tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25449692932467327362024-03-12T21:00:05.885-05:00munggoobahtdesign, pictures, all things chill.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-80314681288654082042013-09-27T22:23:00.003-05:002013-09-27T22:23:34.847-05:00Since the last oneIt seemed short for a minute but now that it's in my thoughts, I can't remember the last thing I posted. Of course, I can just check, but what is the fun in that. I remember the moments I thought were worthy of post that never materialized. There was my fridge DIY when I perfectly covered all the rust stains on the façade using white contact paper. There was a moment when I woke up with my ipod playing a song, and I thought, "hmm, this is a fine moment." Then the strong glare of the sun made it's harsh way through my perfectly rested pupils to give it a shock, a shock worthy of the squint you make when lemon juice gets in your eye. Then my consciousness realized I am at the beach, I had forgotten where I was. It's wonderful when the goodness creeps up because the brain farted, and life is all things chill over and under, the way it's supposed to be. There was also the 2 two weeks I took off and enjoyed north shore Oahu, Maui and Kauai with my sister, nephews, brother in law and several close friends. We went up Mt Haleakala which we called 'cloud mountain' where I broke my glasses trying to take jumping pictures above the clouds. "I'm so high, my shoes are scraping the sky" as John Legend puts it. But in my case, my shoes scraped my source of clear vision - semi sad, but it was time for new spectacles anyway. I embarked on finding the perfect frames and settled on what I call my Foa glasses. It looks like it might be Koa but it's really acetate so it's fake. Hence, Foa.
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I suppose what I should spend my time on should be my most recent trip back to Chi. It was great. The hustle, the bustle, the people, the style, the sky scrapers, the different atmosphere. At the end of it all, it was a trip - just that and it was conclusive. As much as I miss it all and sometimes seek it all, I think I would miss and seek Hawaii more. But back to it all, the vacation, I actually finally went up the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sears_Tower">Sears Tower</a> (formerly but always will be). Another moment of #suchgreatheights and I have pics to show for it.<br />
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Pics below are of Joe looking above all of Chillinois. There is my dog Jethro, who is 8 yrs young but still acts like he is a 6 month old puppy. God bless Jethro, perfect symbol of fidelity, I have not seen him for over a year but in fidelity dog years, which must be the exact opposite of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aging_in_dogs">dog years,</a> it's like he never skipped a beat. Still there, still my habebe, still Jethro. There is the Chicago Ave. stop of the CTA Brown Line.<br />
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To the left, below is a view of the skyline from the Millenium Park gardens. Below, middle is the sunset looking over the flatland called the Midwest, I caught a helicopter flying by the edge of my frame. And the last one are more buildings, for every mountain ridges and craters I have here in Hawaii there is an equivalent sky scraper in Chicago.</div>
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And so it is, the annual homecoming trip, all done and got my fix. Now I'm back in paradise.</div>
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I wish I was back in school. I just realized that I miss it. The pressure, the camaraderie, the learning. I want to get smarter. I remember when I used to complain so much about projects and I psyche myself out thinking that I'm gonna fail, but I never did. Now I am sitting here thinking what else I can do to not fail at this 'having a meaningful job in Hawaii' thing...or at least some traction. How can I gain more traction so that I can get out of the slow lane and get to the fast one? Slow seems to be the story as of late. <br />
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I should lead the way to a more light-hearted writing. The beach is frickin gorgeous, as always and forever will be. I've been taking photos and making them into e-postcards recently. Some turned out to be dope.<br />
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Check out the rest of them here at my <a href="http://www.hipster.com/people/juju-1">hipster</a> page.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-25825194361598876372011-10-20T04:11:00.001-05:002011-10-20T15:48:23.671-05:00PoPoMoPoTrying to get my wannabe art on. =)<br />
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I quit smoking for the 2nd time three days ago. I am in the midst of an existential crisis. Misery at it's finest form, triggered by the indifferent lungs and the battle between the idealistic mind and the selfish body.<br />
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I'm experiencing the difficulty in working towards the ideal while being comfortable in the meantime. True for everything; the creative reward, the financial alleviation, the cessation of a habit which masks the mind with quick spurts of unbridled relief. There is one flaw in the system: the very tool used to forget is also the same tool that shackles. My diligence is going through rigorous testing. My deepest frustrations lie in waiting.<br />
