As the Sun Rises on 2009

the first thing i'd like to do when the sun comes up on January 1st: to be lip-locked with somebody really amazing. we all know that's probably not gonna happen.

well happy new year folks! hope you have a great one.

Don't Eat That

this post is about one half of the the world's population.

girls.

here just one little thing that i don't understand.

some girls say they want a MAN. like, "i don't want a pussy, i already have one"

then some other girls say that want that sweet guy who listens and writes them cards and likes to play with their hair while lying down in a park on a sunny day... stuff like that. the details are not important.

so i'm not entirely sure how to tackle this issue.

i suppose i should have a balanced approach: give the girl a box of chocolates just because (apparently girls like that... surprises, that kind of thing), then tell her she can only have one piece a day because she needs to lose weight (girls want someone who will be honest).

or if she's trying to make a really tough decision like, "baby, should i wear the black dress or the red one?" so i tell her, "you should, without a doubt wear the black one." she says, "really?" and me, so as not to be too pushy with my opinion reply, "umm.......... whatever, you like babe. i love you if you wear the black, the red, the polka dotted, stripes, shredded, poofy sleeves... you ALWAYS look one hundred and ten million percent beautiful to me."

seems i have some thinking to do.

A Plain Morning

So I've always liked this song but it was never really applicable until now. Well, generally. Nobody is sending me notes... and we don't use our fireplace. LOL. But anyway, it's a good song.

A Plain Morning (I almost wrote "A Palin Morning" which would have been... awkward.)
By: Dashboard Confessional

It's yet to be determined,
But the air is thick,
And my hope is feeling worn.
I'm missing home,
And I'm glad you're not a part of this,
There's parts of me that will be missed.
And the phone is always dead to me,
So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
And it feels like.

It's colder than it ought to be in March
And I still got a day or two ahead of me
Till I'll be heading home,
Into your arms again.
And the people here are asking after you.
It doesn't make it easier.
It doesn't make it easier to be away.(to be away)

I'd like to hire a plane.(a plane)
I'd see you in the morning, (morning)
When the day is fresh.
I'm coming home again. (I'm coming home again)
Coming home again. (again)
Coming home again. (again)
When the day is fresh,
I'm coming home again.(I'm coming home again)

But it's warmer where you're waiting.
It feels more like July.
There's pillows in their cases,
And one of those is mine.
And you wrote the words "I love you",
And sprayed it with perfume.
It's better than the fire is
To heat this lonely room.
It's warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July.
It feels more like July.

It's yet to be determined,
But the air is thick,
And my hope is feeling worn.
I'm missing home,
And I'm glad you're not a part of this,
There's parts of me that will be missed.
And the phone is always dead to me,
So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
And it feels like.

It's colder than it ought to be in March
And I still got a day or two ahead of me
Till I'll be heading home,
Into your arms again.
And the people here are asking after you.
It doesn't make it easier. (easier)
It doesn't make it easier to be away.(to be away)

I'd like to hire a plane.(a plane)
I'd see you in the morning, (morning)
When the day is fresh.
I'm coming home again. (I'm coming home again)
Coming home again. (again)
Coming home again. (again)
When the day is fresh,
I'm coming home again.(I'm coming home again)

and to up the nostalgia factor:

How'd you get in there?

I hate when, I think I'm all good giving no mind to her, she just has to show up in a dream.

Balls. Something tells me that 6 months and California has not been enough. Yeah, I think I'm still bitter. I just don't want to think about it.

Anyway, DANIEL COMES TOMORROW! Woohoo!!!!

Bitchin! Well, I'll have at least one thing to be thankful for. We will be THE BROTHERS once again!

Another update. Final business card.

hmmm you can link to facebook from blogger eh? or... i think?

we'll see.

so i settled on a business card design. tell me that you think!



less than a month, folks and i'll be home. i'm sooo excited!

Don't eat cold pizza before bed.

She pours through my fingers like hot water on a cold night
I feel the warmth travel up my arm and reach my face
Our hands are frozen together but now we don't feel it in our palms
We are lip-locked
I suppose this is what dancing is like.
I search her eyes and find a place to rest in her gaze
But like a typical Monday morning, I can never get enough sleep
Parting is such sleepy sorrow
With a goofy smile on my face I stagger into my car
But not before slamming my head on the edge of the door.
Time to enter a marginal existence once again.
What an interesting dream...

"Hey"

Again, I blog while I should be working on a paper. and a project. or a few.

