Summer Session is OVER

(Dead Zone everywhere you go)

Shit, it felt like forever. Actually, not really.
When spring semester ended, I had no idea that I would take a summer session. But as I found out that my friends were in their respective schools taking summer courses or filling up their calendars with busy jobs, I decided to take two classes myself. Why not raise my GPA? So, at first I DREADED it. Who would want to come to Syracuse during the summer… It’s not even fun when everyone is here so how terrible would it be if the campus was empty. But I fought through it like a fucken champ and now I’m going back and I’m going to LIVE LIFE. Plus, I’m expecting whopping A’s from both classes so everything is in it’s place as of now.

Anyway, the first few weeks were hell. Basically, my schedule was wake up at 11AM, take a shower, go to class, come back at 6PM, eat, do homework, and fall asleep to the Office or some korean show. I got used to it the last three weeks, but the first few were so painful. I would be on my bed, constantly frustrated. Everything would piss me off. I sometimes even looked for stuff to get mad at. Thus, my close friends and girlfriend must have had a difficult time talking to me on the phone. I got into so many fights with them…Sorry. In the beginning, I thought I would have no friends because I was not really close with anyone. Actually, I relied on Sam Song but he was busier than Kanye West before making an album. I barely saw him because he had to study so much. But as time progressed, I got closer with friends like Tom, YooJin, Jennifer, and Cliff. Thanks to ya’ll, I survived. It was even borderline FUN at times =). I remember our epic bowling night, weekly movie sessions, talking until 5AM when Gina came, Rummikub (I don’t know how to spell it) matches, etc. I think I have solidified a few relationships this summer; I’m looking forward to next year! Good luck to the people who have to do Summer Session 2. More fun people are coming so it should be fine. I’ll send you guys a care package because I know how much it will excite you. =)

Well bitchessssssss, I’m going back tomorrrrrrrrow! OhDeezy is back!!! Let’s get lunch, dinner, or dessert. Look for me in the city every Friday because I will be there! Imma cop the new Xbox 360 slim and play the shit out of my new games that I have not even opened. I’m going to meet up with old friends and hang out. I’m going to watch Toy Story 3 and Despicable Me. I am going to meet with my baby every time I get the chance. I’m going to take my mother and sister to the city and show them around. I’m going to get my drivers license. I’m going to take tennis lessons. But first up, on July 6, is LADY GAGA AT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN FRONT ROW FLOOR SEATS BITCHES! Who else you know got a hand on those? Huh?

July 6th Lady Gaga "Monster Ball, Revamped" at MSG

Threshold of Pain

Some dreams strike fear and inflict pain on us while it happens, but they also give us meaningful messages to think about when we wake up. In a way, it prepares us.

Last night I had a dream and I was in a beautiful garden. If I had to picture heaven, it would look something like the garden I was in. It was such a wonderful place, but I was all alone and felt sad…I was sitting on a white marble bench and I really wanted to listen to music. I needed to. I happened to have some sort of music player and the same headphones that I currently possess: Klipsch Image S4 Earphones (the best in ear headphones ever). When I was about to put the earphones into my ear, I realized that the ear cushions were missing and some wires were popping out. The wires were colorful. I sensed that it may be dangerous to put the earphones on but I still did. Then it happened. I pressed play and I got electrocuted; electrical charges flowed into my ears and my brain got messed up. I think I became what doctors label as “Mentally Challenged.” All I did was try to listen to what I love most, but it got me good.

I think this dream was really cool because I do experience this everyday in tiny increments. Every time I listen to music, it changes my brain. It makes me believe stuff that may never happen, creates scenarios, makes me sad for no reason, etc. If I am exposed to enough of this, maybe it can be harsh to my mentality…

If you think about it, music is a drug. It eases your mind when you are stressed, helps you through certain tasks, makes you happier, and places you in another world. Be thankful that it is legal. Also, in my opinion, music can also become a form of torture. Don’t you think that listening to extremely loud music for a long period time would really hurt? What if the frequencies are so high that it starts to make your ears bleed and you run around holding your ears in pain? I believe one of the worst deaths is being tied to a chair, blindfolded with headphones on playing “Threshold of Pain” music. I learned about Threshold of Pain in my studio recording class and it is when the frequencies are so high that a human being would go insane. Crazy huh? There is also the Threshold of Hearing which is the quietest minimal sound a human being can hear. This is irrelevant but how peaceful would that experience be? My professor, a Grammy nominee, told me he was once in the quietest cave in the world and he heard his heart beat against his shirt. Priceless.

