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angry angry flight is delayed for an hour

this is an angry rant…



you’ve been warned:


We are doomed as people…


You ever play the LOST game while waiting for a flight? If your plane were to end up on an island in purgatory, who would actually be an asset on the plane? Who would be the doctor (hopefully if you have one), who would be the leader, who is super weak in the real world, and who would be absofuckinglutely dead weight? I look around and there is a lot of dead weight. Girls in fur coats with her sunglasses on inside, overweight chicks with cut up t-shirts and their bra showing, and then maybe 2-6 males with a strong demeanor resolve that might come in handy.


The more you play this game in any given moment of your life, the more you realize how privileged you are to have had the opportunity for education and to learn any type of skillset.


I don’t get how obesity is a handicap or the PC term of disability. You let yourself get so fucking fat that you can barely walk. You fill up seats, you eat too much shit, and you haven’t seen under your waist line in some years.


It’s tough, you had a shitty lifestyle, and you never did anything to change it, but that is inexcusable to get that fat. 30 maybe even 100 pounds ago you should have been like oh hey, I haven’t seen my toes in a while and I’m riding around in that fucking cart at Wal-Mart; maybe I should stop to think and stop raising and requiring such a high amount of health care because you can’t “control” yourself…


I don’t know I’m angry. I’m upset about the art world. I don’t understand fashion. I don’t understand why people don’t dream more. Why they aren’t pursuing what they aspire to be or what they aspire to accomplish. This 20 something life is nothing but ordinary and it seems to be what you do at this time your life. Graduate, real job, date a person for two years, engaged, married, house, kids, happy. I don’t understand why people live their lives the way that they do. Guess I don’t want to look back and feel like I followed a path or did what I was ‘supposed’ to do.





mowgli pizza

What do you know about Thursday traditions?!

So today is 10.11.12 which is apparently an important  popular day to get married says my coworker. In my mind this day would be a great day to get married, way better than 01.02.03, 02.03.04… so on and so fourth. Next year will be even better and my wedding day/best consecutive number day party will be the ultimate 12.13.14! Mark you calendars because its happening. Ladies please use to the comment section or wherever the contact me section is to apply.

I’ve been listening to a lot of this new Macklemore+Ryan Lewis. I think the best part about the changing and advancing hip-hop/rap/trap/frat-rap game is the fact that currently rappers can both have substance and have the ability to enunciate their verses, which wasn’t always a requirement to become successful rapper in the past. If you dislike him or the music, please feel free to respond and or keep it to yourself to the majority of people reading this.

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staring at my macbook

I got digital dreams, because we all want those material things.

One of the toughest things in my life right now is finding my place. I am absolutely animate about people defining their character; in finding something that inspires them, that drives them, their passion. I love it when I meet someone who is absolutely inspired by music, comedy, or even fucking hula hooping. If you found that thing that creates that sense of joy, then by all means that is something that should be, what you  do and love every single day. I say this with the acceptance that I cannot abide by what I teach.

Is it true that teachers are the the people that can’t follow their own advice, that the ones that give advice are the ones who need it the most? It is for me. I could speak in front of thousands of people a la TED style about how important character is and how defining what is most essential to your life should be what you pursue everyday. The problem for me is I haven’t found it yet.

I enjoy women. I enjoy meeting people. Some of my favorite memories are when I used to host Halo tournaments in High School. I enjoyed the fact that I could bring people together for a common interest from all across the country. People have always been my passion. They are who I do this art for. They are who I write for. If no one read what I wanted to say, if no one saw the thing I painted on the wall, and if I couldn’t figure out a way to talk to the person, the human being next to me, then I have failed.

There is so much I want to do with my life. I’ve always been a dreamer.

The only thing I don’t understand more than women and West Virginia’s obsession with Mountain Dew is the public’s connection with brands. It’s a company, not a lifestyle. Just like every other person, we are trying to find our piece of success, our profit, a way we can provide, some way to make our lives more comfortable and help the people we care about. I have always wanted to create my own brand. I wanted to wear a brand that I created, that I believe in with a company mentality that would appeal to the masses.

In high school I had no idea what i was doing, I was a gamer and a nerd, but I played football. I was a nice guy who talked to everyone, but couldn’t get the girl. I wore Quicksilver, Billabong, Old Navy, and sadly No Fear. I look back at it and I have no idea why I wore those t-shirts. I mean I guess the brands and the designs were agreeable to my sense of fashion, but I never surfed, I wasn’t a skater, and more importantly I never connected to the brand.

This is one of things that could be a HUGE potential for this day and age of 2012. We have the opportunity to interact and influence every single consumer, every single impression, every word that is passed person to person. If you represent yourself and the brand that is you; you can be the brand that someone actually knows.
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I really want to start encouraging people to fail; to have the most resistance (what’s stopping one from accomplishing my dreams) you could possibly imagine and to have the most FEAR that one can experience with not succeeding. Launching a clothing line or even this blog itself scares the shit of me. Anyone can read this and it is directly connected to my social media accounts. Could that be detrimental in the future? Of course. Could I figure out what I want and where I want to go from this type of writing? FUCK YEAH. The only way I will find out is doing it.

My father always used to say, “What’s the worst that could happen?” in regards to any type of proposal, flirt, or opening. The worst thing anyone or anything that could happen is the person says No, or even politely says No thanks.