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This is it, though, making this work is the only option for the sanity. Diverting my finances to the more justified necessities, working towards my security is the thought that currently weighs me. The creative, the finances, and the All Things Chill are the three strands. they have to be strengthened and braided tightly. I have my fingers crossed perfectly .<br />
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dunno why? there seems to be an imaginary switch between feeling inspired to blog and laziness. This just is...both an extension and platform for creativity that somehow, sometimes, manages to have it's rightful entity. I can already feel it extending. After all, what's a screwdriver without a screw but just a tool...and sometimes I find screw drivers oddly entertaining, especially when it's done with Tropicana and fine, fine vodka. But like I said...dunno why? However, if you wanna walk with me here i'd appreciate the company...<br />
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Now on to using this platform. Yesterday be chill, all things relax, all things wonderful - except for those damn red ants. I caught me this picture of a wave breaking against a tiny man-made sand extrusion. Right was the time and the shutter was fast.<br />
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I kinda wanna watch Midnight in Paris, just to see Owen play Woody. <br />
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After a while it really just becomes repetitive to talk about how this was great and that was my day. The truth is this really was great. You get people jumping off rocks, a bright full, protractor-esque Roy G. Biv, a random puppy comes by to chill and get her pet on... It's kinda hard to say not to repeatedly say how awesome this is.<br />
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Light conversations with myself, or as I call it nowadays, ctrl+t-ing my brain. If you're not in the know, that's 'free transform' in Photoshop. Listening to my Ipod and barely and getting engulfed in stories with melodies. Even listening to my room mates banter on who gets shotgun and who's gonna teach who a lesson can be mildly amusing.<br />
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Lastly, happy birthday to my dear sis Jaunice. More power to you!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-20752323573018449652011-05-31T21:35:00.000-05:002011-06-01T14:26:55.159-05:00MemDay530<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muUNAcwEEJg/TeXiw8VDxUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4-xEp2brTBU/s1600/R1-07995-021A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="432" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muUNAcwEEJg/TeXiw8VDxUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4-xEp2brTBU/s640/R1-07995-021A.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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I totally did not expect this event to be anywhere near reflective, figuratively speaking. There's something about the gathering and the lanterns and the high emotional presentation of this event that made it enlightening. Maybe it was the stunning visual spread which the event created that plucked a cord somewhere. The lights were glistening and organically forming random non-patterns - it moved me. I started thinking about my grandma at first, the one I knew well...then I thought about my other grandma even though I can't remember her...and then it just kept rolling onto my two grandfathers, one I never got to meet and the other I never got to know well. Never have I experienced Memorial Day this way, really the way it is meant to be observed. <br />
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I flicker searched lantern ceremony today and befriended folks who posted photos from the event...one of which found a photo of her floating <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munggoobaht/5780478640/sizes/l/in/set-72157626848783596/">lantern</a> on my photostream. Hundreds and maybe thousands of floating lanterns, and hers happened to be one of the very few that I had photographed. Purely kismet connection made, kinda put a happy tingle on my day.<br />
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This pic to the left was taken right at sunset shortly before the lanterns floated...Don't let me be misunderstood though, I still want fancy camera with a fancy lens, much fancier than the D3000 I currently own, whose light meter is doing all sorts of discombobulated metering. If you feel like looking at more check out the rest of my MemDay530 photos <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munggoobaht/sets/72157626848783596/">here</a>, some of which are taken by my Pentax waterproof cam, too.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-38467859301930888652011-05-17T01:48:00.002-05:002011-05-21T00:46:42.018-05:00All text, just typeSun rash still on my skin but I can't help it I like the beach a lot. I've been watching this heavy duty paper towel deteriorate the past four months, the one I stuck in between a crack on the wall in the garden where I smoke at night. All weathered but still there, very compact and strong, just sitting idle - i need to take a photograph of it.<br />
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I can't wait until the end of June, Weeds will be back on. Nancy Botwin should run for something, cause she's good at getting away with things. If I had half her luck I would be just as reckless. But then again she lives in the world of Showtime and I live in the world of real time. It's kind of amazing how much that show evolved since the first season, I wonder how my life would be different in six seasons?<br />
