i think my blogging chronology has gotten better.....


i hate jersey -- a million different highways heading in every direction....sixty five thousand routes connecting one highway to another and under 60 overpasses and through 80 drawbridges just to get to one tunnel....one missed turn, one missed exit, one missed sign and u're stuck smak dab in the middle of the ghetto-est part of that gawd damnned armpit....i hate jersey.


larry's back.


2003..OoooOoOo you hear dat shieet pu55ybitch??? *SMAK*








cabbage patch....


kenny says i look like a pureblood, i start just about every conversation with korean girls "omg you're not korean?", people in my own country don't believe i'm chinese, people in other countries think i'm a korean tour guide, my dad can't point me out amongst a sea of korean hakwon attendees, my mom thinks i was korean in a past life......i think i have a knack for the language, so why not....yes....i will start to finally learn the "mother tongue"....probably JUST enough to read at karaoke and restaurants, oh yea....and enough lines for booking =)....







dealbreakers will be continued....







s.s. is ana


the end.


 


 

and you'd better believe that i'm going to continue my horse of a diet....or was it the horse diet?...or whatever the heck it is.....after an extremely exhausting OUTDOORS run with donna and a quasi henry byun we spent some time back at the frat house chatting over memories, diaries and pictures.....of course how could a night go by without the topic of lettuce and my eating or lack there of, this then leads into the perusing of PICTURES....specifically fat alex pictures!...jeezus, even before certain pictures were opened up...hoan started cracking up uncontrollably....and the laughter just grew louder as the thumbnails enlarged, one after another..."i don't remember you ever being that big".....my goodness i was a big boy, why didnt my friends say anything to me?....BAD and MOST WRETCHED FRIENDS...(i will not post pictures)........if only you guys knew what GEOMETRY CLASS MEANT......


the run -- it's really cool that i have someone to push me and motivate me to run, i hate running, it's understandable how people get addicted to it but my brain never fails to try and sway me away from a run, even the gym for that matter.....so i'm thankful for the discipline overcoming that weakness....we took a run through battery park up the west side highway to stuyvesant and back again....45 minutes of windy cramping dehydrated pain....whilst donna pedalled faster, i cramped harder clutching my hips trotting to keep up....i'd say i did alright, lagging only a block behind by the end....and hopefully it shall become the weekly monday routine....goddammnit....chaffed nipples here i come...haha.


yay mac and cheese! i'm definitely the mom of the apt, that or awesomely anal.....


frank is back


speaking of which i'm picking up larry tomorrow....anytime someone comes back...it always tends to be a 5 day party with one night designated for sleep at NOON the next day (regardless of ur employment status)...should be interesting....and of course hoan the size 36 suit jacketed man has to comment "hope you guys have fun, i told myself i'm not drinking for 30 days"...to which i reply...


"we do not have thirty days" (jimmy choo)...cuz we got BIRTHDAYS COMING UP....


and so this is my wishlist from


victor: 50 bucks a paycheck so i can put it in some savings acct so we'll end up going away on some trip


hoan: the willingness to take days off work especially when you deserve it, so we can go away on some trip…


john du: no kunjip, no samgyupsul, no sooyuk, no jaeyookbokum...no food at 4am!


esther:  NOTHING, cuz we’re going boarding this weekend…weee!what do YOU WANT!


dora: a guitar pick and a cherry bomb face =) 


eepie: for you to eat 2 slices of pizza at 4am


frank:  no more morning wood hug offers…i'm buying you romantic comedy DVD's


chomo: a ROLEX...and my scarf.


will: a PHONE CALL (u forgot about me…)


TPak: another corset night


sush: gimme ur phone when we hang out....


LiJung: COME OVER ON MONDAY NIGHT FOR LB.....


GChun: complete the trifecta all in one night -- bambi, lizard tongue and gumby


donna: promise to keep me motivated to run….


how in blazes do you become an analyst of anything?...analysts in all fields never know what the heck they are talking about....and just about the only thing they can do...is to talk as much as they can about what they think they know.....are they opinionated? yes!!........but is that all u need?....sports analysts never pick the winning team, political analysts talk on hearsay, financial analysts definitely HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THEY ARE SAYING EVER.....jeezus.....i mean..I GOT TONS TO SAY..ALL THE TIME>...A COMMENT FOR JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING....CAN SOMEONE SIGN ME UP AS A BEAT WRITER SOMEWHERE?.....


the reason for this post......an excerpt from mr. ben steins article.....


http://finance.yahoo.com/columnist/article/yourlife/1615


China: Friend or Foe?


