<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713</id><updated>2012-01-24T10:58:51.809-08:00</updated><category term='hanes beefy tee discount etsy store opening new shirts'/><category term='oc foodie fest'/><category term='Andrew Figueroa Chiang and the Blazing Rays of the Sun'/><category term='arguments'/><category term='honda center'/><category term='mfa'/><category term='street art'/><category term='car repair'/><category term='photoshoot cardboard man guy'/><category term='mrtigerrr super socks'/><category term='mrtigerrr the beatles painting'/><category term='art'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='laptop 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term='backpacks'/><category term='homesick san bernardino leaving for college home'/><category term='jumping'/><title type='text'>finally coming around full circle         (=)                  mrtigerrr '08-'11</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-6139799372975147065</id><published>2012-01-22T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:41:44.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks a Millennia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mydbk4a508PhvEoU2UmZf-QXI5iGfoicnoGcm1TdBsA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iiOpUy1_gn4/Txz-nRo8OPI/AAAAAAAABEg/333UETUi2uA/s800/tm%252520logo%252520for%252520blog.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I gave my two weeks notice for my internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought long and hard about it and realized I couldn't find what I needed. I remember applying for it and wanting it more than anything in the world. Working on a team that was filled with passionate creatives I could just vibe with and be inspired from and maybe take my work to places it hasn't gone. Awesome right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, what I was confronted by was an environment where I would only confirm the thoughts I was too scared too realize. The thought that I was really meant to pursue something that is bigger than me, something that I can barely even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thrive for personal growth and overcoming challenges and when I can't have either, I tend to be really sad or I move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's to you TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that I'm leaving, but as one creative to another, you know what I mean when I say I'm still on my "pursuit of happyness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a millennia for everything. I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-6139799372975147065?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/6139799372975147065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2012/01/thanks-millennia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6139799372975147065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6139799372975147065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2012/01/thanks-millennia.html' title='Thanks a Millennia'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iiOpUy1_gn4/Txz-nRo8OPI/AAAAAAAABEg/333UETUi2uA/s72-c/tm%252520logo%252520for%252520blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-7833772119592639808</id><published>2012-01-16T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:17:03.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Art Students Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wgd0AbVkTFs" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't worked with Melissa for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short story: She had an idea for a video, I did too, we met up, did my video, and talked more about hers. It was fun. We literally just had to do what we always do with a little spice of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These "Sh** people say" videos have been popping up all over the internet and I decided to join the dialogue. I usually don't because I feel it's a cheap way to get views, but this time, I only did it for the laughs it would bring and I believe it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-7833772119592639808?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/7833772119592639808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2012/01/shit-artist-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7833772119592639808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7833772119592639808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2012/01/shit-artist-say.html' title='Shit Art Students Say'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wgd0AbVkTFs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2297780362715626486</id><published>2011-12-31T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T02:46:36.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 recap - Child-like Blind-Faith</title><content type='html'>I forgot 2012 is literally tomorrow. I think that's because of how often I work on projects. I usually have something and I've come to realize that people recognize me as that one that's always creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. I like to make stuff for fun. Even if I'm not doing anything, I have a camera on me recording/snapping pictures of anything. Lately, I've come to the conclusion that anyone great at their craft, only becomes it because they do it all the time. Rapping in grocery stores. Dancing in the parking lot. Recording family eating sushi. Etc. Because of that, I have enough faith to not have anything plan for when I graduate. Who really does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That combined with the fact I'm a studio art major makes people assume I'm taking a risk, but I don't think so. I like what I'm doing too much to not follow through with where ever my heart takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't write this kind of stuff down, but I told myself to jot down my current mindset because it always changes. It's nice to see how I grow mentally or if I stick to it throughout my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I was all into trying to succeed and compete, but I'm over that. I don't want to be a part of that pool of people. I just like to make stuff and have fun doing it. No more 100m freestyle for me, I'm organizing a pool party. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago my videos looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-0BcXfJyeb4?hd=1" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MFqUYhb2cX4?hd=1" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cJI1o2aJbGc?hd=1" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I make stuff like this. Thank you to my brother for buying me my Canon T2i. I use it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6T9FvDu9qoQ?hd=1" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T7opm2xrOTc?hd=1" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2rlZgmDXF94?hd=1" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, I just wanted to make people feel happy and show the good in society. At the same time, ground it all in something real. It's kind of a child-like blind-faith that people tend to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2297780362715626486?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2297780362715626486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/12/2011-recap-child-like-blind-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2297780362715626486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2297780362715626486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/12/2011-recap-child-like-blind-faith.html' title='2011 recap - Child-like Blind-Faith'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-0BcXfJyeb4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-6773088886470802974</id><published>2011-12-31T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:06:48.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Music Video by the End of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d6RfFodsaN0?hd=1" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went by pretty well, even though I didn't plan much of it. It was my first music video and by now, I feel comfortable with just going into a project blind. It was all of ours first music video, if you couldn't tell. I think I did a pretty good job hiding our noob-ness with the editing. Hehe. Of course, there are things I can add and improve, but there are times when you have to know when to stop and let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find our growth as musicians, artist, and as people the most interesting part of this whole adventure. Roger (Roger Dat), the first person rapping, is my cousin, so we grew up together. I met FortyDeuce, third person rapping, since I was going into middle school. This was back when he was just David. It's odd how we've known each other before we even had our monikers (remember mine is mrtigerrr =]). We were all dabbling in our respective fields around the same time (middle school). Barely getting our feet wet with some DIY equipment. I remember recording a song with Roger on my mp3 player and putting tracks up on Myspace. I wouldn't dare show anyone those songs now, but I think it has been misplaced anyways. I doubt most people will be able to see our growth unless they have been following us, but putting taste, opinions, and lifestyles aside, I'm pretty proud with how this little project ended up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize it's not the usual work I would put out, but we can only grow as far as we are willing to get out our comfort zone. It's a good way to end 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-6773088886470802974?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/6773088886470802974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/12/1st-music-video-by-end-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6773088886470802974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6773088886470802974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/12/1st-music-video-by-end-of-year.html' title='1st Music Video by the End of the Year'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d6RfFodsaN0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-8436999614673171869</id><published>2011-12-19T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T02:56:31.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twixtor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aaron lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumping'/><title type='text'>Armed with a Camera</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to shoot a music video today, but it rained, so we had to reschedule. I had all this creative energy built up and just needed to make something, so I decided to play around with this plug-in called Twixtor. I've seen test videos of it and it's amazing. It was my first try today and I definitely learned a lot. Don't try to read too much into it. I literally just recorded myself running around and jumping. Haha. From the way I edited it though, I suppose you can find some kind of meaning into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is by my friend &lt;a href="http://musicgoon.com/"&gt;Aaron Lee&lt;/a&gt;. He composed it for my other film "Love Me", a story about a girl tackling the age old problem of how to get over someone. It was the first version he gave me and we've been changing it since. I'm still deciding if I want to put it up online or not so I can have at least one film I can submit to film festivals. I'm not a big fan of saving my work from being seen until a special day. I just want people to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enjoy my video, it's really beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wgYHGVKOX8s?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-8436999614673171869?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/8436999614673171869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/12/armed-with-camera.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8436999614673171869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8436999614673171869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/12/armed-with-camera.html' title='Armed with a Camera'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wgYHGVKOX8s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-831541384978191996</id><published>2011-12-02T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T01:35:09.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stereotypes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance art'/><title type='text'>Going Against Expectation</title><content type='html'>Today I had one of my proudest moments.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during the performance art show, Common Capability. There was a piece where a girl stood with a blind-fold while a video was projected on her. One on each side. Both videos show herself being fixed up. The audio was of different voices talking about how they aren't the stereotype. I'm not a ______. While that was played, people would go up and place labels on her with terms like hipster, straight, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seen this topic addressed before so it wasn't new. The idea that we have labels placed on us. However, this was the first time I started to understand the people behind it. I understood that this affected them enough to stand in front of everyone, perform it, and take credit for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't make sense to me listen to the video, yet see people continuing to place these labels on her. They were just following what others were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long pause where people finished going up. My heart was actually racing. I just had to do it. I stood up in front of everyone, walked to her, looked at her, and went against expectation to pull off a label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I sat down, the piece was over. I usually don't do this - interrupt pieces from how they are suppose to be, but sometimes it just has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on art changes all the time. I think it can help shed a little light on some perspectives, and that can help change how people view the world. It's not all bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-831541384978191996?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/831541384978191996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/12/going-against-expectation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/831541384978191996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/831541384978191996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/12/going-against-expectation.html' title='Going Against Expectation'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-7713288469908602164</id><published>2011-11-22T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:12:19.356-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light memory light drawing stop motion'/><title type='text'>Light Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pX6nBu1wFnI?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner Ariel and I spent two nights drawing this. The first night was just us trying to figure everything out and the second night, we had to get 600 pictures. O.O It even rained a bit and we had to wait for the fog to pass through at times. There was actually a lot to work through, but it was one of funner things I've ever done. I would recommend doing it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember we changed our idea plenty of times. We were both interested in connecting people. The idea of you influencing someone else without knowing it, so we just went with that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beginning of collaborations are always hard. It's that part where we have to find some common ground to build upon. It's also one of the best parts because you start to learn each other. Not only that, but I got to learn a little bit about my friends in the process of making this video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I really wanted to do was make a lot of something and have fun. I stop trying to think too much a while ago. It tends to be distracting. I only think when I need to now and follow my heart the rest of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course though, we had an idea to back up our piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Our memories are our records for most events, yet these records can be manufactured by many different things (photos, videos, other people). How do we know how accurate it is? Just like light drawing, when the moment is over, all we have left are remnants of the event. So we decided to use these remnants to retell people's earliest memory."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like my life as a creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-7713288469908602164?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/7713288469908602164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/11/light-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7713288469908602164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7713288469908602164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/11/light-memory.html' title='Light Memory'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pX6nBu1wFnI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-8505247332647415525</id><published>2011-11-13T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T11:30:53.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fifty people one question orange county california'/><title type='text'>Planting My Stake</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2rlZgmDXF94?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Each person has something valuable to say and I was surprised by how each person was willing to share with us and with you their perspective. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I remember coming across the fifty people one question project a while ago and wanted to capture the voices near me afterwards. Luckily, there wasn't one for Orange, let alone Orange County. With only four people, we made this and I'm very happy we did. I wish I could've asked more questions to really get to know them, but I'm fine with giving them five minutes of thought provoking thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I remember telling my girlfriend about the project so we decided to go out and do it one night. Unfortunately, I suppose we couldn't get the nerve to ask anyone and face rejection. I really wanted to get it done though, so the next day, I asked my cousin to join the project and we went for a second try at the OC Zoo. Sometimes it helps to not think so much and we definitely fell into a groove. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicgoon.com/"&gt;Aaron Lee&lt;/a&gt; got the music right on the first try. The editing was done faster than I thought. Everything just fell into place nicely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;One out of five video projects completed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-8505247332647415525?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/8505247332647415525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/11/planting-my-stake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8505247332647415525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8505247332647415525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/11/planting-my-stake.html' title='Planting My Stake'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2rlZgmDXF94/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-3660922552778338471</id><published>2011-11-08T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:32:11.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long beack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kujo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patchwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft fair'/><title type='text'>Patchwork, Long Beach</title><content type='html'>Patchwork Long Beach is now over. This time, I partnered up with my friends &lt;a href="http://ohkujo.com/"&gt;Kujo&lt;/a&gt;. I was in the same class with &lt;a href="http://paledesigns.com/"&gt;Jessica &lt;/a&gt;for an entire year. Now she is off in the world in a job most people would love to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LeZ461R_VFzNUKwBCTMUcnj9X6UdaVgMmK3447fg7bk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-frmwdLqMUO4/TroLMhOregI/AAAAAAAABDI/K3G-Q4S-ogQ/s800/IMG_8453.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My side. I brought this painting out to get people's attention. I remember I was trying to sell it, but I shown it at so many places that I just can't let it go anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/43rC9hZFKZ-imBCLH7nE_Xj9X6UdaVgMmK3447fg7bk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zbtPwP8roTE/TroLJahJ39I/AAAAAAAABC4/Bm_aF-TqKlc/s800/IMG_8437.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kujo's side. Very clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SSvBYN-eNz3-FpzQEeBK_nj9X6UdaVgMmK3447fg7bk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jGox8sJzn3M/TroLJ4fgg0I/AAAAAAAABC8/bYW_NzUIh2A/s800/IMG_8440.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't vend with &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/bybelinda"&gt;ByBelinda &lt;/a&gt;as I usually do, but she was still there. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lG74Rm7ct-rX4eoT2dmPWHj9X6UdaVgMmK3447fg7bk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EOGrZJzvuVY/TroLK-rzwZI/AAAAAAAABDA/keHxr0cMRw8/s800/IMG_8441.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She walked by and went, "Hey do you remember this?" to one of her friends. Come to find out, she's a repeat customer from over a year ago. What?! I had to take a picture with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/71oYImbfQ9KmrfjF9pjAvnj9X6UdaVgMmK3447fg7bk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5d3ECTt15Og/TroLLrdKJwI/AAAAAAAABDE/0cX-zAkJAf4/s800/IMG_8452.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel old now, or at least experienced. I started vending my 2nd year of college and now I'm on my last one. I don't get the nervous feeling I use to get. Makes me wonder if that means I'm ready for the next step after this. Who knows what that is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have about five videos in progress. One for each of my three classes. Even one for my Spanish class. Haha. Two videos are my own independent projects. Keep posted for that. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, did I mention I was able to get a film editor internship with Team Millennia? What?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming around full circle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-3660922552778338471?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/3660922552778338471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/11/patchwork-long-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3660922552778338471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3660922552778338471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/11/patchwork-long-beach.html' title='Patchwork, Long Beach'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-frmwdLqMUO4/TroLMhOregI/AAAAAAAABDI/K3G-Q4S-ogQ/s72-c/IMG_8453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-872572134341268418</id><published>2011-10-18T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:16:13.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Last Intro Complete?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yNDTtMGvp7I?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I haven’t made an intro in a long time. I believe it’s safe to say this is my last one. It’s was for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="outline-color: initial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/agirlcalledaubrey"&gt;Aubrey Lau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I’ve pushed this back many times because school came first. I forgot how much I actually enjoy drawing stuff and making it move. Somewhere along the way, I lost sight of the fun. Of course, you can always try to make projects fun, but it just isn’t the same as having no limits and just exploring your own interests. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Maybe it’s time I finally start my first short film animation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-872572134341268418?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/872572134341268418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/10/last-intro-complete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/872572134341268418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/872572134341268418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/10/last-intro-complete.html' title='Last Intro Complete?'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yNDTtMGvp7I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2665675064228098799</id><published>2011-10-14T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:04:19.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time on Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F1ijpr8uMJw?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days, I had the opportunity to help out on this film &lt;a href="http://ltreporter.com/index.html"&gt;"Little Tokyo Reporter"&lt;/a&gt; as a PA and an extra. It was my first time working on a film besides my own and I was one of the youngest ones on the crew. It was a little rough those days considering I had to rush to LA from Irvine right after class and became completely too exhausted to study for my test the next day. My Spanish teacher asked me how much I studied before the test and I said "Nada" because I was working on the diario. He didn't have the most hopeful face, but I did surprisingly well on it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly me, I approached this as if it was class with two pens and a little notebook. Little did I know I wouldn't have time to pull out either. First thing that happened when I came on set, I was given a walkie, a headset, and a off the top verbal list of the lingo they use. Sometimes you just need to hit the ground running or at least slow down and take note of what everyone else is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I sure learned more these past two days than I have in all my video classes. It's definitely the real thing and quite possibly one of the more fast, well-worked organizations I ever experienced. I soaked up as much as I could and couldn't feel more down-to-earth and humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the best teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2665675064228098799?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2665675064228098799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/10/first-time-on-set.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2665675064228098799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2665675064228098799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/10/first-time-on-set.html' title='First Time on Set'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F1ijpr8uMJw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-489902196200148892</id><published>2011-10-08T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T10:28:42.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arguments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stencils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graffiti'/><title type='text'>Time to Start Doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(5, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(240, 236, 235); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;There are times when you have to stop dreaming and start doing. In this case, it was start doing again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Thanks to my friend &lt;a href="http://allisonzema.tumblr.com/"&gt;Allison&lt;/a&gt;, creator of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XSfcL-cxV4&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(93, 80, 79); "&gt;State of the Art&lt;/a&gt;, for stopping by and helping me out. I work with different people all the time and by the end, I always feel emotionally attached to each one. This was no different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Well we made a bunch of posters for the mrtigerrr brand. Each one is different and I’m very proud of each one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;It was the third time I ever stenciled. It was quite fun playing around, but I would definitely wear a gas mask next time. You can feel it in your lungs afterwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lOk8KBX2SAFMQDQr4bwMKrmS3QakmW6DKr9TAmHJmXU?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dL5lhHTaBf8/TpE3qjZPKaI/AAAAAAAABCo/7r0xX_InSCs/s800/IMG_8173.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did I mention some glow in the dark?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KsvB15NuiAfQmqK4PH4lprmS3QakmW6DKr9TAmHJmXU?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aRTH7_JxYsE/TpE3qMUCnKI/AAAAAAAABCk/MYtbjMCfhgE/s800/IMG_8163.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(5, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(240, 236, 235); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;The second time I stenciled was when I was making these little men. I remember my friend Michael walked by and said something along of the lines of “&lt;strong&gt;You really enjoy your life huh?&lt;/strong&gt;” Yep. I go with my gut with a lot of things. It just makes sense to me. I guess people notice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/V_7K7y4epQYFJR9GemLC8bmS3QakmW6DKr9TAmHJmXU?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Jsaidq02_AU/TpE3rAc9jQI/AAAAAAAABCs/62uBQzOdID0/s800/IMG_8197.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(5, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(240, 236, 235); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;The first time I stenciled was two years ago for my “Lost Quality Time” poster I made for class. This is the only copy I have left. I gave the rest away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/G_T-Navicfkn2zedHX7L4LmS3QakmW6DKr9TAmHJmXU?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-O-fnZFoMuxA/TpE3rnJ3PpI/AAAAAAAABCw/qyuVnH8pNrA/s800/IMG_8201.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Well I will put these posters up when I have some more stuff, which has to be soon because I’m vending at &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=201964339866931" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;Patchwork &lt;/a&gt;November 6th!!! It’s a juried show, so you have to get accepted. I’ll be there sharing a booth with &lt;a href="http://www.ohkujo.bigcartel.com/category/headband" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;Kujo&lt;/a&gt;. Come visit. I will be very happy. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-489902196200148892?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/489902196200148892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/10/time-to-start-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/489902196200148892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/489902196200148892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/10/time-to-start-doing.html' title='Time to Start Doing'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dL5lhHTaBf8/TpE3qjZPKaI/AAAAAAAABCo/7r0xX_InSCs/s72-c/IMG_8173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-8097592485971939830</id><published>2011-10-05T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:49:05.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth to jupiter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animation'/><title type='text'>Mission Earth to Jupiter</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LF50_msohHk?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had the pleasure of working with the very talented &lt;a href="http://www.earthtojupiter.com/" _mce_href="http://www.earthtojupiter.com/" style="color: rgb(0, 123, 255); "&gt;Earth to Jupiter&lt;/a&gt; to have music meet video meet animation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted them to have their music, which encompasses all the emotions of life, to spread to the darkness, to bring light and comfort where there is not. I called it Mission Earth to Jupiter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It took me around a month and a half to run around the IE, OC, and LA with my camera. It was fun getting into concerts, hiking, exploring, going on hot air balloons, laying on the floor editing for more than half the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can get use to this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well they will be performing &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=189723617754922" _mce_href="https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=189723617754922" style="color: rgb(0, 123, 255); "&gt;October 8th for free at The Hill&lt;/a&gt; with musicians such as &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/GiftedOnWestEast" _mce_href="http://www.youtube.com/user/GiftedOnWestEast" style="color: rgb(0, 123, 255); "&gt;GOWE &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/cutiepiemeg918" _mce_href="http://www.youtube.com/user/cutiepiemeg918" style="color: rgb(0, 123, 255); "&gt;Megan Lee&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check them out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It starts now, mrtigerrr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-8097592485971939830?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/8097592485971939830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/10/mission-earth-to-jupiter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8097592485971939830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8097592485971939830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/10/mission-earth-to-jupiter.html' title='Mission Earth to Jupiter'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LF50_msohHk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-9130712721716141026</id><published>2011-10-04T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:09:50.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backpacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><title type='text'>First Backpack Up For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Whenever this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/83198829/colorful-backpack-one-of-a-kind" _mce_href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/83198829/colorful-backpack-one-of-a-kind"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007BFF"&gt;awesome backpack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007BFF;text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;actually gets sold, I will give away the next one I make for free. No lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Etsy Store: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/mrtigerrr"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/mrtigerrr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is a&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;one of a kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;backpack I call&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mondrian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for its colors. I gave it the title of my third backpack ever made. The color combination is awesome and the backpack itself is awesome on your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tuGcWb35jCXcnKlJpAd8olvxV8oxiiH6gNAcqQ15HSc?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ueYiI544R30/TovywCFkPxI/AAAAAAAABCM/hc3jOd4E0aw/s800/2.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made my first backpack as a response to the lack of creatively bold options available. With my developing &lt;strong&gt;crafty, vintage, urban, grandma way of doing things,&lt;/strong&gt; I've created a "personality" in which will happily carry your belongings while giving you a distinct identity even when we can't see your face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/B5hKTBJbWIQr94ViE4R1C1vxV8oxiiH6gNAcqQ15HSc?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--FQTC4ghDns/TovywdLmbqI/AAAAAAAABCQ/V9c1fc52JF0/s800/3.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/V5xCNm6fuk1Qo0BiQQptJFvxV8oxiiH6gNAcqQ15HSc?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dOlAO_8mESU/TovywvAjOnI/AAAAAAAABCU/Xwn9ZU2boAg/s800/1.jpg" height="214" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hnLUoNg0cCKBOaOC13hbgFvxV8oxiiH6gNAcqQ15HSc?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AMo7uU3zono/Tovyw6S7ooI/AAAAAAAABCY/pBjoZKwxoBY/s800/IMG_7455.JPG" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I left the inside "&lt;strong&gt;raw&lt;/strong&gt;" because it really shows evidence of the human hand and it's even better to know the hands that made this cares and loves the stuff he is making. Each part of this backpack is infused with my distinctively loud but quiet personality, aesthetic, and quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y35xrI3_Y8bYRgsKkJVD-FvxV8oxiiH6gNAcqQ15HSc?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y35xrI3_Y8bYRgsKkJVD-FvxV8oxiiH6gNAcqQ15HSc?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1JCe9D1Umwk/TovyxRkYacI/AAAAAAAABCc/fsvBhIScemQ/s800/4.jpg" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Welcome to the cool intersection I've created for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It starts now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-9130712721716141026?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/9130712721716141026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/10/first-backpack-up-for-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/9130712721716141026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/9130712721716141026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/10/first-backpack-up-for-sale.html' title='First Backpack Up For Sale'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ueYiI544R30/TovywCFkPxI/AAAAAAAABCM/hc3jOd4E0aw/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-3345239865629299076</id><published>2011-08-06T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:31:51.