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One half of my industrial design friends in Hawaii left last November to move to San Francisco. I found out last week that he recently just moved to Kansas after less than 6months at SF. Got a job at Coleman designing camping equipments. I reckon that's the kind of job people would move to Kansas for. Despite the tornadoes and endless even land, he's doing something he loves to do...and I presume getting paid damn well for it. Eric, Hawaii misses you, and I am sure you miss Hawaii too, but my hat's off to you for getting the job you want. Keep on keeping on.<br />
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Here's for you people, from our good friend, Jack Johnson...<br />
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In times like those<br />
What will be will be<br />
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And it always goes on and on...<br />
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One half of my room mates just got back from Kauai. I just picked him up from the airPT. He can't say enough good things about his adventures over there, and I can't wait to share similar or better adventures when some buddies and I go to Kauai next year. So you people best make it to the islands, you know who you be.<br />
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Holy coo coo ca choo Mrs Robinson. My nights are so fast, next thing you know it's eleven o'clock and from then on it's eight hours or less before I wake up. I can actually push it now for half an hour since I bought my vw wabbit. Me likey it much, but damn over four bucks per gallon on gas is way past too much. <br />
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I should shower. PeaceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-79852775317977155802011-05-16T02:34:00.000-05:002011-05-16T02:34:14.231-05:00Epic Maui Wowee<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRrYltisHeo/TdDSpH_ojzI/AAAAAAAAASs/NZ1DgPEgQ7U/s1600/maui+blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRrYltisHeo/TdDSpH_ojzI/AAAAAAAAASs/NZ1DgPEgQ7U/s1600/maui+blog1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEPevpn0y7M/TdDSqHx4UVI/AAAAAAAAASw/abu0rJfOqbc/s1600/maui+blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEPevpn0y7M/TdDSqHx4UVI/AAAAAAAAASw/abu0rJfOqbc/s1600/maui+blog2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtZD7orNM10/TdDSq-fjyJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GBrUL8WzEqI/s1600/maui+blog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtZD7orNM10/TdDSq-fjyJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GBrUL8WzEqI/s1600/maui+blog3.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfuVnv_RAZ0/TdDSr0t_-CI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mDfUJV8O4Xw/s1600/maui+blog4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfuVnv_RAZ0/TdDSr0t_-CI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mDfUJV8O4Xw/s1600/maui+blog4.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpn98YQXf4k/TdDStJeO0JI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7q0yLcew-9s/s1600/maui+blog5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpn98YQXf4k/TdDStJeO0JI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7q0yLcew-9s/s1600/maui+blog5.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-21891338679577544802011-04-22T04:03:00.001-05:002011-04-22T04:04:29.264-05:00Tryna Sleep<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAE70kGLVhU/TbFEDqMV3YI/AAAAAAAAASI/tZVZvO4qO6Q/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAE70kGLVhU/TbFEDqMV3YI/AAAAAAAAASI/tZVZvO4qO6Q/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I'm summoning the keyboard to speak to me because I'm not sure what to type. Sometimes I read, sometimes I draw, sometimes I photoshop, but right now I'm typing cause the clock be so slow. My mind is against sleeping until it's the absolute last second before the clock tips over to less than eight hrs of rest. Then the imaginary count starts...7:59, 58, 57, dot dot dot. At around the 6:30 mark I would go for a Nyquil or Benadryl run, or if I am not feeling frugal and wanna be all natural then I would get Melatonin. The 6:30 mark is the 'now or never' moment because when I get back I would still have 6hrs to knock the eff out. After all, the potency of them things maxes out after four hrs - so my rise and shine moment the following day might still go smooth.<br />
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Me also has an imaginary mind scale. And right now I am weighing whether I should stop by Ross dress for less after work tomorrow and buy some draws cause I really do not feel like doing laundry. I dug around my whole room except for the hamper to find me some fresh draws. It was a success, probably the finest achievement of my day, and that's saying a lot because I finally finished the presentation booklet that I have been working on at the office for the last two weeks.<br />
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I read somewhere that when you do other things for long periods of time on the bed, your body would not know when it's actually time to sleep. As much as I adore this laptop bed tray, when I lay down for actual sleep my body is still thinking blog or Photoshop or Wikipedia. The body is a slave to the mind, and why doesn't sleeplessness occur when the sun is out. It's always harder to do things when you're suppose to.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-59115994611457103112011-04-18T02:05:00.003-05:002011-04-18T02:55:36.083-05:00Fin de semana♪ ♫ I believe in the sand beneath my toes, <br />