It is an interesting thought that something so beautiful can kill, like all other things….

Couple Enrichment

Hello World! Hey! How ya doing!?
Today is Thanksgiving! Happy Turkey Day! I want to thank all my Native American chiefs and the Pilgrims for giving us such a wonderful holiday. I hope everyone stuffs their mouths with a lot of turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry, corn, etc. Mmmmmmm Yum! Well, since today is such a blissful day, I will enter your minds’ with a jubilant post.

Every school has that one class that every single student takes during one of their semesters because it is extremely easy and exciting. For Syracuse University, it is Human Sexuality. Once a week, you attend a lecture and the professor either puts up slides of body parts or brings in homosexual/transsexual speakers. The class is thrilling because we always see something that we have never seen before. Two weeks ago, the professor put up photographs of extremely hairy vagina’s and funky penises. Those pictures had me cringing in my seat like a Kindergartner looking at body parts for the first time! The class used to use the same exam every year so everyone would get an automatic A. However, they finally decided to change it but it is still quite easy. Finally, for a large portion of the grade, every student must either write an essay, attend a discussion every week, or attend six couple enrichment sessions if the student possesses a girlfriend/boyfriend. So what do you think I did? Hell yea babyyyyy. I do have a girlfriend. ;]

Let me take a quick moment to introduce her. Michelle Jeon loves to eat; she often brags that she can devour up to six plates of food at the dining hall. She also loves to take pictures and has an extraordinary talent in which she can look exactly the same in every single photograph. She is a very passionate girl who works fairly hard at what she wants (except weight loss) and is a girl of many thoughts. She is different from what she appears as and I’m glad that I saw it. And um… I can go into detail about all the other important traits and qualities of her but that’s only for me to know =).  Also, I was just kidding; she really is not fat at all. She is very good at being a girlfriend and should minor in it!

So here are the adventures of our couple enrichment sessions. We were able to shrink six sessions into four by making each one longer. You are lucky I am sharing!

Session 1:

Honestly, I was scared. Michelle was too. We had heard many rumors that couples would often break up because of these sessions. So with this terrified mindset, we both walked into our first session. The first day was slow. The activities were not very fun and Michelle refused to talk because she was nervous… Therefore, we had to rely on my smooth mouth. We had two counselors, Monica and Natasha: We were Monica’s last couple while also being Natasha’s first couple! So anyway, our first activity was a questionnaire. Michelle and I had to sit in a tiny room and answer questions about our relationship while the counselors waited outside; we had to circle a number from one to ten (Disagree-Agree) on questions like “Will you and your partner get married?” Sounds boring huh? It kind of was. We then proceeded to ‘Emotional Jenga’, which was a little bit more fun. Basically, it is the same as regular Jenga but under some of the blocks are adjectives that we would have to connect with our love life. So for example, if the word was “jealous,” whoever pulled it out would have to tell the significant other of a time when he/she was jealous in the relationship. What went on during the game will stay enclosed. It is a life between us two and it should stay like that. Don’t you think? But I did tell her that I will keep her safe forever when I pulled out “Safety.” Hehe.

Session 2:

This day was probably my favorite. By the way, we were in a larger room! Also, Michelle started to talk because she was now comfortable so it made our experience better. So when we walked in and settled down, the counselors whipped out a sandbox filled with sand. Then they also opened up three closets overflowing with toys. Our assignment was to use the toys to describe our relationship in the present, in the future, and how we view family. So we brainstormed together and built what was on our minds on the sandbox. The counselors took a picture of each situation but we liked the “Our relationship in the present” model the best so the counselors printed out a picture of that for us. Even though it is a bit embarrasing to say with my own mouth, I think the whole process was very cute; we tried really hard while giggling to closely translate whatever was in our brain to the sandbox. Our end product was this picture:

