A Crazy View of Life.

Online Distant life

2009-02-19T14:58:00.001-05:00

I've come to realize its becomeing hard to stay online as much as I did before. I'm not sure why, it just seems so... The only stables I seem to look at now, is Myspace and Facebook, with occasional updates with Twitter, even less occasional with Google Reader, and now rarely on any of my blogs.
I liked the twitter idea of just making a status, like you can on fbook, but even I get lazy on that. I have it the option to status from my phone, and yet I don't think about it unless I really will myself. I guess its not ingrained to condition myself to do it.
Maybe this is the precursor to other changes that can happen. After the session with the Psych, who described my personality profile results from the test, with eery accuracy, I've come to realize that past exposures have made me this anxious person with tendacies for socialness, but in rare form... Who knows. I'm bored right now and I'm writing on my least viewed blog because work sucks right now, and currently we're laughing about the chance to get goalsharing, because I know the company is hosing us... I wish I was more involved with numbers. Oh well, more later.

Energy Loss

2008-11-13T03:25:00.002-05:00

Quick thing... I'm very tired, from alot less eating today. I've been working out on a decent basis since December, and though I do feel like I've made strengths and gains in the past however many months, I thus far still have not shed any fat percentage... which seems to imply im not employing enough cardio and still taking too much calories and fat.. And the worst part is my roommate and the blondie have made noticable losses... Is it even possible to add strength and even shred fat? I think the mantra was bulk up and then shred... I don't know if I should just move to shredding, but I need to make changes.

Change has Come

2008-11-07T17:19:00.003-05:00

Change in deed.
Things to ponder.
1 out of 20 people on facebook posted ignorant statuses following the results... at least we know what their true colors are.
I didn't vote because I didn't find my station, but it doesnt matter because this county is always blue, and all my issues were passed.
I wonder why my boss says the reason i'm single is because of my idioscyncracisesej... ohkay i can't spell that.
me and blondie... still not talking outside work.
boss... trying to kill me with overwork...
Change has come.

Countdown to the return to the beginning of my blogging

2008-09-23T11:02:00.000-04:00

The End, and thus, the beginning, approaches nigh.
Also, it was Talk like a pirate day last friday.

I'm back, I'm confused!

2007-05-25T03:06:00.000-04:00

omfg, Google made me reclaim my blog. Apparently, I need a google account to sign into blogger, not my old username... crap... oh well... I need to get back onto my clandestine log.

Outback Steakhouse Commercial (Korea)

2007-01-14T06:47:00.000-05:00


You know there's a Hooters in Taiwan and China. You probably know there's Outback Steakhouse in Korea. What people don't know is that Hooters and Outback Steakhouse started in the Tampa Bay area. ... Amazing how a couple decades can send a company global.

A Wedding in NY, Big Day, Memorial Weekend Recap

2006-06-22T22:52:00.000-04:00

First off, I loooooove xangalock... keeps all you ghost stalkers in check... whooohoo...

I bet if I photoshop this, I can get them to not blink at the same time.

WARNING, THIS THING IS SOOOO LONG IT WILL TAKE YOU A DAY TO READ THIS! Be WArned.

OK, The big day! I don't remember who woke up first... But I bet I woke up early. Truthfully, I had my LBB in my hand when I woke up, because I was deep in thought about the speech. Of course, I was also apprehensive about this crazy thing Vicki's sister wanted me to do... Something about the John Travolta jig from Saturday Night Fever... YEAAAAHHH right... Good thing the brideside were already in flushing somewhere getting their hair and makeup done, so I just text Vicki sayin "No way am I doing that jig." That started off a concession debate to do the fox trot instead... omg... they want to kill me... by dance. So I looked up "How to Foxtrot in 20 minutes.... for Dummies," and now I know all there is to know about the foxtrot... for intermediate bronze. Meanwhile, like the day before, the house was coming back to life as everyone woke up. Jim was back to looking at his pristine Excel sheet about all the items to-do. Also, I was privy to the cool ceramic-like fortune cookies that would be used as place settings, and the menu... mmmm 12-course meal... I'm gonna have everything.

We're supposed to get to the church by 11am, or leave by 11am... I don't remember, but I do remember getting suited up for the drive. Back into my funky monky suit. Man, I am soo sexy; I would do me... I'm dammmn sexy ^^. hahaha. Got some pictures of the prepping, because the best pictures are ones you aren't aware of..

I'm leaving for Geo's place after the wedding, so I got all my stuff placed into Jim's Family car. Then... finally, its off to destiny... but first, drop the car off at the Honeymoon Hotel... at Foxhollow. Small snag on the way there... Jim lost the number for the Foxhollow Hotel place, but thankfully, my uber phone found the number (note, use 46645 for all your phone needs), and J was all go for the vehicle drop-off.

We hopped into the Dad's car, and high-tailed it to Chinatown, stopping off enroute to get jugs and jugs of coffee, and donuts... I had no idea you can get coffee in a box... first it was wine, then coffee, soo it will be beer... thank the gods...

Got to the church... Moved the DunkinDonut things up to the reception room. Then began this marathon of going to the Sanctuary to the reception room via a series of flight of stairs up and down... *ugh*. Did some prepping at the reception room, getting some refreshments to the fridge... yada yada... boring... some relatives or church friend's of vick's came up to help... or sit down... I don't remember, I do remember one looked like my Aunt JoMa. except my age. Man, whats taking soo long.

Friends and family were piling into the sanctuary now.

Jeremiah

Grandmas

Pastors and reverends.

Jim greeting everyone.

Hot bridesmaids @_o

My proudest CC moment: Jim sweatin to the weddies... Someone get him A/C!

My future savior (i'll tell you later)

Groomsman James

Ray and Me... Not fat-looking yet...

FLower girl, I want to wrap her up and take her back to tampa.

Ok, soo.. anyways, its getting to Zero Hour... We know the plan... Here's how it went down.
1) The mom's or grandmas came down the aisle and lit some unity candles..
2) As the Obasan's came back down the aisle, James and Ray followed behind pulling the wedding runner that said "And they lived happily ever after"
3) Me and Jim walk the right side of the aisle, following the pastor to the altar.
4) Choir music was supposed to play here, but it was lacking.
5) The groomsmen escorted the grandmas and seated them down and made their way up to the altar... the Bridesmaids followed suit.

6) The Ring boy and flower girl were supposed to come down the aisle, but they stopped midway and did the cute toddler things... everyone laughed. I remember seeing Vicki and Father behind the double doors, and Vicki was belly-aching from the riot.
7) Finally, the Bride and father started walking down the aisle to the pomp music, but they came a tad to fast, to which the dad mouthed "oops."

8) Jimmy received the bride from the father. Everyone prays
9) The Pastor says some thing, then the brothers of the two families came up to the podium to deliver scriptures to the audience, but they spoke too fast, and in low towns, so I wonder if anyone heard. Then the Older Reverend delivered the meaning of the scriptures and whatnot.
10) The Pastor does some more words.
The bridesmaids were half looking at the floor half looking up at the altar. Meanwhile, the groomsmen were trying to keep their hands in a uniform position... clasp in front or back... hmm...

11) The vows are given..
12) The pastor asks for the ring, and my turn to shine... I bring out the box and hand-deliver the rings to the Pastor. They did vows and gave rings.
13) everyone prays

14) Reverend presents the newlyweds to the audience... Jim kisses Vicki prematurely... Then the reverend says "you may kiss the bride" and everyone laughs... and Jim and Vicki blush.
15) The couple leave down the aisle, followed by arm-locked bridal party.

Omg its finally done. Jim and Vicki are complete. Everyone makes their way outside to do the rice throwing thing, but we replaced rice with bubbles.

I guess I forgot to mention that before the wedding we were waiting forever for the Photographers to show up and were going to use my uber phone to find them again but they showed up finally... And I think the lead photo guy made me the contact man for things.

So, now its time to head over to Grand Central Station to get bridal shots with the first string. The photo got my number in case there was a delay or problem (which leads to the future idea that I paid the photo guy to get closer to Liz =P) On the way over to Midtown via FDR, everyone inside started gnoshing on the ginormous platter of Maki Sushi rolls.... soooo good... ohh, and the limo was good and loonnnng... cool

After waiting for a bit at the terminal, the photo guys came and we did an hour long shoot at the station, punctuated by random compliments of "congratulations". Amid the shoot, a little rugrat came up and hugged all the females. creepy.

I still don't understand why I got the special treatment of "get closer to her" "closer!" except I have an idea, but it probably is crazytastic.

Afterward, we did some more driving, popped some champagne and headed to Flushing for the banquet.

Man, we finally made it to the banquet, held at this huge restaruant, a 2-story palace of food.... mmm... food... the banquest was on the Upper level, and preparations were underway to get it all setup... I guess we got a little early. So everyone started to get to their own duties, or just started doing any job, including setting up the Kara-OK in the greenroom. The MC came in and gave a itineray rundown of the scene and stuff.. Then we hit a little snap.
"wheres the photobox?"
"The waht?"
Then Vicki, already in a semi stressful and euphoric state, mentally ripped me a new one. I would gladly have driven back to babylon to get it, but I have no idea where anything is, and let's not get anyone killed on the expressway. Course, I just put a little distance from her and closer to the public, so there can be witnesses if I mysteriously die. Guests started to trickle in also, so James and Elaine manned the signup table... and Soso was standing under the dome thing. I showed Soso science with the dome's sound-bouncing coolness.. neat eh?

Guests were supposed to find their namecard on the fortune cookie and match it with the table... which wasn't bad... In the obscure part of the hall, ppl were playing mah-jong.

When enough people arrived, waiters with random food came around, and I jumped a couple of guys for the goodies... while the couple began wedding shots with guests.

Then the photo guys took a break and it came to everyone's attention that the Tea Ceremony was not done yet. I have no idea what that is, but apparently its big, and Vicki was going into shades of purple, added to the tightness of the dress... Finally, they got back and the Ceremony of Tea began, w/o me knowing I was supposed to be there to help... I was hiding myself near the bar getting juiced up, when the bride's mom calls me up to get to Jim's side to clasp his necklaces, all 2 of them, while Vicki got the rest of the jewelry. I felt envious of the girls pouring tea and stuff, at least they got something to do. I thought I was going to mop jim's brow, but nooo, he didn't want that... Some bodyman.

man, he looks bored, tired or sad... maybe i should tighten this necklace on pimpdaddy shek.

Well, finally, after what seemed like an hour, but really was 60 minutes... we got that tea done, and it was time to introduce the bridal party to the guests, a la grande entrez. Game plan is to have the couples walk out to the front of the hall, and do a twirly and then grasp hands in an arch... creativity galore... meanwhile I'm telling Lizzie about all my skillz I developed from the 20 minute videos of "Dancing with the Stars" and some foxtrot champion 12yr-old. ... yeah, I'm alll ready for that train wreck... But, to at least pay homage to the 70's, we went out to the hall in style. After James Ray Michael (Jim's brother), Elaine, Soso, and Lisa did their own funky entrance... Me and Liz headed out into the crowd like royalty: she with the Princess Di handwave, and me with the over-the-top Celeb wave-and-kiss... then, we passed under the bridal party arches, I twirled Liz (which was borne from the couple practice turns in the hallway), and then we arch-posed like disco celebs... Yeah, I want to steal some limelight . Then finally, the newlyweds came out into the fray, and the crescendo-ing music and the crowd went wild.

The couple (JV for short), came onto the dance floor, and the MC told Jim that Vick had a surprise for him, and everyone gazed their attention to the screen, where a photo anthology of the two began playing. Jim was awestruck, and Vicki was beaming, as the two's lives were documented through time, up until the photos of separate beings blended into single pictures of the two together, ending with an hour-old picture of the two that I had taken and given to liz to finalize the slideshow. After the end, the MC asked if Jim was surprised, to which he nodded, and MC told Jim that Vick should deserve something, and Jim gave her a big wet one. And then I realized something... I hardly had ever seen Jim express this much affection with Vicki ever. ever... This boy was truly in love with her... and it would take an event such as this occasion for me to see that affection stand through.

Ok, so now its the newlywed dance, and JV get things started. I was secretly stabbing myself in the brain, trying to give myself an anneurysm, so that I could save myself from this foxtrot fiasco, but I failed that. Then the MC asked for the rest of the bridal party to join in, and I looked at Liz in the "oh hellz no tell me we don't have to do this," kind of way. Thankfully, God does love me, because the dance music was incompatible with foxtrot. Whew. So, its just normal dancing eh? I took Lizzie's hand with my left, put my right on her side, and we just glided on the floor (to my perspective... at least we didn't mow people down). JV were a few steps away and I could see them whispering sweet nothings to each other. You can see them a little relieved so far. I mentioned something to Jim on the floor, but I can't remember what it was. Oh well.. Thank god, the dance lasted a bit, and we were done, left to our seats at teh head table.

FINALLY... FOOD... (oh wait, I ate already... who cares!!! bring me food!) the beginnings of the 12 course meal manifested onto the table, I can't describe whatever foods came out because it was so many, but I will say that every bite I took was heaven... I mean, I died a billion times at that table. The steak thingy... the soup... the chicken... the uh... I can't remember the rest... and for the sole reason of me being so intertwined with the eremonies that I didn't get any food toward the end.