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jtown summer session'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper type'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jane lui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Figueroa Chiang and the Blazing Rays of the Sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='janiexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bybelinda'/><title type='text'>Hello LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been based in the OC for quite some time now. I live here so I work here. However, LA has it's own thing going on and I like. It was the 1st Jtown Summer Session ever at the Higashi Honganji Buddhist Temple this past Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iIrjLvVw6U5oh3vEAbDgKz-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9_8FRoj_-_s/Tj90wkyPrxI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/TH-2J6RBH-Y/s800/IMG_6075.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a volunteer at the arts and crafts table, which is a step away from where I would usually vend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yriHLlF3kWBixsJHOgBuaD-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O5X_Fu0VSHs/Tj90bQjXGxI/AAAAAAAAA9k/_174mb8JyOM/s800/IMG_5933.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do miss it. Setting up, talking to people, receiving reactions to your work. The whole shabam. It's fine though. I'm with bybelinda.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7d3tSNoLYDwVVRXESXrpwj-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SoRUQR5ADig/Tj90b5oL6BI/AAAAAAAAA9o/1OQjovGif_g/s800/IMG_5936.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I definitely feel you have to make your own entertainment at these kinds of events. There is a lot of down time. I declared myself visor leader. Sometimes people need to know who to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vvLd9Tzx5vT9SXEHaNhLCz-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EfcOf_jGbHg/Tj90cZVC7OI/AAAAAAAAA9s/UUAhaKw3adU/s800/IMG_5945.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some interesting people came by. This is Giovanni. He was performing with &lt;a href="http://www.mistacookiejar.com/"&gt;Mista Cookie Jar&lt;/a&gt;. I heard them during sound check and was trying to freestyle at my table. I know how to entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pwFL8gnm8YMldPz-2JO8uj-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qSbtCVhyOxQ/Tj90dFkbGjI/AAAAAAAAA9w/WxGPkLtJlyU/s800/IMG_5948.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.theukulady.com/"&gt;Ukulady&lt;/a&gt;. After I finished helping her with her visor, she asked me for a picture. I asked for one too. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/g5egwl0SXEcAv7H0EkHUvj-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OChcLxkz7qE/Tj90esiRQDI/AAAAAAAAA94/JIs_ogS7OlI/s800/IMG_5955.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to walk around talking to people when I get restless. Here's a visor friend! I made that for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/t_7g_q0_y3rBY7-qo9jJ5D-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9P_T1xIOe10/Tj90gLZhlAI/AAAAAAAAA-A/JxHWlWR8dLc/s800/IMG_5958.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/janiexy"&gt;JanieXY&lt;/a&gt;. We met during a show in Long Beach. I think it was a year ago. They still remember me! I'm actually quite surprise to see them again. Pleasant surprise though. =] Interesting fact. See that man there? He is the one that names the toys. Names like Billy and Wilbur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5nuHWmtMdvyaFwaW7lrXzT-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7tkMOA6jzEQ/Tj90fQ2QZtI/AAAAAAAAA98/tiblgqZ4KTA/s800/IMG_5956.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Karen G. She sells cookies. I also helped with that visor. I cut it up so it looked like a crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bXSEtIf8WkPdtHoIJAQipj-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-w6udvwhufPY/Tj90jsBkVZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/8-0YEkqiHlM/s800/IMG_6004.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/paperandtype"&gt;Paper &amp;amp; Type&lt;/a&gt;. Well Victoria, on the left, is Paper &amp;amp; Type. She's the one who mentioned that my crown reminded her of the statue of liberty. Because of at, I had a large clothes pin with a red fire cut out just so I looked more like it. I'm so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sKVhPrdlmcv0OD_LNlk92T-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3GDQFWtZJVQ/Tj90i6fJ5TI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/O4hfIckv1wg/s800/IMG_6002.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now off to the live art section. I honestly didn't know there was such a thing as the live art circuit. See those holes? They were made by burning a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VVOzYSsx13rQkgg3wNKBMD-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FrVcL-s_TGU/Tj90gzokhwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/_l8hoBQHSsA/s800/IMG_5988.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was using some kind of pen. I asked if any of his work ever caught on fire, but it hasn't. I also asked him what his work means. He replied it is what it is. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/O1lKneZIqDhgf-DFBOonAD-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vt1u56qbLHg/Tj90r47P0UI/AAAAAAAAA_A/txINraVKOCA/s800/IMG_6066.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the most complex thing I seen the whole day. It's by Alex Chiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TbHxF2vHmIblJdt4eoJVpD-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mlz-wJFR6Yg/Tj90tCOf9WI/AAAAAAAAA_E/oAavCo4kcaI/s800/IMG_6067.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is by A'misa Chiu. She is the coordinator for the live art section. I talked to her about joining it and she's down to let me in! Catch me in LA sometimes you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RF1xEc9qgoiK-mZbWJB0Pz-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zahjSlNPU1A/Tj90qwlrZrI/AAAAAAAAA-8/5HQlnAlV1Z8/s800/IMG_6065.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The longer I spent in this space, the more I liked it. It's surrounded by so much talent that I must be a part of it. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/dawen?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=5"&gt;Dawen &lt;/a&gt;anyone? He's the man who sang the infamous &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0MklcpPt54&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title"&gt;"Friday" song in Chinese&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LIIJFmFLm7FSiSwLK7JLLD-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NXEUJNjRyBg/Tj90nMSsvWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/PcHRJkfsCmU/s800/IMG_6034.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/LuieLand"&gt;Jane Lui&lt;/a&gt;! She's so cool. In these upcoming months, she's going to be performing in norcal, socal, Europe, NYC, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-rbcLTRVy-ElFvKEWHRiFj-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wMycXi2Uy94/Tj90lqiG4pI/AAAAAAAAA-g/svSsvM-5WEg/s800/IMG_6014.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to get a picture with her. She even complimented my nonapus tee before I even introduced myself. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ToIQDjvvzUD0rPXUxNMHdT-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JUbLZsoLjuc/Tj90pASEqOI/AAAAAAAAA-0/EKX5Rq9x_ms/s800/IMG_6050.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://connielimmusic.com/"&gt;Connie Lim&lt;/a&gt;. I got a picture of her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gvT8dTDyiBiWzvjJZ3Spfj-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_JYAsMJieb0/Tj90haNvhaI/AAAAAAAAA-I/JLfDUBGx9bY/s800/IMG_5996.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She even stopped by the visor booth for a bit to decorate her own visor. That man next to her is &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16477893"&gt;John Reinert&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/J8km22QhR44uBvRzCwEDQT-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CEhzXDgrW6o/Tj90oWx2gYI/AAAAAAAAA-w/WW1E6bCgoFE/s800/IMG_6044.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He let me play with his 7D for a bit. I remember meeting him a year ago at a long beach show as well. It was at Patchwork. We talked for a bit, but we got a better chance at getting to know each other this time. I checked out his &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16477893"&gt;vimeo&lt;/a&gt;. I watched "Left on Lockett Lane" which I recommend. It's a documentary about an adopted Filipino in a Caucasian family who eventually reconnects with his lost heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TdCoFQW7FwZscPFR1q3waj-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WXVpYIn8s-k/Tj90nuHHHnI/AAAAAAAAA-s/hyEEWCQNqfo/s800/IMG_6041.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Keiko Agena was the host. You might have seen her on Gilmore Girls. I was going to take a picture with her, but she was a busy person. Gosh darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KXlIcGwYMzD9aoHuNM4x8j-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZUA2B-eJOZA/Tj90k5MZGKI/AAAAAAAAA-c/XWLlczG3YMs/s800/IMG_6012.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy was being approached by lots of different people. I figured he was famous, so I snapped a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QGl7GMSLLpb0Q0wFiDPwCD-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-m_ZWYbu1xLc/Tj90mR0zHaI/AAAAAAAAA-k/cUOw05nxdp4/s800/IMG_6032.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was right! These guys are &lt;a href="http://www.andrewandthebrots.com/"&gt;Andrew Figueroa Chiang and the Blazing Rays of the Sun&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fpADA0CWgKuEecEKhGHxaT-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-azjPttGHOnw/Tj90qJglLeI/AAAAAAAAA-4/CCohhdfAqGI/s800/IMG_6056.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are good. The singer had a raffle drawing. Everyone did, but for his, he had the prize be a live song made up for the winner on the spot. He mixed in roboto and golf and 45 billion into it. I wish I could sing. It would make all my thoughts sound so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/m_HhJKWVxJx13e19L-uyoD-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NGSvo76XhOU/Tj90vgXPCrI/AAAAAAAAA_M/MYWFoMalLjo/s800/IMG_6072.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I come home from an event, I have back pockets full of flyers, business cards, and free stuff. I like to go through them, sort them, and look at everyone's pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ttgRTJ7UELkx9QaPdJzORj-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VozwLU1TT9A/Tj90xmp5zWI/AAAAAAAAA_U/C0hnRjDjaII/s800/IMG_6076.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last, but not least is &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/bybelinda"&gt;bybelinda&lt;/a&gt;. She has extended countless opportunities to me and I'm quite sad to hear she isn't go to vend anymore. I understand though. It's a lot of tough work. I was able to get some of her work after she cleaned up. Check her out before there is no more. I'm sure her cards will make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Y8esbnzKcnVE_E2mvWQ_Lj-SA1ukep0jIgJsxhWHiNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vXF6tza17Mk/Tj90uQwcHFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Ti9d1DBmhG4/s800/IMG_6069.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well LA, I like you. I like being surrounded by people who are like minded. Everyone here is so talented that it makes you feel more comfortable expressing your own talents. It's been a while since I was involved in something, but it's nice. It gives a sense of purpose. I realized when you become involved, you usually see the same people. I seen it in college. I seen it here. It is it's own community, but the community is worth being in. I'll see you some more LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-3345239865629299076?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/3345239865629299076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/08/hello-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3345239865629299076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3345239865629299076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/08/hello-la.html' title='Hello LA'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9_8FRoj_-_s/Tj90wkyPrxI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/TH-2J6RBH-Y/s72-c/IMG_6075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2094855908241774809</id><published>2011-07-25T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:36:24.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animation'/><title type='text'>The Start of Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have finally reached the end of my first ever summer session. For my final project, I went out filming random places for 3 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9q8rM8wq3jWBKuLMIywnfw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h_4pGSc6TiI/Ti5C0V6tu9I/AAAAAAAAA9A/3iNeKvQcBTM/s800/photo%252520%2525281%252529.JPG" height="478" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily no one was weirded out. I'm not the type to slack, so I spent a good two days on this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZzrDl_0ufmqKZfS4NwfK0g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vnV-a8S4djA/Ti5C1DzaR1I/AAAAAAAAA9E/PVzvIVpmm0c/s800/photo%252520%2525282%252529.JPG" height="478" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my latest new exploration. It's animation and video. This is the first time I have ever done something like thing. Content-wise, vintage Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6T9FvDu9qoQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming around full circle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2094855908241774809?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2094855908241774809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/07/start-of-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2094855908241774809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2094855908241774809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/07/start-of-something-new.html' title='The Start of Something New'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h_4pGSc6TiI/Ti5C0V6tu9I/AAAAAAAAA9A/3iNeKvQcBTM/s72-c/photo%252520%2525281%252529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2871079475346633780</id><published>2011-06-30T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T17:20:31.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coit tower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kogi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lao new year'/><title type='text'>Progress!</title><content type='html'>I done more than I thought I did this academic year. Here's my end of my junior year, in the middle of the year wrap up. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, I had my first paid animation commission! I started to teach myself last year and slowly made intros for youtubers for free, so this was a big deal to me. Here's one of my videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sG5Y5ZRLUPw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really busy this year. I didn't get the chance to vend anywhere, but I did get to ship some of my vintage clothes off to places like Australia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jcNx89jzvHlw3dAMZsraTRwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BGtsKsJ4XOQ/Tgyrt9GueYI/AAAAAAAAA4o/qW8ubbhjk_A/s800/DSC_0142.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got to ship some of my handmade wallets to places like Pennsylvania! One time the same person bought it twice because she liked it so much. That's a good feeling. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OqYosYVaS228850q9CljwxwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4Sxq3p6nlZ4/Tgy8LJg4xGI/AAAAAAAAA6A/9YSiQVlLpcA/s800/wallet%2525202.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a good feeling seeing my friends I entered college with make it into the Juried Exhibition. You actually have to get selected to get in. Everyone is doing such big things, it's nice to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/g7Ql7zhNlgeFsX1AFBhC1RwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ex0MGGi7i2g/TgyrvTDKTJI/AAAAAAAAA4w/qSubjoH_2oE/s800/IMG_0254.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These oranges are cement. I'm not sure though. It's by my friend Corinne.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4DCz04EY1T6_d2cJUbFhGhwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B9Q1nQq6fD0/Tgyrv4u39MI/AAAAAAAAA40/I7NcIzrskRg/s800/IMG_0258.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Corinne, she was actually on my Mad Film Dash team this year. She's my lead actress. She's good for someone who doesn't act. The competition as a whole was a pain considering we had some rendering problems. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/N6aA2qzozBPYQRmqaFf7eRwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LD9NaRuXYVQ/Tgyr4BH8KoI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/7gJjBRSlsb8/s800/IMG_3395.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my team name. It's a particular grouping, but I like it. It's probably the simplest name I ever thought of. The painting is by my friend Trisha who surprised us with it. =] Here's our &lt;a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fo0otfpwRfA"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/K0CSwTCxyDAAGAfhHSOAWBwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2vez609-_r8/Tgyr3MpjIqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/4afeQwHiUpU/s800/IMG_3322.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the Juried Exhibition, here's some cool photos. That's one of my favorite quotes. The artist, Noe, got several people from different backgrounds like art, sociology, etc and had them read something about art. You can tell who is who by their highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Nm8SUT5MTf3doXo5F_9l9hwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hSsD3FhNgew/TgyrxtwELMI/AAAAAAAAA48/i61Zl-idLWM/s800/IMG_0274.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is by my friend Mitchell. I remember seeing this in Catalyst Gallery and went "I think it's sagging." Not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MgyiJq1oYaQRfmE__sqDUBwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Aq3IwZMRano/Tgyrwms5knI/AAAAAAAAA44/j_8UjaCHMtA/s800/IMG_0264.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also get my first &lt;a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XSfcL-cxV4&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title"&gt;video interview&lt;/a&gt; this year by these two lovely people, Allison and Joann. I haven't spoken about my shirts in a while so this interview definitely made me go "Hey, I remember I still have bins of shirts still in my closet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uhy53-yUs3yhLouSxZq0vRwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QJKdcjkBBgI/Tgyr4li1BSI/AAAAAAAAA5U/-WOMzpvch1E/s800/IMG_4621.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't all school though. I had my first ever Kogi truck experience. I ordered all three meats, but it all taste the same with the marinade. I would say the best one is the one you eat first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/N0tHvKyM6bW7nNUjkkuILhwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e9NcpQfQ4oI/Tgyr2SQ2ZiI/AAAAAAAAA5I/EMTT5Ne2FEQ/s800/IMG_2851.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a chance to go to the temple for Lao New Year. It's always filled with little kids running around, but I caught them scheming this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/A2mNqg3bQufSaLJ3sOvfIRwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-74sIsOgpk_M/Tgyry8njXXI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Nr9gHYZWq6M/s800/IMG_2583.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also has a lot of baby powder. Sometimes, too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/n5SyhT2CX_1eriyZVx07CxwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LNU93RkCeJA/TgyrybsWLMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/GGRPCFUaA6U/s800/IMG_2562.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got a Universal Studios pass from Costco, so if anyone wants to come with me to take pictures with everything I see. I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BB2PPg0TyPDtk5ybVsDDNRwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5dZqrP1kfws/Tgyr7sHofqI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Dvh-cbtWMQ8/s800/IMG_5465.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a trip over to San Francisco for a little bit. It was my second time. So I'll try to not show you anything I shown you &lt;a href="http://mrtigerrr.wordpress.com/page/2/"&gt;the first time&lt;/a&gt;(I've been blogging so long it's ridiculous). My nonapus will take over the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Q9AuUpBmD3h1FM6Gm81IrRwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9b9Gq64ruUw/Tgyr5RGji7I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/hYF1cPHnKZs/s800/IMG_5312.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the coolest parking lot photos I ever taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TmuIeEev3K7N4hLC62FRRhwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1e1eLNyExVw/Tgyr6ebEplI/AAAAAAAAA5c/GrkQsA5UdIo/s800/IMG_5327.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these SF photos are taken from the top of Coit Tower. It's pretty high and I'm scare of heights, but I surprisingly felt safe. Going up the old elevator is probably the scariest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pnTfV-TDjtgo26mmwv5F7RwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-K94HEFf1Uzk/Tgyr61FYvGI/AAAAAAAAA5g/o54crUh2ZYo/s800/IMG_5329.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seen these at the Museum of Jurassic Technology. Microminiatures. This is Goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yt06bRqzs1sd9XhsX3KujhwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JPj4c7HobHg/Tgyr8PbjWlI/AAAAAAAAA5o/2BaaEmP5gB0/s800/IMG_5590.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Napolean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oCsvXSgsBOg32P3sgFjtxhwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nbXttSxkElw/Tgyr8l9jO8I/AAAAAAAAA5s/g6EuCHWbM3w/s800/IMG_5592.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nDZJ1OToonWtdfTcpI-YZRwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dEmv593GyD0/Tgyr9bhlCTI/AAAAAAAAA5w/F2t-9pRyTFY/s800/IMG_5593.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cap it off, my cap is off. =] I've created my fifth shirt design (nonapus v.2) titled "Hats off". I'm somewhat done. I'm working on some minor stuff. Hopefully I can get that out by the end of summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fzjgd20DpirqNDUlFRp0ARwgnZYoZ6UdrLoz7Q1N39Y?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1ahzOy3n1Hc/TgyruoDuajI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mr73aePq14g/s800/IMG_0234.jpg" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming around full circle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2871079475346633780?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2871079475346633780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/06/progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2871079475346633780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2871079475346633780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/06/progress.html' title='Progress!'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sG5Y5ZRLUPw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2292370832946940490</id><published>2011-02-17T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:21:22.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mfa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='janice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd year show'/><title type='text'>Inspired Works Inspire More Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Holy Crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pCP21xMqr7U2nEQWUxP7XQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4YsRP4taI/AAAAAAAAA1I/i3t70Bfmb-Y/s800/DSC_1321.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pCP21xMqr7U2nEQWUxP7XQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were so many great works up tonight. I was working on my webseries script with a friend. You will eventually see it in few months!!! Anyways, we finished up, I headed out, and found myself in the middle of the MFA art opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HGF0_qQZlpbIzHcY7ccrLQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4Ytbrq5II/AAAAAAAAA1M/RtdI0l3ofV4/s800/DSC_1330.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HGF0_qQZlpbIzHcY7ccrLQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so inspiring. The grad students are a select few, so the work they make is really, really good. This one cracked me up. These letters were on a table inside a tent. Intimate relations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/esbydgCwj4uiC-bVl7Q6oQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4Yr8E3UuI/AAAAAAAAA1E/H_WrqBVuot0/s800/DSC_1318.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/esbydgCwj4uiC-bVl7Q6oQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Floating grass. Genius! It's not even grass. I don't even know if it's fake. I just called it grass for the sake of having it make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/R_jYghy4d5m-3pvJhLRibg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4Yy4BVYxI/AAAAAAAAA1g/l56opP2EJiY/s800/DSC_1357.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/R_jYghy4d5m-3pvJhLRibg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These "birds" are almost alive! They inflate and deflate depending on the number of interactions. It's like dying and reliving. The cycle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PTnpwMSbk_fzew6j1AsbvA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4YvYGnZmI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Tbck6YdutMw/s800/DSC_1345.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PTnpwMSbk_fzew6j1AsbvA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This column was made so you can't see the bottom. It messed with my head for a bit. Until my friend Noe flash his camera light down there. It takes away the magic. There should be a note down there. Something like, if you can see this, you're doing it wrong. That would be pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5Glo5jZf6VxWU0BYUgaXcA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4Yz8WdfuI/AAAAAAAAA1k/eUknBfJoPBM/s800/DSC_1358.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5Glo5jZf6VxWU0BYUgaXcA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what this is, but it inflates and deflates. Kind of like the fan people that you find near car dealerships except the art version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TTc_Mv6pxmLYGfL9nJMFiQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4YxdgJD5I/AAAAAAAAA1c/YRx-R039Zfo/s800/DSC_1351.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TTc_Mv6pxmLYGfL9nJMFiQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note to the wise, if you ever go to a gallery, be very careful not to touch the pieces. As I was in there, it started to inflate again. I quickly rushed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_mPoJ4pYiu-bM6roeopGdA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4YwfLez1I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/rs-xH81UpOk/s640/DSC_1350.jpg" height="640" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_mPoJ4pYiu-bM6roeopGdA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pieces are by a friend of mine. Janice Miyagi. I've been running into her lately. Even at the UCLA juried exhibition last week. I wish I had a photo of her to show, but they all turned out blurry. Poo. The middle one is not chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9UhWDGFUInSvgw-oPr4tXg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4Y4l2aP1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/OWp75PizZWY/s800/DSC_1390.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9UhWDGFUInSvgw-oPr4tXg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like these pieces. It's like she is trying to tell us something, but doesn't want too. I'll leave it to you to figure out what each one says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OMV0qGZD9f1z7MtpGRmErA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4Y2_kMWvI/AAAAAAAAA10/przugGbjnqA/s800/DSC_1371.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OMV0qGZD9f1z7MtpGRmErA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I go in and out of love with art, as with all the other things I'm doing. It's why I dabble in so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LKCssdE-kUFm31QH6_mavQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4Y3_yBj6I/AAAAAAAAA18/myHTGHGntrw/s800/DSC_1375.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LKCssdE-kUFm31QH6_mavQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get bored easily. Tonight, I realized, if you are around enough inspiring works, you become surprisingly inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uGSwlQXv5Kn8W7emPM5WmA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4Y0TmNW7I/AAAAAAAAA1o/Sqc6sl0IO7E/s800/DSC_1367.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uGSwlQXv5Kn8W7emPM5WmA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I almost forgot how that little spark of inspiration feels like. You kind of fall into a groove and forget why you're doing what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zsYiSlqL5-Q5a2ZNCzAV1Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4YqeKIC_I/AAAAAAAAA08/BAIEUSdb5jQ/s800/DSC_1308.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zsYiSlqL5-Q5a2ZNCzAV1Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then you get all worried about the future and try to work harder to ensure your success. However, all the stuff you make isn't that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ntALSHEF7mWjIRFyttBuhg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4Y1ruZkvI/AAAAAAAAA1w/uj2RsAUk_Gg/s800/DSC_1370.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ntALSHEF7mWjIRFyttBuhg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After running into a few friends who graduated and now have jobs, I realized life is going to be okay. It really is. Sometimes you just have to let life run it's course. It will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/c9jS9wvtetefaQV2CiOEOw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4Y1OoClUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/R378sictqUs/s800/DSC_1369.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/c9jS9wvtetefaQV2CiOEOw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recognize that shirt? A few months short of a year, Maivy sports her mrtigerrr shirt. =] I sold that to her at the &lt;a href="http://mrtigerrr.wordpress.com/2010/05/17/no-junk/"&gt;No Junk show&lt;/a&gt;. Back when I was writing blogs on my Wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xFC5KyqlVxBa0D7WyuhBQA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4Y5CVhUTI/AAAAAAAAA2E/JSuYpHB1hw8/s800/DSC_1395.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eventually start to see the work pay off. It take a while. I'm just starting to see the fruits of my labor. It's a nice pick me up. Life is starting to come around full circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is still weird though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2292370832946940490?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2292370832946940490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/02/holy-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2292370832946940490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2292370832946940490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/02/holy-crap.html' title='Inspired Works Inspire More Works'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TV4YsRP4taI/AAAAAAAAA1I/i3t70Bfmb-Y/s72-c/DSC_1321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-7071616471747304455</id><published>2011-02-11T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:13:54.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ucla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juried exhibition'/><title type='text'>Dream it and Real Life it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to hit the point in my life where I'm seeing my friends' lives start to fall into place. The same goes for me as well. This time, the attention is on my friend Iris. She transferred over to UCLA from UCI and got into the juried exhibition. Pretty big deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zDvcixL1WfmPFWeE45cffg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVT49lyuTVI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-53PhcJ4vEk/s800/DSC_1174.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zDvcixL1WfmPFWeE45cffg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the work made me want to jump all over it like a pile of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wBnRlV20akMlUo-eTVkv7w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVT5BGnt58I/AAAAAAAAA0U/NROeT3K6TcU/s800/DSC_1181.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wBnRlV20akMlUo-eTVkv7w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of it makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CZ51XmxBTteDVNCQbQLJEQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVT475UbEsI/AAAAAAAAA0I/V0uPveuhiQk/s800/DSC_1172.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CZ51XmxBTteDVNCQbQLJEQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some made for pretty nice pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/H7Obe8bzJFncFll6E0_i-Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVT46imj5EI/AAAAAAAAA0E/aiahuJSokrM/s800/DSC_1170.jpg" height="640" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/H7Obe8bzJFncFll6E0_i-Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met Loi, on the right, that night. He attends UCLA. He also went to high school with Joey, on the left, and my second cousin Vicky. It's a small world. Really though, I ran into some other UCI people there. One was a girl I happen to meet the night before at a DIY meeting. It's a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sH0D_bsU6nzKkrDzVTvBqg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVT43bNWf4I/AAAAAAAAA0A/QyEAarUjko4/s800/DSC_1168.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sH0D_bsU6nzKkrDzVTvBqg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the piece that I came to see. I remember seeing this piece for the first time during a lecture. Iris asked me if the text was in the foreground or background. I said foreground. I was standing there listening to other people talk about it. I heard one guy say this was his favorite piece. That's right. I know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SGeSm8QrlC1QgizNvzU3yA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVT41jOR6VI/AAAAAAAAAz4/GXg93Ydoqsg/s800/DSC_1161.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nN93I3zC0s8ui_S8E9UaLA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVT42pk3yVI/AAAAAAAAAz8/gFB6frjT780/s800/DSC_1163.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nN93I3zC0s8ui_S8E9UaLA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed back to "The Hills", which is the dorms. Iris's roommate was kind enough to swipe all five of us into the commons that night. UCLA's dining food is pretty good. Of course, that's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/q0RlsVJglhA306k2W4m1tA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVT5EG2nx0I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/AjpguSc7Z2I/s800/DSC_1213.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/q0RlsVJglhA306k2W4m1tA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how you bus your own trays. I guess all dining rooms have some kind of conveyor belt. This one, I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NAad1pT6MH8d8hKuCjH6vQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVT5JmKCusI/AAAAAAAAA0g/VUJxQwK_veI/s800/DSC_1219.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NAad1pT6MH8d8hKuCjH6vQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the girl of the hour. I'm sure she will be successful. You seen her here first. =] Those are some cool glasses too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4TenPZ1yFl8a-T5McrRw6g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVT5HHlnZvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/kHI-ujOpJlQ/s800/DSC_1218.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming around full circle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-7071616471747304455?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/7071616471747304455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/02/dream-it-and-real-life-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7071616471747304455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7071616471747304455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/02/dream-it-and-real-life-it.html' title='Dream it and Real Life it'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVT49lyuTVI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-53PhcJ4vEk/s72-c/DSC_1174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2246674899730270764</id><published>2011-02-10T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:23:36.