Spoiled Kid

team effort

2011-05-09T23:50:00.000-07:00

Watching the Lakers lose (terribly, might I add) in the Playoffs is one reason I can't stand to be here. I'm not a fan of the franchise, nor am I a fan of the fans. It's an enigma, really. The irony that emits from the finger-pointing of who's a "true fan" and turning backs on famed players. I guess Los Angeles really is the city made of plastic.

starving

2011-04-05T23:43:00.001-07:00

Buy my posters so I could pay for internet access and say more funny/pun-full things.

thin

2011-03-27T21:32:00.000-07:00

Something about this house makes me feel so depressed. As I write this entry, I feel overwhelmed and scared. There's no legitimate reason, though, so I guess you could add "confused" to the list.

2o11

2011-03-26T00:20:00.000-07:00

I always wanted to have a career of implementing puns to everything... A new art project ensues? Look out for me, World, I am coming [as I typed this word, I noticed that it was spelled in the form of a sexual action]. Overlook my meaning, take a picture, and re-post me.

#chanceofrevival

2011-03-15T00:48:00.000-07:00

I've noticed that I have been doing this hash-tag nonsense pre-twitter. Anyways, lately I've been in a bit of a slumber. My depression coincides with my laziness, or do I mean "my laziness coincides with my depression"? Either way, it's been holding me back from my blogging career (shout-out to Michelle Shin). To be honest, I believe I've put no effort into my source of mental release because of this whole Tumblr fad. I like the attention to be put on myself whilst having a sense of possession and pride in my work. This is something new-age social-networking can't provide for me. The thought of expansion bothers me with anxiety of upkeep. I'm learning to deal, especially with the responsibility of managing a clothing project run by misfits with contrasting ideals. It's crazy how I can maintain this boss state-of-mind if I can't even get a job. Anyways, I'm back (I think).

Since my misfortune of leaving San Francisco for a place of misery, nothing much has changed- at least from a physical state; a few pounds have been gained. I have nothing positive to say from here out, so I won't mention any details about that.

"Apparently people (the internet) care more about one girl (who deems no significant powers) complaining about noise than corrupt politicians and the people that support them violently boycotting a group of people talking about helping the poor and domestically-abused."

This is quoted directly from my Facebook in response to the outrage of the people I am networked with. It's lame to quote oneself but I felt the need in my lazy qualities (fuck off). I posted this because of what could breed this kind of hate in people. Is it because it's directed specifically to them? Or is it because they're bored? Could it be that my offended Asian friends ironically feel the need to stem their hatred? I am not sure and that's what bothers me: why they are mad at busty-blonde when they could be mad at people making ignorant claims regarding what they haven't experienced. Miss Buxom provided some reasoning to her experience(s) in the library as apposed to the people in this video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkZhAtNfcBE
Skip to 4:27 for the best remark of all-time.

The only thing I've grasped is ignorance breeds hatred, but I've learned of that when I was a wee-lad. Funny.

#reunion

2011-01-30T21:07:00.001-08:00

I am scared.

note to self

2010-07-01T01:15:00.000-07:00

disregard more feelings.

blog

2010-06-30T23:50:00.000-07:00

do I need you more than ever?

yosfddd

2010-06-21T02:19:00.000-07:00

I quit blogging to pursue a career in happiness. Wish me luck, guys!

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2010-06-11T03:14:00.000-07:00

I don't like checking my horoscope anymore. It kills the fun of finding shit out.

I FORGOT HOW TO READ AND WRITE.

2010-06-08T01:36:00.001-07:00

Proper blogage.

2010-06-01T01:53:00.000-07:00

I am an internet war hero. Getting into fights online is probably one of the two things I am good at (the other being lazy). It's fun seeing how serious people take social networking, blogging and all of that filthy crap. So what if I am a bitch hiding behind a screen? It's a shame I can't make a decent career doing this.

I am sarcastic, indecisive, and ugly. What's there to love?

l̬̘̰ͤ̊̔͆̈́̌̏ͮ̕iͧͣͩ̍̈͂͏̷͕͚̫f̩̩̰̙͙̖͕̱̞̓̂ͩ̏̐̀̇̕͝e̹̳͚̙̰̰̳͎͗ͩ̈̇̓͂̽̋

2010-05-23T23:18:00.000-07:00

Summer to-do list:

Not die.

Téléphone Portable #Gone

2010-05-21T16:02:00.000-07:00

Ḯ͇͕̟̪͕̞̮͉̮̳̝̟̺͉̫͖̬͚̉̓̃ͦ͂̔̀͑̔͜͡ͅ ̃́̈̋ͥ͊̋ͭͭ͛ͧ̓ͯ̆̃ͤ͋ͤͬ͜҉̬̭̭͖̯̬͍̤̭͘ͅf̸̶͉̫̲͉̣͉͖͙̪͚͔̹ͫ̆̈̃̓̅̄͌ͥ̐͋̍͛͞͠e͛͌̅̽̍̓̃ͧ́ͦ͜͏҉̷̗͙͔̻͚̦̠͍͕͚̝̲͈̤͡e̸͈̯̲͓̥̻͓̘̫̮̬ͥ͆̉̀ͥ̐͑̉̈́̍̊̀̓̑̇ͬ͐̃̽̀ľ̔ͤ̌͂̾̒̔́̀ͩ̋ͩͯ̃̕҉̷̴̸̯͈̫̥̮͓̗̰̰̘̦͓̠̗͕̝ ̡̛͌ͥͧ̏̎͌̀ͦͬ͢҉̝͓̦ͅg̡̟͎̥̟͓͚͈ͤ̌̓̄̄͛͒͟o̷̸̷͉̜̤̟̺̼̻̼̺̪̪͉͕͎͓̦̯͇̊̃ͧ̅ͩ̈́̇̉͡ͅo̡̔̌ͧ̔̉̄҉͓̤͔̺̪͉͜d̨̠̲̰̣͈̠͓̙̞͇̀͊͊͒.̧̾̒ͧ͗ͨ͑ͣ͒̑̒ͫ̚҉҉̵̙͚͕͚͖͓̜͖̬͕̞͓̗̲̻ͅͅ