Anyways, during the feast of a thousand bliss, the revelers at the lower levels banged their glasses for a speech or something... I think to provoke some action... the MC made it a game all of a sudden... a kissing game... because Jim's lip skills were lax according to the MC, so JV pulled two couples out of crowd, including David Sahib (missed that boy) and his longtime woman (uh, emily... or hailey, I think?... sidebar: I forgot Sahib had a smoking fine wife-to-be, who is pretty smart too... we talked about her work over near Union Square, where she was some Market Analyst, my dream job I wanted in ny; ya know I never did talk to his girlfriend b4, even bak in the day... David chose good).

Anyways, the two couples were to make out as outlandish as possible, and JV would choose who to mimic... Needless to say, Sahib won with his exotic move which included bending his girl down in a toohotfor-tv moment. So, Jim and Vick tried to mimic it, and next thing you know, Jim's hands ran from an embrace to south of the border into a full-on moongrab. The crowd went wild. I think the head table was cheering. JV blushed, and the MC warned that if any more clanking occured, they ould be subject to a game too.

Food, food, bar, food, bar... Oh yeah, we had punctuated the food and hall with sporatic RIT toasts at the bar, with lines of shots all set up... compliments of this freaky uncle who was a real hoot.. I believe he was brideside. He loved being in a drinking segment.

So finally, it has came down to that time of the itinerary I loathed, the Cake-cutting, because my speech was next.

Ohkay, I was still edgy about this speech, even after comparing notes with the maid of honor, where I realized Liz's was very fairytale, and mine was child's play.

If you want to see my speech, go back a few posts. I will say this: Ithought I was ontrolling the room, but I think I got carried away at the end, since it WAS Rocky's theme song playing in the background. D'Oh. Oh, what I wrote and what I said, became very dissimilar, punctuated with shouts at Ray and co. I remember the end. "everyone, if you will stop eating for ten seconds and lift your glasses to the bride and groom" (ray)"You don't have a glass" (me)"Oh, I need a glass... oh, ok, this (heineken) beer bottle. Everyone raise your glasses to the bride and groom (music crescendos) to a happy night, many happy days, PEACE AND LONG LIFE!." something like that. People clap, jim tries to give me a hug as I almost hand off my beer to the MC; gave the MICROPHONE back, held the beer, gave Jim a hug, said "I love ya man, its all for you."

Liz's speech was cute... she brought a book. people laughed. I went bak to the food.. dam i missed some entree.

It has came to my attention around this time that I'm red, probably from the Glow, so I had started to drink nonalcoholic fluids to clear me up; next thing I know, I'm told to take every drink that is handed to Jim at these table toasts. OMG, Table what?! Fortunatly, Liz got thrown into this thing too, so we kept to the back of the party, only getting in sporatic toasts some of the time, and toasting ourselves half the time. (I think I said "don't leave me, I don't know what we're doing here" to her, because, yeah I had no clue) all I know is we traversed each and every single table in the hall, and that was about 60 tables... each lasting 50 seconds... Ok, running around that got me a little cleared up, and me and liz agreed our speeches weren't A+ material.

JV did the garter/bouquet thing.

I don't know whats happening here. I was somewhere else, wandering prolly, I know I put someone as a shield in front of me so I didn't get the garter... ahahhaha.

Vicki hanged into a hinese dress too. That way she could breathe.

The rest of the night became blurrier I think, but I'll sum up most the events... there was more dancing, and the dancing turned into a rave... the older people left, while the young ones went insane.

Me and Liz, the most important now, accompanied Jim to get our John Handcocks onto the marriage application and Catholic permission slip. then more dancing. The photo guy came again to do a wedding message to the couple... me and liz did ours together, to be uber cooler than the rrest. Then, we pretended we were sleeping during the cleanup to get out of work... ha!

Jon and I, utterly exhausted. By the end of the night, we were holding each other up.

And then we pretended we were sleeping--to the dismay of the newlyweds. We mutually agreed that he was the worst Best Man, and I was the worst Maid of Honor... ever.

That was quoted from Liz.

By this time I realized I had no way of contacting GEO about where he lived, becasue my cell died from the proactive use of the camera phone... I was freaking out... How am I going to get to Tump place... I know tits near the water, but I don't know where... thankfully, Lisa, the bridesmaid, my savior, mentioned that she had a place in Union Square that I could crash at, so I was like, THANK YOU. So began our after party where 6 people would fit into Fugi's car. But, before that, I hanged back into street clothes, said goodbye to Jim and Vick, thanked Jim's parents for putting up with me, said goodbye to the rest of the brideside party, and me and ray and James and chris (lisa's date?) and lisa piled into the car.

The funny part was that with the amount of people in the car, Lisa had to lie across three men's laps the whole trip back to the city. That , coupled with bad driving and bad navigation, made Mr. Toad's wild ride seem like a ferris wheel.

We got back to her place, Irving Place, everyone rested for a bit, then bar hopping to the nth degree, and some dancing (i did none)

did I mention drinking? Oh, we made chris, the white kid, learn to play drinking games, since he loves mandarin languages.

Finally, the post post party wound up, so I said goodbye to the guys, and me and Lisa headed back to the Irving Place, and watched this off-comedy BBC series that was comical in a british sorts. I passed out half way through and woke up toward the end. Lisa passed out toward the end. That's pretty much the end of this night. I was too bloated from bar hopping to think anything, except, this was a great day to get married. -To be continued-

Flickr source:all my flicker pictures... PS, no flcl happened during this day. i swear.

the drastic downfall of posts

2006-04-18T05:40:00.000-04:00

yeah, the rate of posts/month has dramatically plunged to almost nothing... its not that i lost interest... its that i've lacked focus... I'm gonna find another path. Maybe get a blog forum.

Man, i'm sooo fat... >_<

2006-04-12T23:06:00.000-04:00

Really. I think the best way for you to find out if you are a buddha is to look at yourself at a hollister & co mirror. Thats what I did. And I looked like... a fat cousin of me. except its me... Sure, my stomach can still handle all 186 lbs of me on a fulcrum for 6 seconds... but its still concealed in the fat...

I'm fat... fatty fatty fatty.

must stop eating past 7pm... really.

God I feel old when I don't understand technology after a thorough reading (Dual Core)

2006-03-20T06:47:00.000-05:00

First off, Honor in the alliance. Strength at Ironforge.

Now, this is how I feel old. Maybe you can explain to me this crap. What is Dual Core? I always thought Dual core was two processor chips working together and sharing the lode. Like Hard drive RAIDs and such. Isn't that what the Dual Core Xeon was? Now, I've been looking at Mobo and CPus, and when they say Dual Core, it doesn't seem to be talking about anything but one chip. Is it two core circuits on one block chip? what the hell? now I am confused after looking at the intel and dell site, and I haven't seen any dual core chip/mobo setup pics, under the chassis you know, to see if there is one or two sockets or such. And this makes me stupid. Stupid like drunk sorority sisters. I can't figure out the one thing... is it two chips on a board, or two cores on a chip on a board.?

I thought I saw Tim Vothang today...

2006-02-23T09:17:00.000-05:00

but it was some other guy... at the pepsi session... oh well. comment on that!!

I blame eveel zanga and its crappy blogging for my disappearance

2005-11-16T11:13:00.000-05:00

if not for the fact that I whore myself out to that crappy site for the sheer reason that all the other people live there, i would have been here on my beloved site, and i eventually would have had 1400 posts so far on my site... but nooo... whoranga sucked my life, and now I have no internet feed, so i can't do crap...

Now I've come to realize that my alma mater disabled my ftp site indefinitely, as noticed by the lack of a profile pic, so I have become SOL for a prof pic...

and to top it off, I have no vocation still, and I have not realized my true calling... piiiisssss.

jobs suck

2005-08-25T01:50:00.000-04:00

who knows what they want to do with life?

Doctors/Lawyers/Accountants don't count.

ESRB needs to fuck off.

2005-07-21T13:46:00.000-04:00

more next time... that is all

The job search

2005-07-01T11:22:00.000-04:00

Well, its day three of my unemployment. And thus far, the pickings, they be slow. As of now, I'm in gainesville at my buddies' house. I don't want to do anything but lounge around for the next month or so or until i get a reply from Ggate or Stetson. But I still need money, and I don't see myself as a daily goer of Derby Lane gambling. So, I guess I should find something. The venture with Van and his Insurance gig as opened up a new avenue to look upon. i've also decided to look to other fields too, ones that would have shitty pay like the Shitty Data Probing Company. Anyways... I hate my managers... they Suck Dick Professionally... thats all... I'm going to get me some chop Chae, and go to the mall, and get me some boba... I wish I could get to the mall now... oh well....

Oh yeah... Danielle Gamba is soooo hot... shes like the perfect hot hometown honey... with her freckles.

Fired

2005-06-23T18:22:00.000-04:00

So many synonyms for one word. downsized, reorganized, outsourced, laid off, seperated from employment... but its always coined best by the don. "Your Fired" and so i am... i never liked the people anyways, I just went for the hot women.

when xanga and life collide... it gets weird

2005-06-22T19:59:00.000-04:00

I work at the most heinous and evil place in the county. Its called SDP or special data processing. If you even google it, you'll probably get hits for names like NME NPE NLE, National Magazine( or Publisher, or List) Exchange. Think of us as the Publisher's Clearing house of the phone business... no stupid mails that say "HOLY SHIT YOU COULD BE A WINNER... if you have this number".. no, ours are sneaky... or not... It just says something like "we want you to call us and activate this number... and buy shit... and give us your CC, oh yeah and dont be afraid that MC fucked up your CC, you're all right with us." Yeah, this company is legitamate, for a small part (that labor issues spanning this company, and the lack of feedback btwn higher and lower level workers due to the level-concious-stigma, is still widespread), but people just don't want to buy mags... or do they... no... i don't know... i listen to these calls and I think to myself, wow, we must be like giving these mailers to rednecks or hobos or minors, but damned if i know how the hell they get these people to buy then, those troglodytes (thank the DC top lobbyist Abramoff for that word) find they don't want shit, and call the Customer Retention center to bitch, and the CS people cancel, and then I have to deal with listening to a 20 minute digital tape that doesn't mean shit because customer service cancelled the order... so is life as a supervisor of Lalaland... now... about the story...

CS had some new people come in recently, and there were two asians in the group. usually the asians that come in here are super FOb. like, "they still have hats on from the fields" inspired persona... besides this place is a wonderland candy store of eyecandy... albeit Milfs in their 20-30's or younger, crackwhores, geriatrics, convicted felons, et al. But these new trainees, these two, looked familiar... one looked very familiar, like this xanga girl I've seen before by random xsurfing, with a profile pict of her on a beach, with sunsets behind, (maybe it was on friendster, I'm not sure), the other was this beautiful Viet girl one who, surprisingly is xangalinked to people I know, even Cauca-tino Ryan. but, I wasn't sure about the latter... until I was confirmed by Rhyce.. and it was further affirmed when the latter and i ran into each other at the door of the building, and she goes "hi jon, ryan's friend," to which I reply "..." (ok I don't remember, but I don't think it was a good comback since I was broadsided by this icebreaker from Crazy land) so, it is the girl. what the hell are the odds of something like this happening at my company, the place i secretly loathe, the organization that I will burn down the minute I get a confo from law school or a job akin to van's miracle job offerings.

more later... apps to miami

cars, ebay, stuff

2005-06-21T19:52:00.000-04:00

need to find some stuff to buy sell on ebay... both... i have things ... many things... that i need to unload, like several ultimate choppers et al.

lull

2005-06-21T19:48:00.000-04:00

wow, who knew i posted 750 times on this thing.... i wouldve been a cool thousand if i actually stayed on instead of being a buster on xanga... yeah, fuck xanga.

life has become very grim in all aspects... it could get worse if nothing happens in the next couple weeks... i could go apeshit and burn down sdp... because i hate the place secretly and thats why i want to piss off all the people so much, and steal their cookies, and get people fired and shit on daves desk and blame that troll lee. but at least they gave me a arduous task that spares me from getting sent home early like everyone else did (dman, it would suck if i had to leave 3 hours b4 work if i needed every single dollar)... and, i think i did well in the call department... who knows... they reallly need to give me a raise, or i'll kill someone.

school... progressive... ATC

2005-06-20T19:27:00.000-04:00

myabe i should become an atc...

i'm too tired and nerved to type...
pray for broadband and a computer for me. thankx

Full circle (also, TAiwan Booth Babes)

2005-06-06T19:59:00.000-04:00

Yeah, if you noticed, I havented done anything much with the blog or xlog. i blame my working on hooking up with this chick, who could be vastly underaged. but I'll just adhere to the addled "Don't ask, don't tell" principle to circumvent any trouble. It works pretty well in situations such as "no officer I did not no with was a prostitute" or "No officer, I didn't know I couldn't do that" Ahh, all well that end well... come back you all... and when you do comment ppl, please remember to add your cell number and relationship status (hee)

ok, gtg do stuff that would make jacko look like oj... err... nevermind.,

rainie dayz

2005-03-14T19:34:00.000-05:00

wow, haven't been here in a month... sad...