Who Wins, Who Loses?


Young Americans who study hard, learn serious subjects, do not lose themselves in computer games, avoid doomed industries, learn good work habits, save prudently, and invest sensibly will be well off no matter what happens in China or Taiwan or India.


Americans who are slothful, do not pay attention to economic trends, learn no useful skills, do not save, and do not invest wisely will roll downhill fast.


But for the disciplined among us who learn from the Chinese the keys to wealth as the Chinese learned from us and we learned from all of history, the future is bright.


and in reading that last part.....this guy is an even bigger moron as video games have now integrated themselves as a choice for major in art universities....3d graphic design for video games.....and has anyone seen the mtv true life of gamer special?...where kids can win up to 1 MILLION dollars for competitions??...jeezus!.....and theres a cyber-athlete gamling league? with companies like nvidia and intel sponsoring them.....my goodness.....i want to kick ben stein....also because he writes like a 12 year old.....


http://www.nytimes.com/2005/11/22/arts/design/22vide.html


http://www.thecpl.com/league/


http://www.forbes.com/forbes/2005/1212/064_print.html







here's the forbes article....if you guys are too lazy to sign up for it.


It's A Mod, Mod Underworld
Victoria Barret, 12.12.05


Gabe Newell is the envy of giants in the videogame industry. He designs games--then lets fans make them even better.


A 60-inch plasma screen at the offices of Valve Corp. roars to life with a heavy-metal soundtrack as a new videogame begins, and giant, gnarly aliens creep from the shadows of an ominous alleyway. The game, Alien Swarm, is the work of three creators who have piggybacked off of Valve's big hit, Half-Life 2, replacing the original game's main characters with a cast of their own creation.

Alien Swarm is a "mod," a modified add-on to the Valve title, and the rise of mods--letting your fans and even rivals freely tap into your game to redesign it--is a key reason behind the success of the privately held company. The Half-Life series has sold 15 million copies, and its first hot mod--Counter-Strike, a rapid-fire shoot-'em-up pitting online teams against each other--has racked up 4.8 million units. Never mind that Counter-Strike was designed not by Valve's 50 programmers but by two rookies who had never even met--a high school senior in New Jersey and a college student in Vancouver, B.C. Valve bought the game and hired its two kid creators.

Now comes Alien Swarm, an unfinished mod being shown to Valve Chief Executive Gabe L. Newell by three programmers who make up the entirety of Black Cat Software. They nervously watch for his reaction, and Newell thrills them by leaning his ample 6-foot-4 frame toward them and asking, "So when are you guys going pro?"

They decide that once Alien Swarm is finished, Valve may sell it for downloading on its Web site, steampowered.com, splitting the sales 50-50 with the three game designers. The Steam site has already begun promoting it.

"No one has created the Yahoo for games. That's our opportunity," says Newell, who plans to start selling music and minimovies on Steam next year. He is one of the most sought-after hitmakers in the $8.4 billion U.S. videogame industry. Valve, a nine-year-old Seattle company owned by Newell and a few employees, will do at least $70 million in revenue this year, double last year's sales, with operating profit of $55 million.

Newell's Web storefront, Steam, has 3 million members logging in every week to play games and get automatic upgrades. And while he started out selling in retail stores, in 2004 he became one of the first game developers to successfully sell direct to consumers online--a move retailers typically despise. Newell makes an operating margin of more than 80% on downloaded games; titles sold at retail get a 36% margin.

Users who visit the Steam site get weekly marketing missives and can choose to let Valve scan their computers online to learn new insights. In the spring Valve discovered that its users with the most advanced graphics had tripled to 10% of all players. So it released a new, snazzier level of Half-Life aimed just at them. "Valve has a much better feel for who their customer is than the rest of the industry. It's admirable," says Sega of America President Simon Jeffery.

Says Microsoft Xbox executive Gregory Canessa: "Valve is closest to figuring out how to make online sales work."

