im completely still juiced up feeling like beavis' hyperglycemic rants....can't sleep but still functioning but i can feel zombie-dom knocking at the door....hopefully it'll happen when im on the plane...

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in other news....when i was in ny...all i ever wanted to do with the lops was to travel, go to events, roadtrip, and NOTHING EVER MATERIALIZED....why?....at this point, who cares why....it just never happened....and i actually ended up doing these things on my own or with other non-immediate groups of friends.....which really ended up being an blast regardless....but man....we could have had dulicious' "funny ball reunion" 4 years ago....hahah..and if we all ended up in vegas....she gotta toite body wouldn't just be hoan....and we could have even gone to see the saigon bridge without going to saigon...man the endless possibilities....and so of course now, a scenario where everyone is single and im overseas.....THE HOMOS ARE GOING CAMPING....and im missing out....hyperglycemic rant part 2!!!!.....shieet....mother effing a.

one for the homies....please.
man...i hate beer but sometimes it really does just taste so good when it hits your lips....but when do you make the transfer over to liquor? and why is it that once in a while you're looking for that "beer buzz" for a little changeup....but of course i know no limit so then it becomes a beer drunk which is horrendously and constantly pissing but worst of all, it is the worst type of hangover for me to try to get over....even if there's no pain, that bloated feeling just stays in you forever, gawd it sucks....if running 3 miles won't help it go away....im gonna start bulimaholicking beer or anorexicking beer from now on....hahaha......

spent the entire bloated, gaseous, post tiger beer morning frantically figuring out flight plans....and of course 4 hours, 2 coffees and a milo later....it's all done.....i'll be in tpe tomorrow 6pm. cheers.
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...and as a result of china's drive to succeed, microsoft c hairman bill gates argued to me, the "ovarian lotterly" has changed - as has the whole relationship between geography and talent. thirty years ago, he said, if you had a choice between being born a genius on the outskirts of bombay or shanghai or being born an average person in poughkeepsie, you would take poughkeepsie, because your chances of thriving and living a decent life there, even with average talent, were much greater. but as the world has gone flat, gates said, and so many people can now plug and play from anywhere, natural talent has started to trump geography.

"now," he said, " i would rather be a genius born in china than an average guy born in poughkeepsie"

--the world is flat.


sorry guys....i know i requested all your addy's but i waited till the airport to buy postcards...and all they had was bali stuff...and i didn't go to bali this time...so blegh.....was going to...but maybe next time....its soo cheap....everyone should go....domestic 50 usd flight...and 25 usd per night hotel rate....GO FOR IT......

bowling and congeee~~~~~~and karaoke tomrorow night!!...


i'm back in sing till tuesday..then im off to see babe. =)

it felt like a HUGE roadtrip due to the wonderous jakarta traffic where a 2 hour roundtrip affiar turned into 5 hours of cramped legs, blazing sun heat and blasting ac....we went to pay respects at my grandmothers urn yesterday....burning incense, candles, paper money and and paper boxes as gifts for them to take with them in the afterworld....the funny thing that i noticed is that the gift box wrapping paper is a design for buddhist afterlife gift burning and yet stores like urban outfitters use it to make their for sale items....


gado gado is my new favorite food....and had another helping  and a half of pisang goreng for lunch...=) 

eating indian food right after going to the gym is NOT a good idea....and even worse of an idea is going to get a massage after eating the indian food....luckily i ate some zantac before heading to bed hence postponing the digestinal trauma until this morning giving me a decent nights sleep....


im not sure if my pallate has changed in the past years with a move in continent or an extreme diet scheme but certain things i haven't liked i'm starting to like....granted i've never shelved a popular food that i didn't have a natural affinity to...for instance, im starting to like indian food, heavy, dull flavored curries still cause quite a bowel party but rather than picking at naan the whole meal, i divulge in all the earth toned gravies....


 


 

holy moly i ate soo much yesterday....


9 am - noodles


10 am - mangosteen and longyuan, guava juice


11.30 - indo cuisine, curry chicken, deef fried hard boiled duck egg, oxtail soup, baked chicken, rendang, avocado/coffee drink,


1 pm - more fruit, more juice


4 pm - ee mie, satay, fried bananas (im gonna have to try to make this when im home)


 


its unfortunate indo food isn't more prevalant in the states for people to try....its friggin damn good.


