I like jonny greenwood (radioheads guitarist)

but heres a version of a song I like anyways. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUzmhztxWdc&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPYnQTHVNlo

note to self

so how do you study hard?

you: (meaning me)
you make and create, and you break and recreate until its exactly what you imagine. You don't go home when you think you should, and you keep creating. You read, and read, and get a bigger understanding and inspiration. You look at whats been done, and try to create something new. you eat fast, and get back into the studio. you sleep 3 hours or less. you put in 12 hour shifts.

working hard is the key to success.






















Oh God, help me work hard. and give me those perfect opportunities just so I know that your favor is following and supporting what i'm doing.

lets care

http://www.wired.com/video/?intcid=gnav

lets take a moment to just learn about something we usually would have never thought about.

I love friends for the character they show. I'm looking at two pictures; one is of Max and another of Andrew. They both gave me these goofy smiles looking straight at me. Their expression is joyful and comfortable. It still feels as though they are looking at me now with exactly the same heart.

I love friends because things don't really change. The best part traveling home was reminiscing on old memories. When we sat around Andrew's place and listened to music and just talked, it reminded me of when we used to sit around his parents house and talk about life. (and about how much I missed Catherine...the girlfriend that never got talked to haha) That's probably what I think I miss most about not being able to hang out with him, he and I would philosophy about girls, God, plans and purposes. He was, and will always be a really loving cat with a really warm heart.

I'm always happy to explore and see where the night takes me. Max and I decided to go on a journey one evening when I didn't have that many days left. Journeys with Max are really memorable and deep. He just knows how to treat me to a good time. We went skating in downtown Minneapolis and hit a couple of the spots that I have been passing for years. We took pictures down by Stone Arch Bridge and met a couple of guys cat fishing. Max had some rolling tobacco so we we're able to share to them a smoke and they were really chill and easy going. Afterward we hit up the Kitty Kat Klub, its a strip club... jk. It was this super swanky, chill bar that had different couches and lamps and mirrors and decorations everywhere. It had a dance floor with a pillar in the worst place possible, but that is aright. We shot some pool over Russian (what kind?) beer that took about forty minutes to drink (which is how you are supposed to drink it) They even played the music from Menikmati, It was over then, I fell in love with the evening. We proceeded to another bar by the Dinkidome and caught PB and Jam. The stage was far to small, but man did those guys put on a grooving show with loud electrics, funky bass lines, and a brass section that actually fit. We had a couple of Surly brew's there. (Minnesota has got to have some of the best brewing, maybe I'm biased, but ask my friends, they are connoisseurs.

How are my paragraphs? What questions do they stir that I may not be answering? I'm taking a writing course, and man am I missing the basics.

Reminding me of a sick sick sick roof party I went to where we caught the last act of Phone Home. It just a keyboard and a drummer, but seeing that dude play with that much passion and force had me moving. They were great musicians, lit up by a projector, with the roofs of Brooklyn buildings as their backdrop. They were eyes down, ears open, and following the music. So sick. When we went down to our bikes the drummer walked past and I just gave him mad props, and he was so humble and received it all, and thanked us like ten times. That's the night I got a hole in my tube. (the day we replaced it though, we were pumping air into it to see if it was an actual leak, and it popped and omg my ears were ringing probably as bad as somebody slapping you in your ear. (although i've never had that happen to me)

Riding my bicycle has probably been the best thing in my life lately. I feel the rush when I dive through traffic, I feel like I'm in a race when I'm skidding corners, and plus my body is my motors power plant. (to bad I'm not taking more care of this body, who catches cold's in the summer?)

Guess what, finally after three years, friends are visiting! Beautiful Maggie won't be traveling by herself, hello Amar, thank you for joining. Lets make your guy's trip epic.

The girls keep getting cuter, and I'm still trying to figure out how to keep my mind focused on things that actually matter. Who knew the waltz could kindle the nostalgia of dancing with a partner. 'Laura', with a snoozy Kiwi accent.


Is asking what your doing on the weekend a trigger for, 'why? you want to take me on a date?' Am I that big of a flirt? I look at any daydream of a relationship at this point and imagine how bad its going to suck trying to break up with her. (that wasn't the case with my most recent because I really fought hard to make it work, kind of blinded by love I guess.) So I know I shouldn't, and hopefully I wont, but how do, and why would you, not date in hopes of finding your soul mate? I need a males perspective.