Valve has done so by relying on the kindness of strangers: its own customers who are "modders." Valve gives away the software tools that let even amateur programmers make mods, because you must buy a copy of Half-Life to be able to create your own mod or play someone else's.

Newell sells 15 mod versions and knows of 500 mods floating around in cyberspace, but there could be thousands. Half-Life pits a geeky scientist (you) against corrupt government agents and lethal aliens at a top-secret government site. The Counter-Strike mod transforms this into a multiplayer game of terrorists versus counterterrorists. Day of Defeat applies the premise to World War II. Half-Life Rally has cars racing through the original site (and no killing). Vampire Slayer is self-explanatory.

"We let our community of players make up the rules," Newell says. If he likes a mod, he sells it online himself and shares half the sales with the modders. If a modder wants to sell it on his own, he must pay Valve a $200,000 licensing fee, plus royalties, in exchange for using Half-Life's development engine.

Newell, 43, learned from his first employer, Bill Gates, that success in software comes from getting outside developers to write programs that sell more copies of your own. Newell was the 271st employee at Microsoft and, like Gates, is a Harvard dropout. (Steve Ballmer, then Microsoft's head of sales, talked him into leaving college.) Newell spent 13 years in Redmond as the lead developer of the first three versions of Windows.

He was brilliant and wildly productive. "He was doing 30 products a year," says former colleague Alex St. John, now chief executive of WildTangent, a Web shop selling smaller games.

Newell quit Microsoft in 1996 and cashed in his stock options to launch Valve that year. He has put a daunting $15 million-plus of his own money into the company, buying out a cofounder and eschewing venture capital backing. He was inspired by the story of Id Software, producers of Doom and Quake, two massive PC hits that let amateur designers modify the games' code to change details and scenery. One popular mod inserted Homer Simpson as the main shooter.

So Newell licensed some Quake code from Id to create Half-Life, which debuted in 1998 and sold 2.5 million copies at retail in its first year. And there sales would have stalled, but modding extends a game's life and sparks further sales. Newell hired the two young Australian programmers who had created the most popular Quake mod, Team Fortress, and bought the rights to their game. They added more powerful graphics tools for Half-Life modders.

A year later the community produced its first hit: Counter-Strike. Newell bought it for a pittance in 2000 and hired its two creators (the high school kid in New Jersey and the college kid in Vancouver). Half-Life itself didn't reach its sales peak until its third year; most games peak after a few months.

Flush with success, Newell embarked on a five-year, $40 million effort to make Half-Life 2 (similar setting, better tools). Introduced in 2004, it has sold 4 million copies and inspired 100 new mods. Alien Swarm may be the first mod Valve itself will sell for Half-Life 2. Mods now provide 20% of Valve's total revenue and someday could account for up to 50% of sales.

It is the upside, Newell says, of letting customers take total control, and the practice shouldn't be limited to videogames: "George Lucas should have distributed the 'source code' to Star Wars. Millions of fans would create their own movies and stories. Most of them would be terrible, but a few would be genius."






for the record: i'm not a gamer at all....

it's amazing what ivy league on ur resume can do for you....and i am quite jealous of those that do have it....which is why i try to squirm my way into their little clique....actually...the only person i am truly jealous of is probably chomo.....:::: one of the first times i hung out with chomo --we're both standing at the bar facing opposite directions talking to different girls, about 10 minutes into our conversations...i overhear the line...."I WENT TO UPENN..."whilst chomo is leaning one hand against the bar as if posing for some gq shoot.....HAHAHAHA...i almost peed my pants....WHAT A LINE!.....







"seems like yesterday we used to rock the show....."


kellybelly -- flat tires, "HOLY SHIT, FOOTS ASLEEP", and of course....nail biting


dedicated to you. VERSE 2. (if i can find that video of you rapping i'm going to post that asap!)