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy craft and art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop cases'/><title type='text'>Build a Laptop Case Workshop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last night was a big one for DIY. We put weeks of planning into this one. We turned old sweatshirts into laptop cases. See for yourself. =] This is actually the sweater that I wanted to use. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ic2V3e6tuXHcOEPDTGN1dQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVQL17ZAXXI/AAAAAAAAAzA/qzBQChGo6Zk/s800/DSC_1100.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ic2V3e6tuXHcOEPDTGN1dQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like this print. It's one of those shirts that you won't buy normally, but if it's in a thrift store, you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xd5zFSY-4SGeFEWV7aiprQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVQL2MO3zcI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Nsb9xvqGSTw/s800/DSC_1105.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xd5zFSY-4SGeFEWV7aiprQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We only have enough supplies for 30 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6yyyHMYLzr7Q2r63xqnAXw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVQL2Euj_TI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Fi-7vg-NkFA/s800/DSC_1110.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6yyyHMYLzr7Q2r63xqnAXw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five minutes into it, we ran out. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ueb7nHzeZVnDldGrB8aTLw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVQMEdlin8I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/PrJFOKFUT7M/s800/DSC_1111.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I helped her sew this one up. Then I helped again. When we were about to wrap up, I helped her again. It's always nice to see the progress. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vZLiUUc9sCpJiQbTzsgUfA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVQMK-FiHaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/YcZv1DQxqUs/s800/DSC_1134.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here's one of the more innovative ones. It kept the zipper!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eL7GkbfmZLHHQ7lNALNCVg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVQMFMTLBUI/AAAAAAAAAzg/VusiIaRbkXw/s800/DSC_1132.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eL7GkbfmZLHHQ7lNALNCVg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can imagine how fun the leftover scraps from the sleeves were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fgeUXeVpOa-T7Dr9yAxYIw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVQL18ZXJfI/AAAAAAAAAy8/hM5eeAHJrGI/s800/DSC_1097.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though. That's your new president to be on the right. I'm happy to pass down the presidency to a good friend. She is playing in the scrap pile like it's leaves by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SlT09US4Q4nvrpAzu3B9YA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVQMErvtfLI/AAAAAAAAAzU/lMF9JvI16DE/s800/DSC_1118.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like to have fun. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OfVtIPFY_dbQ_xXQ4vbdSg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVQMFJ8MUXI/AAAAAAAAAzc/fAMG_Iqx6g8/s800/DSC_1125.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is our signature shot for every event. =] Camera on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/19c4g2j237POquwg6bGWiQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVQL2Du2BdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RLFaWQHYH6w/s800/DSC_1103.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/19c4g2j237POquwg6bGWiQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two people are missing, but here's a regular photo of the staff. We have a rule where we don't show our faces. It's just a tradition. However, rules are meant to be broken sometimes. In this case, it's to show you who's responsible for organizing one of the most successful craft event UCI has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ojSO80V9satDrEeGxzt55w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVQME4II-zI/AAAAAAAAAzY/06eToE48Oas/s800/DSC_1120small.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't be more motivated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2246674899730270764?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2246674899730270764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/02/last-night-was-big-one-for-diy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2246674899730270764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2246674899730270764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/02/last-night-was-big-one-for-diy.html' title='Build a Laptop Case Workshop!'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVQL17ZAXXI/AAAAAAAAAzA/qzBQChGo6Zk/s72-c/DSC_1100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2622297037361583234</id><published>2011-02-09T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:40:33.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embroidered pockets'/><title type='text'>The Official DIY Staff Shirt</title><content type='html'>As of late, I either became a closet maker or haven't been making much. That's why I haven't been posting as often as I would like to. It's time to break that with the new official DIY t-shirts. I finally took the new sewing machine out for a spin. Apparently, I had some trouble. Stupid self threading.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/x5behbGI0hIb4ixp1NXwPw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVLNfp4nGII/AAAAAAAAAyY/UuTDQG2MCq8/s800/DSC_1076.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/x5behbGI0hIb4ixp1NXwPw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 hours later, I finally got all 7 seven shirts attached with new embroidered pockets. =] So the three founders of DIY, including myself, lived in the Cielo hall our first year. Cielo means sky. The sky's the limit. DIY is where we reach it. Ha. =] You can kind of see the blue lining. It's one of the coolest patterns I have. That's all I can show you for now though. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5UiFLOEkOqKG4H8ZLE4CWg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVLNfU56cxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_VHOuUXVgBA/s800/DSC_1086.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5UiFLOEkOqKG4H8ZLE4CWg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out the back! Credits go to our advertising coordinators for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SaLgYUHgHSN5U3L908LO2w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVLNfVxDDhI/AAAAAAAAAyU/gL0Fx85KpiU/s800/DSC_1081.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SaLgYUHgHSN5U3L908LO2w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All ready to go. I had this idea where I was going to just sew pockets onto to shirts for my own brand a while back. Consider this a preview of things to come. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TnA92PiSOqaX5ZuP90xqPg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVLNfUwahTI/AAAAAAAAAyM/cc6e6oLdWok/s800/DSC_1089.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally coming around full circle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2622297037361583234?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2622297037361583234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/02/official-diy-staff-shirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2622297037361583234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2622297037361583234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/02/official-diy-staff-shirt.html' title='The Official DIY Staff Shirt'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TVLNfp4nGII/AAAAAAAAAyY/UuTDQG2MCq8/s72-c/DSC_1076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-6504141346372366350</id><published>2011-01-13T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:38:23.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower pins'/><title type='text'>Partners in Crime Mission One</title><content type='html'>Some background information. DIY has Partners-In-Crime, where members are assigned with board members. We then make stuff outside the club. After this mess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NMf3g-EZXtnlAAMN1WHpDgIT_3GSkMdzbAdCZtgZuss?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TS_lMrlmQSI/AAAAAAAAAxI/PQJK4R8MAXA/s800/DSC_0944.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NMf3g-EZXtnlAAMN1WHpDgIT_3GSkMdzbAdCZtgZuss?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my partner-in-crime and I made those flower pins in her hair. =] I made the blue one. I like crafts. I just like making things in general. It's relaxing. My partners-in-crime(PIC) and I challenged another PIC in contest for whoever bakes the most delicious/beautiful cupcakes ever!!! I'm overly competitive sometimes. Just letting you know, I have two PIC's. I'll have photos of the other one up too. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BNjNRHgwx42Y7HRJD-2lbwIT_3GSkMdzbAdCZtgZuss?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TS_lMMtjCzI/AAAAAAAAAxA/53PJCSF2dyE/s800/DSC_0943.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-6504141346372366350?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/6504141346372366350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/01/partners-in-crime-mission-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6504141346372366350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6504141346372366350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/01/partners-in-crime-mission-one.html' title='Partners in Crime Mission One'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TS_lMrlmQSI/AAAAAAAAAxI/PQJK4R8MAXA/s72-c/DSC_0944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-8579634820096051530</id><published>2011-01-13T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:44:32.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy craft and art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Knitting with UFOs</title><content type='html'>It's the first meeting of DIY this quarter. We learned how to knit again and I like to say it was a good turnout. =]&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GukcR6vfAdzuhMDJBf8LMw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TS9rmYBcToI/AAAAAAAAAvs/81K8kKAWGIw/s800/DSC_1005.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GukcR6vfAdzuhMDJBf8LMw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really though, see for yourself. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4jVvp_y6KD7MkSZitR3yPw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TS9rmLy4OSI/AAAAAAAAAvo/TJmqkemqUp8/s800/DSC_0984.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4jVvp_y6KD7MkSZitR3yPw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She impressed me. Look at what she made. It's crazy prefect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TX6Hwt42YdibJ3iUA8L_fg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TS9rmdMTOMI/AAAAAAAAAvw/x05ry111Sdg/s800/DSC_1016.jpg" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TX6Hwt42YdibJ3iUA8L_fg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my friend Mary. She saw my bell I tied to my dolly. It rings when I walk. She said I'm like a little kid. If you know me, you would know it's true. It really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/drSCwQ_nW2Zqt5NdLKar_g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TS9rmQ65S_I/AAAAAAAAAv0/72g1uzRNn6E/s800/DSC_1028.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/drSCwQ_nW2Zqt5NdLKar_g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's partners-in-crime Monster L and Santosh. I had a paparazzi session with our historian Hannah. We were talking about turning around as fast as possible to snap a photo of them. We did, but Santosh was already smiling. How is that possible?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XVpHC_XN3n8nHmBng6x5PA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TS9rmoStR0I/AAAAAAAAAv4/D2ZwDIJA500/s800/DSC_1029.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't mind all the things on his face. I wasn't being mean. It just happened when I was constantly redrawing my logo and adding it. It's pretty much a record of my thought process. By the way, do you like the logo? It's a UFO. I'm just having some fun now and putting them anywhere I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-8579634820096051530?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/8579634820096051530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/01/its-first-meeting-of-diy-this-quarter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8579634820096051530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8579634820096051530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2011/01/its-first-meeting-of-diy-this-quarter.html' title='Knitting with UFOs'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TS9rmYBcToI/AAAAAAAAAvs/81K8kKAWGIw/s72-c/DSC_1005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2164545895414169196</id><published>2010-12-08T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:39:13.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Days Off</title><content type='html'>Hello. This is my first day off. Finals are over. =] I know it's been quite some time so I visited this blog. I been posting on my new blog -- &lt;a href="http://ovencubes.com/"&gt;OVENcubes&lt;/a&gt;. I started it for class and it pretty much takes attention away from this one. However! I can't talk about my life like I can on this one. Here's how my life has been. =]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a staff photographer like I wanted to be. I couldn't find the time to invest in it. However! I'm technically still a photo intern and this is the first photo of mine published in the school paper. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/isvKOlxOwS_Lzuu9bPj8zZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TL_bnPgUziI/AAAAAAAAAtw/5KVCFEbRogA/s640/DSC_1035.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new use for my blinds. I use it to dry my clothes. I miss making clothes. I'm going to have to take a trip back to it when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7iewhnZ7R4SMhp6aXjirkJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TQCC5DloD7I/AAAAAAAAAuU/2ie8IdAnOaA/s800/DSC_0017.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been making clothes, but I did make a backpack. What?! Yep. This is the first one I ever made. Do you remember me talking about starting an accessory line? Well I'm getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ccPs-gVQ90xvSdY_aYsdOJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TQCC5Fe9unI/AAAAAAAAAuY/i7leLwM-CtQ/s800/DSC_0068.jpg" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I been busy this whole time making and directing videos. That's me directing the final project for my video production class. =] I made a little short, called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LwOWTjdjO4"&gt;Paper Planes&lt;/a&gt;, about a girl who likes to throw airplanes as a way to let her feelings go. The video is on the &lt;a href="http://ovencubes.com/"&gt;OVENcubes&lt;/a&gt; page. As a matter of fact, all the videos that I worked on this quarter has been on there. Before I forget, the photo below is by &lt;a href="http://niklj.multiply.com/"&gt;Nikki Jee&lt;/a&gt;. She's the photo editor for the school paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/D2UU046_mO2-WQAJ8R52Ipqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TQCC5fXO92I/AAAAAAAAAuc/-KPL_Yxm9dk/s800/DSC_0294.jpg" height="425" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I been doing things. Don't lose faith in me. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. My camera is being fixed right now, so I can't post any pictures until it gets back. =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong (It's been a while since I said that),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2164545895414169196?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2164545895414169196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/12/no-days-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2164545895414169196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2164545895414169196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/12/no-days-off.html' title='No Days Off'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TL_bnPgUziI/AAAAAAAAAtw/5KVCFEbRogA/s72-c/DSC_1035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-7802284408543612652</id><published>2010-09-22T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:55:09.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downtown disney'/><title type='text'>Photo Night</title><content type='html'>I don't do photo walks or runs or whatever they're called. I'm not the type of person to go somewhere and take photos. I prefer having my photos organic and spontaneous more than anything. Since I had my camera this night, I thought I give it a shot. Downtown Disney is really pretty at night. =] I went for the fireworks, but sadly there were none.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M5__ZvUd8G3urFaeaSJmvZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJpQAFH-OVI/AAAAAAAAAsg/aQYXtLujYNM/s800/DSC_0077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M5__ZvUd8G3urFaeaSJmvZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's was filled with lots of musicians though. It gave it a nice vibe. I always wanted to perform, but I don't have that kind of talent. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y3ERFqinyP7Vpbkvh9T9g5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJpQAXUAMrI/AAAAAAAAAsk/qWfT8U7uWqw/s800/DSC_0102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y3ERFqinyP7Vpbkvh9T9g5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It had lots of Disney things too, but that is expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/B4o4FtCqop2ipF5uM-Q5K5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJpQAzXytWI/AAAAAAAAAss/OtITKxjDpwE/s800/DSC_0130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully my photography is getting better. I'm thinking about being a staff photographer for the school paper. Wish me luck. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-7802284408543612652?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/7802284408543612652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/09/photo-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7802284408543612652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7802284408543612652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/09/photo-night.html' title='Photo Night'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJpQAFH-OVI/AAAAAAAAAsg/aQYXtLujYNM/s72-c/DSC_0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-437000637010711162</id><published>2010-09-22T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:29:00.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year. Welcome week. I would usually be walking around checking out the different clubs, but this time was different. DIY made our first ever appearance. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/g9o17aBIbhl9eSzGfk-0A5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJjmr6ZsrlI/AAAAAAAAArU/ctTh9Xw79ac/s800/DSC_1022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/g9o17aBIbhl9eSzGfk-0A5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rolled out our quilt for an impromptu table cover. Here's my little section. =] The idea is that new members make a square. We sew that square in. Next year, we pass it down and the pattern continues until it's GIGANTIC! Good idea right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y4Oy2mVo_NqS_aAC9BVWiZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJjmsMw-gyI/AAAAAAAAArY/_2BqpgWW1cQ/s800/DSC_1025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y4Oy2mVo_NqS_aAC9BVWiZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ML even brought out the candy because people like free candy. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Gohyl8W0gU3XGU8DORz-Ipqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJjmsUgapKI/AAAAAAAAArc/Rk1RJ6aD5rc/s800/DSC_1026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Gohyl8W0gU3XGU8DORz-Ipqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoutout to the lovely folks boothing for Catalyst Gallery. They made me out of Play-doh. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/H6GVKlYv8bI8foH2-6J505qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJjmuYNRujI/AAAAAAAAArk/0CTIO3MJHrA/s800/DSC_1032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/H6GVKlYv8bI8foH2-6J505qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our simplest set-up ever. However, clubs were out there in the hundreds. We needed something eye-catching and that is what Antonio is for. =] Have you seen my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUAOZ5DN6y0"&gt;video &lt;/a&gt;of him? He went from getting in trouble to DIY's new spokesperson. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/d8kZqzU-pQYPXWtM6u1To5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJjmvPeXAXI/AAAAAAAAArs/ofhoIZJPXB0/s800/DSC_1046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/d8kZqzU-pQYPXWtM6u1To5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See. It's working. This is my friend Leo. =] We lived in the same dorm freshmen year. Now he is singing for Circle of Fifths and I'm president of DIY. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GcbRG6XLQltF5tTj1K0LEZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJjmuozmRKI/AAAAAAAAAro/bM4fH-w0DMI/s800/DSC_1043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GcbRG6XLQltF5tTj1K0LEZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look. It's working again. =] This is Corinne. She is on board for Catalyst Gallery. I met her in my drawing class first year before I knew how to do anything artsy. We were pretty good friends before either of us got involved in anything. Now DIY is going to partner up with Catalyst to put on a little something later on. =] Collaborations are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Q3KNtYMOXTa6K_uuq8cvEZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJjmv-zlvuI/AAAAAAAAAr0/MBdIWrxfV_M/s800/DSC_1053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Q3KNtYMOXTa6K_uuq8cvEZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides Antonio getting attention, DIY's little cheering squad definitely helped. =] They did awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KR9jiCuKDFLkZuWZGdBNOZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJjmw62YMFI/AAAAAAAAAsA/7HDEhJT0mdY/s800/DSC_0010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KR9jiCuKDFLkZuWZGdBNOZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Especially ML. She was her own little cheering section. She literally yelled and people came to the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AApxocxsMOtxxmkjOB_9-pqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJjmve8BOHI/AAAAAAAAArw/p6cye5Dv4K0/s800/DSC_1052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AApxocxsMOtxxmkjOB_9-pqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention the bookstore was giving away free otter pops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3l-JzX8mHaJxt4v8bYTPp5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJjmxVAy3cI/AAAAAAAAAsE/AJhuYqjTwjw/s800/DSC_0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3l-JzX8mHaJxt4v8bYTPp5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yum. See the girl with the red Otter Pop? That's DIY's historian, Hannah. She agrees free Otter Pops are good too. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uQhXJCsfzUQV_qJa3-0JNJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJjmxhUAKjI/AAAAAAAAAsI/l5sAwUgrqk0/s800/DSC_0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's DIY's second year now. I helped start it last year with just two other people. By the end of the year, we had about 15 loyal members. Now we're back for our second year. After our day boothing, we were able to get 8 pages of e-mails. THAT'S 181 PEOPLE INTERESTED! I was overwhelmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-437000637010711162?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/437000637010711162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/09/proud.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/437000637010711162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/437000637010711162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/09/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJjmr6ZsrlI/AAAAAAAAArU/ctTh9Xw79ac/s72-c/DSC_1022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5648336705856650218</id><published>2010-09-21T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:46:39.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinatown'/><title type='text'>Dear Chinatown,</title><content type='html'>I hate you Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NtVNU62lw-xSLwHlkxnmQ5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVRZByQ03I/AAAAAAAAAow/1jmBDOLQpXc/s800/DSC_0342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NtVNU62lw-xSLwHlkxnmQ5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With your rude manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/84bI_fhmtuWFKa3Y-ave6Zqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVRdJMqemI/AAAAAAAAApA/iRGq2z66eWo/s800/DSC_0383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/84bI_fhmtuWFKa3Y-ave6Zqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your lack of customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QmPv8TJlrvOTQdqfTXaa4Jqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVRfaUHBXI/AAAAAAAAApI/YTLmx0u6ThE/s800/DSC_0390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QmPv8TJlrvOTQdqfTXaa4Jqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How every store carries the same cheap items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nKu5qh-rgJb1l9Wom3vMqJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVRg4qq8XI/AAAAAAAAApM/RZXKQxnOxy8/s800/DSC_0392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nKu5qh-rgJb1l9Wom3vMqJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, how I appreciate you at the same time.&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JRpMJhxr8NfhUDjmHqrsc5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVRiOgIRlI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Ap-lv5l2h-A/s800/DSC_0398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all the culture that lies in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CJ0CDRNSnhVLABSN3gUeppqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVRjb4sZvI/AAAAAAAAApU/X4oKGtrkMk0/s800/DSC_0401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CJ0CDRNSnhVLABSN3gUeppqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the fact nothing in you ever changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RySIGaiOXfPqeFdYlWNXOZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVRkn5PQMI/AAAAAAAAApc/oPbzmXSqMa0/s800/DSC_0411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the fact that you helped raised me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xgZ30lhuQlfyOjmBbPeQ0pqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TJhiukiHswI/AAAAAAAAArE/_G9BEvXX18k/s800/DSC_0424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm very indifferent to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5648336705856650218?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5648336705856650218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/09/dear-chinatown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5648336705856650218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5648336705856650218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/09/dear-chinatown.html' title='Dear Chinatown,'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVRZByQ03I/AAAAAAAAAow/1jmBDOLQpXc/s72-c/DSC_0342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-8113029729703433286</id><published>2010-09-12T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:07:29.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balboa Pier'/><title type='text'>Balboa Pier</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to go to the Great Park and do something. I don't want to say what that something is because it's going to be used in my upcoming film. =] I been working on it for a while. I'm not trying to force it so I'm working on it little by little until I'm content. =] Well I didn't go what I wanted to do. I decided to explore the city instead. It all led me to Balboa Pier in the end of the day. I didn't realize how close it was to me. You are starting to grow on me OC. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sWSoEuO4Em3prbj9wsEv9Jqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TI19yDPSASI/AAAAAAAAAqc/tsscmHv0C-4/s800/DSC_0728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sWSoEuO4Em3prbj9wsEv9Jqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pier was filled with people fishing. Of course. The whole place smelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/33yDrexj2X9MkkyBx910DJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TI19vTqUjNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/adv26_FVBvE/s800/DSC_0627.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/33yDrexj2X9MkkyBx910DJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was all windy and cold. My ears actually started to hurt after a while. It was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/m7r-xVO7YWxGzv_2sFx5N5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TI19vnfIDjI/AAAAAAAAAqE/iUofyyb2stU/s800/DSC_0635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/m7r-xVO7YWxGzv_2sFx5N5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place was filled with humbled families who didn't speak English. They all have their coolers packed with things and bait laid on benches. The people on it are so real. Such a wonderful experience. I wouldn't mind taking another trip to it. I would say it's one of my favorite places to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xUkb9y5H5ibonjJg8VumBZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TI19xKiO62I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qGPz_HylXbE/s800/DSC_0701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xUkb9y5H5ibonjJg8VumBZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Off the pier was a different story. Girls in short dresses, beach-front shops, pizza sold in the slices, expensive cars. The vibe is way different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xUkb9y5H5ibonjJg8VumBZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4JhoYyCPuQUmW17aRcqFs5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TI19x7vX7NI/AAAAAAAAAqY/AJbNUUNHYu0/s800/DSC_0727.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is honestly one of my favorite photos I have ever taken. No editing. I couldn't do it justice. I love how the grandma is holding her grandchild up to have the whole world entirely in her hands. Beautiful. It's the American dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/J8yeLNz7oXVtK-uN15L_PJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TI19v5vn_fI/AAAAAAAAAqg/QVwPaTblGKk/s800/DSC_0662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/J8yeLNz7oXVtK-uN15L_PJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. I wear Vans on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pbS5WIYgWm4bZ12rkmBIv5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TI19xuSg8OI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ndoaGJXqOLs/s800/DSC_0708.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-8113029729703433286?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/8113029729703433286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/09/balboa-pier.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8113029729703433286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8113029729703433286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/09/balboa-pier.html' title='Balboa Pier'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TI19yDPSASI/AAAAAAAAAqc/tsscmHv0C-4/s72-c/DSC_0728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-6036169637898936168</id><published>2010-09-06T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T13:54:04.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving in new apartment'/><title type='text'>For the Time Being</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again. I hate moving. It always takes a long time to pack, unpack, and just settle in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aSDBslecu2bJvrIhC7UZJ5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVRQjAp-eI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Yn52IShzn3M/s800/DSC_0231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aSDBslecu2bJvrIhC7UZJ5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well the kitchen looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/d-nXqOqk6jlmWt9ELZKMvZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVRSI2pz4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/REN8ktMlOmU/s800/DSC_0232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/d-nXqOqk6jlmWt9ELZKMvZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's my first apartment too. I'm sharing it with these guys. It's going to be at least one year at this place. We'll just see where life takes me afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xkCet2U8D6hQufY4Y5OdSJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVROo5HUII/AAAAAAAAAoU/eZbE94Bxy9Q/s800/DSC_0224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xkCet2U8D6hQufY4Y5OdSJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to this too. You would think I would lose weight, but I actually lost weight over the summer staying at home. How odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nRT9wf57VMHuR7GUn8lgvZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVRTjV1IQI/AAAAAAAAAog/L6BeSR4xr-I/s800/DSC_0241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-6036169637898936168?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/6036169637898936168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/09/for-time-being.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6036169637898936168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6036169637898936168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/09/for-time-being.html' title='For the Time Being'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TIVRQjAp-eI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Yn52IShzn3M/s72-c/DSC_0231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-1046083481915022016</id><published>2010-08-29T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:51:07.