Téléphone Portable #Plea

2010-05-13T03:15:00.001-07:00

ÿ̷́̿͌̅͊͊ͥ̿ͮͬ̓͒ͫ͛̌̏͡͞͏̳̠͇̮͔̭̱̟̳̻̖̱̥̮̣̹͘o̸ͧ̽͛̆̀ͨͪͧ̚͜͏͔̣͍̘̩̩͉̮̫͉̬̞̬͔͓͠ű̮̟̘ͧ͂̇ͦͧ̈́̃̋̾̋̍̃̾́̍͟ͅ'̴̸̷̛͖̜͎̻̫̪͚̹͙̻͉̥͚͐̈́ͪ͒ͩ̆̌̉ͮ͛ͤr̟̫̤͇̰̙̣̥̦̻̠̳̬̦̬̟͇̉̐ͫͯͯ̀͐͌̊̚͟ͅe͌́̀͂͛̀̆͊ͮ͗̽͒̃̚͏̷҉̢̗͔͖͖̪̹̝͔̻̕ͅ ̬̘̗̼͈̱͓̞͗ͪͫͮ̆ͪ̑ͬͤ̀̍͛́̄̂̈̓̕ͅa̭̤̭̐̊͗͛̀͘ ̵̡̪̳̞͙̗̳̭̫̫͎̳͙̘͖̟̘̥͍ͯ͂̒̎̀̂̏ͤ̾̊̇ͬ̄̔̃̓͗̇̚̕͡s̢͕̗̝̥̬̞̭̻̀ͫͤ̍̿̎ͫ̆͞t̥͍͈̞͇̠̺̪̱̄ͩ̋ͮ͗͐ͥ̏͒̈̈̍͒̔̂̃́̚͞ũ̵̸̼̳͙̲̙̌̇̄͛͂͛́ͭ̈̐̎̉̑̓̆̚͡ͅͅp̸̧̛̙̰̰̺͕̯͈̺͇̊̿̈i̶̶͔̠̬͕̣͍͔̥̹̦̖̱̗̩̝̓ͪ̽ͩ̀̊ͮ̒̊̒ͤ̋͛͋ͦ́͐͋ḑ̛͋̈́́̋ͤ́̾ͪ̅̔̽́̀̾͞͏̬̼̣̞͇ ̡̦̙̥̣̘̳͐ͩͪ̇͝p̵̍ͫ̀͆͐ͨ̀̈́͐̿ͯ̀҉̖̟̰̠͈̦͔̲̰͜ę̵̞̭͙̦̥̜̭̞̙̳̬̾͗ͨ̅ͯ̔̈́̒̐̏͊ͦͪ́̀̀̚̚͜r͓̪̺̦̞̼͇̫̪̱̯̠̟̲̮͓̭͍̠ͣͤ̉̈̌͑ͫ͌̒͜s̵̷͔͍͔̬̪̩̮̮̘͈̹͕̹̪͈͔̪̼ͮ͊͊̿́͑̇̏̀̎ͅo̡̡͎̖̜͔̻̮̺̲̪̯ͭ̊̓́̿ͫͪ̏̍ͭ͌̆̚̕n͈͈̬̗̫̄́͐̿̔̍͋ͥ͛͜ ̸̷̡̻̙͇̪̱͍͇̤̺̱̩̣̮͆ͣ͋͑̀͑̓̇̔̋ͦͨͮ̎̃̍i͛͆̓ͣ̂̌̾͏̸̢͈͓͔͇̞͉̜͟f̳͓̙̰̖͙̯̱̫͉͌ͨͮ͗̀ͥ̃ͨ̂ͣ̂͌͐̒ͣͧ̚̚͞͠ ̀ͬͪͤ̑͏̮͕͉̳̠͓̭̬̞̺̞͕̪͚̫ͅͅy̸̢ͨͫ̒̉̾̊͂̅ͨͯ̅̓͜҉̗̹̗̰͓̙̻͈͈̺͕̮̤̦̬̺ͅo̶̪͇̪ͧ̑̉̏̊̽ͫ̈́̚͢ǘ̬̼͉̤̤̦͎͉̯̜̇͛̎͆͐̈͌ͧͧ̿̉̐̌ͮ̓̈̕͝͞͠'̨̠̪͕̞͉̯̯̘̲̜̜͚͛̇̀̚r̵̡̳̯̰͈̬̦͕͍͙̲̹̠̪ͧ͒̏ͩ́̔ͮͫ̽ͅę̯̫̩͔̘̯͓̟̯̮̹̦̘͇̳̲͗ͧͩͨ͌̈́ͧ̐ͤ̑͛͗͊͊ͭ͒̀̚̕ͅ ̢͈̥̦̞͕̗̰̜̪̮̤̥̹͗̅͑̉ͨ͑ͩ̇͌͆͑ͣ͋͐̓͜͠r̷̡̢̨̛̤̜̤̻͍̻̞͐̔̿̂̅ȩ̴̛̬̳͕̬͖̱̣͖̯̣͔̠̟̰̭̻̜̟͌̓͛ͦ̏ͥ͆͐̎͛̂ͦ̍ͬ̃ͯ̋̀a̷̢̧͚̞̭͇̳̜̪̞̤̼̭͍̹̤͈̲̞̐̊̌͗ͨ̒͐̒ͩḏ̣̙̦̖̱̮͒͆̉̿̈́̊͒ͪ̕͜i̴̲̻͙̰̮͖͉͖̳̦̼͚̠̬̺̩ͨ͒͆ͣͧ̾̇̐̎̿̈́̍̾̽ͫ̀̚͡n̷̛̜͎̱̲̯͚͉̙̉̒̿̋ͧ̾͌̑̀͜͠ģ̖͙͙͈̣̹̥̰̖̤̠̣̟̰̻̅̂̈̈͗̆̔ͯͥ̌̃͛̍̆̕ ̡͑͒̒̐̈ͫ̏͏̨̛̣͉̗͖͕̥̜̙̪̼͍̥͚͈͘ţ̷͉͍̼̪ͣͦ̐̇͐̐́́̚h̶̛͈̖̗̳̠̦̩̥͚̙̥͙͉̠͚̤ͬ̾ͣͭ́̏ͨͨ͋̾̿̓̈̄͑͆͊̐͜i̸̴̜̝̦͔̯̭̱̣͉̝͎̖̼͉͍̖̖̬̖̊ͫ̋̆͐̃͘͢͠s̸͛ͣͪͦ́̚҉̩̮͚̙͈͡ ̵̞̬̠͉̘̗̗̠̘̫̜ͯ̿͋͌̅̃̃́͆ͯ̑ͯ̚͝ͅͅb̨̖̳͖͎̭̮̞̲ͮͫͤ͒ͩ͒̓͊͑̍̿͂ͨ̈̿̀l̸̸̨̹̠̥̭̻̱͉̳͚̖̹̝͎̯͚̦̈́̾̈́̋̈́ͨ̌͂͢͟ơ̘̜̗̹̺͇̫̘̾͊ͨ̂͑͞gͥ̇͑̂҉̡̮̞͔̬̤̤̩͔̻̙̻͓͘.̶̨̲̰͕̟̼̲̖̖̥̩̠̰̝̠͓͗ͯ̒̋ͭ̇ͣͪ́͠ͅ