It’s kinda hard with you not around (yeah)
Know you in heaven smilin down (eheh)
Watchin us while we pray for you
Every day we pray for you
Til the day we meet again
In my heart is where I’ll keep you friend
Memories give me the strength I need (uh-huh) to proceed
Strength I need to believe
My thoughts big I just can’t define (can’t define)
Wish I could turn back the hands of time
Us in the 6, shop for new clothes and kicks
You and me taking flicks
Makin hits, stages they receive you on
I still can’t believe you’re gone (can’t believe you’re gone)
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living you’re life, after death








FINALLY.....LIJUNG!...after months (or years) of saying we'll catch up....FINALLY!..and over SOJU AND BEER! and if you make another fat comment about yourself i'm gonna SMAK YOU...or i'll get frank to smak you...frank's pretty good at it..."ouch"








blast from the past......


wouldn't you like to take these boys home to mom?








as if this guy wasn't PIMP enough....he serenaded us with love songs all night at karaoke....PIMP PIMP PIMP








are you not jealous his facial hair can connect to his sideburns?...jeez..IM SOO CLOSE>..but missing this one piece on the side.....GRRr...i might have to buy the spray


i just met byoung that night....but i think he hates me...HAHAHAH..SCORRREEE.....drinky drinky.








had to steal this one to complete the entourage picture posting.....








for the record LOP: i had ice cream last night.



 


 

holy shit i'm tired....it's 1.30am and i just got done giving both cousins about 40 pieces of my mostly "never worn" clothing...i'm such a cruddy shopper....hopefully things will change....


so i started cooking at noon....loaded up the big pots for stew and soup....rendang and oxtail soup were the first to simmer, headed to the supermarket and started on brining the turkey by 2.....i thought i was about to die by 4....but a giant coffee got me through the pain long enough to know deep fried turkey was close to lift off....


i don't even know how many dishes came out for 8 people....but thats just how we do it at my house....or how I DO IT..hahaha.....


deep fried turkey, mashed potatoes (mushroom, bacon, garlic, onion, chives), creamed spinach (montery jack/parmesean), stuffing (italian sausage is key), beef tendon rendang (benny is the man), tom yom soup (will taste better tomorrow), oxtail soup (cloves, cilantro...interesting?...awesome), actually my aunt brought oxtail soup too, steamed fish, steamd shrimp, chinese spinach and chinese okra, romaine salad, cranberry compote (i cheated a little bit), turkey gravy (instead of wine, i used beer)






lana quotes


"15 min drive to the market to pick up paper plates and bowls will save an hour of cleanup"


when i spilled my plate onto my lap...."i guess it's a good thing u don't eat dressing"












the pefect picture: happy engagement, happy new apt guys.....


self-absorption:::::photoblogging is now mainstream, and along with it comes the inevitable need to only let the public see what one wants them to see....in doing so, the active effort of sorting through the more aesthetically pleasing shots of yourself only fuels the superficial vanity within us...so what has caused the ruckus of this paragraph once AGAIN today?  browsing and re-browsing has shed light on the most obvious of realities for me.....why the effin A do i look so korean in the pics from last night....chameleon-esque is only a metaphor for humans, but being a korean party at earth last night, the word chameleon has put it's camoflague personna in front...








i am so flattered whenever i find out people read my posts in its entirety....*blush blush*


"i'm addicted to xanga....i'll wake up in the middle of the night and check my page" - v.hsu


"psshh....i'm addicted to READING YOUR XANGA..." - h. tran







100 notable books of the year...


http://www.nytimes.com/2005/12/04/books/review/notable-books2005.html?incamp=article_popular







there's the argument that the truth does not always set you free.....isn't the truth overrated anyways?







a heavy truth to handle


http://www.nytimes.com/2005/11/24/national/24daughter.html?incamp=article_popular







....and since our family shall be festive tonight....i wish ya'll a happy thanksgiving the day after.


cheers.

it's not even insomnia for me, i don't think that word ever qualified....i'll have to admit that sometimes i can't fall asleep and sometimes i can't sleep longer because i just wake up, and this is my universe, this sleep deprevated happy-go-lucky galavanting the peninsula of manhattan always on whim...wonderful?....sure!....why?...because a lot of times i just don't want to sleep, i wish i could stay up and get in more hours to do whatever it is that i do, to fully develop and be enveloped in all my tributaries of conscious thought......in it's essence, writing has helped tons of that for me, clearning obstacles and organizing the tangled web of thought right here...right in front of all of you....so as this paragraph slowly turns biploar...i'll stop.