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soap tart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chantal Defelice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oc foodie fest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honda center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patchwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by belinda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the shrimp guys'/><title type='text'>Patchwork at OC Foodie Fest</title><content type='html'>OC Foodie Fest was yesterday. I came home with a big headache and woke up with a bigger headache. Plus, I'm sore now. I was moving around a lot. I like to keep myself busy. Here is my side of the booth. I remember when I couldn't fill up a table, but now I can barely fill it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1Drmj8okCckutMuV9-Nycpqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoAo3mHrzI/AAAAAAAAAlk/l9NTwoYDu3c/s800/DSC_0054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1Drmj8okCckutMuV9-Nycpqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/bybelinda"&gt;Belinda&lt;/a&gt;'s side. Her side always looks good. I feel like one day, her aesthetic is going to rub off on me some more and our two sides will just blend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jLVhQBJXKx4gChiuvLFFm5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoApBl7NpI/AAAAAAAAAlo/TMqzmkovBeU/s800/DSC_0055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jLVhQBJXKx4gChiuvLFFm5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to bring out some of my old stuff. It was all sitting in a box in my room. I even revamped my sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FwPtxxHiqDb_BAgO5czf4pqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoAor-6FkI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wvv1TxUn0ks/s800/DSC_0041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FwPtxxHiqDb_BAgO5czf4pqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I brought out some even older stuff too. Here's a snapshot of my vintage collection. That's my favorite jacket out of all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jq_PE8iMGJ0c63CPCP5PvJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoAoxRpkYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_OyhIAXKmV8/s800/DSC_0050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jq_PE8iMGJ0c63CPCP5PvJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a look at the map and they spelled my name wrong. Lame. It's mrtigerrr. All lowercase, no period, no spaces, and three R's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9rxOwB1JsbyuoPWQI-qRppqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoA6B6mNVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/UXiTitccgGE/s800/DSC_0079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9rxOwB1JsbyuoPWQI-qRppqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As 11AM rolled along, the lines were starting to fill. If you look close enough, you can see all the people waiting at the fence. That's the VIP line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0rTzc8lGkpcNwC8NXYqsApqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoApJsvOPI/AAAAAAAAAls/dxnIR3gQQjw/s800/DSC_0066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0rTzc8lGkpcNwC8NXYqsApqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the regular line. The event sold out beforehand online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/L65vKeWopxc4xKyNRh9YZZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoBfGZRpRI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vIfpLJBIbgA/s800/DSC_0085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/L65vKeWopxc4xKyNRh9YZZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily for me, I could take a stroll around before the crowd came in. I don't know what this truck sold, but it makes me laugh. It even has rims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TbAYCqr2LOaQ9Qp7H12OYJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoA47fhgqI/AAAAAAAAAlw/I8KHScvZr7Q/s800/DSC_0067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TbAYCqr2LOaQ9Qp7H12OYJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to get some food from these guys before the event even started, but they weren't open til 11:30. I came back at 11:30 and I was the 4rd customer of the day. =] I have a thing for places with simple names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eO58s6TKYPq1lTTQUgxJyZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoA5pvIJ5I/AAAAAAAAAl0/C3f3lQUKk-c/s800/DSC_0068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eO58s6TKYPq1lTTQUgxJyZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got the garlic butter shrimp, which had a lot of garlic. I like garlic, and butter, and shrimp, so I didn't mind. The only thing to really take pictures of was the food. That's what OC Foodie Fest is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8VLLEqr2el4dMvmJq9CtyZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoA5yY2k-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/wVfy4mffO58/s800/DSC_0073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8VLLEqr2el4dMvmJq9CtyZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when the event finally started, you can see all the lines pile up. Here is the Nom Nom truck. The line was long, but I heard it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WPtLz0D80zifHGQfhLBjW5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoBe7mHxlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/lwI5LGfRExM/s800/DSC_0081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WPtLz0D80zifHGQfhLBjW5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well back to the crafts. Here's from my neighboring booth, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/cloverthreads"&gt;Clover Threads&lt;/a&gt;. When I came back from walking, I noticed they were both at my booth, so Belinda and I decided to go to their booth. =] These shoes are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NbCXn7mGY7haH7dgFe1HEpqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoA6PUOf6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/s9W1QzpMHag/s800/DSC_0075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NbCXn7mGY7haH7dgFe1HEpqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was smart to beat the lines and get food early. This guy was yelling fresh coconut water the whole time I was in line for some pulled pork sliders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fNdoe37_8QETrKUd_JX8s5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoBfMTkJoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/FlWwC5QVXDY/s800/DSC_0082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fNdoe37_8QETrKUd_JX8s5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a precious moment. I tried to capture some family's moment. Haha. See the Beer &amp;amp; Wine Garden? My booth was near the entrance. Too bad no one came out drunk and bought all my stuff. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/331SkU8QDMHbbQcEt6zlhZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoBgqDq3zI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_LWTHc9EFqs/s800/DSC_0098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/331SkU8QDMHbbQcEt6zlhZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spy a baby's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AQZZd8wqf5qlPAxbEzFaA5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoCFSQuI6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/5TYVbNF-Jg0/s800/DSC_0104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AQZZd8wqf5qlPAxbEzFaA5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To my surprise, I heard my name yelled out. I thought I was hearing things. Nope, I actually got to see some familiar faces. They helped make the day better. I thought I wasn't going to see anyone I knew. I figured most of my friend didn't buy tickets online. These three were smart enough to buy their tickets early. =] They're the ones who told me about this Nom Nom truck. They even got the founder's autograph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1WibGweGyzX_W64NnuGNLZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoCFql_5YI/AAAAAAAAAms/8i_cNpjwnu8/s800/DSC_0121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1WibGweGyzX_W64NnuGNLZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe her name is Ashley. I'm terrible with names. Really though, I am. When I do remember someone's name, they usually stay around enough to have an actual conversation with. She didn't buy anything, but it's fine. She took my card and that's perfectly satisfying enough. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PH3KOyFJ04w2ifLlKF4-65qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THqcPn7jUFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/buiTR_jjY_I/s800/DSC_0094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PH3KOyFJ04w2ifLlKF4-65qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like these two as well. I didn't meet them until that day, but I could talk to them like I knew them. I talked to them once and another time after they came back. =] The guy is Justin and the girl is Simone. The girl likes my creepy charming aesthetic, which is awesome. The guy has the same camera as me, which is just as awesome. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bZYogkVCReNaIc5Yg5JWZJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THqUbTJautI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Ka_KS8HVD3s/s800/DSC_0132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bZYogkVCReNaIc5Yg5JWZJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://chantaldefelice.com/"&gt;Chantal DeFelice&lt;/a&gt;. I started talking to her because her art caught my eye. I really like the details she puts into it. It's like my work. The wavering line and the solitude of each is nice. She was stuck at her booth all day because she had no one to help. Hopefully, you'll see her more on this blog from other shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VM7QvpR5lVxQYyu-zQPxtJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THqUdyl7P4I/AAAAAAAAAnM/RabReTXQw40/s800/DSC_0133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VM7QvpR5lVxQYyu-zQPxtJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I speak about all these connections I make in person, but sometimes the connection is made through my tags. I put a lot of effort into each one. They're all as personal as can be. This lady read the tag and laughed. She left and came back to show that guy. She couldn't help it anymore and just had to get it. =] I feel like she can really appreciate that doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dB3Z9RZ_V5ew6EqF2zvJTJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THqcQL2GCII/AAAAAAAAAn8/8lIVQgtfHA0/s800/DSC_0122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dB3Z9RZ_V5ew6EqF2zvJTJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anytime I sell anything, it's usually because people take the time to read the commentary I put on it. I don't really have the when people see something and say "Wow, I need to get that" moment. I get the browsing, decides something is interesting, reads the tag, and goes "I have to get it" moment. =] It's a longer process. This is the only yellow one I ever printed. The little note on the back sold it for her. She was even going to wear it right afterwards. =] In that sense, the people who buy my stuff understand a little something about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vLSzIntNuC2r0bdJLXvDL5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THqcP-f1RGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/hB9UH9doQ4k/s800/DSC_0099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vLSzIntNuC2r0bdJLXvDL5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I include lots of text, I always see people standing there and reading things. I find it awkward because I stand there silently. I don't want to disturb. That table had a mix of Belinda's stuff and my stuff, so it was filled with silent reading and that's so cute comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YmoybqX6u1w89Q8_VPnbDZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THqUY8QEIZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/S0cJbY7DJLU/s800/DSC_0130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YmoybqX6u1w89Q8_VPnbDZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This girl was walking around and taking snapshots of our whole booth. The event was filled with fancy cameras. I didn't mind if people take pictures of my stuff. I take pictures of everything so it's all good. I actually liked how she came back and showed a friend everything. It always nice to see people come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xZoYhRXJ49dfBvlO8QGKtZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoCFZnTrRI/AAAAAAAAAmg/amrceF4agBQ/s800/DSC_0101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xZoYhRXJ49dfBvlO8QGKtZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the day, the dance crews took to stage. I stayed long enough to see Team Millennium and left before I could see Beat Freaks. I was busy packing up my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Djw2PPeV7ZEXC7FgwprICJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THqUfvhv1KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/UrOIY6HxEBQ/s800/DSC_0149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Djw2PPeV7ZEXC7FgwprICJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here it is. The end of the day. It kind of looked like the beginning of the day as well. I got there at 8:30AM. Left my house at 7:30AM and got back home around 8PM. Long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6CJsHXQppn0lDfwUKGa4hZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THqUiXa342I/AAAAAAAAAnU/o6AjGcJ8384/s800/DSC_0159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6CJsHXQppn0lDfwUKGa4hZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goodbye parking lot of the Honda Center. Hopefully I'll see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aLXExsWIBIA8cu64ho3PqZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THqUllVhIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/MU8teKMKpXE/s800/DSC_0162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aLXExsWIBIA8cu64ho3PqZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, I had to take some free stuff home. Drinks were selling at $3 and at the end of the day, they were free. I had to grab some. I'm not trying to promote the the brand. The drinks are okay. I'm just saying I like free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gFh_Qq_wrg5IXvcyPewSPJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THqUni-Xn6I/AAAAAAAAAnc/Ss38K7jlKoY/s800/DSC_0165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gFh_Qq_wrg5IXvcyPewSPJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll promote &lt;a href="http://www.soaptart.com/about.html"&gt;Soap Tart&lt;/a&gt; though. They were the other neighboring booth. She gave Belinda and I a bar of soap. Afterwards, I told her I'll give you one of my wallets because I know you liked it." She responded back with "If you do that, I'll give you a box of soap then." Haha. I love trading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kBX5c_ZInptK4YndYYQqH5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THqUpxn9KHI/AAAAAAAAAng/ZOKvA9TUAnM/s800/DSC_0167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kBX5c_ZInptK4YndYYQqH5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll end it with my box of free stuff from Belinda, &lt;a href="http://bybelinda.etsy.com/"&gt;By Belinda&lt;/a&gt;. She always has stuff lying around she doesn't want. She ends up giving it all to me. I usually take a few things here and there and give the rest to my club. I know it gets use there. Thank you Belinda. I feel like I know someone who is going to get crazy successful. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iywlJOR9gCQ8cJBgEj-xgJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THqUrnzue6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/XB7OhMZ9EXY/s800/DSC_0175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-1046083481915022016?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/1046083481915022016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/patchwork-at-oc-foodie-fest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1046083481915022016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1046083481915022016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/patchwork-at-oc-foodie-fest.html' title='Patchwork at OC Foodie Fest'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/THoAo3mHrzI/AAAAAAAAAlk/l9NTwoYDu3c/s72-c/DSC_0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2973538093591600289</id><published>2010-08-23T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:32:09.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Today I got a message from a friend about one of my videos. It goes as follows. Excuse the grammar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hey tiger iwas watching one of ur videos n while u were tlking my son came to the computer n was tlking to u.. it was cute he was having a convo wit u. just thought i would tell u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;3:08pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1473775484_2672168240" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="pending_1473775484_2672168240" class="pic_padding"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1473775484_263990300" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;That's cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="pending_1473775484_263990300" class="pic_padding"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1473775484_2843548008" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;How old is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="pending_1473775484_2843548008" class="pic_padding"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;3:08pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;i thought i was funny couldnt stop laughing. he is 2. he is my oldest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;he stopped watching spongebob to tlk to u. n he dnt stop watching him for any1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;3:09pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1473775484_3106304380" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="pending_1473775484_3106304380" class="pic_padding"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1473775484_1952501064" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="pending_1473775484_1952501064" class="pic_padding"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1473775484_3394212884" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="pending_1473775484_3394212884" class="pic_padding"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1473775484_2199607196" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;That makes me feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was referring to all my old videos. She was going through them for fun. It's nice that my old videos still get views. My old videos have me talking and I'm still a little self-conscious about my voice. I'm just self-conscious really, but to my voice, I been more accepting of it after I kept hearing it in videos. Before that, I never really heard my voice before. Have you heard your own voice for the first time? It's so weird! It's okay though. It just makes me be more distinctive and have my own identity.I just find it funny how my little kid voice makes little kids stop watching Spongebob to talk to me. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2973538093591600289?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2973538093591600289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/classic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2973538093591600289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2973538093591600289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/classic.html' title='Classic'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-8373815134936311433</id><published>2010-08-18T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:44:55.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Time is Weird</title><content type='html'>A trip to LAX gave me the opportunity to take some of the weirdest pictures I ever taken. I didn't take the LAX one. My girlfriend took that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4RXNaR9NOLPc5CtvQo8y35qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNk4qm_BkI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fr-5mvdC7dY/s800/DSC_0844.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Oh9Nk-5CUgHGDlRdIJGd1pqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNoHnu5PDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hP5icD7D0gc/s800/DSC_0886.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/G20ON_plLDNl64BbrtM-opqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNoHucGthI/AAAAAAAAAhk/bzDCzMAAj6U/s800/DSC_0888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EFkXuUr8X2kelMKWet4IpZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNoHjkqc7I/AAAAAAAAAho/HMxpcY2FMyY/s800/DSC_0889.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/B0lCotzRFe17wTIGI6qBVJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNoH6qsvqI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ocwdYjAGGyE/s800/DSC_0891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-8373815134936311433?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/8373815134936311433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/night-time-is-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8373815134936311433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8373815134936311433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/night-time-is-weird.html' title='Night Time is Weird'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNk4qm_BkI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fr-5mvdC7dY/s72-c/DSC_0844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-8098990906568826219</id><published>2010-08-17T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:53:09.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making my mark</title><content type='html'>I went to the pub on campus the other day. It's a bar, but I don't drink. I go for the good cheap food. Since it's a bar, I figured it might be dirty so I like to wash my hands. I had to take a trip to the mens room after and saw the chalk wall over the urinal. I figure I should make my mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-45ZMk4vPHwRRySFV8Dllpqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNk5JmpS_I/AAAAAAAAAhc/DNM7bc8KCrw/s800/DSC_0833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still going strong,&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-8098990906568826219?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/8098990906568826219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/making-my-mark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8098990906568826219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8098990906568826219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/making-my-mark.html' title='Making my mark'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNk5JmpS_I/AAAAAAAAAhc/DNM7bc8KCrw/s72-c/DSC_0833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-3201423416200628206</id><published>2010-08-17T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:45:17.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Native Shoes</title><content type='html'>I fall in and out of love with fashion. I like looking at other brand's work and admiring the creativity and aesthetic. I don't like sitting around admiring all the time though, so I try to do it myself. It's a bit discouraging because it's so hard. I guess that's when I fall out of love with it again. I'm starting to fall back in it again. Mainly because of these shoes. I been reading the Hundreds blog all day catching up on whatever is going on. The moment I saw these I was like "What?! I want those!"&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGtv2GDBjrI/AAAAAAAAAlI/g5SbnRW6i_I/s400/thehundreds5838b+(1).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506617944517480114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't really have those moments often, but I like it when I do. It's inspiring. I told my girlfriend that I like them because I can wear them to the beach, and still keep my shoes on. I can drive afterwards too and not have to wear stupid Crocs because those are ugly." Yep. I might snatch me a pair somewhere. It's a great way to combine two different lifestyles.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-3201423416200628206?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/3201423416200628206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/native-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3201423416200628206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3201423416200628206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/native-shoes.html' title='Native Shoes'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGtv2GDBjrI/AAAAAAAAAlI/g5SbnRW6i_I/s72-c/thehundreds5838b+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5000818188905637235</id><published>2010-08-17T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:11:25.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Keeps It Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is why The Hundreds is one of my favorite brands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Again, branding is about personality, and that is what The Hundreds has always understood.  From the start, The Hundreds was formulated as a personal brand, an authentic and intimate lifestyle project.  Meaning that everything you see from us, whether here on the website or in our print magazine, the shoes on your feet or the wallet in your back pocket, has been infused with our own story.  We do, and make, what comes logically from us and our backgrounds and interests, and that complements the sensibility of the brand.  That was never intentional or strategic, as it was natural and organic.  We’re obviously the best at being us, why try to be something we’re not?" -BobbyHundreds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I take the same approach to my brand. Not to be like them, but because it just makes sense to me. Anyone who ever got their hands on a mrtigerrr, feels all the personality I put into it. It's like I'm there. I told you before "I keeps it real".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5000818188905637235?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5000818188905637235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/it-makes-sense-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5000818188905637235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5000818188905637235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/it-makes-sense-to-me.html' title='I Keeps It Real'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-1272992384158375769</id><published>2010-08-15T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:55:50.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Famous</title><content type='html'>I met up with Hans the other day for lunch. I must say I'm pretty proud of this girl. I lived with her in the dorms so I her most of her problems because she likes to voice them. She is now getting some acting gigs and there seems to be a certain someone that keeps popping up in her life. It seems like things are starting to turn around for her. One of the nice things about college is that you get to meet people right before they get to where they want to be. Sometimes it's a nurse, engineer, or someone famous. Since my emphasis is on art, I feel like most of my friends are going to be famous. Keep an eye out for her.&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0lDEC1hQ-hWNQdpjrEdrqZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNk4wFoypI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Opl5Yw0pTas/s800/DSC_0825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-1272992384158375769?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/1272992384158375769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/almost-famous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1272992384158375769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1272992384158375769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/almost-famous.html' title='Almost Famous'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNk4wFoypI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Opl5Yw0pTas/s72-c/DSC_0825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2728749094303919391</id><published>2010-08-12T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:36:15.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OC Fair'/><title type='text'>OC Fair</title><content type='html'>OC fair anyone? I always hear it on the radio and now I finally got the chance to go. I didn't know what to expect really. I don't go to fairs or carnival type things. I don't find the rides worth it and the games are always rigged. This was the first thing at the entrance. I actually went to this last. I knew it was going to smell though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JLEn2xwgM1ry6rW-2Cs3ZZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNkeg-IrRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/EEMcWpkhBGQ/s800/DSC_0720.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JLEn2xwgM1ry6rW-2Cs3ZZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot what this is, but I like it's little legs. I wanted a dog with little legs until I realize they poop and pee everywhere. The same goes for this thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/C1unNit1acqwlOtXnHeNDJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNk4hsXgpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/LKS4DxLkhN8/s800/DSC_0803.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/C1unNit1acqwlOtXnHeNDJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keeping in mind that petting the animals is not the cleanest thing to do, I decided not to touch anything. This photo makes it look like I did right? I never seen a cow up close before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nKN_GVRVN_ukpf-MnpZL65qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNk4nM2lwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/cP_zlmfQtLw/s800/DSC_0806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nKN_GVRVN_ukpf-MnpZL65qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well there are some weird takes a lot of different things. I learned about his sculpture in art class. I think I learned about it anyways. There are so many of these nude body sculptures we have to memorize that they end up looking the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zcS96JWSM9pDynPsoPzuC5qrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNke6b8EaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Dis6THHHzq0/s800/DSC_0769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Here's another piece, but it's made out of butter. I don't understand what would compel him to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oC0jwBtSWyLhKsNrc6HnaZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNkeuzJk0I/AAAAAAAAAhE/XX12cRGF0ew/s800/DSC_0756.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oC0jwBtSWyLhKsNrc6HnaZqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This ride is called Speed. It's one of the two rides I went on that day. If it's one ride in the whole place worth riding, it's this one. My girlfriend went to the line and I went "I guess I can die now." Now I'm alive and quite happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0sn9V3TcZqdutj4pvtPJkJqrsdpyrq30v3ZrQ91i7Bo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNkeno8ciI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ZSHPMA6CqzE/s800/DSC_0721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2728749094303919391?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2728749094303919391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/oc-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2728749094303919391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2728749094303919391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/oc-fair.html' title='OC Fair'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNkeg-IrRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/EEMcWpkhBGQ/s72-c/DSC_0720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-6380842526548359121</id><published>2010-08-11T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:19:27.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Everytime the summer comes around, there are so many birthdays. Well for my little cousins anyways. This time was a little bit different. It was a surprise party for my little cousin whose age I don't know. As I wait, my other cousin Sam let's me play Starcraft II. Yes. He got it the first day it came out. I remember everyone going crazy when they got it. Ahhhhh how I love happy people. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hL9dhSfewodKFEy8HXA0ABQmK1U4dWpQoIhmAdr3vy8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNWxvRYv_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/jqjzGKwTYho/s800/DSC_0653.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day kind of dragged on because we all had to wait. No worries. I was getting some personal drum lessions. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RUC1EK_bNENzIDomqTBwZBQmK1U4dWpQoIhmAdr3vy8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNWx4LzopI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Z1nZuU75Xug/s800/DSC_0690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to run errands as well. Of course. Here's umm, Loco? My other cousin Lisa gave this to me to paint on for her. It's the creepiest thing I have in my room at the moment. Especially when I woke up to see it the first day, oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nx1mOT9pXHB4EeZIPkCyvBQmK1U4dWpQoIhmAdr3vy8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNWyfGAdPI/AAAAAAAAAgU/iGsKdFQL6Jw/s800/DSC_0684.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I took pictures of everything and anyone who asked me to take a picture of them. Oh well. I guess when you ask for a picture, remember not to blink. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WRzVlYxjYIpqeYtwGF9kJBQmK1U4dWpQoIhmAdr3vy8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNWyKj_EWI/AAAAAAAAAgM/DPhN-PBlbFo/s800/DSC_0688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moment we all been waiting for. She had a shocked face on for at least 30 seconds. It was so cool! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lgsGqUMPtz8BfPF1fJxb0RQmK1U4dWpQoIhmAdr3vy8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNWy94K7LI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Ensw1vzy9W8/s800/DSC_0662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-6380842526548359121?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/6380842526548359121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6380842526548359121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6380842526548359121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/TGNWxvRYv_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/jqjzGKwTYho/s72-c/DSC_0653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-7692011722509225438</id><published>2010-08-11T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:16:28.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You may be wondering what the heck is going on. What happen to the old post and what are these other ones? Well for technical reasons, I'm bringing it back to what I started with and going back to my blogspot. =] For all my 2010 posts, comments and pictures, it's all here at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrtigerrr.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;http://mrtigerrr.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I never really noticed how much I grown in one year until I looked back on this old blog. I cleaned it up quite a bit and took out some posts that weren't necessary. I hope you notice the growth as well. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WELL WELCOME, OR WELCOME BACK. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-7692011722509225438?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/7692011722509225438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/back-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7692011722509225438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7692011722509225438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2010/08/back-up.html' title='Back up.'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5676932588350279455</id><published>2009-09-29T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:02:59.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of ...</title><content type='html'>My camera is still out. It's been too long without hearing from me so I used my phone. Well I took a trip over to Borders. Look it what I found. I remember looking at the illustrations when I was younger and was awed. Still one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SsLzac-CsMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/DY6kIOVKC2E/s1600-h/PIC-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SsLzac-CsMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/DY6kIOVKC2E/s400/PIC-0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387135740067098818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another favorite. Madeline. I forgot all about her until I went pass the "Classic, but never out of style" section. This girl isn't even scared of tigers. It said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SsLzaM-unbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/exrzuCH2PIc/s1600-h/PIC-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SsLzaM-unbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/exrzuCH2PIc/s400/PIC-0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387135735775010226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later on at night, there was a free locking class. My friend Aaron and I went and figure before we even walked in, we were in way out of our heads. No pictures but it's okay. There was nothing from us two worth showing. haha.  Even so, we, well I am, still crazy enough to go back next week. haha. Bboys Anonymous(BBA) was right after. Now this was way different from class because this is where the real dancers come in and session. We went in. Realized we had no moves, left, and practiced our four locking moves outside. End of night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5676932588350279455?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5676932588350279455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/popping-bubble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5676932588350279455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5676932588350279455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/popping-bubble.html' title='Start of ...'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SsLzac-CsMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/DY6kIOVKC2E/s72-c/PIC-0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5681361141756375922</id><published>2009-09-15T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:28:00.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like this short film. It seems like something I would make. I been growing out of the whole making love cliche stuff lately because it may be getting a little old, but I still like watching it. The film lost me halfway when I felt it was getting a little far-fetched. I like to keep things as real as I can. So I want to make a film now. Maybe when I get back to school and find some actors. The size is off so you may have to click the video to see it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVwc8IXAxrg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVwc8IXAxrg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5681361141756375922?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5681361141756375922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5681361141756375922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5681361141756375922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2634538035074598843</id><published>2009-09-14T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:16:37.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man.</title><content type='html'>If you don't know by now, I don't have my camera for at least two weeks. It's being fixed because it has dark marks on the screen. So until then, I guess I'll be reposting up old pictures or pictures taken from my phone. That also means the three paintings I was going to do this week aren't going to be posted up. It's okay I guess. I woke up from this dream this morning where I even decided to pull my camera out and vlog. That's how I know I been vlogging too much. haha. Well stay safe, stay happy, and remember to have a back up camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2634538035074598843?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2634538035074598843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/oh-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2634538035074598843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2634538035074598843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/oh-man.html' title='Oh man.'