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I remember when i was in 3rd grade, my dad would always tell me to get Puma because he thought those were the “coolest”. I always said phooey to that and got my Reebok pumps. I always associated Puma with cheap shit because it was cheap shit. I think it was really popular during the late 70′s and early 80′s. But now that it’s the 21st century, all the cool people are wearing Puma, and prices for it has gone up so much. Damnit! Anyway, if you read my blog, thought you might be interested in 30% off Puma stuff this weekend.

Theresa mentioned something about crushing heads, but I don’t know if that is literal or not. If it is, sure I can help, if the guy deserves it. I can even find some crazy friends-of-friends who do it for fun all the time. (The ones with gazillion scars and who think stabbing people is funny and who’d start up their own version of fight club if they were smart enough to think about it). If it’s not literal. Then… whaaat–?

Yesturday night I was up when my mom got home, and she looked a bit tired, so I gave her a shoulder massage. She tensed up ever so slightly and asked me suspiciously if I wanted anything or if I did something bad. I said no, but she still looked a bit tense. I said, “Jeez mom, I haven’t done that in two years!”

She laughed but still looked a bit suspicious.

this la times article made me tear up.

I’ve been noticing I’ve been saying “good deal” and “honestly” a lot. I need more buzz words to throw in the mix that isn’t profanity.

An interesting slate article about the power of habit.

so this morning, I IMed joyce

me: i was watching the simpsons yesturday

me: an old episode where homer is the head of the union

me: they NOS lisa up

me: and she starts trippping!

me: and then the beatles come by in a purple submarine and go, “hey, it’s lisa in the sky” and ringo goes, “but no diamonds”

joyce: joyce is sleeping.

me: oh, who may this be?

[pause]

joyce: This is her mom. I log on with my screen name. I don’t know what is going on.

me: Oh. my apologies.

me: Good day.

joyce: Good day.

Ok, sorry Joyce! I hope she didn’t get the references! I mean it’s the simpsons right? Sorry if she does!

Who do you think that is

“WHO do you think that is?”, my friend asked, as we waited at a light to make a left turn.

“Who?”, I queried.

“That asian girl in the car in front of us.”

She looked eighteen, and quite pretty. Her complex was clear, her eyes double almonds, twinkling even from the distance. She looked bored.

“Well….”, I started, “Her name is Jenny Wong. She’s chinese. She’s just graduated high school and is going to Berkeley, but she doesn’t really want to go to Berkeley. She wanted to go to UCLA but she got rejected. She has a vague desire to be a doctor, but that’s only because her parents pushed it to her for so long.

At school, she’s popular, but she’s grounded and isn’t conceited. Last week she lost her cool because her and her boyfriend broke up a month hence, and they had a heated argument. Her boyfriend was formerly her friend she has known since she was 7. In fact, they are the best of friends. She plays the violin, and she’s good enough to impress, but not good enough to go into a career, which she realizes. Right now, she’s driving to say good bye to a friend who is leaving in a week to Vanderbilt.

Her favorite character in a book is Holden Cauffield. She likes the smell of jasmine in the morning time. She likes jasmine tea, and her favorite color is lavender, but for clothes, she prefers simple and clean cut. She likes tall asian guys, but there is this one half japanese/white guy that she really finds attractive. She…”

By that time we made the turn, and she was lost to our field of vision never to be seen again. A small car passed by us, with a 20ish year old girl behind the wheel.

“Your turn”, I said.

At work today, I received a comment from a client that one of my designs wasn’t “feminine” enough. i thought that was hilarious since her website right now isn’t feminine (or artistic in any sense).

Joyce apparently had a dream about me. I had a dream too.

I find myself in front of my computer, chatting and browsing the web. I stand up, and I notice my roommate Bao standing there. I say to him, “This is a dream huh?”

He says, “Yes it is.”, with a slight ain’t-it-dope satisfied smile on his face.

I respond, “Oh shit, i can do anything I want.”

As soon as I think up some perverted stuff, my heart starts beating faster because I can feel myself waking up. Then I wake up.

This blog may look the same, but I made a lot of technical changes to it so it will be easier to totally change the design and layout, and even have multiple layouts existing at the same time. Next is my personal profile that I have been neglecting to do.

