My shirt ain't got no stripes...

...but I can make that ______ whisssstleee.

Drake's gettin hella hype now. Let's hope he can run with it... for now, let's just enjoy the video.

The girls in this video tho... really? Havin' me behind behind this computer all breathin' hard and shit. My computer's in the living room too, so I'm definitely on my creep mode. Got me lookin' like...

Cot... damn. This is borderline BET late night, you feel me?

I ain't complaining tho. Excuse me while I go stretch. *pause*

Chain Music

Just got a new chain net.

Never had one of these before... time to test this bad boy out.

Splish splash, the basketball's takin a bath.

Brother Franklin teaches how to offer...

I went to church today.

I goto church with my family almost every Sunday when I'm back. I may not file amongst the most devout when it comes to my religion, but I always try to go with my family when I'm around.

During mass, there's an offering where the congregation can contribute cash manies to the church. This is usually a pretty tame event -- the basket gets passed around, giving an opportunity for each patron to contribute and give praise.

This is not the case when Brother Franklin comes through... check this out:

Tell me why this guy is a better dancer than Chris Brown, Ne-Yo, Usher, and Omarion combined? Dude fell back and got resurrected, word to Jesus Christ Himself. Let's not forget the front roll in front the nice lady. You know she was ready to 'offer' something else to Brother Franklin after seein that, if you smelelellelelelelelele what Arthur's cookin'.

Brother Franklin is a boss, right next to Arthur...

Never can say... goodbye..

When I was little, I would do the moonwalk for my grandma for money. It was the thing my parents had me do at parties, same with the MC Hammer. I could never do it as well as Michael -- shit, I still can't. He will go down as the true king of pop, the greatest to ever do it.

Michael Jackson, may you rest in peace.

If ya'll are not educated, click this link, unzip it, and get familiar real quick. Courtesy of Arthur.

First Cassie now LaLa?

Is this the new thing? What's up with girls gettin' cleaner shadow fades and lineups than me? Am I going to have to get that Tapion from Dragon Ball Z look just to be hip?

Alright! Lets get stuff done today!

... after I play some video games.

You may be wondering, "Arthur why don't you stop playing video games and do something else with your time?" My response?

There's 24 hours in a day. That's alot of time. Surely I can spend a couple hours or 7 playing some games. You can't tell me nothing anyway -- I'm dunzo with undergrad and just chillin' while other people are studying/taking finals. So poo poo on you because its doo doo... baby.

FUN FACT: Before Arthur was a multiple summer intern for a big airplane company, he was about to be a video game tester for a popular software company named Nintendo.

But to be honest, I don't play as much video games as I used to. Most of the time I can only stomach an hour before my mind wanders and tells me to do something else. It's just that sometimes I get the urge to unleash the beast and play for hours on end, like the other day playing Resident Evil 5.

Things to do today other than play video games:

- Try and fix the kitchen sink -- draino that ho
- Go on campus to get my soft pastels so I can work on my drawing again
- See if I need to return my micro controller to Professor Morton
- Clean my room / start packing stuff to bring home
- Sculpt the hard boulder that is my body *pause*
- Drink a gallon of wa wa
- Be a bawse

So there's the gameplan! Gotta go -- I hear the Street Fighter song playing.. INDEEESTRUCTABLE!

So the sun came up...

...and I'm still holding this damn XBOX360 controller -- stayed up all night/morning with Aron playing Resident Evil 5

Started playing at around 11PM. Before you know it, we beat the game!

It was 8AM.


When it was all said and done, the suns out and the bird's are chirping. I mean, students are walking to campus to take their Finals while I'm about to sleep on my messy bed in my messy room after playing 9+ hours of video games. I feel like an asshole. Well I don't have any finals, I guess that's fine -- it's been awhile since I had a solid video game session like this.

Last memorable time I did this was when Charles let me borrow his PS2 and Final Fantasy 10 -- I played it for 16 hours straight. Am I kewl yet?

Is this what my summer has in store for me? Am I just going to sit on my big butt and practice the Art of Stickwork and Thumbplay? Am I just going to stay in out of the sun and get my vampire on? I mean, those Twilight people are pretty popular so I guess thats cool... (not really, eff Twilight)

Nah, I won't. I have have plans now -- I start working in a little bit and I wanna be brolic and kick knowledge... so I'll tone the games down a little bit.

Only 5 hours a day now. ;]

How to fight..

...the proper way. This guy knows his stuff.

HOW TO FIGHT - watch more funny videos

"Uh ohhhhh..."

Hahahah

Is this it?

My last real day of college is tomorrow.

Really? Is this what it has come to? It's pretty crazy. Just seems like yesterday that I was in the dorms, new kid on campus, showing everybody who that dude Arthur was.

Just seems like yesterday when I was staying with Jordan, Vanessa, and Juanita in Inglewood apartments drinking Steel Reserved 211 40oz.