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-1884200021198584497</id><published>2009-09-09T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:19:47.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Company</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my friend Patricia's Birthday dinner at BJ's. She's the one in the black dress. Afterthat, a few friends headed out to my friend's Karley's house so we can go to this haunted house, but we didn't get the chance to. So instead, we waited hours and realized the people we were waiting for aren't coming so we decided it was time to go home. Before that, we just hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqgzoLRYBjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/pOaTWbAOKiI/s1600-h/IMG_7171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqgzoLRYBjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/pOaTWbAOKiI/s400/IMG_7171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379606520207509042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a year or so since I last seen most of them and it's just pretty much the same. That Asian guy is Andy. They say we look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sqgzn9-p2gI/AAAAAAAAAeE/rEJkHwd7VTU/s1600-h/IMG_7175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sqgzn9-p2gI/AAAAAAAAAeE/rEJkHwd7VTU/s400/IMG_7175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379606516639324674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see how much bigger my friend Manuel is by seeing how far his feet are off the ground. That is when you realize how amazing this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqgznaXNZVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lynej0-YErM/s1600-h/IMG_7178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqgznaXNZVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lynej0-YErM/s400/IMG_7178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379606507078640978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't see this in the dark. It wasn't until I saw the picture when I realized that Andy has green socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sqgzm7gcBDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/2TVMvUYoPXY/s1600-h/IMG_7180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sqgzm7gcBDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/2TVMvUYoPXY/s400/IMG_7180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379606498795848754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-1884200021198584497?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/1884200021198584497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/good-company.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1884200021198584497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1884200021198584497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/good-company.html' title='Good Company'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqgzoLRYBjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/pOaTWbAOKiI/s72-c/IMG_7171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2701124151003126335</id><published>2009-09-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:50:55.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Green Eggs and Ham</title><content type='html'>I had to show this. I'm starting to like coconut more and more now. My parents came home with this and look at the color of it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqSBjvCgE1I/AAAAAAAAAc8/TCYy1mRfzwc/s1600-h/IMG_7042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqSBjvCgE1I/AAAAAAAAAc8/TCYy1mRfzwc/s400/IMG_7042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378566305909576530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This purple can't exist naturally. It just doesn't seem right like green eggs and ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqSBjCqoe8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/av-_FaHU0k4/s1600-h/IMG_7044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqSBjCqoe8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/av-_FaHU0k4/s400/IMG_7044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378566293998304194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2701124151003126335?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2701124151003126335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/like-green-eggs-and-ham.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2701124151003126335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2701124151003126335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/like-green-eggs-and-ham.html' title='Like Green Eggs and Ham'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqSBjvCgE1I/AAAAAAAAAc8/TCYy1mRfzwc/s72-c/IMG_7042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-7933285696096580511</id><published>2009-09-06T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:59:20.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Mean Ladies</title><content type='html'>I spent hours just trying to editing this. The audio kept shifting and it was giving me trouble, but I thought it's been a while since I posted a video. So here's a video blog instead of a regular blog. Hope you like. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OPAQhNH9Vf8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OPAQhNH9Vf8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-7933285696096580511?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/7933285696096580511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/i-mean-ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7933285696096580511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7933285696096580511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/i-mean-ladies.html' title='I Mean Ladies'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5453126588460820261</id><published>2009-09-04T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:23:39.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giving Tree</title><content type='html'>I should be done with this painting by the time the weekend is over. That's of course if I estimated it right. It may not seem like much now, but I assure you, there were plenty of headaches along the way. I know it seems like a mess. That's just how I work. I'm trying to weave the different parts together. You can also rotate it whichever way you like and it seems to be the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqIBPJSecmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yq-xMpUWYwE/s1600-h/IMG_7037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqIBPJSecmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yq-xMpUWYwE/s400/IMG_7037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377862264736871010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5453126588460820261?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5453126588460820261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/giving-tree.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5453126588460820261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5453126588460820261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/giving-tree.html' title='The Giving Tree'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SqIBPJSecmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yq-xMpUWYwE/s72-c/IMG_7037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-3154224874708284353</id><published>2009-09-02T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:32:25.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Your Shirt</title><content type='html'>Sandy wore the same shirt as me when I went to go play tennis. Not planned at all. Someone had to wear a mrtigerrr shirt and it's surpising to not be the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8_JkxSyRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Tvw-Xkvo21k/s1600-h/IMG_7020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8_JkxSyRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Tvw-Xkvo21k/s400/IMG_7020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377085913825462546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-3154224874708284353?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/3154224874708284353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/i-like-your-shirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3154224874708284353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3154224874708284353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/i-like-your-shirt.html' title='I Like Your Shirt'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8_JkxSyRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Tvw-Xkvo21k/s72-c/IMG_7020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-4317860718840025957</id><published>2009-09-02T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:52:54.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy as Always</title><content type='html'>Here's a drawing of my new piece. This mess will somehow work itself out. It always does. This mess though is more of a mess than usual. I'm trying something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8_EZXRn9I/AAAAAAAAAcE/X8qhHxHpSts/s1600-h/IMG_7001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8_EZXRn9I/AAAAAAAAAcE/X8qhHxHpSts/s400/IMG_7001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377085824864198610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A comparsion shot. It's roughly about three times the size. I got some work ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8_D1w14pI/AAAAAAAAAb8/SQWe_Zeab0E/s1600-h/IMG_7000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8_D1w14pI/AAAAAAAAAb8/SQWe_Zeab0E/s400/IMG_7000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377085815307756178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-4317860718840025957?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/4317860718840025957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/messy-as-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4317860718840025957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4317860718840025957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/messy-as-always.html' title='Messy as Always'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8_EZXRn9I/AAAAAAAAAcE/X8qhHxHpSts/s72-c/IMG_7001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-8813153778949922885</id><published>2009-09-02T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:51:49.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and Toothpaste</title><content type='html'>It's whiter than Vanilla ice cream. More coconut than the coconut ice cream from the ice cream man. It's coconut ice cream from the Thai place. Tida bought it and I ate some. Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8-1luSKCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ZOgM-Sy4mpE/s1600-h/IMG_7002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8-1luSKCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ZOgM-Sy4mpE/s400/IMG_7002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377085570483890210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also asked me I wanted something from the Asian market. Since I been carving bread lately, I asked for bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8-1eO0PfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QsNivRYibqs/s1600-h/IMG_7003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8-1eO0PfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QsNivRYibqs/s400/IMG_7003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377085568472858098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was back to school shopping. I still take a long time to decide what to get, but one hour later, I was good. The only picture I took inside was of this bottle of toothpaste. You push this lever down and the tooth paste just comes up easy. I had this when I was little and it isn't until now do I realize how cool it is. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8-0xeBCdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ySwph3NMcfM/s1600-h/IMG_7015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8-0xeBCdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ySwph3NMcfM/s400/IMG_7015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377085556457015762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-8813153778949922885?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/8813153778949922885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/food-and-toothpaste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8813153778949922885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8813153778949922885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/09/food-and-toothpaste.html' title='Food and Toothpaste'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sp8-1luSKCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ZOgM-Sy4mpE/s72-c/IMG_7002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-4717144872362581755</id><published>2009-08-30T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:41:35.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walcott</title><content type='html'>Now for the flashback of the day. Walcott. Now to address any questions. Why these flashbacks? Well the past is what makes you. By understanding the past, you somehow understand the present. I don't know where this video ties in, but I like it. Enough said. Plus, I get to brush up on my editing skills before they get dull and people get to see how they changed. I seen some recent photos of Joey and it's obvious there is something different. So this is for you Joey. I suppose &lt;a href="http://monsterlatin.tumblr.com/"&gt;ML&lt;/a&gt; too because she got a haircut. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6LsIQeBGnzM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6LsIQeBGnzM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-4717144872362581755?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/4717144872362581755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/walcott.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4717144872362581755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4717144872362581755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/walcott.html' title='Walcott'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-4063870223369600652</id><published>2009-08-30T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:10:11.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the Old, in with the New</title><content type='html'>My friend Lorena dropped by today to pick up my sexy turtle painting and drop off another canvas. I known her since high school back when I was doodling on napkins, my jacket, and whatever else I could get my hands on. Now she's studying to become an elementary school teacher, while I try to get this artist thing done. Well she commissioned me for another piece and hopefully I can do well on this one. Hint: The Giving Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SptX4-1vbOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WAit3pv1lu4/s1600-h/IMG_6996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SptX4-1vbOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WAit3pv1lu4/s400/IMG_6996.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375987216649514210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't named Mr. Turtle yet. I always called him Sexy Turtle. Now he has a name. She named him Nelson the Spiffy Turtle. Doesn't he look like a Nelson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SptX4U4E4yI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ronKtbqb9vQ/s1600-h/IMG_6338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SptX4U4E4yI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ronKtbqb9vQ/s400/IMG_6338.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375987205385020194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Nelson in all his sexiness for those who missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JfldCLiN__E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JfldCLiN__E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-4063870223369600652?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/4063870223369600652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/out-with-old-in-with-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4063870223369600652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4063870223369600652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the Old, in with the New'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SptX4-1vbOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WAit3pv1lu4/s72-c/IMG_6996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-7837527230841400647</id><published>2009-08-28T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:37:05.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Technicolor</title><content type='html'>It was too good not to put back up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4MSTUM_wKk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4MSTUM_wKk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-7837527230841400647?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/7837527230841400647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/life-in-technicolor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7837527230841400647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7837527230841400647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/life-in-technicolor.html' title='Life in Technicolor'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5700241644446764396</id><published>2009-08-28T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:13:21.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making my Rounds and More</title><content type='html'>Introducing Key Club President for something years, Alma. Okay I forgot what she was, but she was the head on the board. Well she has one of my shirts now. I think she said she wanted to take a little piece of home with her to college. If not, it sure does sound good. I gave her a call ahead of time and she knew it was me by my voice. I know I sound like a seventh grader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpiGh6WcPMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WZkjyVivphA/s1600-h/IMG_6922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpiGh6WcPMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WZkjyVivphA/s400/IMG_6922.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375194072423873730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Gabriel, proud(?) owner of my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ap3TgHuYpg"&gt;Icee Cup painting&lt;/a&gt;. I remember he was a little short on cash so I said it's okay, just take me out to lunch sometime. I forgot about it until he brought it up today. I really didn't mind if he did buy me lunch. Since he brought it up though, I thought I take him up on the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpiGhmjz2vI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Q9AmE5gPF8U/s1600-h/IMG_6923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpiGhmjz2vI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Q9AmE5gPF8U/s400/IMG_6923.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375194067111238386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpiGhMgXA5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/xO_rE_ZBz3E/s1600-h/IMG_6925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpiGhMgXA5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/xO_rE_ZBz3E/s400/IMG_6925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375194060117443474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people may not find this appetizing, but I finished it up. 3x3. Considering how skinny I am, Gabriel didn't believe that I could eat it all. I don't blame him. He got a 2x2 and animal fries and got full half way through his fries. I ate my burger all, fries too, and with room left to spare. I didn't think a 3x3 was that much though thinking how the guys back in Irvine "down" 4x4's like candy. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpiGg_VYrCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/b1N-Mva8MAg/s1600-h/IMG_6931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpiGg_VYrCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/b1N-Mva8MAg/s400/IMG_6931.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375194056581753890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thought I share my sense of humor with you. There's wooden sticks attached to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpiGgXJV3cI/AAAAAAAAAas/-Ya__213kb4/s1600-h/IMG_6939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpiGgXJV3cI/AAAAAAAAAas/-Ya__213kb4/s400/IMG_6939.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375194045793820098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5700241644446764396?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5700241644446764396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/making-my-rounds-and-more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5700241644446764396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5700241644446764396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/making-my-rounds-and-more.html' title='Making my Rounds and More'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpiGh6WcPMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WZkjyVivphA/s72-c/IMG_6922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-4006078814895663298</id><published>2009-08-28T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:34:15.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Project</title><content type='html'>My friend Sandy has one of my shirts. Here is a comment she sent me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="comments noWidening" cellspacing="0"   style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 19px; width: 921px; font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;font-size:1em;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr   style="font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;font-size:1em;"&gt;&lt;td class="comment"   style="  border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: initial; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(249, 214, 180); padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; vertical-align: top; font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;font-size:1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yup yup i did. lol i wore it on wednesday. the day after u gave&lt;br /&gt;it to me:] my friend r--- noticed that it was the shirt u&lt;br /&gt;designed. people were wondering wat tha design was suppose&lt;br /&gt;to be so i told them to jus use their imagination. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 13px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could have been there, but it was just as rewarding. Anyways, it gave me this idea. I wondered how it was feel to see random people wearing my shirts. I'm sure it's just as rewarding, but how do I get them too? My solution, just drive around the city and drop off shirts into random people's mailbox. With a note explaining it of course, or someone might think it has a disease or something. I think that would make someone's day. I know it would for me. Like one of those times people walk those big checks to the front door or when Xhibit comes to "pimp your ride". So I decided I'm going to do it. At least with one shirt or a plushie or just a note. That is my next project, to lend a little "pick me up". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-4006078814895663298?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/4006078814895663298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/next-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4006078814895663298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4006078814895663298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/next-project.html' title='Next Project'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-8277661194242541131</id><published>2009-08-28T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:14:17.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Time</title><content type='html'>I didn't want to drive myself crazy so I took a break and took the night off with the little lady. She likes to tell me how I never put her on my blog so here. Now she's going to read this and hit me like I know what for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphpKlXFjkI/AAAAAAAAAak/EMdu5orypN0/s1600-h/IMG_6876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphpKlXFjkI/AAAAAAAAAak/EMdu5orypN0/s400/IMG_6876.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375161785815240258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to go to fix my phone first. It just isn't working. The guy did a master reboot and fixed it. That means he took out the battery while it was on and took out the sim card and put it back again. I did the same, but I didn't take the sim card out. Lame. Anyways, I see all these phones. I guess the new thing now is to have it slide sideways. I'm not into it as much because I find it looks funny when it slides out. I find things funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphpKUqCfeI/AAAAAAAAAac/igNfopDtr4E/s1600-h/IMG_6879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphpKUqCfeI/AAAAAAAAAac/igNfopDtr4E/s400/IMG_6879.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375161781331328482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now off to Market Night. Instead of staying in San Bernardino, we went over to Redlands. I love it there. Everything feels so old and alive. It looks like Boston. I wouldn't mind setting up shop here. A little East Coast town in the Inland Empire. Well enough of that. Here's the night in blurry out of focus night vision. I don't even like comic books, but I had to go in the comic book store. I wasn't disappointed. Great art work and ugly dolls all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphpJwVXH9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/iqKyvP8x0s0/s1600-h/IMG_6895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphpJwVXH9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/iqKyvP8x0s0/s400/IMG_6895.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375161771580923858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn't my type of music, but for the night, I was feelin' it. I was going to join the couple on the dancefloor, but I don't know how to dance to country music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphpJrSAVZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6NhGtQ5iROw/s1600-h/IMG_6898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphpJrSAVZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6NhGtQ5iROw/s400/IMG_6898.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375161770224670098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there are the folks who come out to show their culture. This time, the polynesians came out representing in their booty shaking, loud chatting, drum hitting manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphpJMFaIAI/AAAAAAAAAaE/M-C8eu_l9qk/s1600-h/IMG_6909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphpJMFaIAI/AAAAAAAAAaE/M-C8eu_l9qk/s400/IMG_6909.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375161761850335234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can there be a market night without the vendors? So this one is for them. The flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sphouq8n6xI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/V86seraVlww/s1600-h/IMG_6911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sphouq8n6xI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/V86seraVlww/s400/IMG_6911.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375161306278521618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphoubgqadI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/05nbY3sggYg/s1600-h/IMG_6913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphoubgqadI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/05nbY3sggYg/s400/IMG_6913.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375161302134712786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The paintings. I might say, they were some really good paintings. Nothing I like, but I know when to admit someone is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sphotn2rCfI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fpaXF2z4SxA/s1600-h/IMG_6915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sphotn2rCfI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fpaXF2z4SxA/s400/IMG_6915.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375161288268384754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little lady caught this. They spelled sandals wrong. We like to argue until someone is right and this was one of those situations. Only difference being I will admit when I'm wrong and I was wrong. This is what she told me the other day when I proved her wrong, "You are right, but I'm not wrong." That makes no sense at all. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphoszFmD4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/bm1y97HpvBQ/s1600-h/IMG_6916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphoszFmD4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/bm1y97HpvBQ/s400/IMG_6916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375161274103893890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last, but not least, a music store. Now I have a place to go and come back home without buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sphosdqdv_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/m_oz0rMw6U8/s1600-h/IMG_6917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sphosdqdv_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/m_oz0rMw6U8/s400/IMG_6917.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375161268352958450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-8277661194242541131?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/8277661194242541131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/quality-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8277661194242541131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8277661194242541131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/quality-time.html' title='Quality Time'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphpKlXFjkI/AAAAAAAAAak/EMdu5orypN0/s72-c/IMG_6876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-788774053667928225</id><published>2009-08-28T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:29:05.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't Know what I was Doing</title><content type='html'>When I'm not working on my stuff or taking pictures of what I eat, I usually have to do chores for my dad. This time it was going to the hardware store to find wood carving tools. You would think it would say it straight out. Wood Carving Tools, but no. After looking for a while in the rubber smelled place, we found it and left it smelling like rubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphmBVffcqI/AAAAAAAAAZU/fMvfo23_z1Q/s1600-h/IMG_6841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphmBVffcqI/AAAAAAAAAZU/fMvfo23_z1Q/s400/IMG_6841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375158328401818274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, these are fake cameras. I thought "Wow, $10 for a security camera". That was before I realized it was fake. It just moves and has a blinking light. Pretty smart though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphmA96snII/AAAAAAAAAZM/5rTsyyDjyrI/s1600-h/IMG_6842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphmA96snII/AAAAAAAAAZM/5rTsyyDjyrI/s400/IMG_6842.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375158322073476226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-788774053667928225?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/788774053667928225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/i-didnt-know-what-i-was-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/788774053667928225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/788774053667928225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/i-didnt-know-what-i-was-doing.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Know what I was Doing'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SphmBVffcqI/AAAAAAAAAZU/fMvfo23_z1Q/s72-c/IMG_6841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-3897068665891941951</id><published>2009-08-27T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:19:13.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking You Back</title><content type='html'>I have lots and lots of videos I recorded throughout the year and it would be a waste if only I could watch them. So today is deemed "Throwback Thursday" where I will show some old videos. Nothing serious. Just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Joey. I think this is the first time I probably sat down with the guy while he played guitar. The date says 11/13/08. I'm not sure if that is right, but he was singing a song for my friend Crystal's birthday. I don't remember how we ended up sitting there, but it somehow happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d5UJ2sAUb5o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d5UJ2sAUb5o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-3897068665891941951?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/3897068665891941951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/taking-you-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3897068665891941951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3897068665891941951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/taking-you-back.html' title='Taking You Back'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-3012833974951774144</id><published>2009-08-26T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:25:47.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go With the Flow</title><content type='html'>I have this idea for another video. No talking. I want it to be like my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvbLNax7A2c"&gt;The Animal Fries Days Wouldn't last&lt;/a&gt; video. I want to make a film of it, but that seems too hard for such a short time frame. I need actors and cameras and stuff. So it's just going to be words. That's it. However, there will be some sound. I'm starting to get tired of looking at myself. So I'm going to change it up. That's all I wanted to blog about today. I'm actually quite excited for it. I don't know how well people will accept it, but it doesn't matter. When inspiration comes around, it's best to just go with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-3012833974951774144?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/3012833974951774144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/go-with-flow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3012833974951774144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3012833974951774144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/go-with-flow.html' title='Go With the Flow'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-8868410172131660653</id><published>2009-08-25T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:15:03.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Work Too Hard</title><content type='html'>I wake up every morning and go back to bed until I'm hungry. A few minutes later, I start my day with a blow of Applejacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpOp9Dint8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/xlT8nKy0iOc/s1600-h/IMG_6832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpOp9Dint8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/xlT8nKy0iOc/s400/IMG_6832.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373825646770763714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The usual business. Checking things online, thinking of the next project and so on. Business is a little slow, but I didn't expect it to "blow up" in one day. It sure was one of those, "What am I going to do with my life?" kind of day though. At the end of it, I brushed it off, keep faith, and trust that in a few months, or years, all the hard work will make it all worth it. At the end of the day though, I find my friends, &lt;a href="http://monsterlatin.tumblr.com/"&gt;ML&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pollilop.tumblr.com/"&gt;Marisa&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://epoque.tumblr.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;, blogged about one of my shirts. That made my day. I really appreciate it. Big time. I had to dig in old folders for those pictures. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was nearing the end of school. ML is exhausted from her slide making with Joey and Marisa seeing the fruits of her labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpOp8Uci61I/AAAAAAAAAY0/vCw-zQCOpvw/s400/IMG_4769.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373825634128816978" /&gt;I remember this day. Keys were lost. Moving out next day. Choir singing. I wanted to say keep faith, but didn't want to sound like an idiot. Didn't have to say it. Found keys on top of piano. I like happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpOp8xCfEsI/AAAAAAAAAY8/-27r4YgL-go/s400/IMG_4744.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373825641804141250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just for kicks. Here is Monster Latin's video of her drawing final. She was up all night. I was too because of a paper. I went to Grad Night and a high school graduation and other things and somehow pull the paper out my butt and got an "A". haha. This is why I honestly keep faith. Things happen that you can consider lucky, but when enough lucky things happen, I think there is more to it. Call me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZGQMJi3_-o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZGQMJi3_-o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enough of that. With the store out the way, I don't have much to do now. Just fill orders and go. Nothing new. Plus, school's in a month and I should really just relax now. However, school's in a month and I got to start working harder to finish the summer off right. That, or I'll just keep beating myself up later for not doing anything. So I'm back to making some more videos and making some more things for my store. Here's the next video/thing in my store. I'm thinking about remaking one of my performance pieces from class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpOp7php5VI/AAAAAAAAAYs/XvA-MLsR1bs/s1600-h/IMG_6838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpOp7php5VI/AAAAAAAAAYs/XvA-MLsR1bs/s400/IMG_6838.