The blog has died multiple times, because I never set myself a date to burden myself with writing something. It’s just a kind of go with the flow type thing.

I feel like what I write on here is subjective to what I feel others should know about me, but I don’t really have anywhere to vent for real without any repercussions whatsoever. So those faithful few who have read my blog hoping for an update, Thank You for your services, but they may no longer be required.

I’m looking into starting a new blog with a full out domain name and I wont be publicly broadcasting it like how I usually do. I want it to be more interactive and a tiny little window that shows what goes on in my mind. Some like to call it genius, but I like to call it insanity. I want to be able to post whatever on it without feeling pressured by who reads it. and after I get a good chunky audience, then maybe i’ll start advertising it.

I want to thank all those people who enjoyed my blog and maybe you’ll stumble on to me again one day.

This is good-bye. For now. For a while. But I’ll be back to claim my prize.

As a treat for being such devoted viewers, I decided I would share with you what I think are some of the most amazing pictures ever. These are called HDR, which stands for High Dynamic Range imaging. Basically you put a picture through a few different filters and combine them all, and the camera pukes rainbows. Enjoy! <3

*UPDATE: so apparently the pictures come out laggy for some people so here are my suggestions: Get a new computer. Fix your internet. Wait till Thursday when I post up these amazing pictures up for download. That is all. Toodles!

is that

You hate me.

and that I bug you too much. That I’m a bit TOO annoying. That every time I say “Hi,” you groan and roll your eyes and wonder:

Why can’t he leave me alone?

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chances are, if you’re reading this, and I’ve spoken to you in the past few weeks, I’m talking about you. And no, that’s not an exaggeration.

I’ve thought that it would be helpful to tell you all my plans for my funeral. I believe I personally have only been to two funerals my entire life, and the memory of each of them has been scrubbed from my mind. I don’t know anything about them except from the movies, which have taught me that they’re dreary, sad, and, dare I say it, BORING. Come on guys, at least go out with a bang!

… no pun intended, for all those mob bosses/soldiers/law enforcers/murder victims…

But funerals shouldn’t be boring and bleak. That ruins the color of the life of the person who passed. Sure, a person has moved on to “the other side,” and sure, you are allowed to weep openly, but for Pete’s sake (don’t ask me who Pete is, I haven’t met him yet), you don’t have to make the procession dreary. Whoever this Pete guy is, I’m sure he would have wanted you to enjoy the time you have left, instead of wasting it being bland about his memory.

That’s why, at my funeral, I want there to be music, large flat screen TV, videogames, and really really good food. And it should be colorful. Lots of colors would be nice. OH and dancing. I haven’t danced enough in my life yet, and you guys better catch up on what I missed out on. You never know if you’re gonna get a second chance, no matter how much you wish for it to be true.

There should also be a comedian. Someone who isn’t afraid to make fun of me when I’m dead. I’D make fun of me if I was dead. If I could. And all you attendees, don’t be hatin’ on the comedian when he makes fun of my ridiculous procrastinating skillage, and my über-laziness when it comes to shaving (although, I get the feeling that both of those issues will be addressed by the time I’m Missing In Action).

Also at my funeral: A real life lightsaber, Tutenkhamen, Bill Cosby, the Avatar (Jeff, if you’re reading this, I’m talking to you), one of those 3-D holographic display thingies, Steve Jobs unveiling the iLive, Gray Powell losing the iLive (Just messin Gray), and a Dinosaur.

None of that Jurassic Park special effects stuff, either, I want a real dinosaur. Vegetarian of course. And it should speak English.

^this. Totally

Communism. What the butt IS it?

^this (no, not really)

Well, I dont really know, but basically this is what I figured out. Communism is like, the ultimate society. Like everything just WORKS! /*like an iPad? */

Basically, when Communism succeeds, there’s no real government, and everybody does their job, and excels at their job and doesn’t do any other job. All food and energy is distributed evenly, every task is never a minor task. If one screws up, if one doesn’t fit the status quo, that person is discarded, because simply one’s life is meaningless compared to the hundreds upon thousands of other lives working maintain order. That person is simply replaced with another, and there are endless others to replace other defective units.