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Busy Saturday, lazy sunday. Yesterday I was everywhere, including getting beat up the waves at Makapu'u Beach. I'm finally getting used to the Mon-Friday office schedule..Good 'ol friend Nyquil sometimes helps me ktfo. Friday night starts off with the pau hana dinner and sunday ends chill.<br />
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I want to drive. This week is probably gonna be the week that I will join everybody else who owes money. I really really wanna drive. I went with Steph to Kailua and she test drove a car. She's found hers and now I'm jealous that I haven't found mine. Btw, she was wearing really cool shades.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-83788511751635874122011-04-16T23:29:00.000-05:002011-04-17T16:57:20.286-05:00Aiea Loop Trail<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxAcZv2t1Y0/TaqZNFAocRI/AAAAAAAAARU/WkY7cnpq4YM/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="379" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxAcZv2t1Y0/TaqZNFAocRI/AAAAAAAAARU/WkY7cnpq4YM/s640/4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>I'm seriously considering walking to 711 right now. It's one of those things that is always around, but lo and behold! when you need it, it's not there anymore...damn nail clipper.<br />
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As I am typing I feel my nails hitting the keys, what a weird sensation this is. I feel like I'm going to bruise the root of where my nails grow, lol. Of course I can start using the good 'ol teefth...but oh wait...I just felt my toe nails and those are long too...yeah teefth aint gonna work.<br />
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Last weekend I hiked the Aiea loop trail with some fine folks. It wasn't particularly hard. Moderate all the way and I'd actually prefer trails that gets difficult, then easy, then repeat. But it was therapeutic. I met a chameleon out in the wild. It was showing off, camouflaging itself on the tree which it climbed. It was a sight to see and I was impressed.<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munggoobaht/5626935796/" title="six by munggoobaht, on Flickr"><img alt="six" height="576" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5143/5626935796_f9e69a20a8.jpg" width="920" /></a><br />
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My nails are really bothering me. I suppose I am going to really going to look for my clippers now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-71522439537302099332011-04-07T02:56:00.002-05:002011-04-20T03:28:31.848-05:00thowback2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZfQ1X27qu0/TZ1wJj8a49I/AAAAAAAAARE/nD_0FaYr5MY/s1600/writeblog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZfQ1X27qu0/TZ1wJj8a49I/AAAAAAAAARE/nD_0FaYr5MY/s1600/writeblog1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-17682786025688494002011-04-07T02:53:00.000-05:002011-04-07T02:53:51.277-05:00ThrowbackI am sitting at a cafe right on the corner of Piikoi and Waimanu st, it's called Kissaten. I didn't know up until several days ago that the word 'kissaten' actually means café. I think this is a japanese word with a very sweet connotation, much better than 'tsunami.'<br />
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Everything is just about normal around here. I am back to going to café's to do all things and nothing - blogging, Rhino-ing, render-monkey-ing, nothing. Reminds me of a time when I would get in my car to go to Jbean Coffe on Harlem and Irving, or Eisenhower Library in Harwood Heights. That was eleven months ago. This time around, though, I am rid of a car of my own and most importantly, rid of the anxiety and stress of what would be, cause right now turned out to be. Hmmm. Gotta give props to my boy Darien for getting me off my hermit ass so now I am actually doing something semi-productive.<br />
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This afternoon I got around to thinking about how it's been nearly a year since I made the leap to move here. Seems so long ago as far as how things progressed. From not having a roof on my head to getting a job after month and progressively landing the position I actively pursued within the company.<br />
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I do miss the horizontal wind. Tangibility magnified by the snow that attaches itself on just the one side of the tree. In retrospect that was kind of a sight to behold. Cold trips to Margies Candies on Western and Armitage to eat some cold snacks. The days.<br />
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All day today I was struggling about designing a Mother's Day counter card to use for our stores. I didn't feel quite right about anything that I came up with. It was like I was being forced to dramafy myself. Then I realized why I felt so. You see anything I came up with I wouldn't give to my mom - they were all too serious. Thinking of my mom, I set to get myself out my frustrated mind frame and maybe do something that's reminiscent of her. The first thing that popped was a time when she was Lol-ing her butt off watching Dumb and Dumber on the hot cable way back then. Naturally my mind went to Chicago. Then Kanye West came out of nowhere singing everything I'm not makes me everything I am. I thought of the time when I heard my mother uttering the words bahh ram ewe around the house. Still frustrated when I got home, I decided to pick up the Wacom and do something that would get my mind off the damn store signs. The work above is what resulted out of it. Needless to say, I can never use anything remotely close to this for our store signs. Bahh Ram Eweee!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-54271805793661157952011-03-21T01:01:00.002-05:002011-03-21T23:34:21.090-05:00Ok time to reviveOk time to revive.<br />