I can hardly get past "hi." How frustrating.

Anyway, Hawaii is but a month and a half away and I'm really excited! I want to:

Chill at Waikiki
Eat lots of food
Skateboard
See everyone at church
North Shore
Hang out with the family
Hike in the rain
i like rain
Work?
Curry house
Sushi
Play some really good music with Timmy and Daniel

Yeah... it's gonna be a good break. ^_^

I'm really not inspired to take photos here like I am at home. Yeah, I'm gonna do that. Take photos.

Xanga anyone?

"Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up..."

I believe. I know. It's not to say that I've grown up and I'm all experienced and stuff. However, I feel like I've come a long way.

Looking through my old blogs from years ago put this idea into perspective. Half a decade ago hardly seems like any time at all but when you're 14 or 15, 20 seems like a lifetime away. Then, I was a hopeless romantic and maybe now I'm less romantic and just more hopeless. Then, I had hopes and dreams and now, they kinda feel more like responsibilities.

It's kinda sad how growing up means having to throw away some of the best, most quirky, most fun parts of oneself. You have to be all serious and professional and responsible... You also become less sensitive and less romantic to become more practical and boring-- like having been a fine artist before turning into a graphic designer...

Sometimes, wanting is better than having had something. (Graphic design is still great by the way.)

It's not that I don't like my life now. I tend to get like this when I get nostalgic. I know, I still have a lot to look forward to but maybe I should relearn some things from my past.

oh and why is it soooo cold in my house!? it's not even cold outside!

Sore and Relieved

My lower body is sore.

OH yeah, you know what I was doing all day and night yesterday, bomchickaWAW-WAW.

That's right. I went HIKING. haha!

So if you ever wanted to see a group of 20 Asians trek through the California wilderness, then go bungee jumping, you should have probably come to Arcadia, CA yesterday. I was a part of that ragtag group of assorted Asians (plus 3 white folks who are essentially Asian anyway). Well, I didn't jump, but I definitely hiked. I don't even have to tell you that though cuz my legs will, for sure. Anyway, it was a long 5 mi in and an even longer 5 mi out of the canyon.

The dry, barren, brush-laden landscape lent itself to dehydration and heatstroke but it was a good thing I had water. The point being, really, it's nothing like the tropical landscape covered hikes at home. I was slightly disappointed with how the scenery looked with the lack of trees while hiking into the canyon, but I must say, while hiking out with the sun setting, everything looked entirely different. The true colors of the canyon came out. All of the colors seemed far more pronounced, yet pleasantly muted, in true desert landscape fashion. The hike was fairly easy, just long and hot. So yeah, it was great.

Watching the bungee jumping was probably the best part of the day. I mean, really, who doesn't enjoy watching their friends simulate suicide with form, style, and multiple expletives which I'd rather not write here? I definitely do. I've got pictures, but I'll post them later.

Don't ask me why I didn't jump. The answer is far too simple and frankly disappointing. Yes, I think you know why.

The relief part came when I got home and checked my messages on the archaic social networking website otherwise known as Myspace. (Yes, archaic even though it's not even been around for more than 10 yrs.) Let's just say, my curiosity has been allayed.

Anway, it was a good Saturday, however, the aftermath is making my Sunday barely walkable.

Mumbo Jumbo

I've got this hike tomorrow and I really can't sleep. My insomnia is due in part to the fact that I slept this afternoon, but for some reason there's a lot going through my head.

Sometimes I wonder how I'm viewed in the eyes of my former love interests or even people in general. I wonder if I'm just kind of a serial number-- a meaningless digit in a long chain of numbers that were other love interests or seasons of life that can be selected and erased.

That's definitely not the case for me. I have a distinct emotion for each of the people I've been with. Nostalgia, regret coupled with curiosity, and huge resentment, respectively. These are watermarks, not serial numbers.

Anyway, this is all mumbo jumbo here... I wish I could sleep.

BTW, I'm getting better at Halo every day thanks to Jon. I really don't know if I should be proud. haha. I've been practicing singing a lot as well being that I don't have my electric. I love my Takamine. It's great! I miss the Tele though... so sad.

Teri Beef!

I've decided that my favorite room in my house next to my bedroom is definitely the kitchen. I spend a good few hours in there every day. It's great! I love food. I just don't like cleaning...

So anyway, this is what I had for dinner tonight. Recipe compliments of Jon, my house mate. Teriyaki beef folks. Feast your eyes on that!












