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Name: Marky
Birthday: 8/15/1984
Gender: Male


Interests: Observing people. Art, Graphic Design, Japan (related material and what not).
Expertise: Graphic Design
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Media


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Member Since: 4/3/2002

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Tuesday, March 15, 2005

i'm moving on.

new level.

new outlook.

peace.

KuRiOSPiNoY

April 3, 2002 - March 15, 2005


Thursday, March 10, 2005

so somehow i get caught up in a student protest today. spiff how so many people can stand strong behind one person the way they did today.

blah, on details, i burnt out on my attempt yesterday.


Wednesday, March 09, 2005

ok so i opened my eyes this morning at about 5:00 but didn't roll out yet and slept for a bit more (can i mention that i was sleepin on the couch because i let my gramma use my bed for a change) and so woke up for real about 15 minutes later. wobbled upstairs and took a shower to wake me up, it's also nice to have my hair wet and then hair dry it best to style it the way i like. have you seen my new hair yet? it's stupid. i'm trying. anyway, so i decided to wear this american eagle shirt i don't usually wear. (i fallin out of the AE trend actually and leaning more hobo) and a pair of gap jeans then wobble back to the bathroom and take a good long look at myself and realize...

that i should brush my teeth and so i did. after i was done, i rinsed thoroughly and then followed up with some citrus flavored listerine, which i must say is thankfully a lot less intense as advertised. so after that i go and turn my computer on and browse some usual sites...check mail...and what not till jourdan gives me a call up to remind me that i need to pick him up on the way to school. so i get ready and before i head out the door i make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to eat in the car, which wasn't quite filling i must say.

there was some pretty mad traffic, it started farther back than usual but cleared up right faster than usual after the waipahu off ramp. while i was waiting in the slow lane like all the proper citizens should in such traffic, i cursed at the bastards who were illegally using the shoulder lanes as if they could. so i pick up jourdan, but he forgot something so he had to go back in the house and get it, but he finally got it and so we were off.

in the car he let me listen to this cd. "foro mi, bebi aiee uontu ret yu riibu ifu yu beriibu in mi" tte iu kanji. and when we finally arrived at school he handed me $3 dollars to pay for parking like he usually does and my usual attendant that i say "good morning" too, but it was a nice lady nonetheless. oh, and i didn't sleep in my car today because i had a midterm today that i didn't study for until this morning. i was planning to skip my japanese class to study for it, but i figured that i wouldn't have spent the whole time studying and rather just staring at the paper. that and i have to keep my saikou attendance record for japanese.

after that i walked a little anxiously to my next class in which i had a midterm. you see, before i went to my japanese class i was writing a practice essay on what i would think would have been on the exam on the uses of masks in various melanesian cultures and lo and behold that question was on the test. score! before hand, i felt a lil smart because i sit in the back with a lot of [the other] "slackers" in the class and so i gave them a lil crash course on those masks that i so precariously studied. finished earlier than expected and it wasn't as hard as initially anticipated.

break time i used to cut up my typography 8x8 squares. it was accompanied by a delicious chicken croissant bale sandwich which esther got me hooked on the other day. on my way to go cut my squares i saw jon and monica talking to someone and i so decided to rudely intersept the conversation. makechatta. and then i saw mariano and des walk by looking all ghetto in their volleyball clothes. and then i finally walked up to the empty classroom to slowly cut my squares while eating my sandwich and listening to "foro mi, bebi aiee uonto retto yu riibu mi ifu yu biriibu in mi" couple times over.

i then walked back downstairs to attend my islamic art history class in which was a review for the midterm on friday. it was ho hum, i take as much notes during review because i learn much more during review than i do over the course of the whole semester. i was also talkin to natalia about how hands moving at high speeds toward me that i sense in my peripheral vision startle me. she and now all of you know now know now my weakness. it's funny how the k in know now can jump to any beginning and it'd still make sense.

so in type class, kristina strikes three from our critiria of what needed to be done but added 2 that use completely different methods that i didn't understand. then proceeded to critique us in small groups that which in turn took longer than anyone would want, leaving the 2nd group to have to stay behind.

free from academic obligations i make my walk back down to my car, cutting board and metal ruler in hand to work on my design project at home with. climb into the car and start the traffic filled journey home. on the way i stopped by to look at the puppies patrick's dog roxy just gave birth too. chou kawaii to omoun dakedo i probably couldn't take one home, that'd be nice though.  after spending sometime there i just continued home.

when i got home i started immediately on pasting my design pictures on the the black matte board like our design teacher/instructor, keith, wanted. it took awhile, but then i headed upstairs to start "computerizing" the concept maps the go with it. halfway, i somehow stopped to write in my xanga, as i am now, which is wasting quite a lot of time. but it was only so i wouldn't have that previous post, which carries a bunch of seriousness to it, on the top of this page and also to satirically poke fun at people who actually do write about almost every minute detail of their day. and i now shall continue my concept maps after i justify the text in this entry to give a more even texture. and i realize it won't look as good because that utada picture below is stretching the table. and i'm being sure to copy all the text before pressing "submit" just in case something goes wrong my entry gets erased.


Tuesday, March 08, 2005

i've had a very emotional past couple of days. one thing i really try to do is be a good son. i've gone to schools were my parents had to shell out a good amount of cash for me to attend for a good portion of my life. so really, i understand how hard their working for my education.

you see, my parents wanted me to follow a particular asian ideal of becoming an engineer or doctor or what not, and as you may know, that i'm on a totally different path. i guess i just wasn't made for all those logistical types of jobs, i just struggle. yea, i feel bad that i couldn't carry through that original path, but i dunno...it's hard to explain. but, to make up for it i honestly do try to do my best in everything academic. i don't know if was just because i was involved in engineering my first year or perhaps i'm just getting older and more "mature"  but I think that i'm getting more wiser, but now that i'm on a path that I want to be on, personally things just feel better.

but yea, i'm not sure if things are making sense to you, but i don't think they have to. it's just that today to hear my mother's tear-filled expression of worry over my future with my current degree really just made me think. i just don't want them to worry, i don't want her to stress over things anymore because that's all she ever does and it really makes me hurt to see it. it makes me tear right now...

yea, just...sorry mom & dad, i'm trying not to let you down


Thursday, March 03, 2005

utada: hot in a plump way
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so i found the clip of this performance...

/comfort Utada. i really wish you went back to your old stuff and hadn't become the tool of american production companies.

when watching this...i feel awkward.



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