Wowowee Wow

I think good products have good names that actually describe the product. Nike Free's are one of those products. My feet are definitely free.

Harold and Kumar is a great flick. It sucks though that the movie is basically a "coming of age" story of an Asian guy, through a night of unfortunate and fortunate events, finally grabbing life by the balls and sticking it to his white colleagues while doing the hot Spanish girl (Marrrrria, you gotta roll the r's, it's exotic) in the butt. Ok, not really, but that would've been tight. I mean, King Leonidas did it in in his movie, why can't Harold? Anyway, when did this movie come out? Is it only now that Asians are sticking it to the man? I guess I have some more rebelling to do. ("I will NOT be smarter than you anymore! Never again! Fight the power!")

Ferris Bueller's Day Off is genius. Nuff' said. (It was on in Bravo. It's the channel with the faint scent of yuppie.)

I'm cruisin'. I need to get a new bike already. It's nice that I have a place where I can store my obsessions when life gets a little crazy.

Props to Flickr user Olly C for the picture of DJ Yoda spinning to the aforementioned movie, Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Amazing what you'd find after watching a movie, looking up the band "Simple Minds" because of a poster in a room in the movie, and reading about the writer of the movie in wikipedia, and then typing in "Ferris Bueller" in Flickr. NICE.

Oh, yea. Hell Hath No Fury is still a really good album.

This for the 100,000 dollar kitty German drivers
With big rims and low-pro tires
Fuckin' with college bitches with innocent looks like Mya
Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars
I groom 'em well

As my hands drip on them keys

This space attracts me. Here comes the ugly.

I am so frustrated that I want to feel flesh in my clenched fist. And its weird cuz I already do. I feel anxious for no apparent reason, and that frustrates me. I wish I could stare myself down, because that usually works. Piss off.

Mabuhay, ang kababayan 'kong Pilipino.

Reality Check

I put on my shirt backwards twice this morning. So on the third time, I made sure to put the arm I just pulled out of the sleeve into the other sleeve. By common sense, this should result in a shirt the right way forward. I still checked to see if it was backwards.

Who knows? I might be surprised.

Que que?

I have been using the same username and password for everything I have signed up for in the internets since I moved to America in the 8th grade. I remember distinctly. I moved to a San Jose middle school called Mathson, and I remember that there would be parked around the school some really cool cars. Hondas, Nissans, Toyotas, some lowriders with a fresh kandy paint... Coming from Saudi Arabia, I saw none of these things. There was no need to express a sense of individuality with your car when you worried more whether or not it would start that day. I remember. My dad was just damn proud no one else had his Toyota Corona in blue for at least 10,000 camel paces.

So the car obsession took a firm grip on my balls. I decided to lean towards the Japanese imports because, YEA my hair was spiky and I loved to shift needlessly hard on my automatic and I loved high gas mileage that I plan to eventually get rid of with excessive modifications that would fail to make my Sentra look any less of a Sentra. I also loved to lurk in car forums and would so sneakily stalk who I'd think are the gurus of this particular 'hood of car nerds. You'd think I was going to buy a car the next year with all the wealth of my prized 2 dollar bill (of which I seriously thought was an artifact that was going to blow up in value in any minute. Everybody knows 2 is better than 1!) I was doing so much research about most every Japanese car. I would have a list of what make and model I have decided on, a schedule spanning 5 years of what modifications I would do to it to match my budding driving skillz, and finally a list of aero parts with web addresses to the most obscure Japanese sites that I can't even read, but at least they have a "add to cart" link with an American flag next to it. (Noted...)

Inlinesixer was the username I used for the longest time. I decided that inline-six engines that reside cars like the BMW M3 and the Nissan GT-R where for some reason symbolic to me. Why six cylinders? I was so sick of doing research I decided Nissan and BMW just wanted to be different.

Why am I bringing this up? It's because recently my roommates downloaded Gunbound for every computer in the apartment and I was like "HEY."

"JARRETT."

Imma make a new username that will reflect that which is me to those (in Gunbound) who read it.

"YOR STOPID"
"JEEZ if we still win I'll buy you a hat"
"Samson_n_Delilah is a dum name..."
"PRESS READY, GOGOGOGOG"
"NOOB yur ghey press READYYY"

Did I put much thought into this name? I'll tell you once I'm over it.

There's hope for me yet

This is really cool. So some background. My major is basically trying to make mathematical models for real-world events. Think of it as applied math for industries, economics, and apparently the entertainment and music industry as well. Whizza-wha? Yup, I said it, the New Yorker has a reporter that reports on certain entertainment industries that have figured out common characteristics of the general public's aesthetic tastes. And it's mathematical.

This video is pretty long, and the reporter is pretty quirky and wordy. If you bear with him, he does have a point, and it's pretty much what I've been looking for.

Ethics Question: Would you exploit information that will possibly get you crazy money because you can predict its future popularity? I think if you're smart enough to do that, you probably deserve it. Onwards, hooo!!

http://www.newyorker.com/festival/videos/fevi_video5a

2 Things

1. I love that feeling right before you stop super-stretching (it's normal stretching coupled with some grunts and moans).
   
2. I like that feeling when you start to space out when you're reading something, cuz I like to then space out on how I spaced out in the first place. It's fun when you don't have to do anything urgent.
   

That is all.

What?

I pretty much suck at this lent thing. I might as well write it down here so it's official. So I gave up cursing, meat, cigarettes, and making fun of Catherine. Yea, and the only thing I've been able to keep up is the cigarettes part, which I'm very proud of. I've broken each of the other ones at least once. The cursing one gets on my nerves. A good friend of mine, Adrien, told me that some feelings are pretty hard to express without curse words. (Does that mean that you don't have those feelings if you don't curse?) I wrote it down as something to write about in the future.

Anyway, I wanna dedicate this post to a diamond in the rough I have found last night. So a little history first, I watched this movie called Duets back in winter break, and I loved it. The exact thought that passed in my head was: "Man, I can't wait 'till the roomies turn 21 and we go on a drunken karaoke-ing rampage." And that is exactly what happened last night. This place called Jaguar in a Korean section down Telegraph.... ROCKS. Seriously. It said so on the screen once I scored 77 on "Tears in Heaven."

All I'm saying is that y'all need to experience the magic that is Karaoke. I mean don't you ever wonder where all the Asians are in your local pub? It's because they choose to stay decolonized and true to their roots, because for Asians, beer doesn't go with chicken wings and football on TV. We require action. Passion. We've found out that the intoxicated blubbering isn't because of the alcohol, it's the Korean, Japanese, Filipino pop star struggling to come out. Hey, don't get mad. It's science.

Do yourself a favor and experience the Karaoke. Or at least watch Duets.

STRAY THOUGHT SECTION
I wanna buy a new bike...
Shout out to Paul for finishing another masterpiece...