Tokyo

 Grand Arc Hanzomon

 THEY HAVE A BATHTUB

I'm loving my vacation so far. I can feel my skin coming back to life.

Trying to get rid of the dark circles that started forming when working in Seoul.

Q.Q

Life is good.

Feist - Inside and Out

This song opened up past memories of my childhood and college.
It made me feel oh so good inside. Personally, though, I don't think it's healthy
to keep my past in any high regard. However, it gave me perspective of the present and to live in this beautiful present.

My new favorite thing. 

http://graphicmag.kr/ 

I got excited all over again.

Recently, I was getting sick and tired of all the old things in my hard drive. Ironically, I feel that my computer is in sync with my mood. It crashed...it stopped working and I had to go the the apple store ( or more like the a# shop) to reboot and erase everything in my hard drive. Surprisingly, I didn't feel deep remorse or anger. I was more like ...."okay, do it!" I might regret this later, but for now, I am giddy over it. You may call me crazy. :)

It feels so refreshing to know that I can start new and not have to worry about what's important and what I should trash... Do I really need this?  Honestly, I'm a bit of a hoarder especially with odd things.
I remember I used to collect stamps (even ugly, useless, and boring ones), gel pens, notebooks ( i really liked papers of all sorts and the textures that they existed in), and panties....yes pretty, cute ones when I was really little. I used to think that they were too pretty to wear so I resorted to collecting them. My mom and sister found them in my cabinet and ridiculed me. I didn't care though. I think it was years later I was shocked to see that they were still there! I had completely forgotten about them. I quickly threw them away of course ( and they weren't used! I'm not that nasty).

1. because they were useless and sizes way to small. 
2. I had too many collections to keep up with this one. 
3. They didn't have the appeal they once did when I was younger. I guess my taste had become "more refined". HAHA

Anyways, My laptop feels like new is all I'm trying to say. I hope I don't make a clutter of this hard drive.

I plan on going to Japan. I have been racking my head about whether I should go visit family at home or stay on this side of the earth and save. I don't want to think anymore but just do. I remember when I used to just DO instead of just contemplating nonstop.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4D3aGrLV6g&feature=fvhl

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gE3Zg_sa0iY&feature=related

So I recently talked with a friend who told me about this documentary about food consumption in America and what the food industry is pumping out to it's country. It definitely something to watch and reflect on.


http://www.foodincmovie.com/

       T shaped yellow heart? Yes, anything is possible in dreams. 

For some reason, I'm no longer the protagonist in my own dreams. Or  maybe figuratively I am, but I just haven't realized it yet.

  So, I am watching what seems to be an intense war occurring. The militia's (who were once people) mission is to steal the hearts of humankind making them emotionless. For what reason, I couldn't really figure out. The thing is, how they took the hearts out of individuals were with a huge machinery gun that sucked out a spiritual sort of yellow T-shaped essence.
   There is a mother, son, and undaunted daughter( Who at first, I thought was spoiled and annoying, but now realize was trying to find her own individuality and her identity). They are in an old, run-down storage room and eating some type of porridge/soup which looks delicious. I guess given the situation they were in, they were eating it like it was precious ambrosia. Therefore, enhancing the appearance of its taste.
  Later, the Mother is captured by the militia, and her heart is taken out. Somehow, the Mother becomes the leader of the whole brigade and sends out her mass heart suckers to capture the humans who still have their hearts, including her children. But instead of sucking their hearts out, she makes them sit in two different kumbayah-style circles.
 The rest is kind of a blur, but I do remember that the son was trying to lead the group of humans or organize them so they wouldn't do something irrational. However, the daughter tries to run away, and this starts an uproar among the other humans causing a  rebellion.
  As all hell breaks loose, people scrambling, the Mother takes action sending the militia to suck out everyone's heart. (I remember seeing in the background these spiritual T-shapes entering into the machinery. It was such an odd thing to see) The Mother seeks out the daughter specifically, because , ironic as it was with her heart no longer present, the Mother still had ill emotions towards the Daughter for her previous actions and the  pains she had caused her.

The last thing I remember was that the daughter was huddled amongst some poles near a wall. She was behind some sort of construction tables.

These dreams I have are getting more vivid. I actually like them, too.

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It's interesting how things you see aren't what they seem. Today, I was going to the gym to kill some fat, and there is a mini food market alley before entering the gym. As I was going through the alley, I passed a homeless man who had one of those rubber materials around his legs in hope of pretending that he doesn't have legs. He was also sitting on a movable crate. I glanced at him and noticed a very interesting object clutched in his hand. He was holding a cell phone and talking to someone.........now I ask you.... HOW is this possible? HOW is he able to pay the bills for the account? and then I thought to myself He must be making some sort of income from this "begging" occupation.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. More power to him I guess, and the crazy world we live in continues to go round.

Clazziquai Project (클래지콰이) - 'Flea' from special Album "Metrotronics"

Listen to the beat and sway. I always feel happy when I listen to this group.

Sometimes I wish that there wasn't such a big emphasis on race and gender identifying a person, but rather just the individual person and his/her character defining him/her. Details such as " please check box next to Asian/Caucasian/African-American/Pacific/Yellow/Blue/Male/Alien/Female"  does not in any way describe the person; Instead, it paves way for stereotyping. Yes, background is important because it is part of that person but not in any way their personality. Sometimes I forget that too. Ignorance is a bitch.

Automatically, subconsciously, one would have a certain image of that person as if this would show the basis of that whole person's being.