That got side tracked.

i'm clueless to so many things. I think to the extent of my stubbornness I am thick headed.

drawing is so hard.

talking about feelings is almost harder.

'its that not bad talking to me right?' yeah its not bad, i actually like it, except when your yelling at me... haha christians face was priceless.

its great when you can quietly say something like mushisa and get the whole church cracking up. I have to admit, I secretly like the attention. "hows my body language?" mushisa.

Martin, your a great brother to me. nathan, we've semi replaced you with another white guy, hes kind of gentle like you too. here comes another season of weekly small group meetings over japenese curry. 'we just came from china' really?? todd- shaking his head' c'mon peter, we just ate chinese food. how white a name is that anyways?

jaeah called me white this week. where does she get off? then I proceded to tell danny; the awesome talented b boy ywam missionary, and he proceeded to call me white too, 'where do you get off danny? gangnam station.

what a trip and a half of people I meet.

somebody travel with maggie in s/e asia from november 11th, and then make a pit stop in korea with her. please, are you really going to let this beautiful girl travel by herself?

haha I still cant get off the fact I got called white, its only because they think my americanized korean accent is cute. if only I could figure out the right intonation, and stop talking like a pot head, then I'd be set.

sigh...

whistle, emmy sit, 먹어 she eats carrots and cucumber, plastic, rubber, dog food, leather, wood, rope, my hand; before I proceed to punch her, (in the most loving manner of coarse) what an awesome dog. shes kind of a wuss though. shes mad fast though. she runs like a racing hound, front legs thru the hind legs. like a cheetah.

i hate being ignored. I hate being lied to. sigh, the things I have to deal with, the story of an introvert. quiet, introverted, insecure. I don't love every bit of it.

i've felt like i've been at an artistic peak lately, seriously, my mind is ingenious but my hand is having trouble following.

humble yoself.

my friend marcus, hes got mad skills in rapping, rhyming, and poetic rhythm. I'm looking forward to when he will be writing again.

I feel like its hard to read, i'm usually not intrigued and my imagination is not touched. but heres a story written by marcus's online friend? I didn't understand the connection between you to.

heres the story, written beautifully, not all daisies. http://flyerthanangels.tumblr.com/post/1095999630/an-opportunity-a-short-story

so sam's my most difficult roomate. he is turning the whole living room into his soon to be curtained bedroom. there goes me having a living room, with the idea of using it as one.

I was ready to 'live' in korea, like as I might if I had an apartment in Minneapolis. That would be great.

I dont like getting late phone calls, especially from people bugging me about school business. so much bugging out of school.

but I do like life a lot right at this moment. I'm listening to this mix made by a friend of shiraz's sister in law. shes pretty awesome. for you blog followers check out www.pickledtomato.blogspot.com Its got a bunch of great stuff I wish I only knew where to find ingredients for. another thing to look forward to america... if I am to go there.

this feels right. everything isn't dandy, but that makes moments like this that much more sweet. I feel cool, isn't that funny? I think the inspiration of coolness remains select for those living in big cities. I dont really know what that means, but that apartment in Brooklyn that I adore has inspired me to live with a little romance in my day to day findings.

I was told somewhere that one shouldn't call past 10:30 pm. I think I agree with that. I was also told that the boy should walk down the stairs before the girl incase she falls. weird huh? manner man.

When I was chilling with my dad in NYC, my cousin Jin(hee) had a dog named caleb. and if you pronounce it in korean its ka leb, but either my dad was trying to be funny or misheard it as galbi (meaning ribs) so as we spent the weekend at my aunts place, I'd hear him calling this dog galbi, it was mad funny. he is really good with animals and kids, it was a blessing to be chilling with him in a different situation finally. man i just remember a memory from when I had was with him back in Ny back in the day, I was barely a kid, I think that was the first time I had mentos as well. I remember my sister must have been 14 or 15, thats wild. I remember hearing my sister and somebody else goofing off with my dad.

a chuck close quote: maybe for fun. "I chose to do things I had no facility with. The choice not to do something is in a funny way more positive than the choice to do something. If you impose a limit to not do something you've done before, it will push you to where you've never gone before." (i'm a little sorry i've become to numb to wikipedia)

its the second time I heard about the fullbright program this week...

I really wanna go to the school of photography in kona hawaii. I can postpone graduation a semester or two right?

man why do I have to stay up the latest on the night of when I have the earliest class?