Circus Disco was nothing unusual, pretty fun. I got kind of frustrated near the end when I kept on dropping my glowstick when I’d try to do a trick. I was getting pissed. In any case, my plans for this weekend including nothing. God that sounds so lame…. and my muse right now is totally gone. At least the muse that goes here.

Well, since Jujubeats got cancelled, I guess my weekend plans will include just relaxing, and organizing stuff at my apartment. I so need a break right now. Work is tiring, even though I do what I love (but getting paid to do something somehow becomes more stressful after awhile). In any case, I’ll be going to Circus Disco tonight to get some needed dance on.

For all those hopeless game addicts, move to korea.

Echo is my newest obsession.

Cyberfest was like… WOAH. A total adventure.

First I found out that I was cut from the guestlist. That was bad. Worse was when I found out tickets were sold out. Even worser was the fact I was on something for the first time. I somehow managed to find a scalper (trying to walk across very bouncy concrete and very tall grass, muahaua) and paid him 60 bucks for a ticket. I somehow made friends with some people in line and cut in to save time. I somehow snuck in a big bag of eh, herbal medication, hidden in my crotch past security (because I was the only one wearing tighty-whiteys) . Once inside I was wandering around for a long time. I finally caught up to Jeff, Steve, and Greg just in time (they thought I was arressted), and I had fun for a few hours.

But this girl seriously made my day. She’s the sexiest girl I’ve seen and talked to in recent memory. Dancing for her was actually a pleasure. More later.

me and shozo are sort of at a war to see who can whore themselves most on the Internet. We had a discussion the other day because Shozo’s site gets around 2 hits a day, mostly from me and him, so I was like, “hey if you want to whore yourself and get some hits, be like those asianavenue.com people and sign EVERY SINGLE guestbook you can find.” at first he wasn’t partial to the idea, but about an hour later he IMs me to tell me he signed 50 some guestbooks. the WHORE.

here are far less intrusive ways to make your blog better.

in any case, i was about to start hardcore whoring and I decided to run through theresa’s list, but then i got to aileen’s site and i realized she didn’t have a guestbook. and i actually started to read the blog. #1 rule in whoring yourself– don’t read other people’s blog. get the title, the layout, and pretend you read the content and then sign the guestbook with a flattering ass-kissing remark.

so anyway, i got stuck on her site and i never got to whore myself. darn you shozo. darn you.

Explaining realistic things to naive people is kind of like explaining herpes and crabs to a child of seven. You aren’t exactly on the same level.

For example, sometimes naive people have no idea they are getting in the way of other people’s love lives. They fail to notice experessions and fail to build on facts and figures to make a judgement– or i should say rather that they make the wrong conclusions. For example, if you saw a used condom on the ground next to a you’d prolly guess, but a naive person would say, hey, they were transporting elemers-glue. Okay okay okay.

My point is that sometimes the brick wall is gonna fall and people will snap out of their naivity(is that a word?), and sometimes not, but we still have to wait for that to happen before you can talk to them about certain things. You have to see someone getting their ass kicked by the police or have someone almost die or see someone get stabbed (and see the bullshit events that led up to that stabbing) or see a best friend turn on each other, or police violating rights…. Whatever. You have to have shitty things done to your friends or you, and your idea of a hard life shouldn’t be your depressed and your parents prescribed you an anti-depressent. Not that you shouldn’t take anti-depressents if you need it (but for some reason i’ve noticed it seems every girl i meet nowadays is on them– am i a magnet for suffering?), but honestly, everyone should learn to try to live without them.

Live is worth living sometimes because of our failures and hardships, without suffering there is no pleasure.

Lauren: i am soo.. soooo.. soooo bored

Lauren: i’m filing for the second largest library in the united states

e y s a n: that sucks

Lauren: yes.. it’s probably the second most boring job in the united states

I have a confession to make. I was complaining about how hard it is to find a serious relationship. Aileen said hey, if you want to pick up on girls through the Internet, just put cute pictures of a puppy on your site. And I was like, that’s why I already do! … DOH! Slip of the tongue. But hey, it works.

Cute Dog Pic 1

Cute Dog Pic 2