Meteor Garden 1
Meteor Rain
Original Scent of Summer
Tomorrow
Love Bird
Legend of Speed
City of Sky (new)
Liao Zhai (new)
Devil's Slide (new)
Flower's Taste (aka Lavender 2)
Sunshine Jelly
Merry-go-round
Guess, Guess, Guess
Looking for these movies to watch, because Rainie is in there.... theres something about her look that gives me one of those pinings... I'm gonna find her or her sister (if she has one) and marry her.

English Name: Rainie Yang
Chinese Name: Yang Cheng Lin (???)
Age: 20
Birthday: June 4, 1984
Height: 161cm
Weight: 42kg
was part of girl band 4inLove (now disbanded)

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2005-02-10T22:41:00.000-05:00

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Dusting off the cobwebs of the blogger

2005-01-31T18:15:00.000-05:00

Its almost 4-6 months since I have been here... I'm sorry for the delay, but on a high point, no one, technically will be reading this, so I'm in the clear to write all my random shit again...

I was IMed once by this random woman who wanted to know about the sister of a classmate of mine from early high school. Tiff Smolsky. As it turns out the crazy woman purported to be her mother who gave her up, and that Tiff is really adopted... the mother wanted to know what the girl looked like, but I don't remember nor recall... I hardly remember Jennifer right now, except that Jen was cute for an intellect, and Jewish-y, and maybe Polish? I donnu. Anyways, I left my number blank so I wouldn't call her or versa since shes 35 and I don't want to contribute to any stalking issues.

Mons Venus... What can I say. I like T& A.... a bit too much this time... put down more than a C-note.

Sandy visited me again. Now, this isn't some girl visits guy thing, whatever that thing is, because I don't even know that thing. This is the second times shes came down to Florida... the last being in 2000, when we dind't have some airport fuck security, and I could wander through every fucking Airside terminal in the airport as I damn well please... Fuck you terrorists, you killed my joy.
Anyway, Sandy came to visit. I guess, when she asked me what was happening at the end of the month and that she might come and visit, my heart and mind skipped a beat.... really? I thought. I was stoked. Thinking back, I think she was the first girl I saw in highschool when I transferred to Taiwan. Conversely, she's the girl I overheard talking to the future crew that I was trying to hit on her in art class, which I do not remember, and that I have no penchant for hitting on girls... I mean, I think I wouldn't even recognize the heuristics of flirting... really, I'm aloof and naive.
Back to the story. Sandy visited. Yay, I love this girl... who else from high school freaking comes to visit me? NO ONE everyone in high school is apparently having it up in New York, so they're too busy to get out of freezin blizzards to enjoy some temperate climates. But sandy is a whole different idea; take a flight for four days to enjoy some sun sand and pirate booze. honestly, who can NOT get fond of someone that will take a flight all the way down here just to vist and hang. Granted, we didn't get to do too many other activities, nor did we get many pictures taken ( i forgot to take a camera, nor photos) but I can remember most everything that happened. That said, I wish it didn't end so shortly. Having her leave is like losing something special for a drastic period of time, which could span as much as 5 months to 5 years.... if we meet again, we could both be married with families... that is the price of time.. and here everyone all around us... well, me at least, is knocking up and getting hitched... Same for her side... what the hell is up with the states... you people need to stop procreating and marrying so early... bunch of horny bastards...

I think i lost my topic, and I'm too tired to state it or look it up, so i'll just come to the closer. This was the best weekend of the year so far. Already i miss the girl... what can eclipse this weekend, i won't know for awhile

Je suis desole

2004-09-27T21:45:00.000-04:00

Wow, who knew that having a job, and not having an internet/phone connection can seriously deteriorate the frequency of my blogging all across the board. yeah. I'm sorry... just check back every two weeks or so, choads.... luckily, i have one of the fewest computers at work that have access to the internet, but my opportunity to access anything is far and few.... I'm sorry... but luckily, no one is here, so i don't give a shit too much, heehee.

gtg... paying my byills.

Tired

2004-09-11T04:08:00.000-04:00

damn, fuck, another hurricane is coming... this probably makes up for the 20 odd years i've lived here and never felt the full fear of a hurricane... but I'm not afraid of anything, except my computers and car being destroyed... if anything, I have 10 untouched credit cards I can use to rebuild my life. gtg, moving things into my desolate, empty apartment.

moving on up

2004-09-09T05:58:00.000-04:00

Yeah, we're moving on up, to the East Side, to a deluxe apartment in the sky.

Jon's Addiction

2004-09-05T05:22:00.000-04:00

After fighting, with all my willpower, against going to the Derby Lane, I've realized I'm a gambling addict, for small-stakes crap poker. I think the height of it was me losing out the 34 dollars, then getting an advance on my CC for 57.99 ($50 + 7.99 fee), then losing all that too. This day last night, I was soo tempted to go back, even with a dolalr, to bet. but I tried to focus, and tell myself that i have no money, and I'm spending on way too much, and money can go to blow on other stupid shit.

Then I realized, this must be what a real addiction is. I certainly do not have this problem with cigarettes, though I bet this is the feeling Van gets when he is fuming for a smoke: the ever building volcano of frustration to grab your release in the form of what ails you the most. For me, it is the card game.

I wouldn't be an addict if i was winning, or maybe i would. anyways, the first 3 days of my poker in the Dog track was up, until my wallet was stolen. Then i was dead even again with profits. Then, I lost 60 dollars. Then i gained 140, lost 140, gained 180. then i lost 60. and now, 85. See, see the pain of gambling? its not even fair by all rights, the way the stakes are created. You can't bluff people out. Its sickening... Yet, i crave to go back, to see the flop, flop a set/straight/flush/boat. Yet, as of now, I have no money that is burnable, so i have to stop. I must try to stop, until I can get back my money from working...

sigh

Oh, if no one saw, I have a really nice rebuttal on Bush's acceptance speech on my xlog.

well

2004-08-31T02:59:00.000-04:00

um, I'm really needing to find a place to live. this living in a car deal isn't working for me.

Die Motherfucker Die Motherfucker Die MotherFucker Die Fool!

2004-08-29T05:03:00.000-04:00

Cross-blog post.

Law of average; Karma; Comeuppance; Bundy Curse; in short, this was the worst week of the year, maybe in 2 yrs. death, theivery, homelessness.

Fuck Bernoulli's Law. Alby's right, I need a vacation. (lost a lot of shit, so read if you want to find out)

This week has been bad for everyone, but personally, it was Mars Hell for me. After my loss on thursday, I had high hopes to get back in the game friday by hedging myself in a Holdem tourney, only to lose out 1/3 into the time. Actually, b4 the holdem, 30 minutes before the thing started, i was still in my bed, oddly dreaming about poker (a sure sign of meltdown), where zombies would chase me unless i killed them with power hands like straight flush, and the nine spade was a recurring card.

I experienced first hand how crappy the rules for this tourn was, (did you know that Chris Moneymaker, WSOP 2003 champ, got his ass handed in a tourn here last month?) and took a break to get my fried rice dinner. Came back. Kenneth, my friend from old Bible school, had a seat open at his table. I still had about less than $200 of winnings in my wallet, so i was up to break in $60; instead, the bitch dealer handed me $80 of chips and 2 $10 bills. Somewhere in the next hand or so, i felt a cargo pkt and ruffled up the two bills, so i pulled out my wallet and stuffed the bills in there. Over the course of the night my luck for the table (none-machine/human-manual shuffling) dried up to near-nil, where I was down to about ten bucks after 3hrs of play. The room was starting to thing out, and our table was shrinking. What's left of us disbanded and took up slots on other tables. 5 minutes later, I'm bust. Ken fared well, garnering over $100 today. As I got up from the table and started to the cash pit, I felt my pockets and came to the sad realization that I was without wallet. That made my day of hell.

My wallet carried over 110 dollars of winnings, ID, student ID, movie discount/Albertsons/CVS discount cards, my bank debit/check card, $30 store credit from gamestop, as well as the essense of the wallet itself (JDM wallet, bitch!)

Recalling the hours of play, its hard to think when I dropped my wallet, or where my wallet was to begin with: it could have been in my lap, since the bitch dealer was a bitch; it could have been in my cargo pocket or the loose pockets in this Hollister shorts. There could have been numerous suspects that would notice my wallet and snatch it instead of staying on the table, except one instance comes to mind: fat bitch.

(man, jenny loved to talk about fat bitches, how she hated them). At the table, my left was kenny, with his sandbag-wall of chips in front of him, from when he hauled out everyone's money. To my right was this fat red-neck white bitch who was down on her luck and needed to rub this gold Palms Casino chip for her luck. One point at the table, the bitch got up and dissapeared for awhile, while she had barely any chips on her slot. When she came back, she got out of her table and sat on ther other side, behind/right of the dealer, so she could be with her companion (who owned the gold chip). Ken expressed concern that she was eyeing his chip stack tentatively, and he wouldn't put it by her to steal a wallet for money (because, white people are the most evil in the world, duh). Its the most logical conclusion given that these table areas are close quarters, and people rarely look down on the floor near seats, except for a chip rack or something. Given that, its mores likely that it was the fat bitch that took the money. Course, I'm not all that likely to rule out black people neither, but fat bitch was closer.

A rough description of culprit, except bitch was more white trash with red hair.

This is another rough description of suspect, on left.

more remotely is the suspect as a black male, but you can't rule it out yet.

Anyways, distraught about my loss, the people said the ass/bitch could have chucked the wallet in a receptacle. So, me and ken scanned all the trash cans in the vicinity (except the women's bathroom; fuck I bet it was there) No lukc. Finally, I gave up. God didn't smote me for gambling (there is none); I'll put more backing under the "Bundy Curse schooled you (Al Bundy's theory of one's good fortune will be followed by twice bad fortune)" or more common "law of averages (all those winnings had to come back down somehow) plus the "nature of man (greed)".

Die Motherfucker Die Motherfucker Die! I hated everything as I left the colossal building of Derby Lane. Nothing felt benevolent in the world. Everyone was out to steal if they couldn't earn. Ken told me someone stole his VW antenna, and I told him he should pass on the burden. Why? everyone gets jewed. Might as well jew someone else. There is no happiness, happiness in one will breed sorrow in another (Zero Summer Theory). Looking at the Derby in the rearview mirror as I rolled out, I made a mental note to biasly hate white trash and fat chicks.

Its not just about me. Sanctuary in Lan Minez (game cafe) and a round of Doom 3/ CS took my mind off of the worst day that I rolled off the wrong bedside. I alled my confidente to vent, since i was on max pressure in my boiling point. van dropped the news about brian's passing from his battle with cancer and malignment tumors. I never knew brian to the extent that van knew him, but I did spend some time with the guy, and he was a very interesting character; he has lived through one of the most hardships we will seldom face. He won once, but I guess sometimes evil doesn't quit. Brian passed away on Wednesday in Hawaii, where he spent it in the care of his beloved girlfriend. I understand how the guys up north are dealing, since I had the same feelings when my grandfather passed away and I went apeshit in my apt and punched a hole in the wall. I am deeply saddened by the emptiness that was once occupied by memories of brian, as I did with Jackie back in Spring. But, the day has passed. Life is one step at a time.

Transformers: Car dbls as homeless shelter. I got back to the house, and found it to be dead-bolt locked. My stupid self-centered cousin locked up, and here I was, standing outside the door, with the defective deadbolt key. Man, its not my day for sure. I bored myself from 5am to 7 at Walmart to pass the time, even though I was surprisingly tired (given that I woke at noon). Then I drove back to the house, and slept in the car till Jojo went to work and I could get back inside.

To finalize the last item to clinch this as the most horrible week ever, (much like Rob Livingston's perptual worst day feeling in Office Space), for the 5th time since the season started, my VCE did NOT record the Stargate shows! This is getting fucking pissed. Who the fuck is turning on the vcr? I set the channels for Teen titans on saturday, and mad sure I turned off the Vcr, and I come back and someone turned it back on again! Now, someone is going to die. Don't you dare belive I keep that Beretta in my storage suitcase for no damn reason. There is a reason I smuggled that shit from Taiwan: so I can Shoot the fuck outta someone with no remorse. Brian knows what I mean since I shot him in the leg. I don't give a fuck about people now, everyone is out for themselves. Might as well blind them b4 they run amuck.

PS, for the first time (saturday) , I lost $60 from the nest egg; I'm now officially $60 in the red. And I still need to find a place to live. Also, I'm living on credit cards till I can get to the bank.

sorry for the missed post

2004-08-24T16:29:00.000-04:00

this damn blogger went apeshit on me... i'm geting kicked outta the house, so i need to find a place to live, and i need to finish my essay for college, but thats not really coming very well right now.... damnit.

fcuk

2004-08-11T04:11:00.000-04:00

no limit 100/200 play holdem sucks balzac. I came in 12k, went down, then up to 26k, now I'm back near 15k

i bet...