Michelle chose the treasure chest to portray that she treasures our relationship. She also decided that two little dogs would represent us and put us on a bridge to resemble that we will always be able to come together no matter the situation. I told her I should be a lion but she would not listen…She also picked two clay models, one with open arms and another crying, to say that we would always welcome each other with open arms at times of difficulty. I truly appreciated everything she did on that sandbox =). The first thing I did was place a snake and two devils under the bridge. From this, I tried to say that we would be able to be together even if there are obstacles. Then I placed a globe and made two soldiers point their guns at it. This means that we would be able to fight the world together and whatever it throws at us. The fire displays our love which will always be burning. The two empty books means that we will both write and live a beautiful story with each other. (It was really cute when Michelle placed just one book later on for the “Our relationship in the future” model and said that our life stories will become one). The open shell facing up means that we will always open up to each other without hesitation. On the other hand, the Spongebob hints that we will also be a joking couple in order to have fun at times. Finally, the genie means that I will try and fulfill all her wishes. Honestly speaking, when else would 19 year old college students play on a sandbox with toys? However, it was a very bonding activity and I hope others can experience it. I came to the conclusion that corny exercises help a lot in relationship building. Plus, if you are with the person you appreciate, everything should be fun.

Session 3:

We started off by drawing our family trees. This activity was good because we learned a lot about each others families. Obviously. One thing that I can tell you guys is that her family does not own a pet. On the other hand guys, I hope all you readers know about Yodi! Anyway, while I was figuring out my family tree, I realized that I did not know many names and ages of people in my family. But please forgive me, my mother has eight siblings. Somehow, I finished it and it was pretty accurate. As you can see, mine (top) is far more complicated than her family tree.

The activity that came after was probably the most meaningful activity out of everything. The counselors gave us blank white papers and told us to decorate a border. After we had borders, they told us to write each other a compliment. I told her that her smile brightens up my day and that all my stress goes away for a moment, and more. We then had to make another border and had to write each other a secret. I told her about a time in my life when I completely changed from a shy boy who had no friends to a confident young adult doing everything right. A story that may seem cliche, but how music saved my life (I will probably write about this in a future entry). It is a point in my life that not many know about, not even my parents. Anyway, with these two activities finished, we were dismissed. While walking out, Michelle and I told each other how happy these sessions make us; we would always walk out extremely joyful every time.

Session 4 (Last):

The last session =(. Although these sessions take up precious free time every Tuesday, I was really sad that it was soon ending. I liked it because I had fun but also because I knew that it made Michelle happy. Anyway, Michelle was in a bad mood this day; she felt sick and was feeling down because coffee sometimes does that to her. And to make everything better, one of the counselors (the fun and experienced one) was late. So we were stuck with an inexperience counselor working by herself which made it a bit boring. Our first activity was to draw a flower and write inside the pedals things that have changed within our relationship because of the sessions and what we should still fix. During this activity, Michelle was being very difficult: she sat down and did not do anything. LOL. Since I am such a nice guy and since I knew she was not feeling well, I did the whole activity by myself and acted as if nothing was wrong in front of the counselors. I made it seem like Michelle was contributing so that the counselors would not suspect anything.

After much hard work, we started the second activity. It was a game to find out how well we know each other. So for example, when the counselor said “favorite food” we would write our own answer on the bottom and what we thought the other person’s favorite food was on top. If you got it right, you would get a point. Another question was “What would you miss the most if you guys were long distance?” We both put “Everything.” You know what it is. Finally, when all the questions were asked, Michelle had more points than me and I had to give her a prize. She wanted me to make her dinner so I will have to do this once in the near future.

I am so glad I got a chance to attend these sessions. It was an opportunity in which Michelle and I were able to grow as a couple. We were able to look into what may happen in the future, how we could become a better couple, and learn stuff about each other that we did not know of. I really recommend couple enrichment to every couple, especially if you go to Syracuse University. I thank our counselors for leading us and hsowing us a great time. I asked them “Why did we have so much fun when other couples say it was intense and often break up?” They responded “We went easy on you. We sensed that you guy are really healthy and had no problems to bring up. You deserved to have a great time.” Michelle and I bought them chocolate and handed them a card each. They told us we were the first to ever do that. We ended our last session with a group hug. <3

Bottom: Monica
Top: Natasha, Michelle, Me

Can’t Practice Life

“When I say something, please just listen,
if I don’t get what I need, I’ll be gone in an instant.
You have it all wrong, we will not always glisten,
Happiness is our peak, we can only grow distant.

