to get seating, and an hour wait for us to get food. -__-’ thai-tom’s is always hella freaking busy… the place is so small and so damn good. anyway, there was a hair in my food, so i got it for free, so that’s cool. i don’t really care about hairs… it’s not horribly disgusting, so long as they aren’t short and curly. but as someone was saying, if it were a toenail or something, it’d be all over! well, duh.

after that uhhhh we hung around a bit and me, jeanette, mike, lenny, liz, cynthia, jenn, andy, and a couple of other random people went to watch “spike and mike’s twisted animation festival”… it wasn’t as good as everyone had imagined :[ it was so-so, about 1/3 of it was actually really good. there was one called “the boy who could smell the future” lmao, and it was just this animation of this kid in a kitchen eating cereal, and all of a sudden he’s like, “i smell smoke,” and the whole house explodes in an atomic bomb, and that’s the whole thing. LOL. ;/ it’s funny cause at first everyone was like, “WTF?” and after people thought about it, they were like, “OH SHIT IT’S GENIUS” and there were just random laughings. :X there was also this one about crabs who could only walk in one direction, and that was pretty awesome too.

anyway. after that people came over to our place and drank, and we tried watching “shaun of the dead” but that was no good. then we tried playing “cranium,” but that was no good either… short drunken attention spans, yaaaaaay. you know, i’m sure interesting shit happened, but i sure as fuck don’t remember it. X: so if anyone remembers anything, HOLLA.

oh yeah lenny was really drunk and like was doing rolls around the room and stuff. and he rolled off the couch (backwards somersault or something) and dropkicked my laptop. h.o.t.t.

saturday me and jeanette went to ballard and fremont, and that was cool… more shopping, randomness… went to archie mcphee’s and they gave jeanette wrong change back from her purchase and shit :[ etc. etc.

at night time, it was liz’ birthday, so a bunch of us went to spaghetti factory. it was funny cause there was a big long table, but on our side, there were five of us crammed onto one table: me, jeanette, mike, arlen, and farm… and we were saying how we were the poor, persecuted people because we were crammed onto one small table and people like anthony had shitloads of room – like enough to put out his arms and stuff lol. and the whole time we were like, “WE STAND UNITED! WE HAVE EACH OTHER! WHEREAS THE RICH PEOPLE OVER THERE THINK THAT THEY CAN JUST BUY HAPPINESS!” lmao… it was so stupid, but it was one of the funniest dinners i’ve had ever… the only funnier one was probably the one at the sushi place in hawaii. but it was great. especially since our side of the table was laughing like hyenas and the other rest of the table was just staring at us all silently like wtf, because we were having so much more fun. X: or so we tell ourselves. there was also much ghettoness and stealing of spaghetti factory glasses and sauce holders -__- there were these metal mini bowls, and we were like, “we gotta take this! cause this is as close to silver as we’ll ever get!” when in actuality, uhhhh well the other table apparently had five people crammed on it as well. LOL. but whatever. we’re CRAZY. don’t mess with us! we also took a freaking “lambda lil sis” pic… SHOOT ME NOW.

afterwards some people came over, and i walked out with my sars mask i took from the hospital and scissors in one hand, and i picked up another pair of scissors, and i think that i freaked out liz’ sorority friends HAHA awesome r0x.

later that night we took shots of jack daniel’s – ohmyfuckinggod nastiness, seriously – and ummm played videogames, and me, mike, lenny, and cynthia ended up watching “shaun of the dead” again, and there was much uh cuddle harassment and such. 0__o the movie itself was alright – there were some parts that were really really funny and some parts that were totally like wtf mate! we stayed up til like 7 am somehow… -__-

this morning me, liz, ray, eva, lenny, mike, arlen, farm, and jeanette went to eat dim sum in bellevue… whatever, it was alright. it wasn’t too expensive, so i’m alright with it. the only thing though was that farm got a mango pudding, i tried it and liked it, and then i asked the ladies if i could get some, and they said it was coming, and it never came. they had one more, but they went to every table but ours. BITCHES.

then me, lenny, and jeanette went to pike’s place market, and lenny almost caught a pigeon. there was also this cool ass band which painted their faces like mimes, with a guy who played a saw as an instrument. yeah, one of those saws you cut wood with. yeah, one of those saws you kill people with. it was rockin. the music was actually pretty awesome, and the lead singer sang like love… he had this kind of creepy, growly kind of voice – it was awesome. we took a pic with them, and then… yeah.