2004-08-08T04:34:00.000-04:00

that I could conceive a female blog journal, and post nothing but pictures of a hot girl with clubbing pictures, and i would get hundreds of hits a day. such is the life of cam-whores.

my life in hold'em

2004-08-07T05:51:00.000-04:00

I've been playing Online Holdem when I get really bored at night. so far I've amassed around twenty nine thousand play dollars. But today, as I post, I'm in a table where a player JimBari is eating up the table hands. In 50 minutes, he's gone from 2,000 to 14,000. Its sick. Sometimes its sleeper cards too. I don't know. I'm still getting used to strategizing hands. Most of these play tables just bet no matter what, and then bet crazy when they have something good, so I can decipher what they have, and fold. But sometimes everyone goes crazy and bets all-in pre-flop. I swear, this game is stupid.

also, its graduation time in Gainesville, and angela is grad'ing from there (I think, given projected graduation times). I find that she is really some elusive girl, whos fancy can dart from one suitor to the next. To make anecdotes to tv, she would be the Shelly in that 70's show (if you can figure out who Shelly is) I haven't spoken to her since Feb or so, but thats prolly since i burned that bridge and theres nothing left to get back, except maybe the Mario Party game I let her take to Boston so she wouldn't get bored, but thats pretty much it. Life in gainesville has waned too as there maintains less and less reason to go back with each semester. The onl reasons I would ever venture back to the campus area would be 1) party, 2) lan games 3) drink night 4) watch videos on van's tivo (I mean, computer). Other than that, I've grown fond of the sendentary life here, sans job, sans money, sans life outside the bubble, but thats come to be expected when you've surpassed school and everyone else is either far away or in school.

Stupid Literary Analyses

2004-08-04T05:40:00.000-04:00

Back in 8th grade, we went from just spelling lessons to reviewing "anne frank." Lets just say I sucked at trying to make up some bullshit point of view for every work of literatre and poetry. I'm very sure that the Stupid "Hollow Men" poem by Frost can not be viewed like the "Wizard of Oz," yet thats what my group did.

Its not just works either. What about songs. What idiot in their right mind would try to create an analysis for a song other than its face value? Is there supposed to be depth, deep inner thought with "American Pie" (The song, not the XXX Movie). I don't think so. Well, maybe.

Which brings me to todays song of the day. Hallelujah By Cohen. Covered by several artists including KD Lang, Jeff Buckley (West Wing song), and John Cale (Shrek). I thought it was about god or hymns or something, but someone took a different view and said that it really was a euphanism for a girl ripping the heart out of a boy. You google it and tell me what you think.

What If

2004-08-02T03:56:00.000-04:00

Do you find it odd that I can be more aroused loitering at a Hollister & Co. store, surveying the eyecandy, than at famous strip club Mons Venus, with their prime cut dancers and lap dances? Yes, maybe its because I know that the dancers are doing a job, so knowing that you can pay them to gyrate on you isn't as fullfilling enough; and you're pretty much uncertain about everyone's age at teh club, and most likely if you think they have boobjobs, they do. At these surfer co. stores, like AE, A&F, Aeropostale,Hollister, etc., girls in short shorts and tight shirts promenade around the aisles, looking for even shorter shorts and even tighter shirts. This is a different departure from Forever 21, where the name of the game is slut slut slut and cheap. Sure, there are hot girls there too, but they come in the "high-maintenance" area vibe; plus, theres no men's section to give me an excuse to be there. I also have a vibe for the surfer style girls, ie, the aforementioned stores, sans XXI. But mostly, its for the Hollister store, because the dark ambient light puts the women in a soft glow thats more arousing, than the hard lighting associated with the other surfer stores. thus, I always pass through hollister and linger inside the store more often than the other stores, becasue the girls are nice, and most likely younger than me, and still thin. nice legs too.

also, I find that, with an enticing picture, ppl will start flirting with you. like with this one
I used this picture as a profile for one of the online poker casinos, and random guys start chatting me up while hands are going... (yes, this girls hot jailbait, isn't she). Makes me realize, guys are dicks, they want sex. luckily, i've transcended that urge, and embraced the words of Nietzche. Which is why i don't get turned-on fervently at Mons Venus.

FREE IPOD, get it now. Follow the directions, don't be stupid

2004-07-31T09:54:00.000-04:00

OK, things you need to get a free ipod.

Its true. It may seem like a farce, but you can actually get a free ipod, stupid. Noted technology watchdogs like Gizmodo, Engadget have lauded the viability of this offer, and ForeverGeek has disclosed that he received his free ipod a couple days ago. Even that Hottie on my SIR seems to have gotten hers. Me, I'm waiting on mine; oh, precious precious ipod. mmm, what wonderous things I will do with you. Course, overthe course of time that I have attempted to help you, the bumbling hoard, manage an ipodus gratis, you dorks can't seem to follow the directions that I gave out to you. so, in the way that I , the would be Technical Writer, can convey the simplicity of this offer, I will list your requirements and steps to get this.

Things you need:

1: a Spam address, or an email you don't give a shit for anymore (you need to check it at least too)

2: Some credit card, preferably one that you don't use, or one that you use often... relax, we're not taking your money, wino.

3: your address.

4: You shouldn't be an AOL member, but if you are... under your parents, you still are eligible (this is the least complex offer to master, which is why you shouldn't be part of AOL)

5: Finally, this link... No, really, this link stupid.

Ok, so you got it? good. This is what you do.

1: Click on the Link and register for a free ipod (you have to register for any contest or offer, so no bitching!)

2: Ok, so now, you have to complete at least one offer. The only offer that will give you the least Bullshit is the AOL offer (because, hey, AOL sends you rolls of AOL 9.0 CDs to open your own Sam Goody's store) So, sign up for AOL's 2 month trial. This is where your credit card is needed. Don't worry, pussy. Goddamn, you worry too much.

3: Wait a few days after registering, and check the status of your ipod. If you weren't inept, you should see checkmarks on your AOL offer, and the thing that says completed offer. Congratulations. now to deal with AOL.

4: Cancel AOL. Simple. Of course, some of you don't have balls to just cancel outright. So, heres a template excuse for the AOL op when you call to cancel: "Hi, I want to cancel my AOL account." "ok, and do you have a reason for leaving?" "yeah, AOL sucks, you made my sister kill herself!" "what?!?" "Fuck you! Just cancel my account bitch!" There you go.

5: Wait a week or two for your ipod. Hey, this isn't Fedex stupid. They send out Ipods every day, so wait your turn. Congrats, you got one!.

Happy? Now, Make Daddy Proud!

Everyone get an Ipod, follow the generation.

If you have questions, feel free to ask them so that I might yell at you for being stupid and not following directions.

The Famous Strip Club

2004-07-27T02:16:00.000-04:00

I went to the strip club. You may have heard about it. Its been noted by stars, jocks, and rappers the world over. It was in Wyclef's "Perfect GentleMan" song. It is Mons Venus.
Compared to other clubs I've been to, this one takes the cake. and fondles it too. well, most of the cake.

So, eight people went in. Me, Van, Scott, Troi, Tevin, Tony Foley, and Dave. Scott had the most Money, 300. The final tally for the Dances was:
Me:1
Tevin:1
Van:2
Scott:2
Dave:5
Troi:3
Foley:2
Tony:4
Basically, Dave had 4-5, the most. Dave also is the only one out of everyone who has a girlfriend.
Down the list of drama past lives, Tony broke up with his a year ago, but tony goes to clubs like catholics to mass. Troi has off/on's with his ex. Van with non-girl non-issues. Scott's first. Foley, I dunno, he's just happy. Tevin's first. And, well me, I am the Hyde of the group, half mellow, half apathy. Mostly Jaded and Pessi, but more of a don't care bunch. But most of all, I was picky as hell, and Tony and Scott stole the ones I wanted. Yes. Bastards.
The platter of women was fine quality. Speaking with the bouncer, the club runs host to 300 girls in its roster, usually its 30-80 on the weekdays, and peakends, its 50-100. Damn, the women were fione too... Fake and Real all around. My only woman was the cowboy girl, with her cowboy hat on and stuff.. One of scotts best was the long haired woman with the fringe on her bra, and everyone seemed to praise the asian girl, for half of them got at least doubles from her, dave mostly. I think he might have had three. I'm not sure. If they weren't roaming or dancing, they were on stage, going on the pole, or sometimes just touching themselves. But, the time did fly fast, and before long, 1am rolled to 530 am, and we all left. I left having spent 50 dollars, while others went a whole c-note. Damn, I want to get legs and brunette next time. I'm still picky, but next time around i have my choices so when they come around, I'll have my mental list... unless they get new girls... then I'll have t think again.

Afterwards, I went impulse and drove with the guys to Otown to chill at trois house, b4 we all went to Dimsum (chinese food) in the morning, followed by a 2 games of laser tag, where, with my experience in Counter-terrorism tactics and weapons, trounced the whole game in FFA melee. Since it was melee, the guys started gettin stupid; mostly tony. Him and Van were grabbing each others gunes firing point blank, and he did that with me. Scott was doing rambo shit with his God Vest (best with missing sensor points, so he would get hit less), just walking around like the terminator shooting people. I did sniping, camping, and assault. Also, my first vest may have had some advantage, or maybe scott wasn't using his vest to full capacity, because I rocked everyone in the first round with the highest score, and the accolade "Imperial Major." I don't mind that I fell backwards alot, and that I also fell onto my knee, sending waves of pain through my system. Thats the price of being the best player on the board. I kill in my sleep. I should be able to kill in my waking moments. Anyways, I killed. I'm da best, yay is me.

Thats the weekend, that the update for Monday-Tuesday. Catch me in a week for another update.

Biding Time

2004-07-23T05:51:00.000-04:00

I'm starting to understand slowly why rich left the blogger world. I myself find myself with less and less to disseminate about as of late. I've left stupid crap to xanga, because thats where the vultures feed. But, I've found myself with less and less things to write about. it probably is due to less drama in life, and more sloth activity.

I could talk about many things that recurr in my mind, but alas, I have forgotten them. Thats what this notebook I bought was for, but I have trouble writing things down.

I guess I'll work on this, and I'll try and have comments up.

otherwise, I'll try and set a regment of posting on SUNDAYS... only. Ok? If you still follow my words, come on sunday. wait, if I post sunday night, then you come on MONDAY, yeah, thats it.

All about unkempt nookie

2004-07-21T18:37:00.000-04:00

I think i realized something. Past crushes that we have yet to resolve will always point us to a yearning, rather than ones we already hooked up with. Don't ask me how, but thats the way it goes. Don't ask me to explain either, I'm doing very important work. heh

sigh

2004-07-20T05:15:00.000-04:00

my foot is going to be chopped off. phuck

What kind of lawyer would I be?

2004-07-16T15:24:00.000-04:00

The lazy kind!
I can't even amass the energy to fiill out a few appliations. I am the pure spunk of laziness. Oh, right, I have stuff to do. bye.

Zombie mode commence.

2004-07-03T03:50:00.000-04:00

I'm sooo tired. Today is one of those few days I've actually surpassed twenty four hours of insomnia. I haven't eaten anything considered food in 12 hours. My vast nutrition in substitute has been 3 bottles of bawls, which have sustained me thus far. I have no idea how I will be able to drive back, as I am tired as hell. I thought that Killing people would keep me awake. It did, keep me away, but in respite, it gave me no sense of feeling to kill or be killed. Mostly I was raped in most half the games. The other times I can't recollect how I dided, though every death probably ended with a shot in the face. Anyways, sicne I'm drink or tired, I am gonna stop here, because I'm tired. Working on comments.

ok... I did it...

2004-06-30T04:52:00.000-04:00

this is the fruits of google's labor in investing towards blogger and the independant blogger community... a new facelift... I have to work to put in some of the original stuff I had from the old site... like comments, and music, and links of people that don't suck. I'm still trying to figure out the identity of this site... will this be a personal site still? or a commentating one? It can't be both, I gather, because spreading my mind too thin will wear my psychic powers too quickly... And I still have fun bashing ppl on xanga. Its weird, lately I've been getting subscriptions from ppl I don't even know, and its because they like my writing, though most of the time it tends to be colorful, biased bashing, or pure racism towards da man. Maybe thats the appeal of xlogs, stupid xanga, fuck them... Gmail is cool yay. Oh, and lauren dear, I don't need your invites, thanks anyways hunny, and stay unimpregnated.

Blogger Diversification

2004-06-17T20:14:00.000-04:00

Hey peoples, if there's any one left... really... sorry... I sold out to xanga for awhile... I wsear I posted something like this b4... anyways... I'm vamping some stuff on here... spurred on by my Gmail account... yahoo to gmail... hahahahhahahah, see? a pun, of sorts...

anyways, I'm seperating things. B4 I retemplate this site, I've diversified my thoughts... Personal thoughts go to bluesthought, and fucked-up dreams will go to bluedreemz. political and ramparting rants will stay here.
Note: theres nothing relevent in the thoughts blogger so far, since it used to house my excess test material... and its shared by a girl I haven't talked to in 16 months, yet she still has some admin rights.

gmail is cool

2004-06-16T05:29:00.000-04:00

I just like it... good thing any blogger user can get one... hey lauren, can i have yours? you prolly don't need it

dreamweaver, finale

2004-06-10T05:11:00.000-04:00

this is probably the last dreamweaver post before I spin it off into a second blog.

But unfortunately, I can't remember for the life of me, any part of it. Except that it involved hi-bounce balls, some girl running around scantily clad, some dilapitdated dorms, a movie theatre with the longest tunnel to get to a damn theatre, and light sabers, I think... really, I get screwed up dreams alot.

Regarding the political campaigns, I'd like to take the ads all at face value... comparatively, Bush has more kerry-attacking ads than versa. This could say that bush is more cutthroat, or that his team thinks spinning the truth is the best way to win...and Keryy isn't a boyscout either... granted, he has almost hardly any attack ads on bush, at least in florida, his campaign eam needs to do some checking on what they say.

yes, this post sucks... I'm not feeling well...

must be this ebay blues.

dreamweaver blog birth.

