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Friday, 08 February 2008

  • happy new years

    "a heart that's full up like a landfill,
    a job that slowly kills you,
    bruises that won't heal.
    you look so tired-unhappy,
    bring down the government,
    they don't, they don't speak for us"

    -radiohead

     

    happy asian new years. if you have haven't made any positive new years resolution yet it's not too late.. for us yellow people. so yesterday was the new years and it didn't start out well with me. my vehicle license plate was stolen. they stole the front one sometime after christmas and before new years. this time they stole the back one with the sticker.

    yesterday my car broke down on jamboree and barranca. my insurance asked me where I want my car towed so I told them it's gonna have to be a bodyshop. they told me there's pepboys in costa mesa so I agreed. I got there around 1pm and the guy, richard, told me it should take about an hour before they could look at my car and that there'll be $90 fee(before tax) to find out what's wrong with it. I didn't like it but I had no choice.. if I want it towed elsewhere it would cost me at least $150 anyway.

    after 1h 30mins later.. they told me it was gonna take 3 hrs...

    after 3h 30mins later.. they told me it was gonna take 4h 30mins...

    richard says, "sorry.. it might take awhile but we always try to finish the same day"

    5hrs later my buddy ak came to rescue me from  my depression. went to his house... had a bottle of stella artois... I get a call back sayin "half-way through checkin out what's wrong with your car.. our one and only technician went home... he was working my diligently with previous cars and he's very tired."

    wtf

    he continues "so far he found out it's not your battery, alternator, or your starter... and one of your cylinders is good... and that's all we know for today. we open at 8am and your car will be the 1st one to get checked out... your car should be done by 11am. as our apology we'll take out 10%."

    this morning 11am I call them back and now the technician will be arriving at 12:30 due to a meeting.. I'm still waiting for their call.

    I missed work yesterday and today.. this is not good.

    please.. just remember one thing: DON'T TAKE YOUR CARS TO PEPBOYS

     

     

Monday, 24 December 2007

  • most people feel sorry for me. I don't know why.

    "I think the whole world's goin insane. I fill my mind up with liquor, and drink away the pain"

    -mobb deep

     

    it's true. I could feel it. most people do feel sorry for me. it's probably due to my somber facial expression. my close friends and family know that I just cannot smile on cue. if I try to smile on cue it looks very unnatural and retarded. whenever someone wants me to pose for a picture I get nervous since I know they'll want me to smile. most people I meet have absolutely no problem smiling for the camera and I envy them. as matter of fact I'm very envious of people who live a very functional life:

    -people that study hard when they're at a age when their brain is able to absorb lots of information. I'm guessing the ages between 14-21... which pretty means that they'll be graduating w/ a degree by the age of 22.

    -people who get into a relationship w/ opposite gender so they could get married when they still have their young healthy looks. I'm guessing ages between 18-25.

    -people who start their career by the age of 23 so that they could save up enough money for a diamond and be able to put down 20% down payment on a house by the age 30.

    -people who're financially stable in their 30s so that they could pay for all their childrens' needs and is still able to be the cool hip parent who take their sons to sporting events and daughters to cirque du soleil.

    -people who could afford to drive mercedes benz and be respected at their local church as an elder in their 50's.

    isn't this what is considered a successful life? of course the correct answer is to live your life Christ-based and to worship God through everything you do. but I'm not interested in correct answers. you ever see a guy who looks very low life-like attend a korean church? I have. just imagine a white guy in his 40s, face looking like Jesus in most paintings, yellow t-shirt, jean shorts, and he starts a conversation with you. how would you react? I would suspect that this guy's insane in the membrane. I would give him very short answer and leave asap. let's say he goes to your EM service... would he be welcomed? would anyone give a rats ass about this guy? wouldn't it be obvious that this guy's a loser? homeless? crazy? have nothing to offer? drunk? likely to pass out in the church parking lot? keeps talking about how beautiful oriental women are? wouldn't this guy keep annoying your praise leader about using him as a congo drummer?

    I'm pretty sure most people will be thinking what I'm thinking: get this white trash motherfucker outta my face!

    that's right. don't let no bum ruin your romantic christmas this holiday with your loved ones. don't give them cash cause they'll buy drugs. plus... unlike church offerings it's not tax deductible.

    every year I learn more and more about the value of money. money is very powerful and important. I've finally realized that you cannot live without money. even if you have a dream or goals... you won't be able to achieve it without money UNLESS you're willing to make a big sarifice. I mean a humongous sacrifice:

    -eating ramen daily or at least not spending more than $4 for full days' meals.

    -sleeping no more than 4 1/2 hrs a day. classes/ studying/ internship /full-time job won't let you sleep much. 

    -no more hanging out with your buddies on weekends. need weekend job to pay the bills.