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Between tsunami warnings, chi homecoming and a full time design gig there aint been much room to get inspired with writing. Inspiration, after all, is the basis of this blog and without it things have been unchill round here. So many tangents of thoughts and work but no time to put them altogether in a way that makes sense to me. Well, it's gonna be all over the place but here's a go at it...<br />
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I've recently added sushi as part of my weekly diet. I suppose it's inevitable cause sushi houses come a dime a dozen round here. They're everywhere, kinda like Duane Reade in Manhattan. Also, I've come to a conclusion that my Nikkormat is gonna be my favorite camera till the end of days. It's sanctuary when I am looking at the world behind it. I can capture quick with it, truest to how I wanna show my intent more than any other tool.<br />
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Having said the previous, I am not at all opposed to owning all other forms of photographic toys that I can get my hands on. I've been thoroughly enjoying this awesome Pentax. It has a panoramic option and can go under water among other things. Above is a photo of my room, in which I have been proactively trying to create the feeling of home the last few months. The little brown vertical shelf that sits right next to my headboard is my latest project. In order for me to put up the curtain I first had to deal with the window space that the shelf now covers. I couldn't find the right fit shelf so I got ambitious and created my own shelf. Now it fits perfectly.<br />
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Not to be fooled though, it's made out of foam core and contact paper, it's just for show hahahaha. It weighs about 2lbs. The prototype to the right is also made out of the same material. That one I did for work trying to solve how to merchandise the mini totes. I'm proud of these little suckers cause they be looking real. Even I got fooled...when I dropped one of the "wood" pieces I actually flinched thinking it was gonna hurt once it hit my toes. lmao.<br />
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Speaking of work. I have been dipping my hands in all kinds of things. Photography, signage, 3D modeling, prototyping, dot dot dot. I've been so focused on work that I didn't that know I wasn't suppose to come to the office the day of the tsunami watch- not until I realized the bus wasn't running that morning. but i walked to work anyway.<br />
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Last month I went back to Chi. It felt good to see the friends and the fam. Such a good time! Weird thing though, I went there thinking I was going home but halfway through being at home I wanted to go back to my other home. It kinda messed with my psyche that I felt what I felt. I naturally belong there, a little too natural. The bar I went to the day after I landed was also the same last bar that I was at before I left. I don't know if this has anything to do with it but as I am writing this a cover of <i>Time After Time</i> by Quietdrive starts playing. hmmm.<br />
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But in all seriousness, I needed a dose of Chicago. Even though it brought me back to the same mindset that I was in when I was living there, it also energized and put my focus back to where it should be. It kinda felt like the <i>Cheers</i> song, ♫ Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name ♫<br />
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Got my design fix with my design friends. Had some feel good fun times with the people I grew up with. Got to rub my habebe Jethro's belly. And of course, my much needed time with my neph Luca, who might or might not be an emo rocker when h grows up.<br />
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Lastly, I feel devastated for Japan. I'm going through my photos and found this pic, it reminded me of their flag. This is my homage to the Japanese. Konichiwa.<br />
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Shaka much - JujuUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-83434774393138269302010-12-23T15:56:00.002-06:002010-12-23T16:19:06.040-06:00The last few monthsI am re-learning how to write. The last few months there's been a block, but maybe because I started working six days a week. It's a good thing, though. I got my hands dirty on some photo and design work for my company, working a day or two at the office. Here's a few I took for our Neiman Marcus Hawaii collection.<br />
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Big thanks to my good buddy P-shop for helping me make these cookies perfect. Clone stamp for president.<br />
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Note to self: don't ever eat hot chips before taking off contacts. Even if I wash my hands really well. Do the opposite of nike: Don't DO IT!<br />