Y̷̢̢̞̫͈͋̐̆ͧ͂̌̏͑ͯ̓͒͂ͤ͗̉͠oͩͯͫ̄̍̐̍̊̃҉̴̸̢̭͙̳̣̰̟̭̝̳̲̝̰̺͍͡ư͕̤͖͉̣̳̠͎̙͚̜̱̪̯̫̔̀͛̑̈ͭͣͦ͆̓ͧ͋ͫ̋̀̕'̧̖̭̗͖͇̺̠̱̘ͦ̓̊͑ͭ͘͡r̛̯̥̰̻̭̈́̊̾ͤ͗̏ͣ͑̈́ͬ̍͌͟͜ę̐́̌͒̑̆͊̾͏̸̢̖̥͓̙̫̖̱̫͡ͅ ̢̡̱̫͚͚̙̯̩̠̆ͮͧ̏͑͂̏̔̉͆̇ͪͥ̉̔ͪ͠͡m̷͎͇̯̠̣̆͊́̈́͑̈̌̏̄ͮ̂̑͗̓̿̀̋̚͡à͙͔̜̝̙̪̣̦̼̜̺̊ͩ̃͗͂͌̆͗̄͒̑̿ͯ̋̀̕͜k̨̛̟̟̫̪͉̣̩̯͊̊̃͑̊́͛̈̍͂̂͊ͩ̈͆̎̚i̡̧̠̹͉͚͇͙͉ͨ̉ͥ̔ͬ́̀̀̚n̨͉̮̺̘̯̜͕̳̞̠͍̙̟̮͚̠̺̩͐̽͛͊̈́̃̽́̃̂̽̌͋ͤ̒̀̚̚͞g̡̩͈͕̱̗̬̲̺̘̜͔̫͙̯̫ͬ̉ͮ́̚͢ ̴̡̨̤̝̞̦̻͔̰͙̲͇̝̻̣͎ͥ̎̏̄̍̊ͦ̊̊̂̊ͫͮ͢y̷̠̱̮͓̳͔̜̮̭͖͎̜̺̼̭ͮͩ͋͗ͪ͂͑̈́̓͌̌̎̄́̚̚͘̕ͅơ̴̯̥̱̪̘̲͓̤͔̺̾̉ͯ̑̓́͘͝ͅṵ̧̨̜̼͍̭͇̘̙͔͖͙̖͔̼͍̥ͯ͒ͪ̓̎͐ͥ͐̃̾ͥͫͩͪ̂̐̓͡͠r̵̡̢̰̹̖̪̩̙͈͎̺ͨ̏ͣ̿̃ͦ̃ ̘̠̻͔͕͉̪̘͂̃̇̈́ͫ͜l̷̔̾̈́ͬͬ͡҉̗̲̖̜i̸͕̰̱̰͚̮̻̗͕͙͙͕͎ͥͤ̌̇ͯ́̌̇͘͡f̡̢̦̫͈̩̤̥̼̟̦͈̖̲̟͙͇͈͔ͭ͗ͬ͆ͮ͋͟ͅe͂̔̍ͩ̓̒ͪ͊̓ͦ͆̆͆͑͏̵̡̙͇͍̙̯͓͈̻̭͚͓̯̩̖͔̀ ̼̮̫̣̜̠̠̬͙͖͔͖̫͒̐͑̉́̈́̊ͨͩͨͭ̆ͤ͑͑̐ͬ͆̕͢͞͠a̶̩̝̪͉̟̳̣̻̤͆͑̎̐̈́͂͊̍͐̉ͫ͜͠n͚̳̣̘̠̎̅̊ͦͩ̌̾ͭͯ̐͌̌̿́̕͜͠͡ ̷̡̡̟͇̝̥͈͚͉̤̳̘͔̭̝̋ͨ̒̾͌ͬͭ͢͢į̴̡̞̜͖̯̱̼̫̟̺̟̺̮̹̏̍͑͂ͯͦͪ̇͒͆̾̍ͪ̓̾̏ͨ̋̀͟l̵̛̇̌͐̎ͦͨͤͤ̏ͮ͌̎͆̃̂̐̔͊̀͟҉̱̤͉̱̜̥̩̬̺̝̮͇̱̗̲̘̼l̨̛͇̘͈̪̖̻̲̞̠̣̗͎͕͆̈́̈ͧ̌̓̍̆ͧu̸̶̡̦͚̹͖̲͕͈̖̤̪͍̳̙̪̬̮̔̈́ͩ̾ͣ̔̐̋̽ͧͧ̓ͫͣ͂s̶̢̛͎̝̟̰̝͖̦̗̞͎͈ͮ͊͊̈́͊ͨ̇͂͂ͭ͘ͅi̡ͮ̎̈̽̐҉̴̘͎̤͎͕̠̤̯͈̤̕ͅọ̶̮̙͙̺̪̩̔ͨͯ̑̒͆ͥͨ̓̈́̀ͣ͛̈́͝ͅͅn̶̨̩̠̜̳̳͓͙̰̰͔̳͙ͨ̍͗̂̍ͬ̂͑͆͠ͅ.