1. I Remember… I’m Cool

    My hair when I woke up this morning:

    And just 25 days ago:

    Is it just me or is my hair growing really fast? Is this normal? I have no idea. And if you’re thinking it looks like there is something in my mouth in that last picture, you’re right!

    Hot or not?

    Randomly memory I thought I’d share and document:

    I remember in elementary school, I think the 2nd grade, I started to hang out with Martin and Rafael. I must have had NO friends, because this happened in the middle of the school year and no one just drops their friends for new friends in the middle of the school year. No one. Wait, seriously… I must have had no friends. I can’t think of anyone I must have hung out with during that time. I was NEVER invited to birthday parties either. LOL!!! ROFLMAO!!! Well, damn. Shoot… The end.

    Forreal though, I started to hang out with those two guys and they thought I was cool. Not hella cool, where they WANTED to be my friend, but cool enough where they would tolerate my presence. This girl named Sheila comes up to me soon after and was like:

    Sheila: Martin and Rafael said you were cool.
    Me: Really??? (thinking yesssssssss)
    Sheila: Yeah, and I was like really? Charles?!
    Me: Psh, yeah. I know, right? Me? Cool?

    This didn’t last for very long though (a week), cause we had a falling out and I stopped hanging out with them during recess. And I’m REALLY trying to think who I was friends with after, but I really don’t remember. I vaguely remember hanging out with this white guy that was in LOVE with Sheila, named… Brett? He would spend the majority of his time pursuing her and writing love letters. I remember sitting down with him, in front of our class, as he read me his letters to Sheila and nodding with approval. Sheila thought he was disgusting though. Is that how I spent my free time?! D:

    Oh, I remember giving this girl named Sharlene all my lollipops. If we didn’t miss any homework for the whole week, our teacher awarded us with a tootsie pop. Sharlene always convinced me to give mine up. I probably did it cause I thought she was pretty. I’m facebook friends with Sheila and Sharlene and I’m tempted to post their pictures to accompany this post, but that could be creepy. I doubt they will ever see this, but you never know.

  2. I go there all the time. Ain’t no thang!

    I go there all the time. Ain’t no thang!

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    J.ae - 방황 (Wandering)

    You guys know I love the song No. 5. It’s still on heavy rotation and I can’t seem to get tired of it. Anyways, J.ae released a Christian album song a while back and I thought I’d share my favorite track off of “In My Life.” Enjoy.

    P.S. I reinstated the audio player on the bottom of my page, because a few people told me they used to come to my page just to listen. So, when you’re on my tumblr you’ll hear a playlist compiled from all the audio published on my blog. You can listen to all my songs like that or go through my music tag.

  4. Do you have any idea how super cool you are?

  5. In The News: Spanked At Kid’s Show Taping

    According to the suit, Kellie was later chosen to participate in an audience competition — in which the contestants would perform a “silly dance” to the Village People’s YMCA and the winner would get a prize.

    Kellie claims she began to dance when “all of a sudden and without warning, Pearson started spanking [her] buttocks with his hands.”

    In the suit, Kellie continues, “The unwarranted and unconsented spanking was RELENTLESS and did not cease until [Kellie] physically turned around to stop it.”

    The worst part — Kellie claims she didn’t even win the dance contest.

    Hold up. The worst part is “she didn’t even win the dance contest.” She talks about getting spanked and kissed by the host and then the humiliation of having her two kids ask about it, but the worst part is she didn’t even win the dance contest. Yeah, that really seems like the worst part.

    Full story: Source

  6. Hanna Baek went to New York soon after I did and parodied my NY video with Jenneum. Unfortunately, it was far superior to mine. My biggest regret? Not dancing more. Taking dancing lessons to be on par.  Watch mine first to get why they are doing what they do, which can be seen here:

    http://charlieu.tumblr.com/post/10156669880/video-of-our-trip-to-new-york-for-astonish

  7. Album Art
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    Squeeze - Tempted

  8. Album Art
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    Washed Out - Feel It All Around

  9. What the hell. Seriously. Taking dance lessons ASAP. Going to learn this choreo…

    My favorite is 10 seconds into the video, the chest pumping. Absolutely perfect. She is working it so hard. Bow down to the queen, you are in the (virtual) presence of greatness!!!

  10. Friends Only

    http://charlieu.livejournal.com/

    One thing I loved about LiveJournal was that I was able to make Friends Only entires and that’s besides the obvious like their elaborate comments feature.

    I’m going to start writing more private entries there, so if you guys want to read it, sign up for a LiveJournal account and add me. If not, I’m not going to lose any sleep over it. If I know you, I’ll add you right away, but if I don’t, I will need to see that you’ve been using your account for a while… I won’t get into why strangers are ok, but people I know guised as anonymous isn’t.

  11. Outer Beauty. Cover of ASTONISH Magazine’s second issue. Creative Director: PHUONG MYPhotographer: ZHANG JINGNAStylist: LISA JARVIS, CALLIE ROTHERMELMake Up: VALERIE VONPRISK, using Yaby CosmeticsHair: TAKEO SUZUKIModel: KATYA KULYZHKA @ Women Direct

    Outer Beauty. Cover of ASTONISH Magazine’s second issue.

    Creative Director: PHUONG MY
    Photographer: ZHANG JINGNA
    Stylist: LISA JARVIS, CALLIE ROTHERMEL
    Make Up: VALERIE VONPRISK, using Yaby Cosmetics
    Hair: TAKEO SUZUKI
    Model: KATYA KULYZHKA @ Women Direct

  12. Get featured on ASTONISH Magazine’s third issue, Imperfection. Deadline is January 10, 2012, so you have a few days left.

    EDITORIAL SUBMISSION GUIDELINES

  13. A Charlie Brown Christmas - Christmas Time Is Here

    Hands down the best Christmas song, ever. I love it so much…

  14. A Time for Everything (Ecclesiastes 3 :1-8)

    There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

    a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
    a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
    a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
    a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
    a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.

  15. Fight Club

    Tyler Durden: You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

    Tyler Durden: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.

    Marla Singer: I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar.
    Narrator: It was worth every penny.
    Marla Singer: It’s a bridesmaid’s dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it’s on the side of the road.

    Narrator: Marla… the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can’t.

    Tyler Durden: All right, if the applicant is young, tell him he’s too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat. If the applicant then waits for three days without food, shelter, or encouragement he may then enter and begin his training.

    Marla Singer: …Condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night… then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger.
    Narrator: What?

About me

My name is Charlie.

I'm a Christian, philanthropist, pseudo-photographer and director, life ruiner, jester, half-donkey'd tree-hugger, your worst nightmare/dream come true, part-time entertainer and full-time moonlighter.

I enjoy causing a ruckus, fighting crime, recycling, acting the fool, disturbing the peace, people watching, being frank (but I like being polite even more!), networking, learning, eating cookie, and long walks on the beach.

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