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So back to the regular programming. I bought some iron-on print paper and recently did some graphic tees for my lil neph.<br />
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Mele Kalikimaka. That means merry christmas in Hawaiian. I'm still trying to memorize how to say happy new year. They have some pretty spectacular displays here for the holidays. I took pics of them the other day.<br />
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Santa does the Shaka<br />
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hau'oli makahiko hou means happy new year. now say it five times.<br />
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I can't believe my mother got an Ipad before me. what da!??<br />
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I like this new Nikon d3000 camera. I kinda wished I knew that I was gonna receive a pretty decent bonus before I bought this camera though. <br />
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Lastly, this is for Lori. Thanks for your kind words.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-49326477772890260512010-11-21T21:25:00.000-06:002010-11-22T01:26:13.773-06:00Bob was so right<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munggoobaht/5197023795/" title="0016744-R1-031-14_013 by munggoobaht, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/5197023795_7f5a8ba372.jpg" width="425" height="286" alt="0016744-R1-031-14_013" /></a><br />
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All them stress and anxiety, why didn't I think of taking a walk sooner? Turns out I didn't need to get away, I just needed to pass up on everyone else's time but mine.<br />
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Bob was so right, everything's gonna be alright.<br />
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In homage to fall, I found some dried leaves which I took a picture of.<br />
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My head is clear, got a couple of new projects which I will be getting payed for. There won't be any snow to shovel. Life is good.<br />
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Here are some pics from the last coupla...<br />
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Dear You, HBD! keep shining like you know you can. Shaka, You.<br />
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PS. You're the youngest looking semi-old guy ever. But try to regain the weight you've lost, new clothes are expensive!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-38967632757324445792010-11-19T16:50:00.000-06:002010-11-19T16:50:01.364-06:00Some sort of revivalI suppose it's time now that I revive this blog. Whoa it's been over a month. Weather or not I meant it, I kinda disappeared. Lack of revelations and fascinations or maybe just pure laziness got the best of me. Or maybe because I've been in a rhythm of ups and downs. Either way, this is my comeback.<br />
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It's so hard to capture in writing all the nuances of poignant little nothings. <br />
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I think I made my first enemy here in Hawaii. Haha. She lives a couple of floors above me. She was always kind and nice. She has a little Maltese whom I adore and we were more than cordial up until the day I spat out this big goop of sickness without looking and it landed on her dog. Holy crap I felt so bad, I should've just manned up and apologized but I hid, but she still knows it was me. Common areas are bad, such as the garden - cordial relations get broken in these areas. And in the case of being stuck in the elevator for ten floors with her and the Maltese this afternoon, wow it can get very awkward. SWOOSHH, you can cut the tension with a knife. I think of my dog Jethro every time we cross paths.<br />
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I miss Luca too.<br />
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It seems that after five months I have finally built relations worth noting in my future autobiography, lol. Not just anecdotes of different characters, but rather worthy interactions and set fondness with several people who tipped the friendship scale. I've enjoyed bonding with my room mates. Far beyond activities such snorkeling are stories shared - experiences, goals, fears, hopes and vulnerabilities have molded them into admirable individuals whom I am fortunate to know. This is Daniel one half of my room mates.<br />
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The other night after work I walked to the beach. The band at the beach-side lounge was belting out a rendition of Louie Armstrong's <i>What a Wonderful World</i>. I sat down on the bench right where the concrete meets the sand. As I looked up my eyes scanned two giant coconut trees silhouetting against the moonlit sky. I followed them all the way to the top until I reached nothing, at least I thought so, But I just stared anyway. There were actually stars...a lot more than I am used to, some bright and some flickering. I stared at the sky for a while, hearing the waves break and the band in the background. What a moment!? This truly is a wonderful world. An unplanned and poignant surprise playing out right before me. I can't help but to feel alive.<br />
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It seems like I've sacrificed comfort, not having a car or that many friends. But the feel-good truth behind this is that I am learning and experiencing. At that bench I sat by myself, and I felt me becoming myself. My chosen path, my time to soak it in, my commitment, it was all there, on that bench with me. I owned this moment.<br />