̻̼̪̜̝͈̳̥͈̗̦̜̪̭̯͓̟̥̫̾̉̃̆̄ͤ́ͮͭ̌̏̓ͤ͋̾ͮ̏̌̕͟͡ ̡̼̭̯̬̞ͨ́͌̄ͣ̇̒́̃Ÿ̉̈́́͋ͮ̄́̊ͪ́̄̂͊͏̴͙̫̮ơ͙͎͇̮̦̜̗̘̯̯̘͂ͤ̇ͭͨ͆̄ͣͯ̆ͥ́̚ͅȕ̺̭̳͖͑̈͋ͮ̓̈́̏ͨ͒̊ͥͯ̍ͥ̈͐̓̚͜͞ ̗̭̙͍͖̮͉̘̰͈̂̊ͧ̔́̆̍͋ͫ͟͜͝ͅố̴̊́ͫ̎ͮͭ̈́̉͊͆͌̂̓̊̓́҉̖̰͓̺̼̦̻̘̪̲̳͖̯̭͓̩̕͢ņ̛̼̳̥͙͚̙͕̫̲̫̫̟ͤ͋́̉ͯ̉͗̿́͘͜l̷̨̓̔ͥ͛̍̈̐͂̌͊͡͏̮̬̭͟y͒̌ͦ̀ͧ͏̷̨̳̞̬̻̖̹̬͖̗̦͉͞͞ ͬͪ̿̽̌ͬ̒ͮͬ͒̊̓̕͢͏̩͎̗̪̜͚̜̙̱̠͈͓͈̼̲̞̞d̶͍̪̘͚̮̘͎̩ͫͦ̂͆̊̄͛̋̈́̀ͨ̔̔̑̀̆ͦ̕e͒̂͆͂͂̋ͫ͒̎̍ͪͣ̎̋ͮ̀̏͑ͯ͏̸͙̠̠͎̲̯̜̘̜̞͝ͅs̷̸͕̳͙̪̞̺̞͇͇̼͇̺͚̲̻̮͔ͧͬͮ̄̐̂ͩ̐̆ͭͥͧͩ͘͞e̖̻̳̱̟̱͕͖͖̤͉̰̰ͧ̔́͋̐́̿͊̑͂̓ͥ̽̍͗ͧ̎̔͠͠͡r̛̟̤͙͇ͤͮͪͦ̇̆́ṽ̛͍̖͈̲̱̜̣͕͇̲͔͇̠͓͈̳͒̈ͮͦ̈͐͋̐̑̚̕͜͞e̵̿ͮͪͪ̐̃̇͛ͫ͆ͨ͆ͥ͐͆̽ͥͮ͏̸̱͉͍͓̤̖͇̥͔̜̘̜̞̹͟ ̞̥̱̗̲̟̝ͮ̅̄̓̊ͭͬ̀ͣͨ̓̄ͥ͋͆̏ͥ́͠b̷̴̹̞̝̗̣̪̯̣͔̪̮̖̠̠̩̺̒͐ͯ̇ͅe̡͈̗͔͍̠̲͓͚̺͉͙̘̟̩̬̠͊̏̎ͧͣ̊̆̓̊̂ͣ͐͊̂̋ͯ̊̋͟͢c̸̨̰͙̯̜̝̠͕͖͇̞͉͇̗̹̺̟͙͊̐̐̇ͩ̎̐̀̚̕͠ͅͅą̼͚̼̙̦̪̯͍͍̤̹͎̼͕̤̻͚̹ͤ̑̒̎͑̀̑ͯ̕͜ū̅͊̇̂ͤ̐̎̂̔̓̚͟҉̶̶̬̱̪̼̲͍̜̝͈̻̺̹̝̫̮̜s̵̫̣̗̮͔̻̣̘̫ͨͪ̍͋͂ͥ͂̂̒̑͒̕͞ͅę̸́̓̅͑́̆̏ͯͮ̀ͪͬͥ̏ͫ̀҉̹̻̥̩̻͔͍̭̙ͅ ̢̗͇̺̣̱̮̙̮̥͔̠̙͎̣̲͖̖͈̲̉ͥͩ̔̒͠͠͡y̴̛͉̗̘̟̙̗̝͔̰̥͎̱̾̊̍̿͋̓͊ͦ͂̍̀͞ǒ͊̂͒̅́ͨͭ̍̄̍ͣ͊ͥ̚͏̴̧̩̭̣̜̼̞̗̦̬̫̤͎͉͝ú̸̜̱̯̦͔̲̌͒̋͌͋̇̂̾̾ͤͪ̓ͩͣ̎͢ ̸̵̠͈͎̝͕̞̻͇̘̘͇ͮ̇͗͆̌̑ͣ̇ͨ̊̅̑̒̔̀́à̈́̈̀̈́͗̏̃̄̔̄͋͐̚͏̷҉̥̥̘͉̯̳̖̹̭̤̳̹ͅͅr̢̲͓͍͈̘ͪ̔̃ͩͭ̽ͪ́͂͒̓̓̿͆̽̋͘͡ė̢͎̗͓͎̬͙̙͚̲͓͓̹̥͒̅ͩͦ̉̔͂̋͛͂͐͊͑͛̈̀͝ͅ

