Month: June 2003

  • went to yankees/mets game on a whim.
    searched for tix on craigslist and jetted to the bronx.
    baseball is pretty boring to watch no matter how good the teams are, no matter if both were the home team.
    everyone still fell half asleep at some point and left early.

    which sport makes the most money for a player?
    boxing?
    soccer?
    basketball?
    baseball?

  • played one game of defjam vendetta and i got a blister on my thumb :


    were at it for 15 mins since we've no clue how to play, nevertheless, as usual, when it comes to new games of kicking each others' azz, i win.

  • the 2 most fucked up offenses in recent years, perpetrators finally convicted.. geez they get to live free for awhile and get to live out the rest albeit behind bars.

    aspiring rapper who killed his roommate and ate part of her lung
    http://www.nbc4.tv/news/2294403/detail.html


    stupid compassionless nurse's aide who ran a guy over and let him bleed to death stuck in her windshield, car parked in her garage, she drove home w him bleeding on the shotgun seat.
    http://www.cnn.com/2003/LAW/06/26/windshield.death/index.html

  • i'm not antisocial, i'm just lazy
    probably the worst when it come to planning get togethers no matter how much i miss the person
    or just any form of going out talking to people
    most times i'm too tired and don't mind just aimlessly walking around. i'd take that/sitting around over clubbing any day.
    little wonder why all i draw are bears and all sorts of furry stuff from imagination land. sometimes i think i can't really relate to the 'real' world. but then i realize there's renough 'real' world shit i have to deal with everyday, i need my escape.
    oh have i mentioned that i make no sense?
    thoughts flow at supersonic speed
    body tired and aching from the week's toils (and carrying my groceries back on the subway at midnight and waiting 1/2 hr for the train) man. i need to get a car (and learn to drive).
    i'm not young anymore can't afford to waste time waiting for stupid trains at the whim of the mta.
    and everytime i read abt ppl much younger who are already independently wealthy or just see those super trendy trustfund kids i get jealous, of course.
    i'm tired it's summer time but i can't even exercise any vaca options until my 1st anniversary in oct. gack so soon :(
    aging aging very rapidly.
    a little too rapidly for my tastes.


    where's my billion dollars?
    make that 10

  • hmm hmm
    thought i had my haircut appt today
    was rushing, running late, called and found out it was 2 days ago..
    wrote in on the wrong day in my pda.. heh all that technology and i got it wrong.. oh well tuesday was the day i was here past midnight doing crunch work on designs.. kinda good that i didn't realize it was then.
    why am i whining?
    not sure
    haircuts and medical services are the only 2 things i go out of my way and make appointments for
    boy i must be bored.
    want to go home and paint.
    finally picked up the brush again last nite
    now driven by the fact that i have bout a month left at my current place. so while i have 'studio' space i better finish up some.

  • so why did i print up 6 copies and not use the copy machine?
    :P sillieness of the day

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    so i was trying hard to get all the screen comps done. and lo, i had 41 pages, we went through like 11 during the 2 hr meeting.. yaagh.. to be continued tomorrow.. man i hate killing trees. yes that's why i was being so frikken dum collating 6 copies of 41 pages, cos i was printing them as i work my way through the scenarios. didn't realize how many pages it would be... bleh

    my back hurts i have really bad posture when i work.
    i think i should just buy my own chair or something. what like 150 is totally worth it for something you're sitting on 11/12 hrs a day. and i know you finance ppl get those nice aeron chairs.


    hmm..

  • we work hard for each other.
    i do what i do to be with him and he does the same to be with me.
    i suppose that's how it always is.

  • listenin to the new dope missy album.. go pick it up yo
    or be like us and get the bootleg missy/50 cent for 5 bucks.


    i really think i understand the words of a female singer more than a male's
    not necessarily associating myself, but literally understanding what they're saying..
    wonder if you gals feel the same...

    went to the met
    saw the davinci exhibit
    running around the museum is fun :)
    soo much fun stuff to see.
    fav of the day was bill traylor's work
    part of the african-american artist exhibit


    so many picassos .. didn't realize there were soo many..
    a friend said it's cos he's an 'art slut'
    lol :D


    funny seeing what hangs at that pretigious place
    make it or break it
    these are the ones that made it
    for whatever reason it may be
    that married by america reality thing is tonight
    man fox makes so much money off crap
    and generating it's own stories



    maybe simply fun and enjoyment
    def need to hit up moma next


    the more your scenery changes
    during he course of the day
    the happier you'll feel at
    a day well spent

  • i have a big urge to run till i collapse or something.
    all this job associated immobility is making me itch to feel faint, out of breath, dripping with sweat.
    that and i also want to shave my head.
    the ideal would be a bootcamp type setup in terms of exercise regiment and constant prodding/forcing me to exercise but with closed toilet stalls.
    just there for the exercise folks.
    i really don't know what bootcamp is like. the only image in my head is from full metal jacket.
    need to exert some energy, use these way too dormant muscles.

    were going to go out. but as usual my male counterpart is taking a nap instead. and i have a bunch of stuff to finish at the office.
    yesh. we're definitely hoping this work hard thing won't last forever.
    hell. most people complain when they leave after 5.

    sometimes. it does feel like well you know. why the hell am i doing this type of thing.
    wait 5 minutes, oh yeah i need to eat.
    my tummy dictates all. everyone eats to live.