Just seems like yesterday when I dented that 2006 (it was 2005 at the time) BMW 3 Series with my Ford Bronco. It was parked.

Just seems like yesterday when I started doing this electrical engineering stuff.

Just seems like yesterday when I was stayin' up until light came up, hopped up on that coffee just to catch up on labwork.

It just seems like all a blur, all the people I've met, all the friends I've made, all the dumb things I've done, all the smart things I've done...

..Damn.

I feel you, Ralph...

...I definitely understand how you feel.

Twenty-two days until senior project demostrations. Much work needs to be done. This means long days building big boy toys in lab and long days keeping the 'puter, 'putin at home.

All this work will come back to me -- I just wanna be successful, word to Drake. I just need to try my hardest and see if I can get anything to show for it. I can't give up!

I'm with you, Ralph.. I'm with you.

Good music...

I go for what I know, doin' a show for human beings,
I'm guaranteed to rock -- I make the ladies scream and shout,
I'm bound to wreck your body and say 'Turn the party out'...

An often sampled verse, but I think this is the song that really pulls it off...

This that feel-good, sunny-day, eat-barbecue, eat-pie, drink-beer, boom-bap, boogie-woogie music. If you ain't know, get familiar right now! I hate to be on that elitist tip, but this is how music used to be... I still can't wrap my head around a lot of music being put out now-a-days. Don't get me wrong, I still like the new music.. but I just don't get the same feeling I get when I hear something like this.

I mean, I'll still kiss you through the phone word to Soljah Boy *pause*, but I'd definitely rock with something like this instead.

With that said, everybody in Arthur's world... rock, rock on!

Arthur wonders... Vol. Milk

Milk.

Despite a lot of asians being lactose intolerant (or just hate milk), I love milk -- milk in my cereal, milk in my protein, milk in my mouth *pause*. I'm big bonededed (or fat), and I attribute my strong bones (or pudginess) to milk! Milk's awesome! Suck it!

But the real question is... who actually figured out we can drink milk?

If you think about it, the origin of milk's kinda gross. I mean, did somebody just walk up to the four-legged animal we now know as a cow, look at the part of the body that resembles a male organ that we now as an udder, and go "Let's squeeze this and drink what comes out! Come on!"

It doesn't help that its white too... *pause*

Blame it on Animal Planet HD having a cow segment!

Why are you so filthy?

Watched the fight Saturday night at the homie Anthony's house. Thanks for having me over -- food and drank was great!

But yo, tell me why Manny is so filthy tho? He is pound for pound, the best fighter. I can't even wrap my head around it *pause*. He's definitely one of those dudes to look up to -- he came from weaving in and out of traffic selling cigarettes for a living to weaving in and out of punches beating ass for a living. How 'bout that?

I don't even care if it only lasted 2 rounds, that's my guy right there. Everybody got so amped -- it was so loud every time Hatton fell. I mean, it was well worth it to see this...

SAY GOODNIGHT!!!

New workout motivation...

I'm a pretty active guy, but I don't got shit on this guy.

I play basketball, run, lift weights... but after seeing this video, I think I need to incorporate more rocks into my regimen.

I mean, I wanna be able to chop boulders with no power, push some rocks suspended by a net, then claw the ground incessantly, strap boulders to my ankles and walk around, kick said boulders so hard that they explode into dust, jump and do flips, then stone face the camera the coldest -- on that 'you can't see me, dawg' tip.

Then at the end of the day, have wifey wipe me down with some romaine lettuce coleslaw? That's the life....

So So Def...

Sunshine's shining today.

What does this mean? It means I'ma bump that music -- on that old school. None of this 'I'ma skeet skeet skeet on your feet feet feet, it feels neat neat neat, while I do it on the street street street!'

I need something that makes you wanna dance -- that rump shaking music! I don't know how many of ya'll will remember.. but what do you know about So So Def Bass All-Stars? What do you know about calling about your slick partna? Not your booty call, but your "slick partna"?About to get educated real quick..

This is that feel good music -- makes you forget the your cares, at least for a little bit. I mean, who doesn't wanna feel that bass on yo ass? I know I do...*pause*. But for real, I'm tryna break out that Magnavox along with like 8 duracell D-batteries and go on campus and do this..

Arthur out!

Mango Salsa

Got home from a long day in the lab -- I wanna say around 2:30PM?

Exhausted from looking at my nerd schematics and dying of hunger, I reach for one of Arthur's favorite foods -- chips and salsa. Chips and salsa is serious business. Arthur is serious business. At least when he's hungry.

You know whats better than chips and salsa? Chips and mango salsa. Both brand new. No half chip shit here, no sir. I'm going for the gusto, I'm going for the gold, I'm going for the big Arthur gut.

It's 3:00PM now and I'm watching my friend play Killzone 2 while just nom nom nom'ing and feelin' all that mango and tortilla tickle the tastebuds. Then it happens. The sun's beaming on me, my eyelids start to feel heavy, chip crumbs are all over my face and chest...