Téléphone Portable #Passion

2010-05-11T00:45:00.000-07:00

I don't know why I am still here.

Téléphone Portable #Will

2010-05-03T22:32:00.000-07:00

LOL @ poser

Téléphone Portable #Humble

2010-04-29T00:44:00.000-07:00

I connected with this guy I met earlier in the school year. When I met him, he introduced himself to be from Brasil. However, he was one of the most interesting human that I have ever met. He spoke of drug usage, drug production and math programming. Today, I found out that he was a 28 year-old man that has already been married. He and his wife have come to an understanding that their relationship could not work out, but they're still married- legally. So, this guy decides to tag along with me on my excursion to purchase things from the local market. He talks and talks and asks me what I want to do with my life. I tell him, "something to do with art". In response, he said, "well, you just want to have fun, but I could already tell that you are confused". Right then and there, he grabbed my attention by the tail and had a firm grasp on it. We talked and told me about quantum physics and how EVERYTHING is based on it and how we hardly know anything about it. Universally, nothing is known. "Everyone thinks the universe revolves around them, so you should tell yourself to be the best and aim high. Even if you miss your target, you'll still be near the top".

Téléphone Portable #Serenity

2010-04-26T00:49:00.001-07:00

Today, I was in a good mood. Why, you may ask? It's because I rode my skateboard and did my laundry.

In sophomore year, I was hipper than your average.

Téléphone Portable #Promise

2010-04-25T18:05:00.001-07:00

This summer, I promise to skate everyday.

Téléphone Portable #Septic

2010-04-24T02:19:00.000-07:00

No. It's not.

Téléphone Portable #Folk

2010-04-19T22:49:00.000-07:00

It's hard to have a good time when all I could think of is "upset". I am too afraid of the consequences and I am too afraid of making mistakes. Maybe it's the fact that I think too much that causes me to fucking stress out over "nothing". Can you help me out with impatience, or what? I want to be productive, but this does not help. Call it a struggle with distance or a fight with my feelings. This hurts me.

No more emo. This weekend was amazing. After attending my first year in 2009, I determined it an annual tradition. From the beauty in music, art and people to the beauty in the drugs, dirt and fights, Coachella is the only place that can guarantee these things. Countless stories could be squeezed out of this experience like a sponge, but I will note the soapy ones:

Arriving to the campgrounds, revealing our 10 x 30 home for four days.
Pitching a tent whilst THC ran through our bodies.
Sleeping everyday at 4:00 a.m. (except on Saturday).
Watching Chris spend all of his money on unnecessary foods.
Dancing around to pounding bass emitting from every tent.
Yo Gabba Gabba!
Walking with the druggie who had no idea what was going on or where he was going.
Meeting up with friends/family from all over the state.
Waking up at 7 a.m. because of the blistering heat.
Finding a wristband and selling it for $350 USD.
Losing my mind on Saturday night.
Making a fool of myself without being a fool.
etc.

Yeah- it was great. Yeah- you missed out. I love my friends and I love my family. It's kind of hard to be loved by me. (End cocky text)

Téléphone Portable #Prolific

2010-04-12T01:48:00.000-07:00

A lot of people don't like me. I'm on their side.

Téléphone Portable #Sun

2010-04-11T02:38:00.001-07:00

It's only a fraction of what I need. Nonetheless, it's a necessity.

Téléphone Portable #Error

2010-04-11T02:34:00.001-07:00

I don't want to be alone.

Téléphone Portable #Hell

2010-04-10T01:14:00.000-07:00

He's a left-handed hitter.

Téléphone Portable #Dumbfounded

2010-04-09T14:44:00.000-07:00

Well excuse my beauty.

Téléphone Portable #Homage

2010-04-08T22:00:00.000-07:00

My shit-talking:

1. There is a guy that won't stop talking about "his" music. It's fucking annoying. Music this, music that. Unaware of his selfish prowess, he bitches about everything that doesn't go his way. He's cocky, but doesn't want to acknowledge it. He's an elitist and doesn't want to be seen as one.

2. Stop. Just stop. Move on with your fucking life.

I don't know what else to do. This is what my life has come to.

Téléphone Portable #Tolerance

2010-04-07T11:54:00.000-07:00

I don't know you people, anymore. You don't know me.

Téléphone Portable #Home

2010-04-06T00:44:00.001-07:00

I like visiting home and I like my friends.

"The sign says you can't. We're just people like you, why can't we park here? You're not like me. You- you'll never be like me. See how together I have it? I drive a For- I have a Toyota Prius. You ride in a van with sunglasses on and a hat. You are not worthy."

Téléphone Portable #Body

2010-03-22T22:00:00.000-07:00

The first time I've cried in years.

Téléphone Portable #Rinse

2010-03-18T02:14:00.001-07:00

Insert dream-like scenario. Re-post. Repeat.

Téléphone Portable #Plump

2010-03-17T00:03:00.000-07:00

Today, I skated for the first time in a while. It felt good. However, my ankle doesn't.

So, started a new sketchbook project. Here's some stupid art thing:

Enjoy the preview, you fuck.

Téléphone Portable #Intel

2010-03-09T22:40:00.000-08:00

When discussing hip bands with people, I feel a bit stupid. However, Radiohead is one of those bands that hipsterdom has no effect on. Good music on and on.

Téléphone Portable #Humiliated

2010-03-07T01:16:00.000-08:00

What is wrong with you people? Oh wait. We only care about ourselves.

Téléphone Portable #Precious

2010-03-04T00:57:00.000-08:00

Living my life on the edge. A family is something I should be looking forward to, but I don't think I will live to that point. A white picket fence and a dog named, "Spot".

Téléphone Portable #Zealots

2010-03-01T19:45:00.000-08:00

Welcome to my interpretation of life's finest qualities. Here you will journey through a world of lagging blog posts and shenanigans. Have fun.

I got a little gift for my sister. Always and forever.

My reason for moving to San Francisco. Sexual freedom.

...

Here are some doodles. I like wood.

Who knows what the world will offer?

I did this in my Vietnamese Culture class. So many external factors make me who I am.

I don't know.

Next, an exploration of food-stuffs. The most delicious Korean I've ever had... and the Kogi truck.

Probably the best tasting/feeling alcohol aside beer.

Not really a fan of coffee, but a big fan of these. Yellow teeth vs. cavities.

Yam-yams don't have spell-check.

Where this food was going to end up.

Music culture. My first dub-step experience brought to me by a lunatic.

Boooooooooooooooomsnake.

Now some Calornia Pride, brought to you by John Kim.

Home, for a bit.

My neighbor's. Man, do they have a hot daughter.

How I spent my Valentines Day.

A hobo's paradise.

A masochists' paradise.

Pain never felt so good.

There were numerous fatalities. All were ducks.