The things I’ve given you have been too high of a price,
and until this very moment, I have never thought twice.
I will give you many chances, to avoid any strife,
but soon your effort will not be enough, I can’t practice life.”

-Dennis Oh



The End is Near

Okay seriously, I’m mad scared of 2012. Apparently, the Mayans predicted everything correctly so far! According to 전다영, the Mayans stated that on September 11, 2001, “Twins will Die.” So scaryyyyyyy. It would be pretty cool to be the last set of people alive on this pitiful planet. But I don’t think I’m ready.

Anyway, here is “The End is Near.” It is not about 2012. It is about how it would be nice to leave this place IF I can end up in another planet that has better assets. I don’t want to die. I’m not that emo. (Isn’t it cool that if you add an “L” to emo, emo becomes elmo, the happiest shit alive!)

Oh yea, and I used auto tune on the singing part a little. I’m not a singer, I’m allowed to do it. As long as it is not turned on while I’m rapping. The sad thing is the chorus still sounds like shit. Maybe I can get a talented earthling to sing it for me.

Song:

Download: http://www.zshare.net/audio/6867526032674834/

Dennis Oh- The End is Near
Eminem- No Apologies Instrumental

“Ayo my first name is no name, and last is anonymous,
and I’m a bit strange cuz my life’s been autonomous.
Whatever I believe I keep it inside of me,
or maybe make my thoughts rhyme and turn it into mp3.

What’s the point of exposing my self to the world?
when I share my beliefs, they assume my minds twirled.
Why do people always have to compose a reputation?
posing, always gotta be an imitation.

Follow God’s creation, you fake shit,
the only person you’re pleasing is another fake shit.
Patience, just be real and you’ll find satisfaction,
but until then, you’re just a distraction.

Not a single person to trust, this world is disgusting,
I don’t even want to try adjusting.
Friends utilize for their benefit,
and when I ask for help, they fucken throw a fit.

I tell them something that I never told nobody,
then they run around and tell the whole planet in a hurry.
The human population’s number one hobby,
Gossip, talking behind somebody’s body.

Pitiful, first thing is people gotta change,
and the we can pray for the world to rearrange.
I practice what I preach which is why I do music,
I stay true through what I enjoy, it’s that basic.

[Chorus] This is all wrong, I don’t think I belong here,
I’ve been waiting for years for this tear on my face to disappear.
Everything you people hear, to me it’s not clear,
I really hoping that my end is coming near.   x 4

Look to my left, and then I look to my right,
and what do I see left? I see nothing right.
I see nothing bright, I sense nothing polite,
The only time I find the light, is when I sleep at night.

And then I look to my back, and then I look up front,
and guess whos back? another hypocrite putting up a front.
another gossip girl unable to confront,
another hopeless man relies on a blunt.

I put on my headphones
harmony melodic flow send shivers to my bones,
ideas/emotions thought and delivered in tones,
rhythmic beats similar to the feet of the Flinstones.

Music is my love, more beautiful than a female,
a secondary language blessed with detail,
abuse/overuse it, music never seems to get stale,
the reason why I utilize it like the blind use Braille.

No matter how much I consume it? I never get obese,
Openly press resume and play without a press release,
I bop my head to the tempo, I am my own police,
I feel free, but then again I am society’s chess piece.

-OhDeezy

Constructive Criticism

My most recent summer was uneventful: I did not have a job, did not intern, and did not travel. But it was actually very memorable.

The world cannot stress it enough but it really is important to place yourself in a circle of friends in which you totally feel comfortable. I happen to have a Brotherhood back home that I really cherish. Everywhere I go, I brag about this group even though they are all far from perfect; I really thank God or whoever else that arranged my life for placing this group of mammals into my life. Anyway, I was able to have an unforgettable summer because I was around these hooligans.

From past experience, I have found a great way to check whether you really are blessed with friends that you trust and feel comfortable with: No matter what kinds of problems you have and whether you decide to tell your friends about them or not, if you are able to genuinely smile and have fun with them through it all- you are set. Countless times, I relied on my Brotherhood when I was feeling down. This is probably why some of them crowned me as the most approachable friend and the one who is “always there.” I abuse them. One of them also once said that I was the only one that maintained a rather close and positive relationship with everyone within the camaraderie. They have no idea how proud and happy I was to hear that. Also, if I am not mistaken, my pussy-ass-self was the only one in the Brotherhood to shed tears so far (See how comfortable I am with ya’ll). So…I am sorry to say but if you don’t have one of these friendships, you are missing out on about 50% of what a ‘Good Life’ should be. It is a very desirable thing in our world because loneliness and depression are the two most painful feelings next to the Seppuku.