Sounding familiar yet? Let’s continue with the picture.

There are plenty of things that can disrupt Communism though. Sufficient trauma to, say, the heart in the society can completely destroy the civilization, unless treated immediately and effectively, and sometimes this doesn’t work either. Sometimes, within the society, a cancer comes up, and brings about a rebellion of sorts, something that grows in size, and if not discovered and dealt with immediately, can spread to other parts of the body society and create insurgents there, bringing down the civilization painfully from within.

I think you have the idea.

Communism HAS been achieved before, in the form of life. Essentially, if one looks at the human body, there are an enormous amount of cells, each with their own specific job. There’s no brain cell that attempts to digest food, there’s no blood cell that attempts to grow hair. There’s no real government in the human body, because each cell has their own set of instructions in the DNA.

That being said, Communism will never actually work with human beings as far as we’re concerned, and our concern ends at around December of 2012. As a general rule, with a few exceptions, human nature is such that everybody wants the ability to have options. They don’t want to be conformed to a certain task for the rest of their life, they want to go for whatever they want. If they decide to change halfway through their goal, they can do that. That ideal is what made America so popular in the years after WWII. “The Land of Opportunity” they called it. And they had it right. People migrated to America in droves.

Who wouldn't want to be us? LOOK AT US!

If Communism is to ever work, it needs to be started from the bottom up, like a baby (artificial insemination?). It shouldn’t have a previous government in place that is overthrown for the next big thing. Which is why I suggest, that if we, the human race, were to colonize the Moon, or Mars, or Alpha Centauri (The Milliways/Restaurant at the End of the Universe?), and no country has the gall to claim it for themselves, who knows? The new government there could be a Communism. Led by yours truly. /*And by yours truly, I mean Ken.*/

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Human Being: n. An ingenious assembly of portable plumbing. – Christopher Morley

Yesterday, I felt fantastic. As though nothing and no one could pull me down. For the past two years, I had let go of control over my life, allowing anything and everything to deter me, steer me loose from my goals. I never pushed forward, and lost all motivation for moving forward in the pitiful existence that I call my own. For the past four years, I had the feelings that life was futile and inadequate, something not worth taking to the next level, because once the game is over, there is no restart.

I attempted to work around my defeat in this farcical epic by claiming that I simply had to ‘enjoy’ life. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I’d attempt to get my mind off things by procrastinating with homework, going off to soccer practice, or karate training. I simply didn’t care any more. The depressing thoughts about the worthlessness of life slowed, but were still hanging around. I lost all purpose, and nothing mattered any longer. By attempting to save myself, I destroyed my spirit.

Something happened yesterday that changed my view. I felt better than I had in years. Not that anything particularly to be excited about. My parents are stil particularly displeased with me, especially the idea of me having a laptop. They attempted to take it away, as they had done before, but I refused, standing my ground, and so far, they have been laying off. My dad hasn’t even been talking to me all that much. Does it make me a bad person to make the connection that when they stopped attempting to control my actions, I began to feel more optimistic about my future?

I think I didn’t enjoy life because I lost my purpose. And that’s what makes all these kids I see at school so admirable. They know what they want to do in the future, they know the life they want to lead. I constantly asked myself “What happens when you reach your goal?” and I think that is what has been bugging me for years. What happens when you reach the end? Most of my friends don’t worry about that (as far as I am concerned in my narcissistic view of the world), and today I realized why. Endings generally suck. So people don’t think about it. People don’t let these factors run their lives. That’s what I’ve been doing wrong. And from today onwards, I’m going to start caring about life. I’m going to start moving forward. I have a purpose now.

I may lose my purpose tomorrow. I may lose it 20 years from now. But I have it now, and I’m going to make the most of it.

I get the feeling that someone saved me. A few people in particular actually. Because they cared. Because they still care. And that’s all that really matters.

To those people that matter – thank you.