2004-06-09T03:44:00.000-04:00

I have tooo many weird dreams... too bad I dont remember them at all when i wake up... but thats gonna change... I'm going to start a seperate blogger for dreamweaver, or dreamcather, or something... after I get some time to work on it. Its not productive when mother yells at me.

the day b4 the makeover

2004-06-05T06:08:00.001-04:00

Ok, this is the last post before I succumb to the new templates of new blogger... they are drastically different, but one of them looks cool, little circles and shit... and the colors aren't all that dfferent... so I'm going to think abou ti...

AHHH FUCK!

2004-06-01T05:35:00.000-04:00

I got hosed!!! Anyone who can send me a disc of AV software, Adaware, popup blockers, etc, SEND IT TO ME NOW, or help me get rid of this incessant search frame that keeps popping up!!!! HELP

wow, alot happens in 3 weeks

2004-05-30T03:52:00.000-04:00

I dissappear, and wtf happens? blogger revamps their page to some new ass interface that I'm not too familiar with as of now. Also, everything is weird looking, similar to how eBay is retooling its MyeBay page on their site. But, a lot can happen in 3 weeks. I went on a secret vacation to new york city for a week, w/o telling anyone of my immediate family. I slept in a crackhouse of a dissarrayed apartment, complete with whorecats, and I walked everyday around manhattan until 4am, so I could pass out when I got back to the crackhouse. I spent about 390 dollars there, not counting the airfare (175 round), and one diner dinner. But I'm back in florida, working on a documentary series that I will xpost, and maybe bpost too, but I'm more in favor of bitching to the democratic party and the kerry campaign for the recent flip-flops. Also, all my primary schools hate me, so I'm not going to be a top notch law student; aiming for the dregs now. And, finally, reading this book, "Brush with the Law," which was written by two students from harvard and stanford, detailing how they gave up law diligence to gamble and fcuk around, and still managed to graduate.

All in all, life still sucks, and I have no health insurance, and I'm looking for a nice spiffy job just in case,.... not a crackerbarrel bank job, I want one that pays more.

hello? anyone here?

2004-05-07T04:52:00.000-04:00

get ready, cuz I'm coming back!

Don't laugh, I'm really coming back... its the summer, I have to anyways... so gimme a holla on my comment thingy so i can see how jazzed up you are, whores

crushed again (multblog broadcast)

2004-04-27T04:24:00.000-04:00

The past hurts, and sucks

8 years. Its been eight years. Can it really be you?

I was at the I-plaza saturday for the pure fun of it. I wasn't really doing shit today, slept most of it away, after being rapped on by mom about schools and stuff. actually, i wanted to see about the long shirt/jacket from American Eagle. Walking around after loitering in Bose for an hour watching Spy Kids 3d, I saunderered past the Brookstone, the Oakley Store, the Sharper Image, past the Discovery store, and around the Beeper's N Phones. Around this time, I've been constantly glancing around, noting that this mall pulls out nothing by hot white chicks in skimpy "fuck me" clothes or tight jeans or shit. Its around the B N P kiosk that I glanced behind me and a girl caught my eye for a second. I returned to my normal scanning around until I realized at the next moment that I knew that girl. I turned back around and blurted, "Ashley?"

It was Ashley K. My first high school crush. In St. Pete High, in the IB Program. It was Ashley. It was her. What the hell?

Background: I actually went to IB at SPHS in 94-96. There were only three girls during that time that I had some crush on at the time. She was the first. I don't know why. She was just cool, and fun to hang around with. Her laugh was unlike any other girl I've encountered: It wasn't a Janice (friends) laugh, or an Urkel laugh... it was a half-women/man laugh that you only here from the Lambda Lambda Lambda nerds in the "Revenge of the Nerds" movies. Really pretty. Sandy blonde hair. thin frame. "girl next door" vibe. I had such a huge crush on her, but I blew my opportunity. That happened when she sent her best friend Labri over to me in freshmen Econ class and asked me, "hey, do you like Ashley or Denise?" (Denise was this other girl who I slightly was fond of too, but was probably wayyyyy out of my league IMHO, like how Troi gave up with Tanya back in sophomore year). So, Labri asked, and me, being stupid and having this habit of never letting people know my feelings back in those early years (I'm a fucking Onion, I gots layers), I said no. That was the end there. Nothing more could progress. Hindsight, it could have led somewhere: her not seeing anyone, and her having a light enough crush on me to send her avatar to grill me about my feelings, but that chance was blown out of the water. I attribute it to no direction from anybody, and the fact that I acheived the alltime school record of achieving a 1.85 gpa progress report for the first grading period of my freshman year. We were acquaintable friends. Talked on the phone, et al. Had alot of classes together (P-IB), some of them where she sat in front of me (she fit nicely into her jeans). Course, she had one commonality with me: couldn't handle IB. So, she dropped, went Trad, and stayed in the school by means of German class (loophole). Then I only had her in Drama class. The last few times I called were to ask if she could help set up something between her brother's girlfriend (her friend), and my friend James that liked her (guess the response). lost touch gradually, to nonexistence when I moved to TAS... that was in 96. Since coming back, I browsed through the SPHS senior yearbook, and noted that she still stayed there. From there, she and Labri went to UCF. That's the last I knew.

"Ashley?" "Ashley Ki-...?" I trailed off to silence when she looked up and stared at me. She was standing next to the Beeper's N Phones Kiosk. We stared for another second as she tried to recall who I am, given the 8 year gap. "You don't remember me, do you?" I said. "I remember, but I can't remember your name," she replied. No surprise there.

"Jon. Jon Chi-..."

"Oh yeah. Wow, its good to see you."

"Yeah, you too."

“You're all grown up.You’ve gotten bigger,” she commented. (I looked like a middle between Tevin and Tony).

“Thanks. You look great too.”

The guy from the kiosk comes up and asks her what she needed.She asked if she could pay her bill [for her cell phone, I’m guessing].The guy directed her to some other store at the other side of the mall. She thanks him and there’s a beat as I survey the conversation and we continue looking upon each other.

“So, what have you been up to?” She asked.

The conversation at the counter of the kiosk progressed for another 6 minutes.We talked about things I can’t really remember that clearly in vivid detail anymore.She was dressed in a black baby tee or baby tank.She had a nose stud, like my cutie shorty-Jessie. She wore kakhi pants that looked like they came from Hollister and Co.Actually, for a current image idea of what she looked like figure-wise, she looked like she would fit in as the model consumer for Hollister and Co. She had tattoos on the small of her back too, like all girls seem to have (I don’t know why you ppl do that).Sandals.

The conversation delved into what each other has done.I told her about the schools and places I’ve been to since leaving St. Pete and returning.She dropped out of 3^rd year in Orlando to go up to New York City to room with one of her friends (I will never understand how ppl, girls actually, can drop their life and move someplace far away all for a friend) for a year or two, and since then has dollied around the bay area (That’s been proven by her speeding tickets I found in public records). She congratulated me on graduating, and applauding me for my pursuit of law school, only to scare me with tales of her friend trying to enroll but managing LSAT scores ranging 140-148.I asked her if she went back to school.She said not yet, that she would be heading to Europe with her friends within the month for the whole summer, before coming back, picking up where she left off, and get back to school.Seeing how she’s older than me and not graduated put me at ease for my current standing with school and career. For a second. Then I remembered my predicament again.8 minutes. We talked 8 minutes longer than I would’ve thought. She said she had to go and it was great seeing me again, and wished me well. I said yeah, and said it was great to see her, and she left. Dissappeared.In a classic hindsight habit of mine, I forgot to throw in asking her celly number for when she came back, or asking to see f she wanted to get a coffee or frappacino.Hindsight, fuck you.But it was too late.Eight years. Its eight years. I ran into her at the mall, and she was gone.That was fate. Fate and me.

Only two people that I’ve seen within a 6-8 year spanse. Besides her, there was Mingsavanh, from middle school to SPJC. That culmulated to lots of long talks late at night about sex, Vietnamese dowery/marriage rituals, love, Fred Durst, her engagement ring, among other things (she was a hot laos/viet girl, though I was slightly abased when she would wear short shorts to places).That was 3 years ago. Now, I run into Ash, and I forgot to ask for her digits. Maybe I wasn’t thinking.Maybe I was still trying to get over running into her.No time to plan, so that phone idea wasn’t juggled.Hovering near the kiosk and the Discovery Store entrance, I recall the burned images of her walking away.Of the girl from high school.She’s still very pretty. Not like a pretty tomboy from yesteryear. I probably should have said, “You still looking beautiful.” But it slipped my mind. Not counting on ever seeing her again in another 8 years (I’m hoping something fateful within the year), I continued my mallratting, with more spring steps. Eight years. Eight years, and within the seconds of seeing her, the old memories come back from school.Its funny when those old memories come rushing back so quickly you blurt out a name.Maybe I should come back to I-mall more often. Who knows who else still is in the area.

"You've gotten bigger." It never ceases to amaze me. That line. People I haven't seen in 7 months or more say that somewhere in their opening remarks.. The sentence isn't cut dry... What does it mean exactly? I know I'm not the 147 pound kid from b4 or the 160 pounder from college, but what does it apply to? Are they saying I've gotten fatter? Or I look like I've been working out? Not like I'm going to press people for that answer, since bigger is still a ubiquious flattering term. But still, it would be less confusing if they said something more concrete, like ,"wow, you look like you've been working out," or "wow, you look like a fatty fat fat!"

Mom yelled at me, for slacking off or something... Also, get together last night with the guys at tony's before his wedding today. Also, something else, but I forgot.

Yellow card never lets me down. After todays encounter, theres another YC song that hits close to the thoughts in my head, like that song that Nikki says personifies everything between her and Jackie...

Sew this up with threads of reason and regret

So, I will not forget. I will not forget

How this felt one year six months ago

I know I cannot forget. I cannot forget



I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do

Follow me there

A beautiful somewhere

A place that I can share with you



I can tell that you don't know me anymore

It's easy to forget, sometimes we just forget

And being on this road is anything but sure

Maybe we'll forget, I hope we don't forget



I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do

Follow me there

A beautiful somewhere

A place that I can share with you



So many nights, legs tangled tight

Wrap me up in a dream with you

Close up these eyes, try not to cry

All that I've got to pull me through is memories of you

Memories of you

Memories of you

Memories of you



I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do

Follow me there

A beautiful somewhere

A place that we can share

Falling into memories of you and things we used to do

kill bill sighting

2004-04-18T02:54:00.000-04:00

hey tim, I saw your ex claire at the movie theatre, i swear... shes still a fine looking lady, except for the hanging around with whiteys.
thats all for today... except that, if anyone is reading... THE LIGHTNING IS GOING FOR LORD STANLEY'S CUP, BOOYAH!!!

i miss that girl

2004-04-08T17:39:00.000-04:00

if there is a god up there, he wasn't looking out for one of his angels. god, it feels like you should be alive now... so when i go up to gainesville, i'd run into you at poker night or the pool hall... but you won't be schooling me in 8 ball, teaching me hold'em or using your bosom to increase your luck in at the tables... there is no justice in the world. the man that killed you isn't even found. what the hell happened. i'll miss you.

law school woes

2004-04-07T23:31:00.000-04:00

so, yeah, bc and fsu said no... to my hearts discontent... thats 3 now... three left... just as a precaution i better open up the app files and submit to southwestern and hofstra, among other schools... yes, i was never destined for yale or stanford or harvard... i don't think i ever was the star of the class... i would be a good 4th in command, like the speaker of the house; you know, when Potus and Vpotus die, i'll be in charge, and i'll lead the country when it really needs me... except the country will be a class... but i think i butchered that analogy...

anyways... a woman came into the store and asked about the job at the cleaners... she sorta looked like penelope cruz, except argentinian... i wonder... if she gets on payroll, can i get out? i really would like to get into a law fim as a paralegal or receptionist or shadow or something......

anyways... i might try to stay awake... but i'm already tired... i'm prolly sleeping... right... now... *thunk*

dum dee dum

2004-04-04T05:38:00.000-04:00

if anyone is worried that I'm dead... your right... I'm pretty dead... dead bored... i needmoney... is there a market for asian gigolos with beer guts and lv handles? anyways... I'm still whoring myself to get a dreamweaver mx cd... but i doubt i can get one, o even install it... Whereas in xanga, where i like to talk bullshit that applies to the idiots, cam whores, and dumbasses, I've found myself at a loss for words here... certainly, I bet that my enemies are keeping track of me through this site... I hope to outlast them and they will grow bored of my lack of updates and will dissapear, thus enabling me to continue with the political and social gossip that i disperse... for now... keep starving my loyal minions...

in other news... i would think i would be a T person when it came to T&A, but that remains to be said. I wish i could editorialize more on politics, but i have neither the bandwitdth nor processor speed to acheive that power.

Rumors of my cars demise were greatly exxagerated, Tool.

2004-03-23T20:11:00.000-05:00

Yeah, if any of the few ppl that visited my xsite in the past while saw my trashed car, be relieved that it wasn't my car.. For one thing, my baby has tinted windows, cuz any idiot that doesnt have tinted windows is a fag. also, I like to empower sympathy fake eprops...