Now to get to the point, one summer night, we all randomly went to a shady handball court and sat down with some beers. After trying to figure out why we were there for a couple of minutes, we decided to have a constructive criticism session. It was probably the most deep and productive thing we as a group ever accomplished. By the end of the night, it became very emotional: bringing up negative traits, yelling, etc. Oh, and the Sapporo and Coors helped us out big time. Anyway, I will not mention what I said about others and what went on about the others because I am not a gossiper like you. However, I will share what they said about me. They had two things to say. I knew it was coming.

1. “You are the only one in our group who doesn’t tell us shit. There are so many times when we just want to know what the hell is going on in your life but you just brush it off by saying something light and not saying what is really up. You don’t give an effort to keep us updated about your life. We tell you shit, but you don’t really return. Also, why do we have to hear your relationship with girls from someone else all the time.”
I knew this one was coming and I for sure knew they were going to bring up the girl situation. Although I tried fixing this, I honestly think I will not be able to change much in this aspect. I strongly prefer keeping my thoughts and problems to myself. It may seem like I do not trust them but it really is not. I was a lonely child and had an independent lifestyle ever since my early school years so I have gotten too used to it. Let me just say, half the time, my parents too have no idea. But for the girl situation I must apologize. I really should be introducing my girlfriend to them when I have one. I do not really know how to explain it but I must have gotten really carried away with the “just us two, boy and girl” concept. However, from now on, my girlfriend will become their sister and they will become her brothers.

1. “You treat different people differently. You only act nice and take time out to get to know people only when you feel that you can receive something from them.”
Ummmm….why would I want to befriend someone who will not provide me with anything. What they said is true but I really did not know that they noticed that. I believe I am nice to everyone. It is not like I am cold to certain people but it is indeed true that I take time out to get to know people who can possibly help me out. But don’t look at me differently now. I don’t try harder with people who can give me money and power. Maybe a little but I try harder with people who I believe can give me everlasting friendship. I don’t just friend any random guy on the block. It is actually really hard to become my best friend. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever get another best friend. I have a couple and they are set in stone and there is no more room. But, I do try harder with people who I think would advance my reputation. Do you not? If not, you must really be heaven sent. When it comes to love, I choose someone who would give me love back. Simple as that. However, if something does go wrong, we are not going to be friends. It just is not possible. We would have to completely leave each other’s lives. This is why life is scary and memories kill.

Keep your same gender friends close at all times because they can never break your heart and leave like an opposite sex can. They will always be there~

(Oh and these clowns are like my brothers)

Tie My Hands

Hello Earthlings!

We are sorry for being so boring and blank recently. It was because Dennis Oh was occupied with his Midterms, Spring Break, and other little things.

So, what do ya’ll do on the train/subway? People who have grown up with the MTA should know that it can be considered the second home, especially if you took it to school every morning. For Dennis, it was indeed his second home; the D train was where he slept everyday for an hour and also the very shelter where he did a lot of his thinking.

During Syracuse’s Spring Break, a lot of shit went down in three locations: Madison Square Garden, Japan, and the D train. In our very own launching pad, Madison Square Garden, the Syracuse Orangemen (basketball team) went to 6 overtimes to shit on UConn, a team that is seeded/ranked much higher than Syracuse. In Japan, Korea proved to the world why they currently have the best record in World Baseball Classic History by beating every team that stepped in their way and becoming the pool winner for the first round. In the second round, Korea lost on purpose (=]) so they would have to verse Venezuela, a team which can be easier than the United States in many aspects. Finally, on the D Train at 5:00am, Dennis did some major thinking. Dennis was coming back from NYU and was slightly, very slightly buzzed (always best for thinking/innovation). While listening to an instrumental, he thought of a simple but heart-piercing line.

“First I look to my left and then I look to my right,
and what do I see left? I see nothing right.”

and then he proceeded on and created the next 2 bars:

“Now I look to my back and then I look up front,
and guess whos back? another hypocrite putting up a front.

