November 2005 | 멍멍!

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?