 

its cliched for tragic occurrences to enlighten the value of life and maybe that's why i dont think it's the confrontation of death that breaks my stoic barriers but rather it's the need to embrace human mortality for me to fully grasp its fragile concept...and while i've hit a legitimate age for a few years running now, i have yet to be taken that serioussly in that field for a plethora of immature reasons...regardless, this is the time where my generation advances and stabilizes themselves professionally and even might get married with kids ....but in addition, this growth may also mark the passing of the torch mortally.  i've gone to my share of weddings the past few years, but coincidentally for whatever reason, the death toll of acquaintances has also gone up...things hit you when you're finally ready for it but you're never ready for anything thats about to hit you.


my uncles son passed away unexpectedly sunday evening...i've never met the guy, but the way it affected the people around me put a pretty quick stop to fun in bangkok (we found out while in the car driving from bkk to pattaya)...anyways...we rushed back to singapore/jakarta to attend the wake last night and the creamation this morning....completely surreal. no one really ever knows how to react in this situation, there never is one good way to respond and be there for others and that process, for me, took a while to learn. its good enough just to be there with family even if you are acting uncertain, wary and scared, they appreciate your support and respect and just need people, especially family to be around them....and in just letting yourself be there you make them feel better and they make you feel better....


i dont think you can help thinking about your own family when watching others in poignant situations...and its sad that tragic occurrences are what increases value to the priority scale...but i guess that's just human maturation...


 


 


weddings are weddings.....but the afterparty.....thats a different story....






 

spent the last 5 days in bangkok chaperoning sis and mom doing exactly
what i did 1.5 years ago...and so whilst they trotted on day tours to
wats and palaces i spent most of my days with my aunt scouring the back
alleys for hidden non-diarrheal delights...and after walking 10 hours a
day, i can confidently say that even without knowing how to pronounce
any of the street names for cab drivers to understand, i know bangkok
like the back of my hand....grilled plaintains, fried cuttlefish balls,
coffee coffee coffee for breakfast, pad thai, papaya salad, curry
curry, fried fried fried meats and seafood for lunch and dinner...and
then...when walking got tiring and eating got uncomfortable there was
nothing like a 2 hour thai massage for 10 USD. =)

back in s'pore....jakarta tomorrow.

pictures will still have to wait...

ps: i did take a thai cooking class as well...feel free to sign up for my next bbq =)))

@ changi....just came back from kuala lumpur....did nothing but EAT and MASSAGE.....i actually got a massage while having dinner...it was embarrassingly awesome.....hahahha....


heading to bangkok tonight....


 


find me. =)

pirates of the carribean sucked....i slept through 80% of it....dUH!
it almost doesn't seem right to be posting entries without pictures...the excuse for the time being is that i don't have a camera....

anyways....i'm in singapore right now..and the 3 day wedding is now over...congratulations to erwin and alice!!...met tons of new friends....and got uber wasted saturday night...
and only semi-buzzed last night amidst a conversation that encompassed the topics of 15 year old girls, 40 year old mothers, the great wall of china, ex boyfriends and skirts and above all 'rationalized immorality'

i swear im not a bad influence -

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i'll be heading to kuala lumpur tomorrow and off to thailand by the weekend....i'll have my taiwan number on for the time being

cheers!
there's a been a noticeably big decline in the customary next morning
drink and drunk blogs and lord knows my lifestyle hasn't taken a turn
for the mature...the only excuse for a group of reunited lushes is that
we've just been too consecutively incoherent or having too much fun to
be reflecting and transcribing each nights' events....but now that my
month long visit is over (filled with great times an increased 10lbs
and a spike in liver size) poignantly reflected upon during the severly
hungover first 12 hour leg of of my flight, i realize we're
crazy.  at the rate these stories are accumulating...5 hours just
isn't enough for those narcissistic, vsop, scrabble nights



im going to have to do some sort of timetable (ala bill simmons) for last nights events to fully document the last 2 days.....