Dennis was not only proud of what he just wrote, but amazed at how the left/right, back/front rhyme scheme all seemed to connect. From then on, he utilized his knowledge of the world along with wordplay to compose his very own lyrics to the Tie My Hands instrumental.

The message for this remix should be self explanatory by just listening, Dennis hopes. But for dumbasses, he has left a brief summary.

“It’s about how our generation is pathetic. You look around you and it is rare to find someone decent. Everyone is basically a hypocrite.. Everyone is hopeless once they start thinking.. It’s ridiculous. The human population’s number one hobby is gossip.. Then you start to realize that there is not much you can do because you are one of them to an extent. Even if you strongly believe that you are not, sadly you are outnumbered. You are forced to function in a society that these retards created. Retards make retarded things. Ya dig? And as time flows like this, you start to enjoy being alone. Alone doesn’t mean not having any friends and not being social. It means that you know how to stay true and caress your own beliefs. It also means you know how to set aside time to think. Anyway, in conclusion, I’m trying to say that all of our hands are tied up. Who tied them? The people in power, our friends, and ourselves.”

Here is the Song:

Here is the Download:

http://www.zshare.net/audio/57344008a5e7a85f/

Here are the lyrics:

First I look to my left and then I look to my right
and what do I see left? I see nothing right
I see nothing bright, I sense nothing polite,
The only time I find delight is when I sleep at night

and now I look to my back, and then I look up front
and guess whos back? another hypocrite putting up a front
another gossip girl unable to confront,
another hopeless man relies on a blunt,

They say Uranus is too cold to live on,
and Venus is too hot to breathe on,
but this planet is too damn fake to do anything on
only if life was like clothes that I can try on. Haha.

I used to think that I was the one who couldn’t fit in
but now I know that I’m the one living with one less sin
that is, staying true to that which is within my skin
even if I can’t win, even if I can’t grin

Sometimes, all I want is to be left alone, is that against the law?
is that too hardcore?
what have I done in my life that is really that wrong?
besides taking 19 years to make this song

Everybody’s hands are tied up, and thats the truth
they don’t know how to move on, they don’t know how to produce
but the rope they used to tie my hands are loose
cuz now I see through all the juiced up excuses

-Dennis Oh

Until next time, have a great life!

Fashion!Passion!

Back in high school, I went shopping a lot. Actually, I went shopping too much. However, it was something that I had to do; I had to stay fresh like frozen Poland Spring water and I had to follow the creed that the previous fly gentlemen created. I was one of the few men who were chosen to bring the disgusting world to equilibrium with my beautiful apparel.

I probably went shopping more often than most ladies out there and because of this theory, I was often made fun of by people. But, I did not give a shit because of two reasons. Firstly, rocking glamorous clothing allowed me to be confident; I know that it made me stand out from others. I was comfortable when I was inside carefully handcrafted attire. Secondly, if I was to get made fun of, there was another courageous and intelligent soul that was always there with me. This sparkling character who assisted me on my shopping adventures was Ray ‘Leoni’ Lee.

Although we shopped at numerous neighborhoods, the area we attacked the most was New York City’s SoHo. Approximately once every week, we would take the R train to Prince Street and purchase dazzling merchandise: whatever was sitting on the shelf just waiting to get worn by us. The funny thing is, however,  out of the hundreds of stores in SoHo, we only visited a few. But without a doubt, these few stores were the most exclusive spots. Also, we seemed to follow a strict route.

If you have time to spare, and even if you don’t, check out the unique shops that we went to. If anyone ever wants a tour of SoHo, we can show you around if we have time.

(You are about to get a little sneak peak preview of the finest boutiques)

As soon as we got off the train, we would always visit Supreme first. Supreme is a powerful brand that brings together skaters, punk rock maniacs, and hip hop heads. This was the place where we purchased numerous beanies, fitted hats, and sneakers.

After Supreme, we always went to Uniqlo: a brand which originated in Japan. In my opinion, Uniqlo is a better Gap/J.Crew/H&M. This was the store where we bought a lot of our casual apparel. We also copped a couple of dress shirts here also.

After Uniqlo, the Apple Store was optional. Whenever we quickly needed to use a computer or needed to purchase an Apple product, we stopped by. The SoHo Apple store is characterized by the glass stairs located in the middle of the store.