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I've been waiting a long time / For this moment to come / I'm destined / For anything...at all...<br />
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Greenday played on my Ipod on my bicycle ride home. Wow I can't believe it took this long for me to notice that song. <br />
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Right outside the condo there is a bench where I situated myself and pulled out my pack. A minute into it the blind couple from the fifth floor came hand in hand with their canes and felt for the bench to sit, I moved all the way to the end. I didn't say hello but I am sure they felt me. The lady spoke with her soft voice and told the man how much she enjoyed hearing their next next door neighbor's music in the afternoon, she doesn't know who sings the songs, but the singer has a nice voice. The man exhaled a puff of smoke and told the woman how sure he was that tonight their next door neighbor must have a date with the fiancee based on the clicking of the heels she was wearing. The woman asked if he thinks the neighbor was wearing really high heels, and the man said "Yes dear, for sure."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-12879706087923096462010-09-15T19:00:00.005-05:002010-09-16T01:13:00.807-05:00Childlike, Zen-likeThe wind blew extra hard this afternoon, there were so many leaves coasting on the pool. It was actually a zen-like scene to watch the leaves float freely; I had an <i>American Beauty</i> moment, only instead of a white plastic bag dancing with the wind, there were multiple leaves floating on water. Best yet, I was alone. I took my time being a kid, amusing myself in the process. Instead of picking up the pool net and scooping up all the fun at once, I jumped in and chased every single one. With every motion I made the leaves swayed away in every way, except mine. It took me a while, but I caught each one until there was none. I really should have brought my camera to the pool today. All the good variables were there, and my mind took advantage and I felt like myself...my feel good all things chill self.<br />
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I had to sacrifice my flip flops the other day, or should I say 'my slippers brah.' That's how they'd say it. Me and those flip flops, we've had our moments. Unfortunately, when my Kayak flipped a mile away from the shore, in the middle of the corals, I just didn't have much choice but to let them float away - and we all floated on okay, just in separate ways. Had I known that I would get heat blisters on my feet from walking barefoot an hour later, I probably would've swam to rescue them. <br />
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Luckily my $10 underwater camera from Longs Drugstore was attached to the water vest I was wearing, so now I have these images to share.<br />
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My bliss. I was totally imagining that I was in Lost. Daniel the room mate and I went hiking once we got to the island. We found some really cool ocean rock formations, and despite my sore arms from paddling, I found my new secret spot.<br />
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I wonder what the weather is like in Chicago right now. hmmm.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-42971781070641031842010-09-05T21:36:00.003-05:002010-09-05T02:57:31.657-05:00RantI think I've done a great job keeping things all things chill and nominally professional on this blog. However, right now I am having a Kanye moment so indulge me as I rant...<br />
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The ugly part of me shines most when it comes to food. Indecisiveness is a disease! I should've just listened to my inner voice and ordered the damn fried chicken with rice, but no! I had to get all experimental and ordered Thai crispy noodles and spring rolls. Little did I know, them crispy noodles is like eating air. Coupled with the sweet sauce of the the spring rolls, I couldn't help but to get up and order more food. Double stupidity! I still did not get my fried chicken because I just haddd to get the Satay, and after waiting what seemed like a gazillion seconds my appetite is gone. Kaput! Not to mention the Satay sauce was sweet as well, and even worse, peanut buttery. $20 spent, by this time I was not hungry but now fungry and mad at myself for ordering too much. I decided to walk to Safeway to buy bananas and rice. I figured the rice will be the antidote to all the sweetness which I was not feeling, and Bananas are always safe cause it gets me full.<br />
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Then comes my laziness. I could not get myself to walk the extra 100 feet and opted to go back up the condo instead. Ah be dumb! I tried eating the Satay again but my taste buds weren't having none of that. The only other thing I had were some cookies from work. Talk about too much sweets. My throat feels icky and I feel like downing a whole can of Epson. Ughhh. Or maybe I'll just down a bottle of Nyquil and knock this less than fulfilling day the eff out.<br />
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Oh wait...I think I still have some Ramen noodles. Holy cow!! Hallelujah! My savior is right inside the pantry all along! BRB...<br />