what else… ate lots of sugar, and then came back here and dropped off jeanette at the airport. and then i came home and napcrashed. and i have so many things to do tomorrow. and then le sigh. i don’t really get people at all. :X there’s this girl who hates me for no reason, and acts pretty illogical and stuff to other people… and i can’t say for sure, but i hate that people who don’t deserve to put up with shit (and i’m not talking about myself) have to take the brunt of unreasonable people’s actions. of course i don’t know the whole story about many a thing, but life just needs to be a shitload more simpler, for everyone.

i’ll probably refresh this when i actually think of more things. btw, i’m bad.

oh and did you know store-bought eggs are like 3 months old! WTF! we got a flat (wtf!) of fresh eggs cause mike’s grandparents own a chicken farm or something (sick!). whatever, they all taste the same to me.

oh yeah and the rocky horror picture show we watched a week or whatever ago was rather good. the transvestite homo guy was like, hot, and he was really really good. most of the guys were really good (minus rocky, who was like a non-sexy caveman), but most of the girls sucked (although the girl who played magenta was awesome). we almost didn’t get in – again – so we were hoping that the building would burn down (since with us, all things end in disaster), but we actually fit into the standing room, so it was all good.

(lenny’s response:)
i’m listening to… Gatsby’s American Dream – The Badlands.
i’m feeling… umm i’m alright!

Yeah this weekend was fun Jeanette is really cool. Dimsum was excelent cuz arlen was there <3 and that damn pigeon… soon I’ll catch one.

i hate that people who don’t deserve to put up with shit (and i’m not talking about myself) have to take the brunt of unreasonable people’s actions.

Don’t worry I’m sure that those people know that at least there are people like you who care ^__^ and trust me, that means alot.

meow.

i’m listening to… 311.
i’m feeling… lol.

10:30 pm — we just watched “ju on”… the original japanese version of “the grudge”… it was… retarded. X: not really scary at all. why the hell is it so famous? me, arlen, and farm watched it with liz, and we kept scaring her by screaming and shit… and liz left the room to get water, and before she left she turned on the lights, so me and arlen turned off the lights… he hid in the closet and i hid behind the door… and she didn’t even notice anything was wrong!! first of all the lights turned off, and second of all, we were sitting on the floor and we disappeared… not suspicious?! WTF?! good shit.

last night was daniel [kim]‘s birthday so we went to honey court. dude, that place is so overrated. it’s so… not… good. but i ate anyway, cause i love eating, even though i’m a fat ass. oh well.

today… went to the doctor’s to get my stomach pain shit checked out… don’t know yet, but took blood test, and the lady couldn’t mind my fucking vein so she like poked me… and it hurt like a bitch! wtf! and it was just all sore… i think it’s bruised. h.o.t.t. and since my knees are bruised from snowboarding (although i really don’t know how the fuck), i looked like i “fell down some stairs.” and i have to get a catscan… they gave me these two bottles of milky white “berry smoothie” to drink beforehand… i just KNOW it’s going to taste like shit T__T and i have to drink it while i’m at school, and it’s supposed to make you poopy, so i uhhh better not eat the days before :0

saw the proof for the magazine today too… it’s fucking hot. damn.

and also… rocky horror picture show tomorrow ^__^ uw students are putting it on. wewt ^__^ we were supposed to go today, but i didn’t want to go with just arlen and farm… which is good, cause lotsa people are going to go tomorrow! yay!

art institute is good. wish i would have done that earlier, but you know, ehh… i probably don’t really. but i actually like doing work… and it’s actually fun. well, for the most part. a couple classes are boring like death, and 7:30 classes and commuting is not all that fun, but for the most part, it’s worth it. i think.

(lenny’s response:)
So it’s good that I flaked out! Now It’ll be a massive party shindig instead of just the 4 of us
It’s ok, you can thank me later ^^

UNLESS YOU WANTED TO KEEP IT SMALL SO YOU COULD BE ALONE WITH ME hahahaoisdiofusoiufd

I kid. I kid. ~__~

Tonight will be the the greatest night of our lives. Er.. maybe not lives, well maybe of this year? No, not that either. Maybe of the week. But Monday was pretty nice. So um how about greatest night of the day!

Well I can’t even garuntee that. So expect the most boring night of your life.