The Taiwan election overseas has ended with the win by the Democratic Progressive Party, nicknamed the pan-green, or green party, not affiliated with Ralph "I like to suck my dick cuz My ego is larger than my balls" Nader's ex-party. The KUo-Ming-Dang (KMT) Nationalist party, or Pan-blue, lost, though they tried to stage massive protests of the election, which ended with the incumbant winning 50.1 percent of the vote. Then, all the protested got a huge beatdown by riot police with big dick batons.... that was funny.... ok... What was I saying? I got bored... Sadly, someone realllly needs to get me Dreaweaver MX, so I can tool this site...

Oh, speaking of Dreamweaver... I've had some weird dreams that have been going on.... the most recent, I can't remember, but it involved me, and I looked in a mirror, and I had long flowing hair, not like a chick's hair, mind youy, but like EKin Chen as Chan Ho-Nam in "Young And Dangerous" like that; except I also had a goatee, so that made me look like Asian Jesus... wahahahahah............. I guess I dreamed that when all the damn power went out of my house and my electric blanked went cold, thus freezing me to the point of death.

The dream b4 that is vague, but one thing I do know, it involved certain angels who I can do without.... but the dream was weird... why would I have dreams of that nature? Are not dreams what we hope for? if so, what is my dream a translation to in my subconcious.

In the Immortal words of Maddox

2004-03-23T04:13:00.000-05:00

"Just Kidding. Tool."

the Taiwan Relations Act

2004-03-20T19:43:00.000-05:00

TAIWAN RELATIONS ACT
Public Law 96-8 96th Congress

An Act

To help maintain peace, security, and stability in the Western Pacific and to promote the foreign policy of the United States by authorizing the continuation of commercial, cultural, and other relations between the people of the United States and the people on Taiwan, and for other purposes.

Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled,

SHORT TITLE

SECTION 1. This Act may be cited as the "Taiwan Relations Act".

FINDINGS AND DECLARATION OF POLICY

SEC. 2. (a) The President- having terminated governmental relations between the United States and the governing authorities on Taiwan recognized by the United States as the Republic of China prior to January 1, 1979, the Congress finds that the enactment of this Act is necessary--

(1) to help maintain peace, security, and stability in the Western Pacific; and
(2) to promote the foreign policy of the United States by authorizing the continuation of commercial, cultural, and other relations between the people of the United States and the people on Taiwan.
(b) It is the policy of the United States--
(1) to preserve and promote extensive, close, and friendly commercial, cultural, and other relations between the people of the United States and the people on Taiwan, as well as the people on the China mainland and all other peoples of the Western Pacific area;

(2) to declare that peace and stability in the area are in the political, security, and economic interests of the United States, and are matters of international concern;

(3) to make clear that the United States decision to establish diplomatic relations with the People's Republic of China rests upon the expectation that the future of Taiwan will be determined by peaceful means;

(4) to consider any effort to determine the future of Taiwan by other than peaceful means, including by boycotts or embargoes, a threat to the peace and security of the Western Pacific area and of grave concern to the United States;

(5) to provide Taiwan with arms of a defensive character; and

(6) to maintain the capacity of the United States to resist any resort to force or other forms of coercion that would jeopardize the security, or the social or economic system, of the people on Taiwan.
(c) Nothing contained in this Act shall contravene the interest of the United States in human rights, especially with respect to the human rights of all the approximately eighteen million inhabitants of Taiwan. The preservation and enhancement of the human rights of all the people on Taiwan are hereby reaffirmed as objectives of the United States.
IMPLEMENTATION OF UNITED STATES POLICY WITH REGARD TO TAIWAN

SEC. 3. (a) In furtherance of the policy set forth in section 2 of this Act, the United States will make available to Taiwan such defense articles and defense services in such quantity as may be necessary to enable Taiwan to maintain a sufficient self-defense capability.

(b) The President and the Congress shall determine the nature and quantity of such defense articles and services based solely upon their judgment of the needs of Taiwan, in accordance with procedures established by law. Such determination of Taiwan's defense needs shall include review by United States military authorities in connection with recommendations to the President and the Congress.

(c) The President is directed to inform the Congress promptly of any threat to the security or the social or economic system of the people on Taiwan and any danger to the interests of the United States arising therefrom. The President and the Congress shall determine, in accordance with constitutional processes, appropriate action by the United States in response to any such danger.

APPLICATION OF LAWS; INTERNATIONAL AGREEMENTS

SEC. 4. (a) The absence of diplomatic relations or recognition shall not affect the application of the laws of the United States with respect to Taiwan, and the laws of the United States shall apply with respect to Taiwan in the manner that the laws of the United States applied with respect to Taiwan prior to January 1, 1979.

(b)The application of subsection (a) of this section shall include, but shall not be limited to, the following:
(1) Whenever the laws of the United States refer or relate to foreign countries, nations, states, governments, or similar entities, such terms shall include and such laws shall apply with such respect to Taiwan.

(2) Whenever authorized by or pursuant to the laws of the United States to conduct or carry out programs, transactions, or other relations with respect to foreign countries, nations, states, governments, or similar entities, the President or any agency of the United States Government is authorized to conduct and carry out, in accordance with section 6 of this Act, such programs, transactions, and other relations with respect to Taiwan (including, but not limited to, the performance of services for the United States through contracts with commercial entities on Taiwan), in accordance with the applicable laws of the United States.

(3)(A) The absence of diplomatic relations and recognition with respect to Taiwan shall not abrogate, infringe, modify, deny, or otherwise affect in any way any rights or obligations (including but not limited to those involving contracts, debts, or property interests of any kind) under the laws of the United States heretofore or hereafter acquired by or with respect to Taiwan.

(B) For all purposes under the laws of the United States, including actions in any court in the United States, recognition of the People's Republic of China shall not affect in any way the ownership of or other rights or interests in properties, tangible and intangible, and other things of value, owned or held on or prior to December 31, 1978, or thereafter acquired or earned by the governing authorities on Taiwan.

(4) Whenever the application of the laws of the United States depends upon the law that is or was applicable on Taiwan or compliance therewith, the law applied by the people on Taiwan shall be considered the applicable law for that purpose.

(5) Nothing in this Act, nor the facts of the President's action in extending diplomatic recognition to the People's Republic of China, the absence of diplomatic relations between the people on Taiwan and the United States, or the lack of recognition by the United States, and attendant circumstances thereto, shall be construed in any administrative or judicial proceeding as a basis for any United States Government agency, commission, or department to make a finding of fact or determination of law, under the Atomic Energy Act of 1954 and the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Act of 1978, to deny an export license application or to revoke an existing export license for nuclear exports to Taiwan.

(6) For purposes of the Immigration and Nationality Act, Taiwan may be treated in the manner specified in the first sentence of section 202(b) of that Act.

(7) The capacity of Taiwan to sue and be sued in courts in the United States, in accordance with the laws of the United States, shall not be abrogated, infringed, modified, denied, or otherwise affected in any way by the absence of diplomatic relations or recognition.

(8) No requirement, whether expressed or implied, under the laws of the United States with respect to maintenance of diplomatic relations or recognition shall be applicable with respect to Taiwan.

(c) For all purposes, including actions in any court in the United States, the Congress approves the continuation in force of all treaties and other international agreements, including multilateral conventions, entered into by the United States and the governing authorities on Taiwan recognized by the United States as the Republic of China prior to January 1, 1979, and in force between them on December 31, 1978, unless and until terminated in accordance with law.

(d) Nothing in this Act may be construed as a basis for supporting the exclusion or expulsion of Taiwan from continued membership in any international financial institution or any other international organization.

OVERSEAS PRIVATE INVESTMENT CORPORATION

SEC. 5. (a) During the three-year period beginning on the date of enactment of this Act, the $1,000 per capita income restriction in insurance, clause (2) of the second undesignated paragraph of section 231 of the reinsurance, Foreign Assistance Act of 1961 shall not restrict the activities of the Overseas Private Investment Corporation in determining whether to provide any insurance, reinsurance, loans, or guaranties with respect to investment projects on Taiwan.

(b) Except as provided in subsection (a) of this section, in issuing insurance, reinsurance, loans, or guaranties with respect to investment projects on Taiwan, the Overseas Private Insurance Corporation shall apply the same criteria as those applicable in other parts of the world.

THE AMERICAN INSTITUTE OF TAIWAN

SEC. 6. (a) Programs, transactions, and other relations conducted or carried out by the President or any agency of the United States Government with respect to Taiwan shall, in the manner and to the extent directed by the President, be conducted and carried out by or through--

(1) The American Institute in Taiwan, a nonprofit corporation incorporated under the laws of the District of Columbia, or

(2) such comparable successor nongovermental entity as the President may designate, (hereafter in this Act referred to as the "Institute").

(b) Whenever the President or any agency of the United States Government is authorized or required by or pursuant to the laws of the United States to enter into, perform, enforce, or have in force an agreement or transaction relative to Taiwan, such agreement or transaction shall be entered into, performed, and enforced, in the manner and to the extent directed by the President, by or through the Institute.

(c) To the extent that any law, rule, regulation, or ordinance of the District of Columbia, or of any State or political subdivision thereof in which the Institute is incorporated or doing business, impedes or otherwise interferes with the performance of the functions of the Institute pursuant to this Act; such law, rule, regulation, or ordinance shall be deemed to be preempted by this Act.

SERVICES BY THE INSTITUTE TO UNITED STATES CITIZENS ON TAIWAN

SEC. 7. (a) The Institute may authorize any of its employees on Taiwan--
(1) to administer to or take from any person an oath, affirmation, affidavit, or deposition, and to perform any notarial act which any notary public is required or authorized by law to perform within the United States;

(2) To act as provisional conservator of the personal estates of deceased United States citizens; and

(3) to assist and protect the interests of United States persons by performing other acts such as are authorized to be performed outside the United States for consular purposes by such laws of the United States as the President may specify.

(b) Acts performed by authorized employees of the Institute under this section shall be valid, and of like force and effect within the United States, as if performed by any other person authorized under the laws of the United States to perform such acts.

TAX EXEMPT STATUS OF THE INSTITUTE

SEC. 8. (a) The Institute, its property, and its income are exempt from all taxation now or hereafter imposed by the United States (except to the extent that section 11(a)(3) of this Act requires the imposition of taxes imposed under chapter 21 of the Internal Revenue Code of 1954, relating to the Federal Insurance Contributions Act) or by State or local taxing authority of the United States.

(b) For purposes of the Internal Revenue Code of 1954, the Institute shall be treated as an organization described in sections 170(b)(1)(A), 170(c), 2055(a), 2106(a)(2)(A),, 2522(a), and 2522(b).

FURNISHING PROPERTY AND SERVICES TO AND OBTAINING SERVICES FROM THE INSTITUTE

SEC. 9. (a) Any agency of the United States Government is authorized to sell, loan, or lease property (including interests therein) to, and to perform administrative and technical support functions and services for the operations of, the Institute upon such terms and conditions as the President may direct. Reimbursements to agencies under this subsection shall be credited to the current applicable appropriation of the agency concerned.
(b) Any agency of the United States Government is authorized to acquire and accept services from the Institute upon such terms and conditions as the President may direct. Whenever the President determines it to be in furtherance of the purposes of this Act, the procurement of services by such agencies from the Institute may be effected without regard to such laws of the United States normally applicable to the acquisition of services by such agencies as the President may specify by Executive order.

(c) Any agency of the United States Government making funds available to the Institute in accordance with this Act shall make arrangements with the Institute for the Comptroller General of the United States to have access to the; books and records of the Institute and the opportunity to audit the operations of the Institute.

TAIWAN INSTRUMENTALITY

SEC. 10. (a) Whenever the President or any agency of the United States Government is authorized or required by or pursuant to the laws of the United States to render or provide to or to receive or accept from Taiwan, any performance, communication, assurance, undertaking, or other action, such action shall, in the manner and to the. extent directed by the President, be rendered or Provided to, or received or accepted from, an instrumentality established by Taiwan which the President determines has the necessary authority under the laws applied by the people on Taiwan to provide assurances and take other actions on behalf of Taiwan in accordance with this Act.

(b) The President is requested to extend to the instrumentality established by Taiwan the same number of offices and complement of personnel as were previously operated in the United States by the governing authorities on Taiwan recognized as the Republic of China prior to January 1, 1979.

(c) Upon the granting by Taiwan of comparable privileges and immunities with respect to the Institute and its appropriate personnel, the President is authorized to extend with respect to the Taiwan instrumentality and its appropriate; personnel, such privileges and immunities (subject to appropriate conditions and obligations) as may be necessary for the effective performance of their functions.

SEPARATION OF GOVERNMENT PERSONNEL FOR EMPLOYMENT WITH THE INSTITUTE

SEC. 11. (a)(1) Under such terms and conditions as the President may direct, any agency of the United States Government may separate from Government service for a specified period any officer or employee of that agency who accepts employment with the Institute.

(2) An officer or employee separated by an agency under paragraph (1) of this subsection for employment with the Institute shall be entitled upon termination of such employment to reemployment or reinstatement with such agency(or a successor agency) in an appropriate position with the attendant rights, privileges, and benefits with the officer or employee would have had or acquired had he or she not been so separated, subject to such time period and other conditions as the President may prescribe.