so why is it that people no longer recognize me? i've grown up right smashed in btwn tons of pockets of friends, i've grown up right stuck in the middle of the whole tri-state korean ordeal....and it all stems from hak won....it just happened that way....no biggy....and so as i infrequently run into some of the "back in the day" faces....they now no longer recognize me....... ** you wait on line for the bathroom at some party and of course you're gonna bump faces with every person....and so i tap some 'friends' on the shoulder..."HEY>>>WHATS UP" .....and im greeted with "WHO THE EFF ARE YOU?".....i retalitate "YOU DON"T REMEMBER ME??".....and then the frowned false acknowledged response"OH YEA OH YEA>>>HEY>>HOW ARE YOU...".....obviously they don't remember me...duH!


good thing we didn't go to an afterhours party.


bad thing we had to go to 69.


good thing john du is john du.



you know when someone is really really really uber uber uber nice? and to the point where niceness just makes you feel uncomfortable because you're just a bunch of crass and tactless inebriated individuals?  and it's painfully hard, but do-able to stir up etiquette to keep up?....okay...i'm just exaggerating for the purposes of my metaphorical landslide...in anycase, i don't remember his name.....but very nice guy will suit him.








tissue pathology report....


diagnosis: right foot: angiomyoma (vascular leiomyoma)


translation: speaical stain (trichrome)


 ...BENIGN TUMOR.


 







i love the words inspiration and motivation....there are a group of about 100 words that i love to use over and over....maybe i'll start adding a section in every post just describing the backstory of each of them.....so...you can be self-motivated by inducing something within urself to strive for whatever it is that you want....and then there is that motivation that is stirred by something externally....and that...in this instance....i'd like to call my inspiration....so in the case of rockstardom...and the past few years of geetar craze......here is my inspiration.



www.parkwaysouth.com







Photoblogging is becoming a key part of the egalitarian world of photography: images are uploaded daily by professional, amateur and hobby photographers as visual web diaries available for comment and to share. In a commodified age when copyrights restrictions abound and prices of art works rocket, photoblogging is refreshingly democratic and embraces the freedom and reflexivity of the internet.








NPH!


alllgood: I like the feel of writing in a notebook though


d e r p d e r p: i prefer the doogie howser feel of typing


and what suits your fancy?


 

crest white strips are working....







woohoo....i am no longer jason...dora has deemed me talan! thanks to the trusty ole geetar....been playing tons...


安靜 - 周杰倫


   詞/曲:周杰倫


   capo=1


  A             F#m
   只剩下鋼琴陪我談了一天
       D                E
   睡著的大提琴 安靜的舊舊的
    A            F#m
   我想你已表現的非常明白
       D                E7
   我懂我也知道 你沒有捨不得


  Bm              E
   你說你也會難過我不相信
    C#m              F#m
   牽著你陪著我 也只是曾經
     D            A
   希望他是真的比我還要愛你
     D              E
   我才會逼自己離開


    A(Bbm)        C#m(Dm)
   你要我說多難堪 我根本不想分開
    F#m(Gm)        E(F)
   為什么還要我用微笑來帶過
    D(E)        F#m(Gm)
   我沒有這種天份 包容你也接受他
    Bm(C#m)        E(F)
   不用擔心的太多 我會一直好好過
     A(Bbm)        C#m(Dm)
   你已經遠遠離開 我也會慢慢走開
  F#m(Gm)        E(F)
   為什么我連分開都遷就著你
    D(E)        F#m(Gm)
   我真的沒有天份 安靜的沒這么快
  Bm(C#m)        E(F)        A(Bbm)
   我會學著放棄你 是因為我太愛你


   () = second part.







Yuhki Kuramoto - Sighing Wind


Zero 7 - in the waiting line



IT STOPPED RAINING SO MAYBE THE MARKT WILL STOP SH*TTING!!!!


what i learned from chomo this morning:


donks=bonkers ... and it's not sexually related.








WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO TAKE A SH*T ON RAINY DAYS?  OMG, I'M ABOUT TO GET ALL EMOTIONAL......