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373825622607521106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I work too hard...for someone with no job. I realized if this artist/clothing line thing is going to work out, I might as well start now. I gotten over the whole "You're an art major" reaction. It got old real quick. I think I can finally say this and have it sound appropiate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-8868410172131660653?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/8868410172131660653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/day-after.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8868410172131660653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8868410172131660653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/day-after.html' title='I Work Too Hard'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpOp9Dint8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/xlT8nKy0iOc/s72-c/IMG_6832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-3513971319548333386</id><published>2009-08-23T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:36:54.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a coincidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I guess it's only fair. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; site is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;. I guess everyone has an equal shot now. See, keep faith and things work themselves out. So to give everyone a fair shot, the site is &lt;a href="http://mrtigerrr.etsy.com/"&gt;mrtigerrr.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;. I think maintenance is going to be finished around 3 AM pacific time. Yep. I think I'm going to let the discounted prices go on until Tuesday. After that, it's going back up. So I hope you guys enjoy it. Thank you very much for the support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-3513971319548333386?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/3513971319548333386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/what-coincidence.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3513971319548333386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3513971319548333386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/what-coincidence.html' title='What a coincidence'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-9210169240649594532</id><published>2009-08-23T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:02:55.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close I Can Taste it</title><content type='html'>So my store is now ready to go, almost ready anyways. I have pretty much everything up, but I want to give it a day before I give out the site to make sure I fix anything that comes up. But for those of you who figured out my site already, enjoy. For those of you who haven't don't worry, I'll give it out tomorrow. Until then, here are some of the photos I shot today.&lt;div&gt;This one was at the spur of the moment. My cousin and brother wanted to go buy some chicken, but before that, I had to get them to do this for me. I wanted to make it look like he was flying but his arms broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpIpJeDh7ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kRXBUB35yCI/s1600-h/first+teal+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpIpJeDh7ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kRXBUB35yCI/s400/first+teal+sky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373402548069854610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpIpIwj9a0I/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZNthM4NPSlk/s1600-h/first+black+on+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpIpIwj9a0I/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZNthM4NPSlk/s400/first+black+on+white.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373402535857843010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know most of these are like "What?" Yea, I thought people would remember it more. Plus, it was just more fun. I know my brother didn't think it was that fun though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpIpIU8gGXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Tyb43MQ5gbU/s1600-h/first+maron+hat+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpIpIU8gGXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Tyb43MQ5gbU/s400/first+maron+hat+down.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373402528444586354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the new one I said I was going to release. My cousin Roger came over today and helped me out with this one. Really good timing. See, keep faith alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpIpH9N1_JI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vPIQf_Zc4ig/s1600-h/flower+guns+roger+close+flex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpIpH9N1_JI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vPIQf_Zc4ig/s400/flower+guns+roger+close+flex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373402522074872978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In closing, I don't have much in stock so sizes are might be backordered real quick. No worries, I will try my hardest to get it out as soon as possible. That's it. I hope this is like Christmas for you because I giving you readers who you get there ahead of everyone else a pretty big discount. Remember if you can't find it, I'll give the link out tomarrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-9210169240649594532?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/9210169240649594532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/so-close-i-can-taste-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/9210169240649594532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/9210169240649594532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/so-close-i-can-taste-it.html' title='So Close I Can Taste it'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SpIpJeDh7ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kRXBUB35yCI/s72-c/first+teal+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-3722281501599109838</id><published>2009-08-22T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:12:00.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaking.</title><content type='html'>My friend Kenny recently asked me about my store. I thought I share it with everyone else who reads my blog. It will be out in a day or two. Until that time, all I will say is that you have to register for an account on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;esty.com&lt;/a&gt; to buy anything. It's free to make one so there's nothing to lose. I thought I tell you ahead of time so it doesn't catch you by surprise. Oh, and I only accept Paypal, but you can pay with a credit card through Paypal so you wouldn't have to make a Paypal account. Well that's it. Hope you guys are enjoying your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-3722281501599109838?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/3722281501599109838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/leaking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3722281501599109838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3722281501599109838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/leaking.html' title='Leaking.'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-144889963753157934</id><published>2009-08-21T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:47:25.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Mind Reader</title><content type='html'>I know what you are thinking. That's if you scrolled down of course. "Tiger needs to stop posting a million new blogs  in one day. I'm never going to read all this" My computer now works so I'll be back to posting regularly. I kind of liked not having to carry my camera around everywhere. I only have two pockets with three things to put inside. Phone, Wallet, Camera. You don't have to do the math to realize that's one too many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-144889963753157934?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/144889963753157934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/im-mind-reader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/144889963753157934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/144889963753157934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/im-mind-reader.html' title='I&apos;m a Mind Reader'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-1665971199799077185</id><published>2009-08-21T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:43:24.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>"Hey, Come See What I Made"</title><content type='html'>Dad is always trying to show me something hoping I would learn something. This time it is how to make the heavy thing on the end of fishing lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So-ApDqHYEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OGpYa_WeImg/s1600-h/IMG_6728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So-ApDqHYEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OGpYa_WeImg/s400/IMG_6728.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372654323321233474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You put some really hot metal in here for a minute and open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So-AorFza8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/g4bdILxYqVo/s1600-h/IMG_6732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So-AorFza8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/g4bdILxYqVo/s400/IMG_6732.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372654316726479810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he goes on about how much he saves on making them, instead of buying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So-AoH2rUEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/H4bJmg7lrxM/s1600-h/IMG_6733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So-AoH2rUEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/H4bJmg7lrxM/s400/IMG_6733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372654307267792962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure I will end up just like him. "Son, come look at this new shirt I made. I made a new color by mixing my red and blue inks together."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-1665971199799077185?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/1665971199799077185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/hey-come-see-what-i-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1665971199799077185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1665971199799077185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/hey-come-see-what-i-made.html' title='&quot;Hey, Come See What I Made&quot;'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So-ApDqHYEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OGpYa_WeImg/s72-c/IMG_6728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-3360243997425508734</id><published>2009-08-21T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:38:32.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guns flower happy faces'/><title type='text'>"Guns, Flowers, Happy Faces"</title><content type='html'>If you don't know yet, design two is finish. I think I need to make a Twitter so I can update people on all the unnecessary things I want them to know. I haven't decided to jump on the Twitter bandwagon yet. Here are some detail shots of the screen. I call this one my "Guns, Flowers, Happy Faces" tee.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9_GWyStRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vzjyzzoJGd0/s1600-h/IMG_6724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9_GWyStRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vzjyzzoJGd0/s400/IMG_6724.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372652627648754962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9_FjFh_5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/XEW5WaY_nYo/s1600-h/IMG_6725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9_FjFh_5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/XEW5WaY_nYo/s400/IMG_6725.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372652613770805138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9_FRERaEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/UmxbCr9PyjE/s1600-h/IMG_6726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9_FRERaEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/UmxbCr9PyjE/s400/IMG_6726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372652608933685314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The words came out pretty good. I think I'm going to put words on all my stuff. So that way, no one can bootleg my designs. "Please keep the volume and jibberjabbering up. =]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9_E11EACI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7wwXUtNylsI/s1600-h/IMG_6734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9_E11EACI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7wwXUtNylsI/s400/IMG_6734.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372652601622134818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tiny details didn't turn out as well as I wanted to. I was truly disappointed. There's always a next time though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9_Ef9WHfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fFje7pw_Rsc/s1600-h/IMG_6736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9_Ef9WHfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fFje7pw_Rsc/s400/IMG_6736.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372652595751296498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keep an eye out. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-3360243997425508734?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/3360243997425508734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/guns-flowers-happy-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3360243997425508734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/3360243997425508734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/guns-flowers-happy-faces.html' title='&quot;Guns, Flowers, Happy Faces&quot;'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9_GWyStRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vzjyzzoJGd0/s72-c/IMG_6724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-4364050906374710141</id><published>2009-08-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:30:31.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Sneaks.</title><content type='html'>I don't consider myself good at photography, but I thought I give it a shot. Here's my cousin Binly helping me out. He wanted to cover his face though, which is fine. He used one of my paintings for the job. Well, it's his painting now because I sold it to him. Hopefully, it will be worth more and he could sell it when times get rough. I'm hoping that happens to all the people who buy my stuff. My art actually helps someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9-f2TqcCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/onJDi8WCqUw/s1600-h/IMG_6707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9-f2TqcCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/onJDi8WCqUw/s400/IMG_6707.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372651966095323170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to the whole covering the face up, it reminded me of this. This was when school was in session and I believe it was late at night during final's week. We probably hit our limits on studying. Here's Joey, the guy who plays the background music in most of my videos and the one I turn to when I need help in anything guitar. That patch I made reminds me of a Batman mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So-OHejDX0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/lXzKHFyvNOQ/s1600-h/IMG_4655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So-OHejDX0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/lXzKHFyvNOQ/s400/IMG_4655.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372669139586604866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I might make a bigger one. So then all my models can wear one. It can be a mrtigerrr thing. Someone's probably done it already though with the billions of people in the world. Oh well. Here's Emily. Again, good luck in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So-OHHi9aVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/w2D27KoE-PQ/s1600-h/IMG_4656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So-OHHi9aVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/w2D27KoE-PQ/s400/IMG_4656.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372669133412198738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now fast foward to the shirt, I put this on the lower right side. So now people can check out your butt and say they are reading it as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9-fWfqauI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9z0QGs91XLo/s1600-h/IMG_6714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9-fWfqauI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9z0QGs91XLo/s400/IMG_6714.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372651957555718882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-4364050906374710141?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/4364050906374710141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/more-sneaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4364050906374710141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4364050906374710141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/more-sneaks.html' title='More Sneaks.'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So9-f2TqcCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/onJDi8WCqUw/s72-c/IMG_6707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-1658037569501552407</id><published>2009-08-21T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:32:33.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common&apos;s color cafeteria'/><title type='text'>Common's Colors</title><content type='html'>I went with my dad to look for some part that broke. I found these instead. It brought back memories of the commons on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So99DGfswpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UUsNMeSD19o/s1600-h/IMG_6666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So99DGfswpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UUsNMeSD19o/s400/IMG_6666.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372650372712940178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, it's the same thing. It has to be. I never seen those colors in anyone's house. It's like common's blue, yellow, red, and green. Like Post-it yellow. You know exactly what yellow I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So99Cm1JyQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/fPaMYA2prJA/s1600-h/IMG_6667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So99Cm1JyQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/fPaMYA2prJA/s400/IMG_6667.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372650364212988162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-1658037569501552407?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/1658037569501552407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/commons-colors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1658037569501552407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1658037569501552407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/commons-colors.html' title='Common&apos;s Colors'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So99DGfswpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UUsNMeSD19o/s72-c/IMG_6666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5516823366189552595</id><published>2009-08-21T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:34:34.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car repair'/><title type='text'>Don't Leave Money in the Car</title><content type='html'>I always tend to spend my money on my future. Shirts, canvases, gas. There's always those times that hit you out of no where though. That's why I ended up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So98lqfVczI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mHF9d-b1zJs/s1600-h/IMG_6657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So98lqfVczI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mHF9d-b1zJs/s400/IMG_6657.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372649866979013426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My car didn't want to go in reverse anymore. I have no idea why, but it fits in with these other cars that don't seem to go in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So98lGeiKYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zASbel1lGR4/s1600-h/IMG_6654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So98lGeiKYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zASbel1lGR4/s400/IMG_6654.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372649857311975810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They still do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So98k4nObxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/AINqyhBchKk/s1600-h/IMG_6656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So98k4nObxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/AINqyhBchKk/s400/IMG_6656.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372649853590335250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing I learned, don't leave money in the car. Lucky the mechanic was a friend of the family and told me. I tried to put it in a safe place so only I know where it is. In case of emergencies you know? I hid it so good that I forgot I left it there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5516823366189552595?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5516823366189552595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/dont-leave-money-in-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5516823366189552595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5516823366189552595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/dont-leave-money-in-car.html' title='Don&apos;t Leave Money in the Car'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So98lqfVczI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mHF9d-b1zJs/s72-c/IMG_6657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-1561612749254275424</id><published>2009-08-21T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:46:54.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>I like to experiment when I'm printing, when I do anything really. It's the only way you can learn something new. Here's what I got. Nothing serious. Just for fun. These colors don't work well together though. I guess that's what happens when you throw things together. It's like how I cook. Looks good so I'll throw it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So97o-4KJzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/bNdrZUVzgPU/s1600-h/IMG_6650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So97o-4KJzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/bNdrZUVzgPU/s400/IMG_6650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372648824479819570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My shirts took up more space than I thought. mrtigerrr for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So97ohXPrPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Y3KIJS9orGw/s1600-h/IMG_6643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So97ohXPrPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Y3KIJS9orGw/s400/IMG_6643.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372648816557141234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For keeping the bed warm too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So97oJgd1MI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3q89nvh70eI/s1600-h/IMG_6646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So97oJgd1MI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3q89nvh70eI/s400/IMG_6646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372648810153366722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well that's design one finished up. Store up very, very soon. I need to get some shots in so the shirt looks all pretty and what not. After that, it's good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So97nu5M6DI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3k0t4RAsD4o/s1600-h/IMG_6651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So97nu5M6DI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3k0t4RAsD4o/s400/IMG_6651.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372648803009357874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-1561612749254275424?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/1561612749254275424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/long-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1561612749254275424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1561612749254275424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/So97o-4KJzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/bNdrZUVzgPU/s72-c/IMG_6650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-6051318511692201291</id><published>2009-08-17T01:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:24:01.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tigerSUPER?</title><content type='html'>I need a store name. I been thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mrtigerrr&lt;/span&gt; is just to hard for some people to remember. For some reason not that much people know it's three "R's". So I was thinking of something more easy to remember. I talked to my significant other, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tida&lt;/span&gt;, about it. She works at Mr. You Express. First thing out of her mouth was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TidaExpress&lt;/span&gt;. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TigerExpress&lt;/span&gt;. It don't like it as much though. Besides, she goes "Ten dollars please because I copyright that." That's her answer to everything. Here's a bunch of others she thought of, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TigerFat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tigerlolli&lt;/span&gt;, Don't vote for the lion, Vote for Tiger, and probably the one I liked out of all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TigerPop&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure she was thinking about food for this one too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a little something from the local video store, Video Super. They fixed it to Super Video though. I really liked the super after the word so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tigerSUPER&lt;/span&gt;. It sounds catchy like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TigerPop&lt;/span&gt;, except I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tigerSUPER&lt;/span&gt; has more behind it. It shows culture, especially the one where I'm from. Broken English. Local mom and pop shops. The more important meaning is that it flips the whole English system. It doesn't let the surrounding society decide what it needs to be, it lets culture decide. It has conflict between what is considered proper and improper. I feel this is probably what most kids in my circumstance feel like. You learn how to do things the right way, but sometimes you just got to figure it out on your own and "wing it." Sometimes conflict isn't good, but sometimes it's the best thing. So I think I'm going to settle on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tigerSUPER&lt;/span&gt;. So now you can say "Hey, did you check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tigerSUPER&lt;/span&gt; store?" It sounds like Tiger's Superstore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to play a little on Asian markets as well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I guess I wanted to capture the local mom and pop shop feel, where everything is so personal. At the same time, give it a fresh urban, corny feel. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. If you think, "Hey, Tiger just somehow pulled that whole thing out of his butt." Does Super Tiger sound better? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's it. No pictures. My photo editing software is on the "fritz" so I can't really do anything. Please comment on what you think about the name. Be honest. I really don't mind. Even leave your own suggestions if you like. It would mean so much to me. Beside, tigerSUPER isn't official yet. I haven't decided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't leave you guys with something so dull though. I been watch "Whose Line?" on U&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;outube&lt;/span&gt; lately. I love that show. Here's a clip to hopefully keep you laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I finally printing my shirts. I have at least one in every color, black, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;maroon&lt;/span&gt;, and teal. Sadly, I only have one shirt in some sizes. New design, I'm going to release it on the day I open the store, but it's going to be a pre-order, because I have no blank shirts in stock. That's it offically it. I really appreciate the support. Thank you for taking your time and reading all the way to this point. Have a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Go3gQVhYOCs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Go3gQVhYOCs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-6051318511692201291?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/6051318511692201291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/tigersuper.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6051318511692201291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6051318511692201291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/tigersuper.html' title='tigerSUPER?'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-6498021920067327341</id><published>2009-08-15T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:07:47.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanes beefy tee discount etsy store opening new shirts'/><title type='text'>The Day in Short, Plus Not so Short</title><content type='html'>Tida came over today with juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ3H4yqNLI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0CXa_BSYdoc/s1600-h/IMG_6630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ3H4yqNLI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0CXa_BSYdoc/s400/IMG_6630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370110583073551538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and pop chips for me. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ3HbDiMlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Qrlqs1_mU-w/s1600-h/IMG_6631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ3HbDiMlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Qrlqs1_mU-w/s400/IMG_6631.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370110575091266130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom's noodles sold out in stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ3G9sRjYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eeeZk4jL2xU/s1600-h/IMG_6634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ3G9sRjYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eeeZk4jL2xU/s400/IMG_6634.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370110567209078146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new batch or shirts finally came in. They are Hanes Beefy tee. I found out they are ring spun which means it's softer. It is also thicker so it last longer. That means you can wear it to sleep, to excercise, to study, to the cafeteria where it will end up smelling like pizza. It should still last. That is if you didn't do anything too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ3Gqm_QDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/x6FwgwAWXzI/s1600-h/IMG_6635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ3Gqm_QDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/x6FwgwAWXzI/s400/IMG_6635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370110562086633522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to start printing tomorrow. That means I'm going to have my store up soon. I'm pushing for late August or early September. I'm not going to have much in stock, so you should act quick. Prices. Discount for those who catch the annoucement early on in my blog. I really appreciate the support. Here is what I figure though, I been letting a few shirts leak for $15 to my early on supporters. I was going to extend that $15 as my discounted price, but considering the shipping, it would just set it to $20. To somehow show you guys I appreciate you reading, it will be $15 with FREE SHIPPING, or for marketing purposes, $10 + shipping and handling. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ3GC2qOrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/euOSgpyI9OU/s1600-h/IMG_6636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ3GC2qOrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/euOSgpyI9OU/s400/IMG_6636.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370110551414946482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's the least I do. Thank you very very much. Oh yeah, on the day I release, I'll have the old design out with some new color ways, maroon on white, and black on white. Plus, a new design. Something more in my usual style with the pen work.&lt;div&gt;If you need a little refresh of what the old design looks like. Here's the &lt;a href="http://mrtigerrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/sneak-peek.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it isn't too much, can you shoot me an e-mail at realmrtigerrr@gmail.com if you're interest in buying a shirt? It at least gives me a general idea of how much I need to make. Include a size too please. Thank you very much. Please remember it's a guy shirt too. I don't have any girl shirts in stock. Please don't blame me. Think of it like this. Would you let your boyfriend pick out clothes for you? haha. That's it. I'm trying to share my art with the world. I hope you help me share it and I hope it somehow helps you. I will admit that I don't know how it will help you, but I really hope it somehow does. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-6498021920067327341?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/6498021920067327341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/day-in-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6498021920067327341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6498021920067327341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/day-in-short.html' title='The Day in Short, Plus Not so Short'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ3H4yqNLI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0CXa_BSYdoc/s72-c/IMG_6630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5216184234937944978</id><published>2009-08-15T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:56:53.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De-bombing Dry Denim</title><content type='html'>I had stickers on my laptop. They were getting old and I decided it was best to take them off. I ususally like everything "bombed" with stickers, but when the whole thing isn't completely bomb, it doesn't look as nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ2Yb6c1uI/AAAAAAAAATs/Y968XHZckFY/s1600-h/IMG_6625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ2Yb6c1uI/AAAAAAAAATs/Y968XHZckFY/s400/IMG_6625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370109767867750114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it looks kind of boring. A old retro kind of boring. I find it somewhat attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ2XxKqeCI/AAAAAAAAATk/FMCKoiay4Sg/s1600-h/IMG_6626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ2XxKqeCI/AAAAAAAAATk/FMCKoiay4Sg/s400/IMG_6626.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370109756393027618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You ever seen dry denim? The point is to wear it for a long time without washing, then wash it so it fades in the right parts. Doesn't this sticker look like that? That rectangle can be the pocket where you always put your wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ2XdHrvEI/AAAAAAAAATc/RhBYcGZftcg/s1600-h/IMG_6628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ2XdHrvEI/AAAAAAAAATc/RhBYcGZftcg/s400/IMG_6628.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370109751011818562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5216184234937944978?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5216184234937944978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/de-bombing-dry-denim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5216184234937944978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5216184234937944978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/de-bombing-dry-denim.html' title='De-bombing Dry Denim'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZ2Yb6c1uI/AAAAAAAAATs/Y968XHZckFY/s72-c/IMG_6625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-1581625330379577321</id><published>2009-08-15T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:46:06.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Car Heroes</title><content type='html'>Remember that &lt;a href="http://mrtigerrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-took-autoshop.html"&gt;broken mirror&lt;/a&gt;? Well today was the day to fix that and all the other problems wrong with my car. We went to this place first. My car doesn't go in reverse sometimes. Not all the time, but sometimes. It just happens that the day I take it in, it works. Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZz_P67pnI/AAAAAAAAATU/zsd44NRICns/s1600-h/IMG_6622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZz_P67pnI/AAAAAAAAATU/zsd44NRICns/s400/IMG_6622.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370107136128558706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So they couldn't figure it out because it was working fine. Besides that, I like the whole inside set up. The roof was impressive enough for me to share it with you guys. See those strips of wood? Each one is one really long piece of 2 x 4. I was like "Man, you can build boats with stuff like that." Too bad it's the Inland Empire, where it's way too hot to have a ocean around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZz-9Pd6_I/AAAAAAAAATM/NiOyxW3JvVM/s1600-h/IMG_6624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZz-9Pd6_I/AAAAAAAAATM/NiOyxW3JvVM/s400/IMG_6624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370107131114417138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-1581625330379577321?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/1581625330379577321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/super-car-heroes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1581625330379577321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1581625330379577321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/super-car-heroes.html' title='Super Car Heroes'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoZz_P67pnI/AAAAAAAAATU/zsd44NRICns/s72-c/IMG_6622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-675884354845779721</id><published>2009-08-12T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:59:52.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='background music guitar'/><title type='text'>I play guitar too. Learning anyways.</title><content type='html'>I'm well aware I need new background music for my videos. My brother has a mic. He's working on his music career and I'm working on my art career. It's funny how we both didn't turn out the way our parents wanted us to. haha. Since I decided to make my own background music, I been practicing on my guitar more. I found a new purpose for it. My fingers weren't working well so I bought some picks. I didn't know what I was doing so I called up my friend Joey. He said Tortex, Dunlop, Red. That simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpl0UNhbI/AAAAAAAAATE/D3zH-O6Wv10/s1600-h/IMG_6558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpl0UNhbI/AAAAAAAAATE/D3zH-O6Wv10/s400/IMG_6558.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368969804198544818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is where I first used the song. It's by my friend Joey. It took really long. We were hungry. Finals due. Nevertheless, we somehow pull it out of thin air and finished it. This piece is still one of my favorites. I know it doesn't get that much views because the video still is some simple and boring. Those who actually take the time and watch always seem to be touch not by "wow's" or anything crazy. They like the simple realness of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvbLNax7A2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvbLNax7A2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-675884354845779721?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/675884354845779721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/i-play-guitar-too-learning-anyways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/675884354845779721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/675884354845779721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/i-play-guitar-too-learning-anyways.html' title='I play guitar too. Learning anyways.'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpl0UNhbI/AAAAAAAAATE/D3zH-O6Wv10/s72-c/IMG_6558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-4943006818318501449</id><published>2009-08-12T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:21:52.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday. I guess it's time to play tennis. Guess who came with their mrtigerrr shirt? She only wore it because she knew I wasn't going to. I have to wash it. Lucky. I took a million pictures of her because I need a model for my shirts. The&lt;a href="http://mrtigerrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/sneak-peek.html"&gt; cardboard guy&lt;/a&gt; I made isn't going to cut it for all my photos. He just can't stand on his own anymore. She wasn't any better when she doesn't want to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpNOk8fOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AAzKSh_ZC9U/s1600-h/IMG_6567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpNOk8fOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AAzKSh_ZC9U/s400/IMG_6567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368969381751323874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wore the same shoes today. Grey chucks. So if I wore that shirt like I always do, we would be twins. She doesn't like that though so she called me ahead of time to make sure I wasn't wearing that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpMc-NZQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/znwOkl9rFFE/s1600-h/IMG_6612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpMc-NZQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/znwOkl9rFFE/s400/IMG_6612.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368969368435516674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Will playing with no shoes. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpMAZyFgI/AAAAAAAAASs/b6zVCEv36Aw/s1600-h/IMG_6570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpMAZyFgI/AAAAAAAAASs/b6zVCEv36Aw/s400/IMG_6570.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368969360766539266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Ray. He will be leaving for Humboldt this Friday. Good luck out there. He and Kenny, his partner beat Tida and I. We were winning, but I guess we stop caring and lost. Our interest only last for 3 points so next time, we play to 3 instead of 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpLip6i1I/AAAAAAAAASk/kYOAWphniAU/s1600-h/IMG_6606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpLip6i1I/AAAAAAAAASk/kYOAWphniAU/s400/IMG_6606.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368969352781138770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/AzNGrLSuKi"&gt;Sandy&lt;/a&gt; let me eat her funnel cake because it was soggy. I didn't mind. It's like pancakes with too much syrup. When I'm hungry, I'm hungry. Hey, I'm a starving artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpK7l0lpI/AAAAAAAAASc/zlhRYYZVD5Y/s1600-h/IMG_6618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpK7l0lpI/AAAAAAAAASc/zlhRYYZVD5Y/s400/IMG_6618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368969342294988434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-4943006818318501449?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/4943006818318501449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/typical-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4943006818318501449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4943006818318501449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/typical-tuesday.html' title='Typical Tuesday'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoJpNOk8fOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AAzKSh_ZC9U/s72-c/IMG_6567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5135739376483114899</id><published>2009-08-11T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:00:22.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mrtigerrr grandmas like wrestling'/><title type='text'>Grandmas Like Wrestling</title><content type='html'>I stopped with the experimenting on this piece. I went straight to what I know with what I learned when I went exploring in other styles. I hope you like it. I went out on a limb again and try to "open up" on this piece. I know most people can't speak their native tongue. Especially when there is no one to talk to with. So I guess you kind of lose it. When that happens, I guess you lose communication with a few people. Mostly the older ones who don't speak English. I hope this makes people know they are not alone and find some comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoEjhzl4bHI/AAAAAAAAASM/P-x1HCSHmp0/s1600-h/IMG_6540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoEjhzl4bHI/AAAAAAAAASM/P-x1HCSHmp0/s400/IMG_6540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368611294494092402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the video of me explaining everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/joD3KgSSIYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/joD3KgSSIYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5135739376483114899?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5135739376483114899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/grandmas-like-wrestling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5135739376483114899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5135739376483114899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/grandmas-like-wrestling.html' title='Grandmas Like Wrestling'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoEjhzl4bHI/AAAAAAAAASM/P-x1HCSHmp0/s72-c/IMG_6540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5796170020279241351</id><published>2009-08-10T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:51:04.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Me Proud</title><content type='html'>I been blogging about my mom lately. I can't help it. She's doing her thing. Very inspiring. It makes me get off my butt everyday. Now she is selling her noodles at two local supermarkets. Crazy. I just helped make the labels. She said now I'm going to hire you part time to go sell for me. haha. It's like me hiring my cousin to sell shirts for me. What a coincidence. I wanted to hire my mom though. It's one of my goals. That, and help out the rest of the family too. Make them proud of me. But she, and the rest of the family might beat me to it too. haha. Makes me proud. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoENHpje3TI/AAAAAAAAASE/BSezh6Ng9YI/s1600-h/IMG_6553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoENHpje3TI/AAAAAAAAASE/BSezh6Ng9YI/s400/IMG_6553.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368586655867264306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5796170020279241351?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5796170020279241351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/i-been-blogging-about-my-mom-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5796170020279241351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5796170020279241351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/i-been-blogging-about-my-mom-lately.html' title='Make Me Proud'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoENHpje3TI/AAAAAAAAASE/BSezh6Ng9YI/s72-c/IMG_6553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-9206019539223696254</id><published>2009-08-10T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:19:32.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little kid paintings'/><title type='text'>Got to Love It</title><content type='html'>My little cousin painted me this. So thoughtful. I'm going to hang it on my wall. It took me a while to figure out what it says. It's like trying to figure out what graffiti says, except it isn't graffiti. It's what little kids do though. I can't speak "little kid" that well, but here is what I figured. "Good Luck, Be Safe, Have Fun" I don't know what it says on the left though. Either way, it's going on my wall. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoD-fc55fRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VV6MeC_hKa0/s1600-h/IMG_6535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoD-fc55fRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VV6MeC_hKa0/s400/IMG_6535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368570572114066706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-9206019539223696254?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/9206019539223696254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/got-to-love-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/9206019539223696254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/9206019539223696254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/got-to-love-it.html' title='Got to Love It'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SoD-fc55fRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VV6MeC_hKa0/s72-c/IMG_6535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-6060612395959052757</id><published>2009-08-09T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:14:45.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Best Thing in the Airport</title><content type='html'>I went to the airport today and came back with the next best thing to the actual person you're picking up, a handful of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brochures. They all seem to catch my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-_b73bPEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wEwYRKAjBzA/s1600-h/IMG_6519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-_b73bPEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wEwYRKAjBzA/s400/IMG_6519.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368219767496457282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-_bujbzOI/AAAAAAAAARs/tNTabt5tuPc/s1600-h/IMG_6520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-_bujbzOI/AAAAAAAAARs/tNTabt5tuPc/s400/IMG_6520.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368219763922947298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why wouldn't this catch my eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-92aq2XHI/AAAAAAAAARk/wuBK4GeUX90/s1600-h/IMG_6521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-92aq2XHI/AAAAAAAAARk/wuBK4GeUX90/s400/IMG_6521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368218023418551410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skydiving anyone? I guess this is what you want to do after you get off a plane. You want to get back on one and jump off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-91zNvr5I/AAAAAAAAARc/ubn0I8exdCs/s1600-h/IMG_6522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-91zNvr5I/AAAAAAAAARc/ubn0I8exdCs/s400/IMG_6522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368218012827496338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember Sea World. My dad videotaped the trip with his really big old video camera. I guess I turned out like him because I videotape everything too. No real reason. Just in case something happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-91qc7saI/AAAAAAAAARU/VHIXCCkSjj8/s1600-h/IMG_6525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-91qc7saI/AAAAAAAAARU/VHIXCCkSjj8/s400/IMG_6525.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368218010475278754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't know they had brochures for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-91NmpHAI/AAAAAAAAARM/MdKu85qtF0U/s1600-h/IMG_6529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-91NmpHAI/AAAAAAAAARM/MdKu85qtF0U/s400/IMG_6529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368218002731375618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember going there and riding the teacups until I got dizzy. That's how I found out I'm not a rollercoaster person. I get dizzy too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-905LUUAI/AAAAAAAAARE/p7GxH13Sq_M/s1600-h/IMG_6531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-905LUUAI/AAAAAAAAARE/p7GxH13Sq_M/s400/IMG_6531.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368217997248057346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-6060612395959052757?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/6060612395959052757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/next-best-thing-in-airport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6060612395959052757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6060612395959052757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/next-best-thing-in-airport.html' title='Next Best Thing in the Airport'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-_b73bPEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wEwYRKAjBzA/s72-c/IMG_6519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5492064086629635838</id><published>2009-08-09T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:33:23.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Camera and I</title><content type='html'>My mom is on her "grind" again. This time it was dropping noodles off at the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-8iNglQ5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nta_Fz_TiIw/s1600-h/IMG_6516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-8iNglQ5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nta_Fz_TiIw/s400/IMG_6516.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368216576776815506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I wait for her, I took some lovely pictures to pass the time. I didn't know that these stencils existed. I almost thought some guy did it for some art piece. Something like Banksy. That's what art classes do to you. It makes you think everything in the world is art, which it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-8hp0hG5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KzPfLD7xpD8/s1600-h/IMG_6507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-8hp0hG5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KzPfLD7xpD8/s400/IMG_6507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368216567196752786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still don't see the purpose of these wood chips. I remember they had these in playgrounds. I always saw it kind of dangerous. Imagine jumping off the swing and landing on this. Of course, you don't make the landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-8hQfd1OI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kbhx20Z5arU/s1600-h/IMG_6509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-8hQfd1OI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kbhx20Z5arU/s400/IMG_6509.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368216560397571298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see it? They only painted the front of the cement brick. I almost missed it at first until I got curious on why the cement block was white. I took three pictures of this trying to get a good shot. However, it's hard to make cement blocks look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-8gzKtGxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/K0pvC0b-SNY/s1600-h/IMG_6512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-8gzKtGxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/K0pvC0b-SNY/s400/IMG_6512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368216552525863698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot where you get these things. Matter of fact, I don't remember the last time I ate a Lemonhead, or an Applehead while I'm at it. It's been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-8gv544yI/AAAAAAAAAQc/FMCs4vEOdvY/s1600-h/IMG_6514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-8gv544yI/AAAAAAAAAQc/FMCs4vEOdvY/s400/IMG_6514.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368216551650026274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5492064086629635838?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5492064086629635838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/me-and-my-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5492064086629635838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5492064086629635838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/me-and-my-camera.html' title='My Camera and I'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-8iNglQ5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nta_Fz_TiIw/s72-c/IMG_6516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-8182374655398408404</id><published>2009-08-09T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:20:06.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia?</title><content type='html'>I had candy for my late night snack. No wonder I couldn't go to sleep.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-7bXdRt3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/WebeF-Ui0Xc/s1600-h/IMG_6498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-7bXdRt3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/WebeF-Ui0Xc/s400/IMG_6498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368215359676594034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-7aw9P7hI/AAAAAAAAAQM/o0HD-YsQNxk/s1600-h/IMG_6499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-7aw9P7hI/AAAAAAAAAQM/o0HD-YsQNxk/s400/IMG_6499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368215349341711890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-8182374655398408404?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/8182374655398408404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8182374655398408404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8182374655398408404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia?'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn-7bXdRt3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/WebeF-Ui0Xc/s72-c/IMG_6498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-7840343476225874453</id><published>2009-08-08T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:00:12.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noodles apartments mom'/><title type='text'>I Got it from my Mama?</title><content type='html'>Here is where my mom lived when she first came to the United States. To come from these apartments to where we live now is quite a "come up". Not a really big "come up", but one indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5SdkksswI/AAAAAAAAAP4/pzrfZRg-tA8/s1600-h/IMG_6464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5SdkksswI/AAAAAAAAAP4/pzrfZRg-tA8/s400/IMG_6464.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367818473859494658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reason we were here, my mom had to drop off her noodles to a customer. He is a hustler. Yes she is. It's been a while since she was selling noodles, but now you can see the fruits of her labor. And the rest of the family's too. She wakes up everyone just to help out. She is a very hard worker indeed. Even though she is like most parents telling me to become a doctor, her actions give me hope that this art thing might work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5Sdf2XY_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/bfP37kqC1es/s1600-h/IMG_6465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5Sdf2XY_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/bfP37kqC1es/s400/IMG_6465.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367818472591418354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; though. My mom use to work at this silk screening place. She made the designs. My dad did the printing. Then my mom became a seamstress. She sews things. Without knowing it, I somehow fallen in the same path they did. I design, silk screen, and sew. Now I'm just trying to step it up from where they left off. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-7840343476225874453?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/7840343476225874453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/i-got-it-from-my-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7840343476225874453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7840343476225874453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/i-got-it-from-my-mama.html' title='I Got it from my Mama?'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5SdkksswI/AAAAAAAAAP4/pzrfZRg-tA8/s72-c/IMG_6464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-4540021278462953978</id><published>2009-08-08T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:50:35.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays. Again.</title><content type='html'>Another little cousin's birthday. Like always, there was my favorite, juice. Even if it was my favorite, I liked water more today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5SLsS1GkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4RkmiW8ZH-g/s1600-h/IMG_6470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5SLsS1GkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4RkmiW8ZH-g/s400/IMG_6470.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367818166694386242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food alert. Here's my usual food pictures. Spring rolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5SKyhjP0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/La1xnkJBRUg/s1600-h/IMG_6472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5SKyhjP0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/La1xnkJBRUg/s400/IMG_6472.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367818151186874178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright let me break this one down. Far left, egg roll. I overheard the ladies saying something about frying it when it is still frozen and the "shell" breaks. It could be the other way around though. I was focused on my food. Next to the egg roll is some coconut desert. Then angel chicken. I think that is what it is called. You take the bones out and stuff it with meat. So it is some kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hybrid&lt;/span&gt; chicken pig cow thing. Next is some pork thing. Lastly, is some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shrimp&lt;/span&gt; thing. I obviously don't know the names. I just know how it taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5SKsYSuJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0TfAipFMDDo/s1600-h/IMG_6474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5SKsYSuJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0TfAipFMDDo/s400/IMG_6474.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367818149537429650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watermelon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5R8mPeG3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YAD9oRo9rbc/s1600-h/IMG_6475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5R8mPeG3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YAD9oRo9rbc/s400/IMG_6475.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817907371645810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is la pinata. Little kids are so much more stronger than they seem. It might be the stick they were holding, but they sure pack quite a swing. Some had little kid swings though. They're little kids so you can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5R8ZK08uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ynz2wdNXPGo/s1600-h/IMG_6476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5R8ZK08uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ynz2wdNXPGo/s400/IMG_6476.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817903862510306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Uncle Gary. His plan was to blow a huge balloon and pop it when the kids grab the candy. Why? Because it's what uncles do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5R8E8lkhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oQ_iC3-9_pA/s1600-h/IMG_6477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5R8E8lkhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oQ_iC3-9_pA/s400/IMG_6477.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817898434073106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cookies and Cream Ice Cream Cake hits the spot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5R71k_68I/AAAAAAAAAO4/MKqtrLfM5N4/s1600-h/IMG_6492.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5R71k_68I/AAAAAAAAAO4/MKqtrLfM5N4/s400/IMG_6492.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817894308604866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5R7ZUNAUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bGMjnZ7ta8o/s1600-h/IMG_6493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5R7ZUNAUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bGMjnZ7ta8o/s400/IMG_6493.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817886721966402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-4540021278462953978?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/4540021278462953978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/birthdays-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4540021278462953978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4540021278462953978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/birthdays-again.html' title='Birthdays. Again.'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5SLsS1GkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4RkmiW8ZH-g/s72-c/IMG_6470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-7785118052573609626</id><published>2009-08-08T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:01:19.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homesick san bernardino leaving for college home'/><title type='text'>Homesick?</title><content type='html'>I know it's always that time in the summer where those high school graduates become college freshmen. I remember when that happened. It was a complete change in everything. I mean everything. Some didn't leave home, but I was one of those kids that did. So I guess change was inevitable. The first couple days are hard. I got homesick. Yes. Homesick for the ghetto. haha. Sounds crazy, but until you get back, you won't know how good home feels. So for those guys leaving, I thought I grab a few pictures for you so you at least get a little piece of home.&lt;div&gt;Remember Taco Tuesdays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RiBgWYwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Khq7q08O9vA/s1600-h/IMG_6443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RiBgWYwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Khq7q08O9vA/s400/IMG_6443.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817450833732354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You will miss how much cheaper gas is even though it is still expensive. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RhtZtdHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/N_E0cqZpM-8/s1600-h/IMG_6446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RhtZtdHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/N_E0cqZpM-8/s400/IMG_6446.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817445437174898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You will miss the Stater Bros.? There is no close one to my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RgmsQ4PI/AAAAAAAAAOY/hmOcpZdcpDQ/s1600-h/IMG_6448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RgmsQ4PI/AAAAAAAAAOY/hmOcpZdcpDQ/s400/IMG_6448.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817426456076530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You will miss how people think any set of rims make their car look "good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5Re0igkOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rLZO2vjOZvY/s1600-h/IMG_6450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5Re0igkOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rLZO2vjOZvY/s400/IMG_6450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817395813519586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the guy pushing the shopping cart gives you some odd comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RJtSFmFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MjiAoD_li9E/s1600-h/IMG_6455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RJtSFmFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MjiAoD_li9E/s400/IMG_6455.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817033088342098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or how the side of the freeways look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RJUluzkI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7v9C1tJ4MFo/s1600-h/IMG_6460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RJUluzkI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7v9C1tJ4MFo/s400/IMG_6460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817026459848258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or how graffiti is the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RI8gWPbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/20OOus5S9TI/s1600-h/IMG_6461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RI8gWPbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/20OOus5S9TI/s400/IMG_6461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817019994815922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or how orange groves are on the side of the road. I'm sure you guys wanted to stop and pick oranges too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RIXvzrWI/AAAAAAAAANw/FIV84PvmESs/s1600-h/IMG_6467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RIXvzrWI/AAAAAAAAANw/FIV84PvmESs/s400/IMG_6467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817010127547746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RILBe0rI/AAAAAAAAANo/IsG7ULnrhRI/s1600-h/IMG_6466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RILBe0rI/AAAAAAAAANo/IsG7ULnrhRI/s400/IMG_6466.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817006712017586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well good luck out there. For those of you staying home as well. College is kind of tough, but it's managable. It's probably not as bad as you think though. Don't worry about your major. It's okay if you don't know what to do with your life at 18. Don't forget to buy a parking permit, or say hi to a parking ticket. Don't stress about papers. There will be plenty more where those came from. 1am is an early bedtime. You will get sick of cafeteria food. Buy some bottled water and soap too. That's it. Enjoy college. After that, it's just work, work, work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-7785118052573609626?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/7785118052573609626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/homesick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7785118052573609626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/7785118052573609626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/homesick.html' title='Homesick?'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5RiBgWYwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Khq7q08O9vA/s72-c/IMG_6443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5988372991392185738</id><published>2009-08-08T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:48:30.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Took Autoshop</title><content type='html'>Just when you think nothing can go wrong, my car mirror somehow comes loose. I looked at it closely and common sense tells me a screw is loose. However, common sense doesn't tell me that the screw would be so hard to screw. So I'll leave it for another day. Most likely the day I have to drive somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QhJATl6I/AAAAAAAAANg/z9jQ_HLduCc/s1600-h/IMG_6432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QhJATl6I/AAAAAAAAANg/z9jQ_HLduCc/s400/IMG_6432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367816336155318178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5988372991392185738?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5988372991392185738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-took-autoshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5988372991392185738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5988372991392185738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-took-autoshop.html' title='I Wish I Took Autoshop'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QhJATl6I/AAAAAAAAANg/z9jQ_HLduCc/s72-c/IMG_6432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-9079682196697824496</id><published>2009-08-08T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:54:20.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma</title><content type='html'>It's a painting of my grandma. My white ran out so I had to work from the little white paint I had. All that color was mixed in the same cup. I started off with white and yellow and kept adding colors. Then I realized I needed to go back to yellow and white because I missed a spot. Lesson learned. Don't miss spots. If you do, fill it in with whatever color is in the cup. Yes. No one will notice. Expect a video of this out either tomorrow or Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QQwKULqI/AAAAAAAAANY/eXxBCZ0pPf0/s1600-h/IMG_6384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QQwKULqI/AAAAAAAAANY/eXxBCZ0pPf0/s400/IMG_6384.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367816054608506530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-9079682196697824496?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/9079682196697824496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/my-grandma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/9079682196697824496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/9079682196697824496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/my-grandma.html' title='My Grandma'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QQwKULqI/AAAAAAAAANY/eXxBCZ0pPf0/s72-c/IMG_6384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5163025585517289245</id><published>2009-08-08T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:53:07.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Real World</title><content type='html'>Bloo Boi did it! He graduated. Now welcome to the real world. You are going to have to worry about things you may not have before, like buying toothpaste. I'm sure if his dance career is anything like my art career, gas prices always empty your pocket and warm bottled water is your best friend. There is also the occasional "What am I doing with my life?" kind of days. Keep going. Keep faith. Lots of it. It somehow works for me. Here's some photos for memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QF4sm-WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GCZhSoZxTXQ/s1600-h/IMG_6356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QF4sm-WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GCZhSoZxTXQ/s400/IMG_6356.