WEDNESDAY JULY 12



12.30 am  - arrive at marquis - keep in mind we all had 1 beer, 1
carbomb, 1 tequila, 1 drink @ toad hall prior to hitting up marquis
(john du and chomo wanted to make sure i left the same way i arrived)

4.00 am - kunjip - its unfortunate that the ahjimah wasn't there...

5.15 am - somehow manage to fenagle a cab to JFK in which i end up
arguing with 3 separate women because singapore air messed up my
reservation...

8.00 am - and with no hope in making my flight i get a cab and end up back at hoan/frank apt

12.00 am - groggy and awake to rebook my flight with sing air



here's where things get interesting


4.00 pm - frank IMs me to defrost the kalbi

5.30 pm - tran comes home with 3- 40s

6.00 pm - with harold and kumar on tv and power hour in full effect, we're finished with 2 40's right when frank comes home

6.30 pm - 1 more 40 finished alongside 5 molson ices (for the record:
franks moms kalbi and  bulgogi are absolutely delicious)

6.35 pm - car is downstairs and waiting - i convince frank and hoan to come to the airport for the ride

6.40 pm - hoan is doing his hair

6.45 pm - hoan is cutting his toenails

6.50 pm - hoan goes back to check out his hair again

7.00 pm - hoan changes a shirt for the 5th time

7.10 pm - finally in the car and on the way to pick up victor

7.15 pm - picked up victor at chomo's, said goodbye to jen diana and chomo

7.20 pm - our driver jesus says its okay for us to drink in the car and we stop for a leak and 12 beers

7.30 pm - severe traffic but she's got a tight body

7.40 pm - she still got a tight body

8.00 pm - hoans got a tight body

8.05 pm - bloody hoan

8.10 pm - pull over for leak

8.20 pm - arrive at jfk with 2 beers left, kind of nauseous car ride
feeling but still reeling from victors late night story with a girl

8.45 pm - checked in and headed to the gate...

8.46 pm - hoan says hi to some woman pissing off her husband and
causing him to chase us down with the "WHATS SO FUNNY KOREAN DEATH
STARE"

8.47 pm - OH WHAT THE HECK...15 minutes till boarding, so we make a
quick scramble looking for a bar (somehow we miss the closest bar) and
end up buying 12 beers at au bon pain

8.50 pm - i dont know how this happened but frank, hoan and victor were
all on line with me at security checkpoint double fisting beers....

9.00 pm - i don't remember much after this but im sure a "DOWN IT BITCHES" line was in there before i left

9.30 pm - im passed out on the plane

11.30 pm - i wake up only to realize that WE'RE STILL TAXI-ED!!!!!  OH THE HEADACHE.....



apparently i missed out on a whole bunch of other shit afterwards...but "who knew going to the airport could be so much fun"





















at this moment...i am supposed to be severely hungover at LAX waiting for my connecting flight to singapore....instead....i am back in the city lounging around waiting for tonights 9.30 direct out of JFK.....WHY??...CUZ THEY MESSED UP MY TICKET....

i guess its tradition amongst "us" to send everyone off in a useless state and the lops made a valiant effort to add me onto the list of; larry's airport puking experience, chomo's airplane bathroom puke on the wall experience, and wills puke in airplane bathroom during takeoff......and so the plan was to leave in the same fashion i arrived.....marquis and kunjip......and as karma would have it, maybe because i didn't get completely effed up, i got completely effed by the airline.....and after 2 hours of arguing with the woman behind the counter i gave up and cabbed it back to the frat house getting to the door just as frank was leaving....."it's just soo hard to quit you"
2 more days left...and of course victor tried to convince me to go on a 3 day last supper binge....most likely of fatback and bacon...i wisely declined...and so with 5 days of weekday partying under our belt...saturday was best left to retreat to bbq and pool where we polished off 5 steaks, three racks of ribs, pasta carbonara, fried rice, 20 burgers, 12 hotdogs and even on resting nights 2.5 bottles of vsop....all whilst chanting the theme of the weekend "she got a tight body" right alongside victors tight-mobile and ass assassin....you readers need not understand all these inside jokes, just enjoy the video below.....hahahaa.



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the resiliency of our bodies....amazing and wretched all at once...

combination of being lazy and not remembering whats been going on for the past 2 weeks....here are some pictures.