*SNIFFLE*


AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH








it's funny...because people can ask you what kind of music you listen to...and if u're receptive to most things u'd say...."i listen to anything but......FILL IN THE BLANK".....sometime in the past i used to say....'anything but country' but wow, i've gone out and hunted country jams to download.......in addition....at one point i'd fill in the blank with 'taiwanese/chinese rap'.....but even that has found its way on the playlist......i wouldn't put anything past myself.....


machi.

-- if someone ever said that about me...i'd cry....


asshole - apparently, thats what i am....a nightly drive out for the sheer pleasure of listening to music (one song on repeat)...bonding over wine and a topic of boys, girls, sex, and, the, city.  homo-erotic. so as donna, the hoan touted "best girlfriend in the world", began to ask hypothetical questions about "why do boys do this...why do boys do that...why why why", just a perfect example as to how the gender brain waves emit am VERSUS fm, i sat there admitting to every assholish thing a dude has done....making me....the arse for the night....


"he's just not that into you" -- just read the book...you'll form ur own conversation out of it. although i don't reccomend the book....


butt nasty would be the catch phrase of the night....hoan scrolled through his rolodex hitlist from his collegiate career and barked his hatred/envy of those "TALL TOUGH GUY KOREANS" HAHAHA....apparently, the lil viet was a bitter man all throughout college....bitter and envious of all those ugly korean dudes that got all these hot girls....but i knew hoan in college, he got girls...he never seemed bitter.....








anyone down for weekday boarding trips?







if consumption is the motto of my immediate group of friends...then slowly i am becoming the anti-christ of the group....when i first came back to new york and re-acquainted myself with the consecutive days of blogging, i claimed to be the yin of victor's yang blog and has the prophecy fulfilled itself?  genius 'tis i!...where consumption now leaves a void, the word addiction now appears twice on the forehead....hmm...maybe its a mix of addiciton and compulsion...and even obsession?  regardless i've brought it to my own attention that it's psychotic how much RED siracha i eat...(if i didn't add in the colored adj, this blog would be in trouble), it's funny how peers influence every aspect of your life and i'd have to attest this trait to f. hong. he puts siracha on everything and presently, as do i.  soup, salad, rice, chips, cucumbers, meat, pretzels, seafood....we've named just about EVERYTHING minus desserts....if you can think of anything that could stump us....shoot!


it's like clockwork that as my birthday approaches every year there needs no prior planning whether weekday or weeknight we'll end up 1. at victor's apt playing kings and me drinking a snotload and 2. venture into ktown for our usual soju and beerfest....as coincidence would have it that blue is now closed - i want NOTHING to do with ktown this year....ironically kunjip has been the party spot in btwn post club and pre-after party venue every night....and at the ripe age of 25, i'll have to admit that this would be the first time i've grown out of a ktown birthday.  its sad and unfortunate.....anyways..this is the current mood...things could change in a few weeks....







i stared at jeans today....and i thought of this....


envision a pair of naturally distressed jeans....tattered to a point where one straggling piece of denim tails out onto the street with every step....you love those jeans, they're a perfect fit, starting to wear down....and slowly losing shape and after 3 years you're starting to think they don't fit as well or it might be time to retire them....not sure what to do.......then someone comes and steps on that tattered denim strand and starts unraveling the entire leg....i feel as though thats what i do when people ask me for relationship advice....i don't really do it on purpose....but i just ask questions to push the argument for the sake of properly assessing both viewpoints....but as i have no clue what i'm talking about....the bullshit that i push may deter the person in the right direction....it's unfortunate....as bad of a friend as this may come off to some, to others, this might exactly be the right antidote....blegh..what am i babbling for?..most poeple have their minds made up already...


"it's just an[other] excuse to order another bottle" - v. HSU


 







brain freeze...


the thing is, if the brain were to freeze it'd be a much slower conscious stagnant-deterioration process rather than it's daily sledging that takes place even when outside forces aren't involved....the inertia of "getting stupid".....without that formal and useless formality of education, the brain, my brain tends to fall malaise to the habit of incompetent slop....and most of lifes routine post education surrounds itself with redundant routine not allowing leeway for true intelligent growth....unfortunate for me, totally comforting for others, and so here's the question: without and not wanting any further schooling how does one continue to stimulate neurons....leave the dead behind and get another 5% of the unused 95% of ur brain cells going, moving, fucking.....yes....get your brain cells laid....