I want more. I will not settle for this 20 something vanilla life of settling. I feel like the majority of people I met in college just followed the course. They graduated high school in a decent part of the top, they went to a decent state college or ventured to out of state, they graduated, they took a great job they thought that would offer the opportunity to advance, they found a girl that they would be content with, and they lived life not pursing what they are really passionate about. I will not become them. I have never been someone that could just keep busy with being the norm or doing one thing.

The more I write and let the thoughts flow through my fingers, the more I realize that this blog will be very personal. It will track my art progress, the projects I’ll be completing, the designs I do, and the girls I date. But for me the most important purpose this blog will serve is a measurement of growth. I have done so many interesting and great things in my short time on this Earth and I wish I could of reflected on those times when it actually occurred. I haven’t given myself the opportunity to see where I’ve come from, and from here I want to be someone that I would be proud of and understand what I went through.

This is a personal post. If you made it past the 2nd or 3rd paragraph; truly and sincerely thank you (double word meaning the same thing). I wish I stayed in contact with more people that read this or even cared enough to click the link. I miss and cherish the people I’ve met in my life.


how I feel about blogs and the rise of the blog

There is something absolutely magnetic about blogs and the way people write in blogs. I wish more of my close friends wrote active blogs and I could peer into their lives just for their passions. It’s great to know that you have passionate friends, it’s even greater to see what they see with their activity or hobby, that we could only see if we had that amount of intense interest in the subject manner.

Take my coworker for example. His passion is golf and his kids. He loves writing and if he didn’t have a family or a job, he would just be driving golf balls on the links and learning as much as he can about the game. If he isn’t listening to me rant about something I see wrong with the world or me complain about the last movie I saw, he is both drafting electrical builds and listening to a golf tutorial at the same time.

Blogs were always great when the internet first started and people had livejournals and xangas. I remember when I was in high school, and the when I went on a few dates with a girl from a private school. I found out she had a personal blog and kept it up regularly. It was mostly intimate details and a less private version of a diary, but I made it into a few of her posts. I never needed the validation that the date went well, but when can read someone’s HONEST and unfiltered take on what happened with personal thoughts splashed in, why not. I guess it’s always better to read these things after the fact or after you’ve moved on from that person, but it’s an interesting trip into someone else’s thoughts.

Which brings me to my 2 talking points in regards to blogging, Gimmie Two!:

First is that I want to predict that in the next 2-5 years we will see a massive rise in the use of tumblr and personal blogs. We have already seen the importance of Instagram (specifically for the premature massive 1 billion $ buy out). It’s basically a streamlined version of what Facebook used to be. It used to be a site to connect with friends and lost high school friends. You could connect with people you met once one weekend or stay in contact with all your friends back at home when you went to college. Now, I avoid it on: Sundays because of the multitude of uneducated play by play football commentary, days shows I like come on (yes thank you for that awesome Sons of Anarchy spoiler last week), after movies that are released that I want to see (The Dark Knight Rises), wedding season (because if I was just an acquaintance you are now happy and boring the rest of your life), and every other day where the most marginal statuses are posted. No one cares that you are super happy with your bf/gf or that you can’t wait to see the bf/gf after work. That is what your personal text messages are for because I’m happy for you, I truly am; but I don’t give any fucks about your thoughts that have the same of importance a note passed in middle school. What people want to see and want to be alerted about is what you’re doing. What hobbies you’ve picked up, skills you’ve learned, or adventures you’ve been on. I am guilty of the food pictures (but have the excuse that I am Asian) which also no one gives a shit about. Overall there is just a multitude of unimportant dribble on this social network that is suppose to bring people together. The more I see people complain and squabble about trivial bullshit, the less Facebook will be utilized as a look into someone’s life. Therefore the rise of the personal blog. People will begin to write about what really matters to them, what defines them, and most importantly what they really want to share with the people that care enough to follow them.

And secondly, blogging is extremely difficult for me. I have an internal struggle between ‘LET’S BLOG EVERYTHING’ and I don’t think that was epic enough or funny enough to document. I haven’t found my audience yet. It bothers me if I write something and no one cares or reads it, but it bothers me more that I didn’t write at the more important and interesting times of my life that I wish I could reflect on now to see how my life has progressed. I have blogged and wrote successfully for a summer, internship, or a few day adventure and I know I enjoy writing. The personal struggle and resistance I feel to document my thoughts will subside with commitment and forming a habit.

For now I’m struggling with being inspired. I lost a few of my muses, I almost died last month, and I don’t want to wait til I snap completely before I figure out how to take myself and more importantly my art more seriously. I want to construct a list of goals and start a weekly video blog called Mowgli Art Mondays. It will document the inspiration of an art piece, the process of cutting the stencils and painting it, and commentary on what’s new with the week. I am not a rapper and I cannot do a freestyle, but if I can create 52 new works of art a year; that would be nothing short of accomplished in my book. Another issue I have with blogging and talking in general is that I have a habit to rant (see how crazy the last paragraph got).

This will be a learning process and to those people that stumble upon this website and read it. Thank you. The support of my friends and the random acquaintances that have praised what I do or the art I produce are one of the driving factors of me continuing it.


how I feel about blogging

That’s some shit I don’t like.

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