After the Apple Store came our favorite brand, Bape. Bape, or A Bathing Ape, is a Japanese Brand created by Nigo. It is often worn by Kanye West, Teriyaki Boyz, and Pharrell Williams. With only a few stores around the world, almost all clothing produced by Bape is rare; chances are, if you own a Bape product, only a few others have it in the world unless it is FAKE SHIT. Bape loves to stay exclusive where in the beginning they made their stores hard to find on purpose. Prices are way too high but it is what it is. Oh yeah, Ape Shall Never Kill Ape!

When we finished with Bape, we moved on the Bape’s sister brand, BBC/Ice Cream. BBC/Ice Cream is a brand started by Pharrell Williams with Nigo’s supervision. Ice Cream is on the first floor and is designed like an ice cream parlor. Billionaire Boys Club is located on the second floor and is designed like outer space. The stairs that connect the two stores is a glow in the dark theme. In the stairway, there is a quote that states “Wealth is not in the pocket, it is in the mind.”

After the outer-space adventure, we went to Alife when we still had energy in our legs. Alife was a bit far away from everything else. Alife is a store that sells limited edition sneakers and clothes. This store requires a ring of a doorbell. Therefore, if the owner doesn’t want you in, tough luck.

After Alife, we went to Sunrise Mart to eat. At this Japanese Mart, we always ate Tempura Udon with a variety of hand made sushi. We were also able to purchase various products straight from Japan like hair products, skin products, food, etc. Sadly, this was always our last stop.

I have to admit, we are slowly graduating from rocking swaggerlicious and colorful hoodies to purchasing more GQ status products. However, this kind of clothing will always be a part of us. We will definitely keep a whole bunch of these fly clothes and even buy a few more when extra dope items come out because we will always be a big boy at heart.

Who else shops like us?

Until next time, have a good life!

High School~

Hello Earthlings! This is Dennis speaking.
I will personally write the next few blog posts which I will all place under the “NYC” category. Basically, I will stunt (Urban Dictionary) about how I get around in NYC. I felt that my little purple aliens would not be able to fully deliver my message this time because NYC is a topic in which only an experienced inhabitant can report on.

(Stuyvesant High School, NYC)

As some of ya’ll may know, I was fortunate enough to attend Stuyvesant High School. For those who do not know of this high school, let us refer to the Urban Dictionary:

• “A prestigous public high school in the Tribeca area of New York City requiring an entrance examination also used by Bronx Science and Brooklyn Tech, taken by over 20,000 students with the top 800 or so being accepted to Stuyvesant. Students are often characterized by drug usage, lack of sleep, nerdiness, high SAT scores, and physical dependency upon escalators.”

• “The only school in New York where almost every kid is an obnoxious, cocky asshole who has no social life, but tries to act like they’re mad gangster anyways.”

Although many of the above are true, it is obvious that these are jealous rants of less intelligent students. Also, for the record, I never did any drugs, slept like a baby every night, and rarely used the escalators because they were always broken. Anyway, I enjoyed going to a school in NYC whether or not it was an academically strong institution or not. Not many other students are given a chance to ride the famous Metropolitan Transportation Agency (MTA) to school everyday, walk across the Tribeca Bridge to enter the school everyday, and just be in the greatest city every damn day. We were ten minutes away from sites that people all over the world place on their “Must Visit Before I Die” lists: Times Square, Ground Zero, Seaport, Empire State Building, Madison Square Garden, SoHo, Statue of Liberty, Grand Central Terminal, Rockefeller Center, Central Park, musems, etc. The sad thing is however, I did not appreciate it enough while it lasted; I took it for granted. It was only when I came to this run down city called Syracuse I genuinely started to appreciate the city. For example, one of the classes I took during my senior year was Rollerblading gym. At that time, getting changed for rollerblading everyday just seemed like a hassle. But now that I look at pictures of the area where we rollerbladed, Battery Park, I frown because I didn’t acknowledge it’s beauty =(

(The Tribeca Bridge: Students has to cross this bridge every morning to enter the doors to Stuyesant High School.)

(Battery Park: The exact path where I rollerbladed during my senior year. I wish I can turn back the hands of time.)

To wrap it up, I really miss tall buildings. I miss the surroundings that I had during high school (I don’t exactly miss what went on inside Stuyvesant High School except for my Brotherhood). Even though you are five hours away, and I see you once a month, I dearly miss you New York City.