Last Saturday, I achieved a milestone in my martial arts training: the title of Shodan-Ho, which is interim blackbelt. I have another six months of training to go before I can reach First Degree, but my quest for total world domination isn’t priority at the moment. I’m currently just basking in the glow of my glory at the moment.

I started Karate training in August of 2007. For those that cannot do the incredibly fast cacluations, that’s a few good months under three years of training. To get a blackbelt in under three years was my ultimate goal from the start. Upon starting training, I was told that blackbelt was attainable within two years, and with consistent practice and dedication, I could be able to reach that. However, interestingly enough, I was told just a few months before promotion that getting a Blackbelt is supposed to be a 4-year session. Whoops.

I feel so special now.

REALLY special.

Of course, martial arts isn’t JUST karate. There are hundreds of different styles of karate, not to mention forms of tae-kwon-do, kung-fu in East Asia, forms like Kalaripayat in India (which, coincidentally, happens to be one of the worlds oldest living martial arts), Kuta from Ancient Egypt, and the scores of American-bred martial arts, not to mention the military-centric martial arts and close-combat fighting like what you see when you watch Bourne, who uses a mix of Jeet Kune Do (Bruce Lee), Krav Maga (Israeli Military), and Kali/Escrima (STICK FIGHTING FOOL!)

Like a boss

So my next goal. Learn use of a weapon or another martial art before finishing school. Any suggestions, my fellow trippers?

Absolutely Fanta-stick. i wish i could touch glass and make sounds, not to mention music.

although i just did mention music. i’ll shut up now. Enjoy this sunday treat! :D

Tchaikovsky with wine glasses!! « MAD DASH COLLECTIVE.

Cuz i procrastinated. If there was a medal for procrastination, I think i win top prize.

Generally, I’m a total freak when it comes to procrastinating. So it came as no surprise when, last night (or this morning for you nitpickers), i had to start my history homework. and my english homework. and Computer Science. and spanish. and math. Hey, that looks like a lot of homework. Yeah, it is! Thank you for noticing. What subjects did I not have homework in? Um, Physical Education. yeeeeeaaahh….

This is me as a freak.

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‘So. What time did you go to sleep? 5:00 you say. What time did you wake up? 5:30?! You sir, are absolutely crazy.’

Thank you. I work very hard at maintaining my reputation as freakin bat-feces insane.

Fact of the matter is, I couldn’t really go back to sleep, because I forgot to set my iPod back to 6:30ish or 6:45ish. I don’t really remember why i set it up to 5:30 in the first place, but it musta been important to blast me out of bed.

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So, let’s talk about random stuff. Not like modern stuff that affects everyone ever, like a certain enormicle iPod Touch *SUBLIMINAL MESSAGING**buy me an iPad**SUBLIMINALMESSAGING*. No, I am talking about life. the universe. and everything. not really. i lied. don’t judge me. I have issues. magazine issues. of popular science. also brain issues. probably. i dunno. self diagnosed.

You know, i actually had something decent to talk about when i said “let’s talk about random stuff.” but i forgot it cuz i was attempting to look at my spanish homework at the same time. Me alegro de que no tengamos un examen de español mañana. OH DUDE! THAT TOTALLY MADE SENSE! even though that’s actually the answer to number 2 on the worksheet that i am currently doing.

In other news, I would like to learn how to cook. That seems very fun. Someone come over here and teach me please. :D

Seriously cooking looks super fun. And delicious. at the same time. OM NOM NOM.

OH and I had a very interesting dream on saturday. I dont remember all the details, but i was talking with my buddys when i realized i was wearing a bra that was slowly constricting itself stronger and stronger and i could not unhook it. I attempted to get out, but my newly formed boobs kept getting in the way. Then someone started to attempt to rape me. I ran screaming, and so did the rapist, claiming she was related to me. then i woke up.

I went to sleep at 5:00 that day. Woke up at 7:00. exactly.

Strangely, the dream was oddly specific to things I was exposed to throughout the day. I think only 3 people know what the butt i’m talking about, and i’m pretty sure they don’t read this blog, so i’m safe. I think.

Seriously, someone teach me how to cook.

THE SCENE IS SAFE!