About
Of all the mediocre pictures in my photography folders, I’ve decided to submit this one to the San Diego Fair for the Student Showcase.
Concept design I created for this year’s hurdles sweatshirts we always meant to get around to making. Idea credit goes to Chad for this one.
“Lazy Econ”
A lesson on the perfect competition market structure of microeconomics.
Being creative is way harder than I expected.
Just for fun
Kinda cliché but I enjoy short depth.
Simply some subtle editing for better zoning and less random mom.
Homecoming Spirit Week ‘11
Show me a girl who, in my eyes, can only be described as sheer perfection, a girl who needs no one, yet dearly appreciates the company of another, a girl whose knowledge constantly stimulates and slakes my curiosity, a girl who can keep up with my relentless sarcasm—or at least doesn’t mind it—and even knows how to tease me every once in a while.
Bring me a quirky girl who prefers acoustic music to whatever’s on the radio, a girl who prefers a button-up shirt and jeans to a tube top and mini-skirt, a girl who finds my mediocre singing to be just adorable, a girl that couldn’t live without primetime sitcoms, a girl that tears up a little with me during Disney movies and Forest Gump, a girl who’s outgoing enough to try skateboarding, video games, and exotic food, a girl who doesn’t mind dancing silly in public, a girl who could quote a couple of lines from Shakespeare or from Easy-E and could teach me a thing or two about art/photography.
Introduce me to a a girl whose modest beauty is only accentuated by a bun of hair and a pair of wide-rimmed spectacles, a girl whose eyes are as engaging as the conversations you hold with her, a girl who adds a scrunch at the nose with each of her shy smiles which seamlessly complement her long dark hair and her subtly lanky physique.
I don’t deserve such a girl, but if she were to ever want me or if she even existed, I’d fight for her and together we’d spawn something immaculate, so much so that even in our golden years, the only thing keeping the implacable fluttering “butterfly” feeling from overwhelming us would be our awareness of the reality that our time together was limited, and therefore, inexpendable.