One day, I will just mark boxes randomly to surprise. The unexpected is always more interesting anyhow.

So a friend has revived what inspiration was almost dwindling away. It's been interesting looking at different briefs(not the underwear). I have been thinking constantly about how I can approach this. Sell out? Stepping stone? Positive? Negative? Either way, I'll take it with a grain of salt.

BTW it's finally a beautiful day here in Seoul. It makes my heart move.

Also, my boiler is fixed and am now able to take hot showers.

Have you ever had the most amazing sleep/nap ever?
I just had one recently, and I feel very drunk off of it.
It was AmAzInG.

I wish I could sleep like that all the time.

I think I will go to jimjil now ^^

Rusty

I miss my cats. I especially miss my Stiller.

He is in North Kakalaki (carolina), and I have no idea how he's doing.


I am however taking care of a ex-colleague's cat.
This makes me extremely happy. You know how they say that living with a pet makes one live longer?
I completely believe this.

Rusty is very amiable and sweet. I think his owner did a very good job raising him.

Have you ever wondered how small things can actually be a really big deal.
Take for instance the cell phone. Its a small thing, but it's actually a big deal.
It is used for survival, social networking, status, and business.
That's why I am starting to despise it.

Let me tell you another reason why I hate it.

I accidentally locked my cell phone, and I don't have the passcode. WTF.

Life is full of little surprises.

On to a different note:





I love the new design for the can that I bought one.

I hate unprofessional-ism.

I hate conforming.

I am p e r f u c k i n g p l e x e d .

I like KERN ING.



I think maybe it's time for bed.

Extreme High Resolution
2DE of mouse brain (Electrophoresis)

Things are starting to make sense now. I am on an extreme high at the moment. Things have been topsy-turny (probably not a real word) in my world, and I would like to run a muck to shake this feeling off.

Conversation on skype with a friend is one of the best things in life.

I am addicted to zombie movies.
I believe that every zombie film ever made, I have probably seen or have heard of. Apparently there is a new zombie film in the brewing which makes me all giddy inside.. This film is based on the novel World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks.



Yes, I'm an odd individual.

I had an interesting dream.

There is this habit that I have where I set my alarm for an early hour, and I hit the snooze button...over and over and over. Well, I had hit my snooze button for the last time and lay down on my yellow couch to take another nap. Then I went into a deep and strangely peaceful sleep.
Here begins the dream:

I am walking along and checking my facebook mentally through I guess a chip located somewhere in my body( I really don't know how this is done. Maybe the technology has advanced immensely in my dream). I see that my friend has messaged me on my wall; so I check it. However, instead of going to my mental note, I go to a river creek to check a rock that has the message inscribed on it.

Then appears my mom and my sisters. We end up walking somewhere and beside me a small trolly with a box full of goodies is all of a sudden there.(In Seoul, some people sell goodies from their trollies). We end up walking on a busy street where some sort of festival is occurring. We catch a glimpse of a 노래방 (singing room). It contains two rooms. when we are about to go into one, out pops a college acquaintance of mine. I say hello, and we enter the other room while they leave the opposite room.

When we enter, an imitation of a theater setting is what we see. Here is the order that we are sitting in: My older sister first, mom, and then me. My little sister is in the front seat. The first song we play to sing is my little sister's choice. However, i stop quickly to grab my trolly of goodies on my lap. (???why?? No idea)
BUT... while we are singing along on the screen, our seats start heaving up and the projector-like screen moves away from us. Before you know it, we are in a roller coaster position...where you know when your about to rush down from a steep top?

I felt completely refreshed after this dream. What does it means?

It snowed AGAIN. I'm ready for spring to be here along with it's lovely weather.

My new favorite film.

Gabriel Axel's "Babettes gæstebud"

Though a bit slow in the beginning, Babette's Feast contains
what I believe to be the best food concoctions of all time.
Not only does this film make your mouth salivate with glee,
but it contains events that captivate the heart .
(well... interchangeably the stomach mostly)

yuuum... damn I crave a ciggy.

It is a dreary day with a sign of precipitation. A lovely dancing session at a gay club/bar in the hooker district area of Itaewon was a much needed fun last night. However, I forgot how to dance it seems though. There are times when I glance on the dance floor and see people moving with an intense, seizure-like fervor. I find myself thoughtlessly giggling. With mirrors everywhere, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and almost laughed. Am I getting old?

It's Sunday. I have yet to go to church, but I will not pressure myself to do something for the sake of my mother. It will be on my terms when I decide to make that leap. It doesn't make me faithless in my opinion.

I'm hungry...

Boeuf Bourguignon

I am itching......to design. Not just any design, but something that could move mountains.
Something that will influence the world or one person.

Is that too much to ask for?
But nothing seems to spark my interest.

Back to the drawing/mental board.

FYI: I am now employed. Two weeks of doing nothing was bliss. I'm going to miss that, but it honestly felt like more than two weeks. Its ironic, but a friend brought to my attention that when you have time (freed from jail) one hour seems like days. I understand what she meant.

So, I have been contemplating my next move for a long awhile now, but honestly, I don't care anymore. Whatever comes my way I'm ready to follow.

Saatchi & Saatchi and Vivachi(which is now VOKO) I will be sending in cover letters and resumes to you~

On a different note, I want a cat. Preferably a Blue Russian...or a wild, exotic Egyptian cat..Bengal? Wildtrax

Blue Russian

Wild Trax

Aren't my babies gorgeous? I miss my cat Stiller who's now a grandpa with aging spots.