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367815867921267042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QFqwN7FI/AAAAAAAAANI/Vj0YJXUnXZA/s1600-h/IMG_6363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QFqwN7FI/AAAAAAAAANI/Vj0YJXUnXZA/s400/IMG_6363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367815864178306130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QFBSsJbI/AAAAAAAAANA/0QigZO12ldA/s1600-h/IMG_6366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QFBSsJbI/AAAAAAAAANA/0QigZO12ldA/s400/IMG_6366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367815853048604082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5163025585517289245?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5163025585517289245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/welcome-to-real-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5163025585517289245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5163025585517289245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/welcome-to-real-world.html' title='Welcome to the Real World'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sn5QF4sm-WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GCZhSoZxTXQ/s72-c/IMG_6356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2973876206912569162</id><published>2009-08-05T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:27:46.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.</title><content type='html'>I do apologize for the lack of post. Don't worry though, I come to realized that I get a few regulars on the blog. As a treat for those people, I'm going to sell my shirts cheaper for you guys. How so? Well, when I finally get my store up, I'll post a blog first. When I finally decide to push it out all the way with Facebook, Myspace, etc., I'll put the regular price up. So thank you for reading. I'm glad you somehow find my life interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2973876206912569162?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2973876206912569162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2973876206912569162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2973876206912569162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/thanks.html' title='Thanks.'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-856255646860064659</id><published>2009-08-05T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:00:48.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy nerdy turtle painting'/><title type='text'>Sexy Nerd</title><content type='html'>Here is Mr. Turtle in all his glory. High school yearbook pose and everything. Doesn't he look spiffy? It is suppose to represent all those that aren' t highlighted in what you see everyday. You don't see any hero nerds do you? Well here is a sexy nerd. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnorWBinjMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Lvq7d-9rbnc/s1600-h/IMG_6338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnorWBinjMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Lvq7d-9rbnc/s400/IMG_6338.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366649563336117442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JfldCLiN__E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JfldCLiN__E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-856255646860064659?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/856255646860064659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/sexy-nerd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/856255646860064659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/856255646860064659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/sexy-nerd.html' title='Sexy Nerd'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnorWBinjMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Lvq7d-9rbnc/s72-c/IMG_6338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-6761252090747961312</id><published>2009-08-04T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:21:26.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Found Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I found this old books in my house. These were my influences during those young, crucial years of my life. I loved reading this book. It was always so easy, so I chose to read it during silent reading times. However, it was too easy and I always finished ahead of time. So I end up on the pages you flip back and forth to make some type of animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniG_f3CQqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IZcMr-420HA/s1600-h/IMG_6347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniG_f3CQqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IZcMr-420HA/s400/IMG_6347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366187381454160546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book always had some wierd funny stories in it. To start off, the school was built sideways. Instead of having one story with thirty something classrooms, it was thirty something stories high with a classroom on each floor. It's that kind of wierd funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniG_FEYltI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qh96jRtQFJo/s1600-h/IMG_6348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniG_FEYltI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qh96jRtQFJo/s400/IMG_6348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366187374262392530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw the pen work in this book and gasp. It looked just like my work. Except that the lines were more "clean". Mine is more quick and rough. Something graffiti like, where time is crucial so you rush to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniG-jLTT2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/D41MyYDHlrA/s1600-h/IMG_6349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniG-jLTT2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/D41MyYDHlrA/s400/IMG_6349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366187365164601186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this book and remembered these were the authors for stinky cheese man. I had to find that book in my house, but I couldn't. That was one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniG-WqrWEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/RIpYCD9TVTE/s1600-h/IMG_6350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniG-WqrWEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/RIpYCD9TVTE/s400/IMG_6350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366187361806538818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a lot of books, but I ended up throwing most of them away. Before I did that a long time ago, I kept these on a shelf because I couldn't let them go. Now a couple years later, I found some new inspiration. Yes sir. And from books too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-6761252090747961312?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/6761252090747961312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/new-found-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6761252090747961312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6761252090747961312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/new-found-inspiration.html' title='New Found Inspiration'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniG_f3CQqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IZcMr-420HA/s72-c/IMG_6347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-6251897507404088713</id><published>2009-08-04T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:59:10.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot cardboard man guy'/><title type='text'>Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to finalize things. I'm not even close and school is about to start. No worries though. I'll just continue it, just slower. Since I don't have any models, I made my own out of cardboard. He couldn't stand after a while so I had to retire the fellow. Before he finally collapsed on me, I got a few shots in. I will just wait until school starts to get some real models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniGXa_j7JI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Kfp6r0Ca0rE/s1600-h/IMG_6317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniGXa_j7JI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Kfp6r0Ca0rE/s400/IMG_6317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366186692952976530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniGXJ_iQuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1OjEpDwjB8Q/s1600-h/IMG_6326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniGXJ_iQuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1OjEpDwjB8Q/s400/IMG_6326.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366186688389464802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-6251897507404088713?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/6251897507404088713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/sneak-peek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6251897507404088713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/6251897507404088713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/sneak-peek.html' title='Photoshoot'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SniGXa_j7JI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Kfp6r0Ca0rE/s72-c/IMG_6317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-4942243853021910946</id><published>2009-08-02T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:10:11.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like discounted items</title><content type='html'>As I was walking through the aisle of Ross, I found this frog. There are some funny things in that place. If you can't find a place in your store, it fits in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZrXXLANWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/lNBtNgA00cc/s1600-h/IMG_6303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZrXXLANWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/lNBtNgA00cc/s400/IMG_6303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365594055159854434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To prove my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZrXEdxIeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9AgIYQJbsEg/s1600-h/IMG_6305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZrXEdxIeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9AgIYQJbsEg/s400/IMG_6305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365594050138284514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something not even related, but I like the flower pattern. Reminds me of the print on all the spoons in my house. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZrWz3jROI/AAAAAAAAALw/GKPzdipNRMc/s1600-h/IMG_6306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZrWz3jROI/AAAAAAAAALw/GKPzdipNRMc/s400/IMG_6306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365594045683025122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;****:Look at this cup with no handles.&lt;div&gt;Me: It's called a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZrWhwB4LI/AAAAAAAAALo/L-DLajeXx1o/s1600-h/IMG_6307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZrWhwB4LI/AAAAAAAAALo/L-DLajeXx1o/s400/IMG_6307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365594040819638450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-4942243853021910946?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/4942243853021910946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/i-like-discounted-items.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4942243853021910946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4942243853021910946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/i-like-discounted-items.html' title='I like discounted items'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZrXXLANWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/lNBtNgA00cc/s72-c/IMG_6303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-216439721067222859</id><published>2009-08-02T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:43:10.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why I went, but I went with my mom to my aunt's house. I figure it would be a long drive so I brought my guitar. I still can't play a song yet. I only know four chords and I just play some type of variation of those. It still sounds bad, but it's progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZawqrkqjI/AAAAAAAAALg/6AkQ8JUMnxA/s1600-h/IMG_6283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZawqrkqjI/AAAAAAAAALg/6AkQ8JUMnxA/s400/IMG_6283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365575798195792434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to drink water. It's pure, refreshing, and invigorating. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZawX1WFAI/AAAAAAAAALY/BAD4svuD0ns/s1600-h/IMG_6285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZawX1WFAI/AAAAAAAAALY/BAD4svuD0ns/s400/IMG_6285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365575793136505858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went with my aunt to go look at houses. This one has a four car garage. It's practically another house. I remember my uncle said something about wanting a three car garage and when he said this, he was speechless. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZawHRzbVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RdYo3s_1C80/s1600-h/IMG_6292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZawHRzbVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RdYo3s_1C80/s400/IMG_6292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365575788692467026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like these cracks in the ground. It may sound silly, but they were the closest thing to home for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZawAv5E2I/AAAAAAAAALI/3XPtaPj43Kg/s1600-h/IMG_6298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZawAv5E2I/AAAAAAAAALI/3XPtaPj43Kg/s400/IMG_6298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365575786939618146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-216439721067222859?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/216439721067222859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/house-hunting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/216439721067222859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/216439721067222859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/08/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SnZawqrkqjI/AAAAAAAAALg/6AkQ8JUMnxA/s72-c/IMG_6283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2882103854110814858</id><published>2009-07-28T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:00:35.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquarium of the pacific'/><title type='text'>A Trip to the Aquarium</title><content type='html'>Instead of posting a bunch of photos, I decided to do something a little different. I made a video blog of the day. Pictures can only say so much. Well hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/96c6oOIohys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/96c6oOIohys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2882103854110814858?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2882103854110814858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/trip-to-aquarium.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2882103854110814858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2882103854110814858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/trip-to-aquarium.html' title='A Trip to the Aquarium'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5734489857565613051</id><published>2009-07-28T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:38:52.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Our Way to the Fishies</title><content type='html'>I wanted to see the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the big tank so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I took a trip over to the Aquarium of the Pacific. Since I have a lot of pictures, I decided to break it down into a couple of post. The first is going to be the trip over there. Well starting off, we stopped by at the donut shop for something to fill us up. I use to go there with my brother and my dad around 6AM when we had to go out for something. Like those days, I got a ham and cheese plus I could barely stay awake. I haven't woke up at 7 in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nMcg5tjI/AAAAAAAAALA/c4IIaH9EudU/s1600-h/IMG_6024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nMcg5tjI/AAAAAAAAALA/c4IIaH9EudU/s400/IMG_6024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363408038499300914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got a maple. I don't know what else to call it. This is her usual order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nMPCRbsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sI5TI7bErNM/s1600-h/IMG_6030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nMPCRbsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sI5TI7bErNM/s400/IMG_6030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363408034881171138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To help wash it all down, water and juice. You can mind the soda can. It's been there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nBJxgNvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/IDRwZcRXLCE/s1600-h/IMG_6027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nBJxgNvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/IDRwZcRXLCE/s400/IMG_6027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363407844490098418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had my camera while I drove and there seems to be a trend with her pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nA-iMXQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4JRwikL0UU0/s1600-h/IMG_6032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nA-iMXQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4JRwikL0UU0/s400/IMG_6032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363407841473092866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nA3TGKVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aL5acdh3WNI/s1600-h/IMG_6033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nA3TGKVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aL5acdh3WNI/s400/IMG_6033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363407839530723666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you haven't figured it out yet, she even took a picture of the word. Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nAu8yoeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0-Qn9mMooI0/s1600-h/IMG_6034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nAu8yoeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0-Qn9mMooI0/s400/IMG_6034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363407837289685474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the hour or so driving, we made it. My bottom was sore because I haven't drove that long in a while. I should have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stretched&lt;/span&gt; or something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nAfMqqxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JXne0nwWUdQ/s1600-h/IMG_6038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nAfMqqxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JXne0nwWUdQ/s400/IMG_6038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363407833061305106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5734489857565613051?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5734489857565613051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/on-our-way-to-fishies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5734489857565613051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5734489857565613051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/on-our-way-to-fishies.html' title='On Our Way to the Fishies'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6nMcg5tjI/AAAAAAAAALA/c4IIaH9EudU/s72-c/IMG_6024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-1974758045227196093</id><published>2009-07-27T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:04:11.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Night</title><content type='html'>As always, here is the late night snack pictures. These were leftovers from my little cousin's birthday party. A rib and a shimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6hYv0o-iI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pi4KHSrAoVk/s1600-h/IMG_6009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6hYv0o-iI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pi4KHSrAoVk/s400/IMG_6009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363401652771027490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually had some pho too. Doesn't this picture look like it's something out of a menu from the local pho place? I'm trying to eat a little healthy so taking baby steps, I put some green stuff in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6hYQfENNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5wbQYcujhvY/s1600-h/IMG_6013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6hYQfENNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5wbQYcujhvY/s400/IMG_6013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363401644359038162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-1974758045227196093?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/1974758045227196093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/typical-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1974758045227196093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/1974758045227196093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/typical-night.html' title='Typical Night'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Sm6hYv0o-iI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pi4KHSrAoVk/s72-c/IMG_6009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-2604712493705650107</id><published>2009-07-26T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:20:48.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids</title><content type='html'>I think my mom ran over something. I think it was that black thing stuck on that car. It was stuck on it's front end for a while. My mom couldn't stop laughing. It was that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweT2VnT3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CRmvHm3sRqE/s1600-h/IMG_5969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweT2VnT3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CRmvHm3sRqE/s400/IMG_5969.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362694582643937138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is the same car from Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist. Ever since I saw the ugly thing I wanted it. I think it's the yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweTn4q2sI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zeJljpzNWUE/s1600-h/IMG_5973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweTn4q2sI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zeJljpzNWUE/s400/IMG_5973.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362694578764438210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now to the point of the driving. It was my little cousin's birthday. It's always one of their birthdays. The first thing I did when I got there was eat. Watermelons, my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweIEFOyBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lkA7sLBCYtI/s1600-h/IMG_5976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweIEFOyBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lkA7sLBCYtI/s400/IMG_5976.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362694380174886930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juice, my second favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweH3P9nPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yY87e5uEy40/s1600-h/IMG_5979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweH3P9nPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yY87e5uEy40/s400/IMG_5979.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362694376730238194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was too hot for anyone to go outside. I opened the glass door anyways and to my surprise, it smelled like dirt. It really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweHm6xT6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ORjHbaxeH5g/s1600-h/IMG_5981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweHm6xT6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ORjHbaxeH5g/s400/IMG_5981.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362694372346384290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember I had this same Goku toy when I was little. I don't know how these kids were able to get it, but it sure brings back memories. Heck, I still watch Dragonball Z because I have nothing better to do during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweHavrwWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6kIc5uxqBao/s1600-h/IMG_5983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweHavrwWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6kIc5uxqBao/s400/IMG_5983.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362694369078657378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is their closet. Why did you take a picture of their closet Tiger? Well this closet is an average closet except the people aren't average. The kids are like 2ft tall. How will they be able to reach their clothes? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweHAwTMsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dYgelB5dCg4/s1600-h/IMG_5984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweHAwTMsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dYgelB5dCg4/s400/IMG_5984.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362694362101920450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I overheard the bread was good and had to try for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwdF0rQ1bI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AKZri4nlZVQ/s1600-h/IMG_5985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwdF0rQ1bI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AKZri4nlZVQ/s400/IMG_5985.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362693242168071602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know it's fresh when you can poke a hole in it. It was just bread, but the most delicious piece of bread I ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwdFomrz2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/l_-FVUXaUwg/s1600-h/IMG_5986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwdFomrz2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/l_-FVUXaUwg/s400/IMG_5986.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362693238927642466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so good that I had to go back for seconds. The older crowd was laughing because I went back just for bread. It was worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwdFSHedEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZMQc2DmFC1A/s1600-h/IMG_5987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwdFSHedEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZMQc2DmFC1A/s400/IMG_5987.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362693232891163714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Bambi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwdFC82WaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9CN-PqH8j9I/s1600-h/IMG_5992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwdFC82WaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9CN-PqH8j9I/s400/IMG_5992.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362693228820060578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are her legs. She looks like a sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwdE2G8chI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VYpNCjYQPdA/s1600-h/IMG_5993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwdE2G8chI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VYpNCjYQPdA/s400/IMG_5993.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362693225372742162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the plastic cover on the table. I found it wierd that a cover had that kind of texture. I was the only person who seemed to noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Smwb46OhnoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2JDvOcgwZD4/s1600-h/IMG_5996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Smwb46OhnoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2JDvOcgwZD4/s400/IMG_5996.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362691920808222338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it was a trip to the PS3 where I played Little Big Planet. I'm the polkadot one on the bottom left corner. It was only run and jump, but there were so many more things that make running and jumping seem like the hardest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Smwb4lJH0XI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OSDKBnPR7b8/s1600-h/IMG_5998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Smwb4lJH0XI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OSDKBnPR7b8/s400/IMG_5998.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362691915148415346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It happens every time a pinata breaks. The kids go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Smwb4dn1cBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/owxK-K6Mask/s1600-h/IMG_6002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Smwb4dn1cBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/owxK-K6Mask/s400/IMG_6002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362691913129750546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I had a collection like this. I only have one guitar and I forgot her name. I think it started with a p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Smwb4JiUEXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RgEy_hxc99Y/s1600-h/IMG_6004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Smwb4JiUEXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RgEy_hxc99Y/s400/IMG_6004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362691907737882994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a white chocolate chip, banana, strawberry, red velet, ice cream cake from Coldstones. The four-year-old birthday girl picked it out herself. It was a little hard for me to believe too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Smwb34V9xNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dEw6TU_XvZo/s1600-h/IMG_6007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/Smwb34V9xNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dEw6TU_XvZo/s400/IMG_6007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362691903122687186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-2604712493705650107?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/2604712493705650107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2604712493705650107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/2604712493705650107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/kids.html' title='The Kids'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmweT2VnT3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CRmvHm3sRqE/s72-c/IMG_5969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-5906650752981070781</id><published>2009-07-26T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:27:14.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>I really want a shirt like this. It's ironic because I never did when I was little. This is too small to fit me now. It still gives me an idea though. I like nostalgic things. It brings comfort so if I make something that came out of this, it might be comfort to someone else. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwaxZmd2GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u8Kxor6PLsg/s1600-h/IMG_5953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwaxZmd2GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u8Kxor6PLsg/s400/IMG_5953.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362690692279556194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking about comfort, here is discomfort. This place has too many spiders. I figure I just live with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwaxAp3_HI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dTR_dO6GyvE/s1600-h/IMG_5962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwaxAp3_HI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dTR_dO6GyvE/s400/IMG_5962.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362690685582965874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-5906650752981070781?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/5906650752981070781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/comfort-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5906650752981070781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/5906650752981070781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/comfort-food.html' title='Comfort Food'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwaxZmd2GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u8Kxor6PLsg/s72-c/IMG_5953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-4283663658875918837</id><published>2009-07-26T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:34:18.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Lessons</title><content type='html'>My mom's car died. It has been sitting around too long. This meant it was time to charge the car battery. Now I only charged my car battery a few times and forgot which clamps go to which. As you can see, the metal things aren't red and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwZ3awyZ7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3lCpaVBx9r0/s1600-h/IMG_5942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwZ3awyZ7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3lCpaVBx9r0/s400/IMG_5942.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362689696158869426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I just took a guess on where these would go. I didn't turn off the charger. I didn't think I would have to and BOOM. Sparks came off. Now I know for sure that something went wrong. I looked it up and Youtube but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwZ2-UvYfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6hEyedW9H-Y/s1600-h/IMG_5943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwZ2-UvYfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6hEyedW9H-Y/s400/IMG_5943.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362689688525038066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my mom figured it out by the time I was done. She used the same logic as me and clamped it on. haha. It just somehow worked for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwZ2se0vlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IJF_OCsTd8o/s1600-h/IMG_5944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwZ2se0vlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IJF_OCsTd8o/s400/IMG_5944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362689683735494226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-4283663658875918837?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/4283663658875918837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/lifes-little-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4283663658875918837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/4283663658875918837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/lifes-little-lessons.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Lessons'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwZ3awyZ7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3lCpaVBx9r0/s72-c/IMG_5942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244604371051144713.post-8095584422530022696</id><published>2009-07-26T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:24:04.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That was Fast</title><content type='html'>My shipping envelopes finally came. They are special because they have bubble wrap inside. I was talking to this person named Steppie about shipping. She ships her stuff out and I was wondering how to do so. These are the same ones she uses. Here is her &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5245012"&gt;store&lt;/a&gt;. It's has some pretty neat stuff. Well back to the point. You know what these envelopes mean? It means I'm a step closer to finishing up my online store. I would say a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwZSkrTOfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZxQJ9P_HW2Y/s1600-h/IMG_5941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwZSkrTOfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZxQJ9P_HW2Y/s400/IMG_5941.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362689063165049330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244604371051144713-8095584422530022696?l=www.mrtigerrr.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/feeds/8095584422530022696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/that-was-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8095584422530022696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244604371051144713/posts/default/8095584422530022696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mrtigerrr.com/2009/07/that-was-fast.html' title='That was Fast'/><author><name>mrtigerrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588644131270958722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_td9aMoZj4LA/SmwZSkrTOfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZxQJ9P_HW2Y/s72-c/IMG_5941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