(3) An officer or employee entitled to reemployment or reinstatement rights under paragraph (2) of this subsection shall, while continuously employed by the Institute with no break in continuity of service, continue to participate in any benefit program in which such officer or employee was participating prior to employment by the Institute, including programs for compensation for job-related death, injury, or illness; programs for health and life insurance; programs for annual, sick, and other statutory leave; and programs for retirement under any system established by the laws of the United States; except that employment with the Institute shall be the basis for participation in such programs only to the extent that employee deductions and employer contributions, as required, in payment for such participation for the period of employment with the Institute, are currently deposited in the program's or system's fund or depository. Death or retirement of any such officer or employee during approved service with the Institute and prior to reemployment or reinstatement shall be considered a death in or retirement from Government service for purposes of any employee or survivor benefits acquired by reason of service with an agency of the United States Government.

(4) Any officer or employee of an agency of the United States Government who entered into service with the Institute on approved leave of absence without pay prior to the enactment of this Act shall receive the benefits of this section for the period of such service.

(b) Any agency of the United States Government employing alien personnel on Taiwan may transfer such personnel, with accrued allowances, benefits, and rights, to the Institute without a break in service for purposes of retirement and other benefits, including continued participation in any system established by the laws of the United States for the retirement of employees in which the alien was participating prior to the transfer to the Institute, except that employment with the Institute shall be creditable for retirement purposes only to the extent that employee deductions and employer contributions.. as required, in payment for such participation for the period of employment with the Institute, are currently deposited in the system' s fund or depository.

(c) Employees of the Institute shall not be employees of the United States and, in representing the Institute, shall be exempt from section 207 of title 18, United States Code.

(d)(1) For purposes of sections 911 and 913 of the Internal Revenue Code of 1954, amounts paid by the Institute to its employees shall not be treated as earned income. Amounts received by employees of the Institute shall not be:included in gross income, and shall be exempt from taxation, to the extent that they are equivalent to amounts received by civilian officers and employees of the Government of the United States as allowances and benefits which are exempt from taxation under section 912 of such Code.

(2) Except to the extent required by subsection (a)(3) of this section, service performed in the employ of the Institute shall not constitute employment for purposes of chapter 21 of such Code and title II of the Social Security Act.

REPORTING REQUIREMENT

SEC. 12. (a) The Secretary of State shall transmit to the Congress the text of any agreement to which the Institute is a party. However, any such agreement the immediate public disclosure of which would, in the opinion of the President, be prejudicial to the national security of the United States shall not be so transmitted to the Congress but shall be transmitted to the Committee on Foreign Relations of the Senate and the Committee on Foreign Affairs of the House of Representatives under an appropriate injunction of secrecy to be removed only upon due notice from the President.

(b) For purposes of subsection (a), the term "agreement" includes-
(1) any agreement entered into between the Institute and the governing authorities on Taiwan or the instrumentality established by Taiwan; and

(2) any agreement entered into between the Institute and an agency of the United States Government.

(c) Agreements and transactions made or to be made by or through the Institute shall be subject to the same congressional notification, review, and approval requirements and procedures as if such agreements and transactions were made by or through the agency of the United States Government on behalf of which the Institute is acting.

(d) During the two-year period beginning on the effective date of this Act, the Secretary of State shall transmit to the Speaker of the House and Senate House of Representatives and the Committee on Foreign Relations of Foreign Relations the Senate, every six months, a report describing and reviewing economic relations between the United States and Taiwan, noting any interference with normal commercial relations.

RULES AND REGULATIONS

SEC. 13. The President is authorized to prescribe such rules and regulations as he may deem appropriate to carry out the purposes of this Act. During the three-year period beginning on the effective date speaker of this Act, such rules and regulations shall be transmitted promptly to the Speaker of the House of Representatives and to the Committee on Foreign Relations of the Senate. Such action shall.not, however, relieve the Institute of the responsibilities placed upon it by this Act.'
CONGRESSIONAL OVERSIGHT

SEC. 14. (a) The Committee on Foreign Affairs of the House of Representatives, the Committee on Foreign Relations of the Senate, and other appropriate committees of the Congress shall monitor-

(1) the implementation of the provisions of this Act;

(2) the operation and procedures of the Institute;

(3) the legal and technical aspects of the continuing relationship between the United States and Taiwan; and

(4) the implementation of the policies of the United States concerning security and cooperation in East Asia.

(b) Such committees shall report, as appropriate, to their respective Houses on the results of their monitoring.

DEFINITIONS

SEC. 15. For purposes of this Act-

(1) the term "laws of the United States" includes any statute, rule, regulation, ordinance, order, or judicial rule of decision of the United States or any political subdivision thereof; and

(2) the term "Taiwan" includes, as the context may require, the islands of Taiwan and the Pescadores, the people on those islands, corporations and other entities and associations created or organized under the laws applied on those islands, and the governing authorities on Taiwan recognized by the United States as the Republic of China prior to January 1, 1979, and any successor governing authorities (including political subdivisions, agencies, and instrumentalities thereof).

AUTHORIZATION OF APPROPRIATIONS

SEC. 16. In addition to funds otherwise available to carry out the provisions of this Act, there are authorized to be appropriated to the Secretary of State for the fiscal year 1980 such funds as may be necessary to carry out such provisions. Such funds are authorized to remain available until expended.

SEVERABILITY OF PROVISIONS

SEC. 17. If any provision of this Act or the application thereof to any person or circumstance is held invalid, the remainder of the Act and the application of such provision to any other person or circumstance shall not be affected thereby.

EFFECTIVE DATE

SEC. 18. This Act shall be effective as of January 1, 1979. Approved April 10, 1979.

big political/personl entry come weekend.

2004-03-19T05:45:00.000-05:00

hopefully... not too much happening... the mud is flying, and someone took a shot at the Taiwan President

I, my own Surgeon General, decree

2004-03-15T02:30:00.000-05:00

smoking is bad.. I'm coughing, and I've already stopped, so its bad, so no one should smoke... there... oh... and women are sluts... thats my 3rd party observation...

Vote Peace (if you live in taiwan, and can vote anyways)

2004-03-11T05:10:00.000-05:00

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On March 20th, the citizens of Taiwan will step up to the polls and cast their ballot for the 2004 presidential election. Also on the ballot is a referendum proposed by President Chen. Before, the Republic of China has never before been introduced to a presidential-election-coinciding-referendum- an issue put up for ballot where the people of the nation are given full power in deciding the approval or refusal of the issue on the ballot. Members of the KMT (KuoMingDang Chinese Nationalist Party) as well as the People First Party are vehemently opposed to referendum law, which is why so few referendums are passed in the first place. With this referendum, the 23 million people of Taiwan will become masters in deciding the direction the national government will move forth, and thus shed a spotlight on the island in view of the entire international community.

The March 20th Peace Referendum proposed by DPP (Democratic Progressive Party) Chen Hsui-Ben will list two questions that the voters will answer:

1.The People of Taiwan demand that the Taiwan Strait issue be resolved through peaceful means. Should Mainland China refuse to withdraw the missiles it has targeted at Taiwan and to openly renounce the use of force against us, would you agree that the Government should acquire more advanced anti-missile weapons to strengthen Taiwan's self-defense capabilities?

2.Would you agree that our Government should engage in negotiation with Mainland China on the establishment of a "peace and stability" framework for cross-strait interactions in order to build consensus and for the welfare of the peoples on both sides?

These questions are asked so as to acquire the full response of the Taiwan people in the times of ever-increasing military mobilization by the Mainland Chinese government across the strait. About every six days, another missile is deployed and aimed in the direction of Taiwan. Its estimated that by next year, 600 guided missiles will be in position to fire, while the Chinese government will continue mock simulations of island invasion. Politically, China has continued to circumvent Taiwan's progress in gaining international credibility. During the SARS outbreak, when the ROC sought WHO assistance, Chinese delegates literally responded, "Who cares about you?"

Hopefully, with the March 20th referendum, the nation will build a consensus as to whether an increase in anti-missile defense is an imperative, though opponents will likely argue that if the answer to the first question is "yes", it will fuel more tension between the two nations, as well as increase the military budget's share in the national budget. Already some people have expressed a desire to vote "no" on the referendum, not in response to the questions, but in opposition to the referendum itself. The Green Party of Taiwan, probably like the Green Party of the US, is staunchly opposed to the referendum, as their basic platform is peace, green grass, and opposing war.

On March 20th in a hopeful 70% voter turnout for the election, the government of the Republic of China will hear the voice of the people's response to whether they will like to continue striving for cross-strait relations and whether they feel the island is in need of more defense.

For more information, you can check out these links.

http://www.gio.gov.tw , http://www.taipeitimes.com .

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kudos to florida law

2004-03-05T07:17:00.000-05:00

j-bait
After viewing this site, me and van were happy that florida statutes dictate that a 23 year old can still have sex with a 16 year old and not be committing a felony... hell, V would kick off the current cover girl of the calendar if we could get her onto the spread. I mean, go check her out! now!!!!

dreamweaver 2004

2004-03-04T08:52:00.000-05:00

so, what would a shrink say about my dreams where I am King Aragon ass whupping Anakin skywalker, and engaging in a full scale war with robots? or being seduced and making out with a girl I know is predisposed to not do that (though the seduction part was fun)? yeah... all in the life of me... when van plays music and warcraft...

Its sad that John Edwards decided to drop out... the sad part is that Al Sharpton is still in it... wtf is he hoping for? hes not going anywhere... I bet, he's really going to stick it out till the other underlings drop, then he'll pitch later on in the future that he outlasted every other opponent... just so he can boost his status... yeah, thats what I think.

god, i hope my bill isnt ball breaking

2004-02-27T15:56:00.000-05:00

gotta make this quick, I'm being kicked outta the lab... to date, Ive swapped pic msgs with miss more than like 20 times... so, that would mean, I think I owe 5 dollars of extra charges... crap... and I hurt my legs cuz I can't walk, oh cuz I did hip abduction/adduction...

and I slept till 2pm... anyways... yup, being kicked out... tgtg ... i hate stupid people.

nothing new

2004-02-24T18:16:00.000-05:00

http://www.law.cornell.edu/index.html
I'm thinking about news aggregators... http://www.bloglines.com/

Girls that are High are super crazy

oh, btw, this isn't a stupid Creed song, but it is a perfect song. (see, now ur supposed to laugh and leave comments)

and if anyone has access to dreamweaver MX oftware and/or XP Pro (real), please let me know... I need to overhaul this layout, but I can't tweak the code or i lose the left pane somehow.

Love = trouble

2004-02-23T19:36:00.000-05:00

I'm left to conclude that having some intimate relationship during your post-secondary education years can be a detriment to life... sorta... it goes from my observation that no one that I know who is in school should have the right to marry; in fact, they should be certifiably poor, with a plaque, until they have enough money to live nicely. Then, you can get married and knock up random hoes.... Ok, this post didn't make sense... sue me... I'm working on Apps... Stupid Boston University wants me to itemize my financial aid from undergrad... fcuk that!

Oh, Ralph Nader IS a narcissistic meglomaniac... Don't through away the vote!

Fun with Drugs, I mean, fun with ganja, i mean, fun with beer, I mean... ah screw it (Type:personal)

2004-02-21T06:08:00.000-05:00

For the few that read, I'd like to explain about the horrors of turning one's stomach into a mixing bowl... These were the ingredients that went into said bowl chronologically: Fried Rice, mountain dew, percocet, bong, bong, blunt (the previous three went into my lungs, but its still part of the effect), beer, beer, be**... I didnt get the last one...... all that leads to fatigue, and then a spastic movement to chuck the mixing bowl into the bathtub...

So, heres the story... After dinner, chilled with Miss at GNC, like usual... Tom, the guy who drives a neon and was here last week, stops by. Closing time, we all drove to his place, which is a condo on the private beach area of the county... PLayed with his pet white rat... Then the fun started... First I swallowed a pill of a drug I have no knowledge of the name (for future thought, I don't think I should take a drug I don't know or have no idea the affects, unless it was "E" or Adderall)... then a beer, while hitting a spiral bong. Then, Van called b/c I called his ass earlier or so, i forgot, cuz the tolls of the bonging and drug and the beer have shattered my time-impression... anyways, talked for awhile, so i passed up the blunt a couple times, which annoyed Miss, I think, dunno... so hung up, started hitting that hard... then a few more beers... while the guy Tom was playing NCAA on Ps2, then Simpsons Road RAge ( I think he did, for i have a vague memory of bart simpson driving around a 3d environ in a shuttle; incidentally, b4 that and during the rest of time up to now, we all were flippin channels too up till midnite) up till midnite, everything was all like 4th gear... (see gears, somewhere in the first archives), but 4th gear then turned to "AU" gear, for the effects of mixing canibus, bud light, and this drug, made my normal gears (tailored for clubbing and partying) go awry... so I got really tired, and passed out for half an hour...

when i came to as i was abruptly shook awake by Miss, my body suddenly began tellin my brain "Hey stupid, we can't hold this, we're going to eject the crap" to which my mind commanded "make way for the TUB!" And thats were I ended up as the bowl dispersed into the tub... Then I rested for 3 hours, as my body was in no shape to coordinate foot-arm movement for a stickshift. The guy was cordial enough to let me rest, though i think we was trying to get some fuck with Miss. Through my passive movement near the tub (more or less dead), I could hear the guy ranting (after the girl left) about the MArdi Gras trip he agreed to go with (her). He just kept whining and groaning like "this probably isnt a good idea." "fuck, which did i agree?" and so on... In my retrospect, I'm laughing at him because he has to go, and its an 8 hour drive, and shes meeting up in orleans with her best friend sean there too, so it'll be three ppl, not 2 or 10...

oh, then i woke up, told the guy i was leaving, and finally headed home at 330 am...

whats the moral of this story? There is no moral!, like there is no one that read this whole page, cuz this post in particular blew!

actually the special notes of this envent were that I got really wasted from this... I puked the 3rd time while doing such activity, and this is the 3rd time I've had an event where I wasn't too sure of the events that took place at a certain point.