when jesus walks.....


this made my day



 

maybe it's that all that outward swagger of mine doesn't amount to much confidence...maybe it's that i have wayy too much insipiration but not enough ambition....in anycase, this chapter of introspect makes me wonder why i don't put some of my journalistic aspirations into effect, if i could hone some of the amateur blogging obscurities into more blatant metaphors and onto more public genre of issues, i could one then one day start those literary trends, that contemporary column of mumbo jumbo making people think u're the hippest erudite, even if you cannot pronounce the damn word correctly -- air-roo-dite....yes i am soooo unfortunately vain....


"you're picky about all the wrong things....." - s. SUH


the need to be vain and to keep up with the motto i live by deemed by my friends (looks matter 155%)...opted me for a workout post laguna beach monday night and a haircut tuesday....and voila - long live the mullet:


"business in the front...and party in the back..."  - f. HONG




this months GQ influenced alice in wonderland.....


there are so many different jobs out there, so many odds and ends, so many little gears that require manpower and brainpower to keep the general gist of the world in motion and how do you find urself fallen into one of those quirky, eclectic but yet so cool jobs of hazard? let's just focus on the glamour of the "cool conversational" jobs rather than the idiosyncratic scum jobs of the world....let this be one of those "im' a dreamer" posts yea?

do you ever wonder when reading pop culture magazines that all these writers must are so meticulously detailed that they are all stereotypically homosexual, from the page layout, to the trendy pictures next to the text, but most of all it's the actual choral poetry of words that are so tediously engineered so ur weekly hour updating urself into the celebrity world is enough to keep you hooked week after week.....i want to be that writer.

everywhere i read, hip hop claims to be moving in the direction of a more conservative look, couture has supplanted some of the sport apparel...my question is, will anything ever take some of the "topless" look away?







another day...and now that it's been 5 days since the minor operation and being the good patient that i am, i haven't done any cardio nor have i gotten it wet, what started off looking like an interpretive version of swan lake has now stepped it up to my more graceful rendition of billy elliot....i'd have to say that by day 5 you can definitely notice the color difference btwn both legs...gross isn't it?  and as for difference in color....day 4 of crest white strips hasn't made my teeth more sensitive and my notice of difference only makes me think i'm becoming delusional....but i can picture it now....pearly white horse teeth......(ref. vixstar)







heard in the pressbox


"you know my uncle...he makes millions off kuey teow"







did anyone read my post on LUCK? how come no comments?







matt wertz - red meets blue
jack johnson - never know, sitting waiting wishing, banana pancakes, breakdown 
death cab - a lack of color
tension - our story







And i've never known a love so true
and I wanna see all of you
When green meets red
and red meets blue
and I wanna see all of you, all of you, all

All of...







men in thongs


friday night lights?...no friday night sucked....if you read vixstar's xanga, you'll know that i don't eat...and that because of not eating, i can't drink...and because of not being able to hold down my alcohol, i want to go home when i want to go home...and hence i am the shittiest drinking commrade on earth....one step above scum if u're gonna believe the LOP....in anycase, when comrades are in pain, most people would let them go home and sleep, instead at 3am, after hitting up 4 other places that sucked -- or was it that i don't remember....victor wouldn't let me go home so i end up sitting cross legged at japas, clutching my stomach for dear life trying to brush off victor's infinite attempts to yell at me and make me drink.....well..i drank anyway...frank - being that he was about to fall off the stool, poured the shot onto the floor and proceeded to think there was more sake in the glass continued to drink it thereafter........the highlight of the night WAS NOT the chubby gutted bartender in a red thong at the lesbian thrown bklyn swaree but RATHER....it was the site of seeing both of hoan's sisters SMASHED and THROWING UP AT HOME......KIMCHIBOKUMBAP ANYONE?



how come i only have one picture of hoa? wssuh yo wssuh!








happy thanksgiving.....from bklyn.


here's the host...




they came with a plan....




chase down beer with some johnny...



lots of kissing....




she tamed the beast...



and lots of dancing (...i'll post the salad shake and the harlem shake videos later this week)



can you believe that after all that food we ended up at kun jip at 4am?



 






 


5.06am....