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Funny pic o’ the day.

Dreams

I find myself situated in my room, lying in bed (same bed as where I’m sleeping in). And I rub my eye and get up. I notice a tingling in my leg. I notice a single ant on my foot. I flick it away, and I notice a line of ants going to an coke can. Drats. I get a raid bottle (somehow one magically appears in my hand), and I kill the line, then I look a few feet to the left, and the entire room is covered with ants. My heart pounds within the dream, and I start to spray the entire fucking room.

Shift…… my perception changes, and suddenly I’m standing in a modernistic room, with metallic and birch overtones. Everything has clean and simple lines. I notice a Salvador Dali artpiece on the wall and I turn my head and….

….my perception changes again….

I’m standing in the inside of an airplane… it lurches and I close my eyes, and I scream… and then I wake up in my bed sweating like crazy. Damn nightmares. Glad it’s over.

I get up off my bed, then I realize something is quite odd about my bed. The room seems to lurch a little bit and then I notice the entire wall covered with ants. I scream and then turn my head and…

… I’m standing in a maintenance street at UCLA (the same one I drive past to pick up friends or go to a dance at a hall), and I’m wondering how I got there, and I turn my head and

Shift… I’m back to that modernistic room. It’s totally blank this time. I know this is a dream by now, and I’m seriously wanting it to end. I will myself to wake up. I blink

and

I find myself on the same airplane again, and this time I actually welcome the lurch. I blink and then an indescribably bright light goes into my eyes, turning everything a pure white (like in the matrix, where Neo finds himself when he first goes back.)

I wake up for real.

Ikea Part #2. Why I enjoy the venue.

Big signs, modernistic decor. Huge arrows pointing the way. A parent friendly childcare center. Ecologically friendly dim lighting and bright yellow bags. Quaint names for every day objects, at cheap prices. An ambient temperature at a comfortable 70 degrees. Cheap prices. Great looking single women walking around. Great looking college girls with their parents. Sofa section allows you to rest in the middle of a journey. The dining hall allows you to sample swedish salmon plates. Great lighting solutions. Great, cheap desks. More later.

Cute – Continuation

xxxxxx: ohayo just means good morning. lol…you’re very cute.

e y s a n: excuse me?

xxxxxx: your memory was very cute. therefore, you are very very cute.

What the hell does cute mean? It has so many different meanings and variations.There is the patronizing “awww, how cute.” The awed, “damn, she’s cute”. The nonchalant, “Oh how cute.” The sarcastic, “… cute.” The i-dontgiveafuck, “pretty cute.”

I just don’t know.

xxxxx: i’m gonna be right back

…

xxxxx: ohayo!

e y s a n: you reminded me of a memory

e y s a n: from a long time ago

e y s a n: i was playing baseball

xxxxx: ?

e y s a n: in little leage when i was 12

e y s a n: and there was a visitor from japan

e y s a n: his name was johnny oh or something

e y s a n: my name is david oh

e y s a n: and johnny oh is some kind of japan super star

e y s a n: for baseball

e y s a n: and he was doing announcements

e y s a n: he saw my name and he yelled out, David ohayo

e y s a n: i don’t know why

e y s a n: i had the same name as him

e y s a n: bastard

My apologies for the lack of personal writings of late– my muse is currently being redirected into my work. Also, I haven’t really had anything interesting to talk about. Except the other day when Patrick my third roommate finally came back from Kentucky and we’re on our way to finally getting things squared away in our apartment. I love Ikea. I really love Ikea.

Story time – Reuters

July 26 ? Staff at a Scottish safari park were shocked to discover the identity of a prankster who bombarded their mobile phones with mysterious calls: a chimpanzee.

The Blair Drummond Safari Park in central Scotland has been inundated with visitors curious to see “Chippy,” who stole a mobile phone and quickly learned to use it.

“He picked my pocket when I was cleaning out the cages and later that day I noticed my mobile phone was missing,” park staff member Gary Gilmour told Reuters on Wednesday.

“Some of the wardens started getting mysterious phone calls the next morning…one worker heard the chimp’s shrieks and that’s when the penny dropped,” he said.

Gilmour said 11-year-old Chippy, one of four chimpanzees at the park, dialed into the phone’s stored numbers and started making random calls.

“He was a bit depressed when we took the phone away, but everybody comes in wanting to see him…I haven’t been able to do my work,” said the keeper.

I got to work 30 minutes late today, due to having had only an hour of sleep, and the whole day I was practically comatose. But then again, being exhausted does has its advantages, namely, I see my designs in a different pespective. I redesigned the entirety of the bigpostcard.com flash end and changed the entire look around in a hectic 8 hours because i wasn’t happy with the design. my boss was slightly more impressed. damnit, i think i made her jaded with the quality of stuff i come out with. i need to learn lightwave and do the next thing in pure 3d or something. i wanna hear some gasps damnit, some mutha-fucking gasps.

Macy got a new blog once again, a redesign.

I was playing around with my webcam the whole day today, besides going with James to Home Depot to pick up some essential stuff… there is a new link to the left, called webcam pics. Pretty self-explanatory, no?

I got a logitech webcam the other day. When I get back to Irvine, I’ll install it. I wasn’t originaly going to get one, but I was looking through the web and seeing all the cool stuff you could do with it, like face recognition so I don’t have to type passwords, and play video games by using my body.

As per request: Jamie is a good friend. Harhar.

My friend Macy got her own blog.

In other news, I’m going to dance tonight. I totally need to. I can’t seem to let my mind free to write more than a few sentences, ever since the cold shower treatment. Oh, the people came and fixed it today. Finally.

Is watching Utada Hiraku – First Love, the music video on repeat for 2 hours straight since arriving to work pathetic?

I took a cold shower again.

I woke up today, and when I turned on the faucet, nothing but cold water came out. I padded down the hall in my stupified slumber and asked my mother what happened to the water while I was gone. She told me the water heater was broken, so I have to take a cold shower.

I think I looked at the stream of cold water for maybe 5 minutes before I actually got in. When I got in, I started shivering and cursing the very ground I was standing on, and morning erection? hah! my package was smaller than the average erect japanese pornstar’s. i had the libido of nancy reagan. i felt all cold and un-human inside, kind of like janet reno.

to make things worse, soap lathers a lot more slowly when you’re taking a cold shower. it took longer than usual to wash my hair. it took forever to wash my body. you bet your ass i was composing this blog in my head while i was re-enacting the titanic (“so-, so-, so- cold jack, so cold“).

i had a wonderful dream that i was in the process of rememembering that was quickly forgotten while i was taking that shower. the humanity. oh, the humanity.

A picture from Area 51 that makes me, once again, look like a little kid.

I just bought the server for glowsticking.com.

The current design is in flash, but I think I might put up a simple html one to save bandwidth.

One of the better designed blogs I’ve seen so far. Very easy to read. Typographically friendly and layout is superb. The line-of-sight is very nice.

my policy on the links section:

people i have met go on top, followed by people i haven’t met, followed by other sites.

i’d like to keep the people i have met section bigger than the people i haven’t met. i don’t believe in living my life on the internet.

okay, i’m going to sleep for real.