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I suppose I am feeling better now. So lets get back to the regular programming...<br />
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I like asking every first Friday of the month off. It makes me feel all urban to join the festivities downtown. The bars open up and fancy art galleries try to outdo one another but only to be outdone by the random slew of vendors that showcase more personality in their more affordable trade.<br />
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I did not really take that many pictures at night. But during the day I feeling all cinematic and photographed a bunch of random things:<br />
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Oh shnapps it's already 9:30, I have to wake up at 7, I must shower now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-81472190199156725632010-08-31T23:45:00.003-05:002010-09-01T06:32:42.771-05:00I like my days off very muchA new la playa.<br />
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The only thing better than chillin at the beach is having great conversations at the beach. The one that I went to today had that secret spot vibe that I associate with Evanston.<br />
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I've realized that what I like about most with not having much is not owing much. I've got rent to pay for. Other than I own my laptop, bike, a few cameras, some clothes, and really nothing else. The blow up bed in which I sleep on is not even mine. That's just the way it rolls.<br />
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Just gotta start building them blocks. Who knows. I look at the houses I pass, especially the nice ones right by the beach. Those people didn't always own those houses. Most of then probably worked hard for it.- Well I work hard, so maybe one day.<br />
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This gate is about 15 feet away from the shore. If I ever get to own a home this close to the beach, shizzz, everyone is welcome...well, not exactly, but most.<br />
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I take care of life. Life takes care of me. That's that.<br />
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I finally took some pics of the new hood. Everything is pretty close to me, bars, groceries, Chinatown, even the state capitol is within a mile.<br />
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View from Vineyard and Pali, right around my place.<br />
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Safeway and Longs. So overpriced, they take all my money away. But right across the street.<br />
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University Plaza, or whatever it's called. Just a little bit past Safeway.<br />
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In between downtown and Chinatown there is a fountain. About 4 blocks away.<br />
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Somewhere in Maunakea Marketplace, Chinatown.<br />
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I'm a little bit frustrated that Longs, the drugstore around my place, will not let me process a film roll and put it into a CD without buying a set of prints. How oppressive is that? They wanna milk me for all my money, and their print machine's color balance is not good at all. Oh well, next time I must bike 2.5 miles to Walgreens or Walmart just so I will not have to pay for crappy prints.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544969293246732736.post-63811099608810486972010-08-27T22:43:00.004-05:002010-08-30T18:26:53.709-05:00Another day, another plate lunch from ZippiesAnother day, another plate lunch from Zippies. Not that I am complaining. As I was eating the weather turned sublime, dilly dallying in a state of rain and sunshine, amusing myself in the process. <br />
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Rainbows aren't much of a commodity anymore. But I swear yesterday I saw a double one, and one of them ended at one of the trees by my place. I hurried to get my camera, but by then the rain had taken away all the vibrancy - I should've checked if there was a pot of gold around.<br />
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Despite my rear bicycle wheel getting stolen, I sure am finding Hawaii to be particularly charming. The art & flea event last night was whimsy, I brought my film cam and took these:<br />
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I was listening to Ex-Factor by Lauryn Hill just a little while ago. I believe that song sums up my feelings about this subject (I'm a lame-o for even still struggling with it):<br />
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My good friend Melissa has a t-shirt business which benefit animals as she donates portions of the profit to animals in need. I bought a green shirt from her last night with the first character on the pic below. Check out her website, <a href="http://www.unleashstudio.com">unleash studio</a>.<br />
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That is her wearing one of her shirts at the bottom left.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munggoobaht/4932629817/" title="art flea at Fresh Cafe Honolulu by munggoobaht, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4076/4932629817_67957949d9_z.jpg" width="425" height="633" alt="art flea at Fresh Cafe Honolulu" /></a><br />
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Life is brilliant. and fun. And lastly, Happy Birthday to my good friend Bella.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1