    -absolutely no girlfriend. for obvious reasons.

    -no smoking. waste of money.

    -no drinking. makes you lazy.

    if you could follow these rules for at least 5 yrs you'll have what it takes to be successful. as for me, I'm not disciplined enough to do all that. I won't last a month without braking at least one of my own rules. or maybe I don't even love, whatever my passion is, all that much.

    the point is... unless you're willing to make a big sacrifice forget about your dreams/ goals cause most likely it won't pay your bills... how're you gonna live with a roof over your head if you're not gonna make money? so if you're a average joe like myself: get yourself a job that'll pay the bills. average man cannot achieve greatness. average man don't pay the bills on time, will make no more than $40,000 in their 30s, will waste your hard earned money on cigarettes/alcohol/girlfriends, spend more than what we could afford, etc...

    however I think there're pros on being an average guy such as: no need to take great risks, have girlfriends, have fun with friends on weekends, pig out whenever you want, sleep 8 hrs daily, etc...

    if you don't like the fact that you're just average.. just drink that beer and forget about it. merry christmas.

     

Monday, 03 December 2007

Saturday, 20 October 2007

  • tales from bellflower

    as I'm writing this right now(3am).. ghetto bird just flew by with spotlight right in front of my entrance door. I'm not really sure what's going on but it looks like something's gonna do down. As I was walking to my apartment at 2:30am half drunk... I noticed that a cop was following behind me... when I got close to my door I saw like 10 vatos chillin outside at my neighbor's porch... I saw many empty bottles of corona, loud mexican mariachi type music w/ funkyass bass... so I warned them "5-0, 5-0"... then all the vatos were warning one loco to another "po-po, po-po"... my neighbor yulisis, who was topless at the time, quickly walked inside his apartment. then the cop arrived.

    pig: (with authority) who lives here?

    yulisis: what's wrong meng? I live heer.

    pig: hey what's goin on here? it's my third time coming here.

    yulisis: nah meng. first time. it's my first time seeing you.

    then.. "mumble mumble mumble" as I closed the front door behind me. and it seemed like the piggy walked away. by the time I came back to the living room after takin a beer piss, things got pretty crazy. I could hear yulisis through these thin walls/ windows.

    yulisis: get him in!

    (sound of someone being dragged inside the apartment)

    ...ground shakin...

    close the door. close the fuckin' door!

    you fucked up man.

    you fucked up!

    ...walls shaking, windows shaking...

    (sound of at least 2 guys fighting... slamming each other)

    hey!

    HEY!

     

    by this time... my roommate woke up w/ eyes wide open.

    david: dude, what's going on in here?

    me: david, get away from the windows.

     

    yulisis: (audible through the walls) hey! this is my house!

    THIS IS MY HOUSE!

    THIS IS MY HOUSE!

    why'd you do it man? why'd you do it?

    get him the fuck outta my house.

    get his ass out!

     

    then I heard a door opening and someone running out. cops were outside waiting for his ass.

    pigs: get down! GET THE FUCK DOWN NOW!!! everyone get down on the ground.

     

    then the remaining vatos(maybe 6 left) inside yulisis' house started to get rowdy again... I think the pigs were scared to go inside yulisis' apartment.

    within 5 mins.. ghetto bird flew by... more "get the fuck down now"s... 5 mins later I heard cops askin some questions like "where do you live" and "what exactly is going on here?"... then after awhile, the pigs said their farewells "alright guys, have a good night".

    damn... I'm just glad no one had to use their ak, today was a good day.

    THE END

     

     

Sunday, 14 October 2007

  • woke up drunk

    I had fun this weekend. all these beers, mix drinks, egg rolls, and cambodians somehow made me look back into the 90s. love was definitely in the air in the 90s. it was all very romantic to me. it's just my personal experience but 90s had made a huge impression on me. even the new songs I listen to are somehow based on the songs in the 90s...   

    remember devante? jodeci? these brothas are really talented... actually most brothas are just generally talented.

    I remember slow dancing with a cute girl to this song at my jr high friday night dance... but not as cute as the girl in this mv.

    weak had made a huge permanent impression on my psyche when I was in 6th grade. I remember this song from great america. these putakinomo girls from other school were making a music video to this song. I was walking by watching them lip-synching through the monitors placed outside of the great america studio. then later that night I heard weak again on the radio. it was very romantic moment to discover that a song in our memory could capture a certain emotion that we can't even express through something limited such as words. but if I had to attempt to describe that emotion... it's like when you feel and know that today is gonna be a fun day and as long as you can occasionally have these emotions... your life ain't gonna be too miserable. 

    korean songs always make you feel very vulnerable. do not listen to korean songs if you're trying to be the cold calculated samurai type.

    oh yeah... it ain't the 90s without the real compton g. check out how youthful his voice sounds!