Next up, I am going to stunt about my SoHo shopping adventures.

Until next time, have a good life!

The Mystery Dimension

When we searched dream on Dictionary.com, they gave us a load of bullshit:

1. A succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep.
2. The sleeping state in which this occurs.

Then we searched dream on UrbanDictionary.com and got the truth:

1. A message that you get in your sleep that tells you if something life changing will happen to you. Many people’s dreams are so complex they can’t tell if they mean anything or not.

So according to the first source, dreams are made up of an individual’s images, thoughts, and emotions. They are formed from the events that an individual experienced beforehand. When a poor little girl misses her boyfriend in what she thinks is reality, she might dream of him returning in her dream. When a guy watches a little too much of his favorite female celebrity, he might dream of meeting her. Therefore, dreams can be pretty damn sweet because it seems that you can reunite with a love that has left you or befriend a female celebrity that does not have a single hint that you exist. However, all of the above are obvious aspects of dreaming. Most dreams are indeed spiced up reruns of people’s lives.

But…this definition that the Urban Dictionary gives is the fun part. When asked, Dennis told us that he believes that dreams are messages from a mystery dimension:

“Dreams are messages from a mystery dimension that give us hints on how to live life and what to expect. However, these messages are sometimes near impossible to figure out. Personally, I dream a lot and sometimes they are so crazy that I jot down what happened when I wake up. Throughout the week, I attempt to put together the pieces and I sometimes end up with an idea that seems to make sense. The problem is, there is no way to check if this is right but to wait until it happens in the future. Many of ya’ll may ask, how are my dreams bizarre? They are bizarre because I am in places that I never ever visited or stayed in real life. I meet people that I never met in real life. I see things that I never saw or even thought of in real life. There is just no way for my brain to create these scenarios when nothing close to it has ever even happened to me. This is why I believe it is a message from another dimension.”

When we asked Dennis for an example of one of his dreams, he was generous enough to give us two:

“In one of my dreams, I was in a cold and dark warehouse that I never ever visited in real life. In the warehouse were 3 bathroom stalls that were slightly lighted up. I guess I really had to take a shit because I walked into the stall on the far right. By the way, the warehouse was dead quiet except for that indoor parking lot sound that is always present. Anyway, as I was unloading cruise missiles, a little innocent looking yellow chick hopped along between my legs. While I was looking at this cute animal, a deep loud voice screamed at me “CRUSH IT! STEP ON IT! KILL IT!” But as I looked at this guiltless creature, I just could not do it. When I made a decision with my inner self that there was no way I can kill it, the voice spoke again. “DON’T YOUR PEOPLE CRACK OPEN EGGS EVERYDAY?!? IT’S THE SAME THING, KILL IT!” It was then when a large construction truck started to come full speed at me honking with its headlights turned on bright. Then I woke up. I asked a lot of my friends about this dream and all of them had the same answer. They all connected this dream to abortion. Can this mean I may be involved with a female’s abortion in the future?”

“Another dream started off with me being chased by bell boys in a five star hotel. As I ran, I opened a door and closed it shut and hid in a room. Little behold, this room turned out to be a circular dungeon. I quickly forgot about the bell boys probably because I all of a sudden was in a damn dungeon. I started to get a sense that I was locked in. The dungeon was made of stone bricks. Surrounding each brick was a beam of light so I knew there was light outside this dungeon. The interior of the dungeon was pretty dark, it had that dark blue dungeon feeling. Anyway, out of nowhere, a faceless man appeared and told me that the following task was something that I must pass in order to live my life. He told me that all the bricks and the lights peeping in between all the bricks were all paintings except one brick and the light surrounding that brick. To me, however, everything looked totally real. The man told me to study each brick by just looking and not touching. He said to only touch the one brick which I thought was real. The man never told me that I only had one try but I knew I only had one try. Before even studying half the bricks, I woke up. If this isn’t a message, what the hell is it? There is no damn way I can just dream of this for no reason. Can this mean that I am striving for materialistic possessions too much? (Being chased out of a five star hotel) Does this mean I am trapped and surrounded by darkness and fakes? Do I need to make a vital change in life so that I can get to the other side, the light?”

I probably sound crazy to a lot of you people but do I care? If anything, I consider myself blessed. This kind of gift is usually not given to simple minded people.

Until next time, have a good life!