Now to end this barrage of faggotry. Goodnight, Corpy.

Goodnight, Simon. My little koala bear!

Goodnight, Bryan. Don't drink and drive :)

Goodnight, Andrew. Uh.. yeah.

I wouldn't say my life is miserable. There's a fair amount of things keeping me keeping on. "It's not you, it's them." I'm not funny.

Téléphone Portable #Wharf

2010-02-28T21:18:00.000-08:00

I know. I know. I've been spending a lot of my free time drunk. I guess it shouldn't be called "free". Do you know what I'm saying?

Téléphone Portable #Excitement

2010-02-27T16:24:00.000-08:00

I can't wait for Coachella. My vagina's getting all wet.

Téléphone Portable #Furious

2010-02-13T01:50:00.001-08:00

Seriously? So many things that don't make me want to go, but what are the chances? Oh yeah, they're high.

I'm not trying to impress anyone, not trying to make a statement and so on. I am drunk again, so here I will ramble about who I am. As I previously established, I do crave attention. What kid doesn't? But, I am not trying to impress girls, peers or whatever kids these days are into. At least... not intentionally. I feel like I am who I am on and off this thing called the internet. But, a little less structured in real life. Meeting people isn't a priority to me, it just happens. Somehow, people like me (not everyone, of course) and sometimes it sucks for them. You won't get anything out of me, unless I feel you deserve it. I won't play the "fake" card, nor will I ignore you. Everyone deserves some attention, not that I am self-important (or am I?). Call me selfish, or call me thoughtful, but it's just how I feel. I feel too much- over-analyze everything. My expectations are high, and that gets me a lot. Seriously- a bit too fucking much. Therefore, things get very unsatisfying. Like every human, "mistakes" tend to occur every so often. There's one thing we might have in common, reader. Being weird is a trait that people may say I carry out, and they say it's a "good thing". Never really heard of being weird as a compliment prior to the year 2008. In the long run, this shit will get me nowhere, and it's not some trend I adapted to. But, I guess I'm weird when it comes to social communication between people in the same wealth class. I've seen worse a.k.a. weirder. For instance, those scary hobos in the street asking you for change or cigarettes with dirty faces and smelly body odor. I guess the "weirdness" comes from the humor I find in the awkward reactions people have. Taking it too far is a main concern, not that I care about how people see me. Annoying people and taking things too far is a bit of a burden that I would not even like. It could be the feeling of guilt that resides in my gut that makes me do this. Guilt is something that has been a main factor in developing my personality. Too bad I don't know how it works. Okay, I feel like this sums me up pretty well. Really, I am just tired of writing about myself. If I missed anything, tell me. I want to know myself more.

P.S. I already know I am an asshole.

Téléphone Portable #Ultima

2010-02-11T23:51:00.000-08:00

I've been getting ridiculously bored in my classes. So far this is what I've doodled.

Téléphone Portable #Proper

2010-02-10T23:17:00.000-08:00

I am trying to be happy. I really am.

Téléphone Portable #Understand

2010-02-09T00:53:00.000-08:00

I can't be foolish. Tossing this away will be the biggest regret that I will make in my life. Your jurisdiction will eat me alive, but what can I do but tolerate it? That's right- nothing. Control is nothing that could be balanced between us. Emotional, as always.

Oh yeah- I want to learn how instinct works.

Téléphone Portable #Train

2010-02-08T13:12:00.000-08:00

I am tired of this thing. Who cares about anything anymore?

Téléphone Portable #Modernization

2010-02-04T00:21:00.000-08:00

Here's something to think about.

Téléphone Portable #Anger

2010-02-01T13:46:00.000-08:00

Thank you and goodnight!

Téléphone Portable #Herald

2010-01-31T23:22:00.000-08:00

I don't really care too much for anything, anymore. Sitting around, bitching about things is not how I want to die. Admittance is key to living a life of fulfillment. I admit that I crave attention for being the sarcastic asshole that I am. But, I want to draw remarks for who I really am. Oh well, I've been human for quite a while.

Téléphone Portable #Brash

2010-01-31T01:43:00.000-08:00

Dirty is as dirty does. You don't know me like I know me. I hardly know me.

Téléphone Portable #Optimum

2010-01-30T01:47:00.000-08:00

I am drunk... again.

Stop acting like you know. Outside of this world, you're a filthy fraud.

Téléphone Portable #Fuck

2010-01-29T14:53:00.000-08:00

JD Salinger

Not like it matters anymore, since everyone is too occupied with themselves but Rest in Peace.

Téléphone Portable #Youth

2010-01-28T00:56:00.000-08:00

Why is it that I expect so much from people? I'm lousy!

Téléphone Portable #Tentative

2010-01-27T00:23:00.001-08:00

Here I am, sitting down. I am ready to get kicked out of school.

yr so hip!

Coachella Funds 0/400

2010-01-20T22:34:00.000-08:00

86 days left.

EXTRAVAGANZA #1

2010-01-20T01:48:00.000-08:00

Fuck you and everyone you know.

Téléphone Portable #Origami

2010-01-18T01:59:00.000-08:00

It has been a while since I have done one of these. This is what my blog was meant to do. Excuse the cheesy outbursts of bullshit.

Jun's gay ass ninja cat. Moments after this photo, I was put into a 3 day coma.

Yeah, he's really sleeping like this.

Safety first. Always remember to wear a condom or else your kid could be this ugly.

Top of the line fashion. Always keeping up with the trends and blogs.

Went on a bike ride across the city. Those hills kill.

Hello.

Some underground rave-thing. I don't remember.

The cutest thing I've ever seen... my reflection.

This riot was more like a dance party.

No need for a caption.

Leaving my mark on tables is a good way of exposure.

Another fucking ninja cat, except this shit was on my car.

I swear... these ninja cats.

It's exactly what it looks like.

The best.

Worth the heart attack.

I planned my suicide.

OMG ART + GROCERIES? SO HIP.

To my fan(s): thanks for being shitheads.