Zzzzzz...

After I drool all over his couch pillows (sorry, Aron), I stumble to my room to get ready for boxing. Still feeling the effects of the salsa and chips, I lay down for a minute.

I lied.

I ended up laying down for hours. I just now woke up. I just took a 7+ hour nap. I woke up feeling like...

I mean, I feel great and all... but what I'm I going to do for the rest of the night? Twiddle my thumbs? Play checkers with myself (King me, bitch!)? Listen to Selena (RIP) and actually live out the lyrics, on that 'Dreaming of You' tip?

Damn mango Salsa. Hurt so good.

Filipino Food for Thought

Filipino food.

Earlier today I was wondering, why hasn't Filipino food gone mainstream? I mean, people go out to sample the culinary arts from all over Asia -- Vietnamese (foo!!), Chinese, Japanese, shit.. even Indian -- but it seems like Filipino food got the short end of the stick.

I feel like nobody ever wants to go out and get Filipino food... except for Filipinos. Doesn't make sense because you or your moms, or your dad, or your tito, or your tita should be at least able to make ONE dish. Otherwise, you takin' that..


I think it's because Filipino food is weird.

Like how are you going to call a dish 'chocolate meat' when there's no damn chocolate in it? I ate this so much when I was little, solely on my mom's word that it was actually Hershey's and not Porky Pig's hemoglobin and T-Cells. It's okay though -- I ate everything. I was also fat.

Balut though? This be on that crazy tip -- once I turned ten and figured out what this was, I gave my mom the Heisman every time she offered. I mean, it's a chick fetus. C'mon now. Every time I describe this to one of my friends, they be like this...

Call me not a true Filipino, but I'ma chill with that stuff -- I'll leave it to Andrew Zimmern to do that. I'll still eat Filipino food regardless, but there are just somethings we make that are too weird for it to mainstream.

Arthur out!

One thing that sucks...

I'm a laid back. I'm easy going. I'm nice. If you met me, you would be captivated and engulfed within my positive aura. I think I might be talking bullshit, maybe. But there are some things that just straight up irritate me.

Farting right after you're done taking a shower. Sucks.

I mean you come back from a workout or a long day, you're just itching to take that hot shower. And maybe make boo boo, but that just might be me. But just having the scalding water wash all the worries away... it's a great feeling. You walk out, feelin' brand new, feelin' on top of the world, feelin' all grown and sexy.

Then *poot*. You fart.

I mean you waited all day for this, got clean and everything, then your body decides to be an asshole (lol) and tells you to pass flatulence? Just tainting your butt's air supply right when you walk out? Having that poison gas just linger on your epidermis right after you got done scrubbing it?

Man, that sucks.

Cassie, why?

Ya'll know about Cassie -- that half black, half filipina girl that sung that song about me? Me & U?

I know them other guys, they been talking bout the way I do what I do
They heard I was good, they wanna see if it's true
They know you're the one I wanna give it to
I can see you want me too
Now, it's me and you... Arthur.

Well, I turned her down recently. Retorting back, she ends up doing this..


I'm perplexed. I'm distraught. I'm vexed.

How you gonna have a cleaner lineup than me? How you gonna have a barber just give you a skin tight just like that? Only on one side, to boot. What part of the game is this? But whatever, you still cute. I'll still let you play Street Fighter and eat Haagen Dazs pints with me, eff it.

Too much Fighting Cock

Alcohol can be such an asshole sometimes.

Especially 103 Proof alcohol named after feisty male genitalia, under the guise of fighting, ferocious game chickens.

My birthday was a lot of fun! It was like a rollercoaster, except it only had two parts -- the part where excitement courses through your veins as you keep going up and up... then to the point where your supposed trip to the heavens is abruptly interrupted as you breach the crest and just go careening towards the ground.

Too much Fighting Cock.

Drink's kept coming to me. Being the occasional asshole and that it's my birthday, I take on all comers -- pounding them out as if I was a combination of Justin Slayer and Mr. Marcus. *pause*

Eventually, the inevitable dethroning of King Arthur happened. I just wished that it didn't happen before 11 PM.

Too much Fighting Cock.

I mean, I didn't even get to go out to the bar I was supposed to go to -- I was blacked out and dunzo by then. Some things that I did as told to me by my friends the next day:

Acting like a douche, I yelled out "WHAT UP!?" as I was stumbling to the bathroom. I then run into the wall.

I sat down on the curb then just fell backwards and smacked my head on some gravel. This explains the bumps on my head the next morning.

I went to go pee next to some dumpsters in an alley with my roommate *pause*. After he's done, he rounds the corner to find me laying down on the ground. In the alley.

Too much Fighting Cock.

Not everybody could make it out because it was a Tuesday, but to everybody that did... thanks ya'll! I truly appreciate each and every one of you for coming and celebrating King Arthur's birthday.