Aside from food, I spent my day shopping for various necessities like a lamp, food, candle (I like my space smelling nice), etc. Now it's time to do some homework... Gosh, I'm so lazy.

The Past could have been The Present

ahhh yet another fruitless day. well in terms of getting homework done or doing anything worth talking about.

if you get a chance however, take a look at some of my new work on myspace.
www.myspace.com/p1r0

so have you ever had an ex that got married?

i do. it's weird. i don't know what to make of it. i don't care as much as i had before, but i'd be lying if i said i didn't care at all. i guess it's the thought that had we not split up that could be me. i don't know if i should be relieved or sad. i think if i was still with her, i wouldn't be here following my dream to become a graphic designer. however, in the case that i were still with her, i'd probably be happy, just in a different way. i would not have experienced the heartbreak that i did since we broke up not just with her, but with my other relationships that ended. i'd have a completely different perpective on life.

well, i've come to like how my life is going right now so i guess i'll never know.

ignorance is bliss i guess, but sometimes i get curious.

sometimes i can't decide what would be more ideal: to find someone new who is completely amazing and blows my mind, or to rekindle an old flame. however, at this point, both options are hypothetical so i guess we'll see what happens.

Pointless.

I'm supposed to be writing an essay/report about water. ERGH.

The sense of distraction is so utterly powerful. It's like a magnetic force that repels me completely from opening up Word and just starting that damn essay. Must... Write... Essay...

In other news:
I am poor and if you'd like to donate to the poor art student fund, please email me at: jacobwong@lagunacollege.edu. Please help yourself by helping me. (I know that doesn't say much but just roll with me here)
My legs are not too sore anymore. 35 miles of biking anyone?!

Is coffee at 10:15 a good idea? I guess I'm under the assumption that I'll be staying up to work on crap... I may be wrong.

OK, enough rambling. I'm stalling until I get something substantial to write about but nothing is coming into my head. Have a good day folks.

-Edit-

Here are some thoughts that came across my head when thinking about old relationships and a variety of other things...

So do you ever have this unsettling feeling in the back of your head where you feel like something about your life is not right? Then you think really hard about what it might be...

... And you remember. What was it?

A relationship?
Something you said to someone?
Some circumstance that occurred that was completely out of your control?

You feel disturbed and almost offended that someone or something screwed with your life. You think, "THIS is what I would have been," or "THIS is what could be if YOU didn't happen," etc.

Sometimes this divergence occurs as a direct consequence of someone's actions, and sometimes it just happens as a result of a series of different incoherent coincidences. Either way, you're still disturbed to a certain degree.

Though we remember the more disturbing examples of this kind of intervention of fate, perhaps we forget that all that every single individual has become is a result of it. This divergence and intervention is what life is made of and defines every individual.

We all have this idea of what our lives would or should look like-- we have expectations.

Don't have expectations. Have goals. There's a difference because when you have expectations, you feel like life owes you something. It doesn't and you'll be sorely disappointed and very bitter. When you have goals, you go and try to get it never assuming but always believing that you'll achieve them.

FRIDAY FRENZYY

so yesterday, i rode my bike.

i don't mean a little mosey in a park or anything like that... i biked a full 32 miles. that's right, you heard me. 32 miles.

despite soreness in my left calf and in some other areas i'd rather not mention, along with some mild psychological damage, it was a load of fun. initially, i expected the ride to be something like 10-20 miles tops, (which is still a challenge for me...) but no, we kept on going... and going...

now do understand that while 32 miles is nothing for some people, it was a huge accomplishment for me being that the longest i've ever ridden at one time was 3 miles. so yeah, pretty big deal.

the people i biked with were a really upbeat and interesting rag-tag group of UCI students. for example, there was chuck, our fearless leader who can and will, if prompted, make some pretty convincing car sounds and ride any distance on a unicycle.

so i'd recommend a ride like this if:
1. you have a few loose screws
2. have massive calves and quads (or would like to have some)
3. you are crazy
4. you enjoy meeting fun people
5. you like getting cramps
6. or all of the above all at once

and in case you were wondering, here's a map of the route!

Introduction

So I decided to start blogging seriously once again, and honestly, I don't know about what. I just read so many blogs that I figure I may as well join. So here I am.

In case you're wondering about me, I design, I illustrate, I take photos of cool stuffs, and I play music. Well, apparently, now I write blogs. WHADDYAKNOW!? Alright, there we have it. ^_^