Téléphone Portable #Corpulent

2010-01-16T04:07:00.000-08:00

I like to pretend I am a kid. I like to pretend I am not me. I like to pretend I'm occupied. I like to pretend I don't know what you are talking about. I like to pretend I'm older. I like to pretend I'm smart. I like to pretend I care about things happening in the world to make it seem like I'm observant. I like to pretend to pretend. So how do I know who I really am?

Téléphone Portable #Joy

2010-01-14T01:31:00.000-08:00

This is why events unnerve me
They find it all, a different story
Notice whom for wheels are turning
Turn again and turn towards this time
All she ask's the strength to hold me
Then again the same old story
World will travel, oh so quickly
Travel first and lean towards this time.

Oh, I'll break them down, no mercy shown
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time
Watching her, these things she said
The times she cried, too frail to wake this time.

Oh I'll break them down, no mercy shown
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time
Avenues all lined with trees
Picture me and then you start watching
Watching forever, forever
Watching love grow, forever

Téléphone Portable #Earthly

2010-01-13T22:49:00.000-08:00

All of the rumors keeping me grounded. I never said- I never said that they were completely unfounded.

Behind this monitor, I am a prick. The interweb is where I project all of my hate. My hate was developed by analyzing annoying teenage girls. Behind this monitor, all I look for are teenage girls. This is why I am a pessimist.

Téléphone Portable #Serious

2010-01-12T00:34:00.001-08:00

The internet is serious business. I find it in all aspects of my life. Art, fashion, music and friends. Just kidding, I only care about myself.

Téléphone Portable #Lust

2010-01-09T03:30:00.000-08:00

I want to have sex with Shay Maria.

Téléphone Portable #Calamity

2010-01-04T01:01:00.000-08:00

Hello!

Téléphone Portable #Repressed

2010-01-03T01:57:00.000-08:00

Talked to an old friend today. She seemed miserable. I want to make her feel better.

Téléphone Portable #Nuevo

2010-01-01T02:42:00.001-08:00

Expect spite, because you're disgusting. Vaya con dios.

Téléphone Portable #SPECIAL

2009-12-30T01:28:00.000-08:00

NEW YEARS' RESOLUTIONS FOR 2010:

To be a better person so people can see me as a better person. Then I could get laid.
To finish this list.

Téléphone Portable #Pupil

2009-12-30T00:30:00.000-08:00

History will repeat because the present won't repent.

I am too busy to blog. I've been sleeping on a floor every since I got home. Last night I puked. Too much puke decided to escape the dark abyss that is my stomach.

Téléphone Portable #Anxiety

2009-12-21T00:20:00.001-08:00

You don't approve of honest criticism, do you? Feign all of your individualism all you want, but that caffeine and nicotine won't you do you any good in actually finding yourself. I spent too much of my teenage life analyzing other people. I was always proud of who I wasn't, not who I am. Stuck to this motto for years. I developed my habits unknowingly. No forcing.

Téléphone Portable #Brittle

2009-12-20T00:08:00.001-08:00

I am a brother.

Téléphone Portable #Bashful

2009-12-18T15:29:00.000-08:00

I won't take you seriously if:

You listen to Asian pop music if you're not Asian.
You wear "candi" on the daily.
You use double (or more) negatives in your speech.
You type like a moron or a 13 year-old.
You practically live at a mall.
You wear Ed Hardy.
You wear everything American Apparel.

Yeah, I am judgmental.

Cell Phone #Ugly

2009-12-17T02:22:00.000-08:00

I don't like that Tumblr, because no one really posts up their own shit. It's all taken from other peoples' Tumblrs, leading to a Tumblr domino effect. I will call this tumblring, a metaphor for following.

My sister once told me that crazy, artsy and "different" is "in". Do people really have to stoop so low as to feigning their own personality? It's bullshit. I know this is going to sound familiar and annoying, but people are too fake. It's ugly knowing that you're uncomfortable with who you are. Ugly, when I know crazy could go so far. What's funny is that in the long run, you're better off faking.

I don't know what I am talking about. I am a spoiled kid.

Cell Phone #Resisting

2009-12-16T00:49:00.000-08:00

I can't concentrate on studying. I am going to fail my finals, and drop out of school. Hoorah!

Cell Phone #Stubborn

2009-12-12T00:14:00.000-08:00

Deny what I say, because we know you won't change.

Cell Phone #Spoil

2009-12-10T00:08:00.001-08:00

Crazy is as crazy does.

Cell Phone #Turk

2009-12-09T01:03:00.000-08:00

I read my old blogs and noticed how similar they all are. I feel stupid writing about technology, but I've never been able to keep up with a real journal because I can't read my own handwriting sometimes, and entries just end up turning out to be sketches and doodles. What has changed is that I stopped complaining about fashion, high school stuff, love-related stuff, and dreams. I stopped recording my dreams because there are so many ways to interpret them. Blahblah, I have an essay to write so I am just going to stop.

...To be continued.

Cell Phone #Pretty

2009-12-04T16:42:00.002-08:00

I skipped the last post because it was my 100th.

2009-12-04T16:42:00.001-08:00

Cell Phone #Us

2009-12-04T16:31:00.000-08:00

Call me gay, but I've been listening to Joanna Newsom. She's hot.

Recently, I purchased a book of poems called "The Animals" by Richard Grossman. Each poem tells of how a certain animal suffers, just like humans. Although I have not finished reading it, it reminds me of how we share the same problems. That boy doesn't love me, my parents are miserable, I'm not pretty enough are all branches of our misery. There are worries everywhere.

Cell Phone #Herald

2009-12-03T17:57:00.001-08:00

Every Tuesday, in San Francisco, there is an air-raid siren that goes off at 12 p.m. I wake up to it and smile.

Cell Phone #Cosmos

2009-12-02T22:09:00.000-08:00

Everything suffers.

Cell Phone #Guilt

2009-11-25T01:28:00.000-08:00

It's the essence of my being. What about you?

Cell Phone #Ethic

2009-11-15T19:33:00.000-08:00

I don't do my school work. All I do is play The Legend of Zelda.

Cell Phone #Stupify

2009-11-13T00:02:00.000-08:00

Cell Phone #Inebriated

2009-11-11T02:53:00.000-08:00

Hey blog,
I am drunk again. I am sorry you have to go through this whole fiasco yet again, but I just can't stand to see you so lonesome on such a fun night. Here I sit on my lonely pedestal, moping and bitching about other people. What I need to focus on is myself- How to make myself a better person and how to impress all of the ladies that read my blog. Yes you, ladies. I know you read this bullshit and get off to it like a fucking 7th grader introduced to pornography. There's nothing special going on here, so begone. What's mine is mine. I am a selfish kid, and I want what I make to be my own. I hope you do mind this because if you had any decency as a human being, you'd respect my wishes and let me be my own person. Like I said before in my previous inebriated state, I don't want to influence, I just want to exist. Be your own person, that's all I ask. In my eyes, you only make yourself look bad by bitching about your problems as high-schoolers. Grow the fuck up. You have time to change if you make the right choices.

I am rambling and I am sorry if you think you know who this is directed to. The only thing I want is my own.

Love,
Drunk Zulfikar Poluan

PS. Art is hard.

Cell Phone #Epiphany

2009-11-08T01:34:00.000-08:00

I'd rather not be an inspiration, rather a realization. A realization that people like me exist. And by people I mean myself. I know I sound full of myself; I'm just a desperate kid like him and her. Who I am now does not matter, but who I was seems to be more important. God speed.

By the way; I am drunk as balls.

Cell Phone #Deprived

2009-11-05T20:41:00.000-08:00

I never really talked much about moving to San Francisco. So to give you an idea of what it's like being out here, I will speak on behalf of my daily routine. My day usually starts off by falling asleep at 4 a.m., sober or not. Then I have some crazy dream that could be compared to an LSD trip. Wake up, or in drug-related terminology, "come down". I take a shower every other day, usually before my classes. Taking showers in the dorms is absolutely disgusting because the restrooms have usually been written with puke or feces. I am guilty of either. Anyways, I go to class and spend my time doodling or moping. None of my classes are so entertaining besides my English class solely because of my flamboyantly gay teacher from Germany. After my classes I head out to the city only pending on the amount of money in my wallet. Cash is hard to come buy if you don't live at home and you have no job. Trust me. If I don't have money, then I just post over at the Designated Smoking Area and socialize with all of the other druggies. The city is a great place. So much to see and so many fucking hobos. But if I had to choose, Haight street has the highest concentration of generous hobos. Doesn't mean they still aren't weird- just nicer. I spend my nights out in the city, sitting in my room, or having a drunken rumpus. All of which I am getting tired of doing. You meet lots of generous people here -that is- if you get on their good side, which I don't seem to mind. People find my social awkwardness cute (yeah, cute). But despite all of the goodies out here, there are things I miss at home:

Corpus and Ace
Scion TC
Loud music after 11:00 p.m.
Showering, shitting and/or watching porn in privacy
Asians
Just kidding, I don't really miss too many Asians.
Poluans/Siregar

I would add my friends up there, but I see them often. They're nice kids. Writing this, I felt like I've spent more effort writing a blog post than an essay. God Bless the Queen. So long and enjoy life, cunts.

Cell Phone #Hi-anus

2009-11-05T20:30:00.000-08:00

Cell Phone #Delicate

2009-11-05T01:02:00.000-08:00

Joke time. Y'know the photos of all the colorful stars, galaxies, nebulae, white dwarfs and so on? Guess what? All of those pictures were taken by x-ray. The Human Eye can only see UV and visible light. Shows how pathetic we are, right? Oh well- we still have drugs.

Lack of photos/drawings: My phone's memory card decided to off itself because of excess trash.

Cell Phone #Grudge-worthy

2009-11-05T00:14:00.000-08:00

Okay, I will admit it. I like drugs.

Cell Phone #Oppressed

2009-10-17T00:23:00.000-07:00

If anyone deserves what happened, you would be the last person. Just get better. If anything, I am the one that deserves to lose you- not you lose yourself. Love you, get well.

Cell Phone #Entrust

2009-10-14T18:26:00.000-07:00

Cell Phone #Anxiety

2009-10-13T01:20:00.000-07:00

I am waiting impatiently for the day Coachella line-ups come out. 2010, come sooner.

Cell Phone #Loose

2009-10-12T16:33:00.000-07:00

I can't believe how soon it is coming out. I am a wild thing.

Cell Phone #Dupe

2009-10-07T19:59:00.000-07:00

Cell Phone #Pinch

2009-10-07T01:41:00.000-07:00

It sucks to know that I am a hefty 400 miles up here and you're down there. But it's good to know I made one right decision.

Cell Phone #Empathy

2009-10-05T19:54:00.000-07:00

Sweet Muni rides to Civic Center. It's always a party in here.

Diabetes, here I come!

Treading in dark waters, AJ. That hat will bring you nothing but pain, here.

Cancer will be the answer to what's going on here!

Good-looking fellow.

So my friends came up this past weekend. I took them around the city and we got lost a couple of times. I saw something that I don't think they saw: a hobo taking a shit in a doorway.

Cell Phone #Assertive

2009-10-04T17:09:00.000-07:00

I'm surprised that my friends actually drove up here to see me.

Cell Phone #Breeze

2009-09-29T01:16:00.000-07:00

Bike riding at midnight has taken a role in my life. I have to admit, I've caught myself smiling and laughing like a madman whilst riding alone up and down the rough-ass asphalt. Why do I laugh? It makes me happy by ridding my mind of all the ridiculous things that I can't tolerate. A good workout to help clear my dirty lungs and a mental exercise to avoid conflict and stress.

I'm getting soft on you guys- so here's a big "fuck you" to end the post. Enjoy!

Cell Phone #Erratic

2009-09-27T02:09:00.000-07:00

Ever notice how everything in the universe runs in cycles?

Hey buddy, what's to fuck about your life? You have a place to sleep, some education, food and working bodily functions. We are all a spoiled generation. I'm spoiled.

Cell Phone #Nobility

2009-09-24T20:56:00.001-07:00

Cell Phone #Grapes

2009-09-22T19:58:00.001-07:00

Cell Phone #King

2009-09-17T19:52:00.001-07:00