The moral is: don't mix shit... especially like me... I'm going to bed now, bye.

these are my probablities with my ugpa and lsat score

2004-02-19T17:00:00.000-05:00

greater than 90% of the applicants with these credentials 48

greater than 75% of the applicants with these credentials 68

between 60-80% of the applicants with these credentials 17

between 40-60% of the applicants with these credentials 18

between 20-40% of the applicants with these credentials 20

less than 25% of the applicants with these credentials 71

less than 10% of the applicants with these credentials 50

All the good schools are in the 50... all the smart schools are in here... uf is in the 71
see the uphill battle?

incidentally:

Congratulations, Jonathan!
Your IQ score is 136

This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others.

Your Intellectual Type is Visionary Philosopher. This means you are highly intelligent and have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a variety of different ways. Like Plato, your exceptional math and verbal skills make you very adept at explaining things to others — and at anticipating and predicting patterns. And that's just some of what we know about you from your IQ results.

expanding my blogging mind (screw xanga again)

2004-02-18T04:31:00.000-05:00

today, I decided to look up various blogs that I've bookmarked or stumbled upon recently... This is to help siphon me off the xanga activity time I've delegated in the day... More or less, I sold my soul to whore funny stuff on my xanga alias (fcuk that)If you forgot, it was this crappy site. I don't know how I let myself become sucked into the fad site of the weblogs. I should have heeded my friend MadTheory's ideology: fcuk xanga, its for whores. Anyways, free speech aside, I will be devoting more time back to my first love, my blogger ( I hope) until such time as I can afford my own domain, which i can't because $45/yr rent for domains can be used to buy food.

These are the sites I will be moving up to the front on my priority blogs. It will serve you good to browse them. Some are funny, some are informative, and some are just there because some cute chick owns it.
Rick Klau
XiaXue
Kop
Captain Ober

The purpose of weblogs (blogs) was to not only hold a place in cyberspace where the author can utilize his site like some cyber diary to discuss his feelings and inadequacies (or her stuff too), it was meant as a means for the author to excercise their 1st amendment right to free speech, including: opinions, commentaries, analyses, debates. Xanga bears a huge amount of people using their first amendment right to talk about their feeling with boys and girls, of sex, of idiotic things (see: Mine), but Xanga will not be able to evolve into a higher function the way that thousands of independent blogs in in the web have matured. I cite 3 of those 4 above. Hopefully I will be able to continue my fact-finding mission to locate more insightful blogs in the preparation to ready myself for law school (don't laugh, I don't want to be an inept doctor, regardless of uber-pay).

Those links will be moved to the new sidebar when that happens come weekend. By then I will be able to outline a better statement of purpose for this site; a site more than just an expression of my feelings and anger, but more a continuous, branching dissertation on the nation that I've come to known, the dunce that is the leader of the free world.

Blogs and bureaucrats

2004-02-17T18:21:00.000-05:00

I decided to hit the campaign websites, because I was super bored after waking up yet again in the early afternoon (stupid alarm clock). More or less my main priority was to search the issues each candidate and the president were siding. This is also an attempt for me to broaden my understanding of current politics past the ideological curtains and stereotypes I've come to believe over the years.... What intrigued me was that many a candidate possessed a blog, what looks to be a daily blog, of happenings on the daily trail or the american government. I recall hearing that Howard Dean pioneered the campaign blog, but that could be shortsighted... It is interesting to see that thousands of people come on to the site, read the blog, and comment like the dickens... there are more comments on there than any xanga person's website, ever. When I have the time, I'll look into some of the comparisons between the candidates, but that will have to wait, for you see, today is the Wisconsin Primary, and I'm sure that if Kerry wins, Dean and Edwards will have to bow out.

Nothing today

2004-02-16T03:45:00.000-05:00

I was going to discuss about the Democratic Debate, but unfortunately I slept the whole day away, like 11 hours... and that could also be from the long night I had at a friend's house getting used to Xbox Live while tearing up the battlefield in Crimson Skies... which is an awesome game to play unless ur a noob like me and only know one plane to use, otherwise, its a cool game... unlike the FPS turned console games, like Halo, Ghost Recon, R6...yadda yadda... actually lets talk about that.

lets go back to the original game that spawned the world of walking around and shooting things... Spear of Destiny, aka, WOLFENSTEIN 3d... yeah, you know that game, it was the original blockbuster that showed us it was cool to try and kill the super robotic Hitler... Then, came the game to be deemed the king of the original FPS after Wolf3d... DOOM... Doom was by far the best game to come out in its era, with scary ass dog monsters, flying skulls, and ugly ass minotaurs... it was truly a champion, from Id Software...

So spawned the other games that followed, Heretic, Doom 2, Duke Nukem, etc... all nice games that allowed you to blow the shit outta stuff in the name of whatever belief ur character loved... It was the release of Quake that raised the bar of FPS to a higher standard, REAL 3d graphics. Yes, I think all of use have played quake and remember such enemies as chainsaw-frag-freak, and our own fun weaps, like the nail gun...

Heres the thing that began a new way to kill... in the past... all the old games were pretty simple... use the dir keys to move the guy around... no mouse intended at all... you didn't move the gun up or down, the bullet would just fly up and hit the baddy if you had the thing aligned anyways... Now with Quake, you actually had to begin making your crosshair fit the enemy... and with keyboard buttons, thats a problem... Intro the Mouse/Key combo... a new step in the FPS where you control most the movement with the keys, sans the head movement, which was dominated with the mouse's precision software... In head to head battle... M/k beat solo Keyboard hands down... I should know... I was in a tournament of Quake (after playing soo much quake b4 and killing oh soo much) where I used nothing byt the board, and i made it to 3rd place, only to be bested by the top two seeds, who used M/K... yeah... served on a plate... that was the beginning of my training to use the mouse... and I got realllll good... I've trained countless dumb people in other games such as unreal and Q3 and Codename Eagle, ppl who until my tutorage, would just stand around as I jumped over their head and spun around to blast a hole in their back... the Age of the Mouse and Keyboard Campaign would seem as those nothing can stop it, or can it...

One of the only places where using kinematics similar to the keyboard was still in play was consoles... Goldeneye, Perfect Dark, Halo... All these games are played on their repestive systems, on controls... And since you can't use a mouse on an Xbox or GC or Ps2, how do people, hoards of gamers function? the joystick... We've de-evolved back to the joystick... if it weren't enough to have one, now we have two! Take Halo, a game that is truly a decent game, and would only be superb if they had a MOUSe... I like Mice... but they don't, they have a dual stick controller... And somehow, they have made people function with two sticks... and that amazes me... that amazes me because this is the society that has all but wiped out the little red nub on laptops of yesteryear, what was that, the Thumbstick... in favor of the glide pad, the closest clone to a mouse for a notebook... and now the idiot children of tomorrow resort to playing games that could be steller, with sticks AGAIN!? I for one, would enjoy Halo if I could aim my gun 300 percent faster with a mouse than the right analog stick... I'm too hard with the crappy controls anyway, I'm not a sensitive guy where I move it slowly... My rage goes into my fingers, which drive my gun and laser bolts into someone's head... I don't have time to denigrate myself with trying to be sensitive to sticks... thats for pussys... give me a mouse and simple button design for the consoles, and I will whip alot of ass on Halo 2.

my brother is so much smarter than me

2004-02-14T04:55:00.000-05:00

I have in front of me a collage scrap book my brother made from the various editions of Men's Health magazines he owned... Its a big notebook, a good hundred or two hundred pages of info... its pretty decent. I started using the first excercise in the book, but I might switch to another excercis or put in other workouts from various parts of the book... also, I have to try and do this in the morning, cuz the book says you can probably drain more fat from you if you do your workout before breakfast.

I had a very hectic day... pulled allnighter, finished my final revision of the statement... expressed mailed my Application at the Eleventh Hour (I hope they still take it), and finally got drained to sleep in the afternoon, to wake up and go hang with Miss. then walk around Walmart, thinking of Federal Aid, and catch up on VCR shows... Talked with my brother... He's in wisconsin... They D primaries are tuesday, but hes a Rino... Republican in Name Only... cuz mom was a R for Reagan... I want to finish the rest of the apps this coming week, but I really need to focus on which schools I want to finally decide to set with as my last 5 or so choices... Maybe figure out what dates I might want to go to NYC to see VIcky and Jim and Anne, and finally meet back up with Alby and Helen, as well as the old crew that still exist in the jungle... crap... I need to call the other helen, or dave might know... or luke... Anyways... I'm sure my march area is pretty unscheduled, unless i take upon a job, but if i head to MAdison to help Bro move... then I shouldnt really have a job... I'm just a poor homeless kid... Shouldn't stare at Juggies... heh.

Anyways... I wonder if there is a campaign hq here in tampa for one of Kerry... I'd like to help with that... get some experience... or some Hope or Hospice thing... dunno.

... weeks at the gym... weights still the same...

fun with friends

2004-02-13T05:34:00.000-05:00

argued with scott again... hes like, i can ruin ur reputation, somewhere in the arg... I'm thinking, go ahead ass, i dont talk to much anyone up there anymore, not like whatever crap u say can change things, I prolly won't be in this state come fall. but hes an ass... hes half a phong and me... talking with me its petty crap... talkin with lulu, its all cheesy. (yes, I'm being selective of my evidence, boohoo) that is so typical of guys.

anways... wonder if vicky is reading this... prolly not... so today she called cuz she wanted to see if i recommended to jimmy to take her to the MUSEUM of SEX for Vday... I'm like... hahaha, I wish... that wouldve been funny... The thing that was freaking me out was her voice... usually she sounds like a normal longisland cantonese... except for this conversation... she had this coy voice or cooing voice... basically it reminded me of one other person that would sound exactly like that, the girl in boston. I was saying "stop don't say anything, ur freaking me out." cuz really, it was starting to get to me... Its not to say thinking of Angela is disturbing me, I'm just putting in as much effort not to be reminded of her... when i don't want to be reminded of it... if I wanted to be reminded, I'll go find something to reminisce with, but not something thats gonna bang me on the head outta the blue... And one of the most poignant traits I remember of her, that will never escape me, is that voice, when she is sounding pouty and such... no other girl I know exhibits it to the fact that I characterize it with the person... Vicky sometimes does it, but this time it hit a memory neuron and then I felt like I was in the past, on the phone, keeping information from her to provoke her to use that voice... she's affective... argh... I'm distancing myself... I'll cloud my mind with apps... donkey's fucking (oops, that was lewis black just now) ..

Don't you hate it when you see or are exposed to something which cues something in ur mind of something or someone... it really sucks cuz when the memory triggers all the old memories flood back like a dam that contains your thoughts exploded.. why can't I be reminded of crystal or helen or sandy or ashley or kitty or naoko, or several of the other females that have passed through my life... succcks... i really wish I had been in any other popular asian state 4 years ago, any other state, than my home state... NY, MAss, Cali, Oregon... actually, it prolly wouldnt matter cuz this sequence of events would have happened regardless, just with some other person... at least there would be a higher freq of asians in nyu... like chinese... more chinese... more tas... blast....

aight... I'm pulling an allnighter to finish 3 sentences of an essay... i can feel my mind giving... but I need to keep up...

for added insight, check out the guy who commented the day b4, he has a nice site, something I wanted this one to be, if i had the time to be more informative and diligent to find information and paste it here... argh... by

the powers that be proclaim stalk thee

2004-02-13T02:33:00.000-05:00

soo.. its not the girl who owns that accnt, its the friend of the girl who owns the accnt apparently... its the one from the trip01 02 pic... that one...

anyways, can't trust liz for shit... dunno if shes lying to me... never known this brash naive young kid to say some news that shocks me then rescind her news then say yeah its true then take it back... for one thing... that messes with my accuracy head... phones don't help delve the truth, and that sucks

toy freak

2004-02-12T19:44:00.000-05:00

this is for me... this guy has way many more robots than i could imagine a person could own.. dammmn
http://www.collectiondx.com/users/jbernard/index2.asp

2004-02-12T12:00:00.000-05:00

Brush With the Law
Buy the book

It takes three years to graduate from Harvard Law School, but does it only take nine days to learn how to practice law?

Is it true that at Stanford Law School you can earn a degree by flying into town for finals?

In their book Brush With the Law: The Turbulent True Story of Law School Today at Stanford and Harvard, co-authors and practicing attorneys Jamie Marquart and Robert Byrnes explain how they mastered getting a J.D. in absentia.

Marquart, Harvard Law 1998, and Byrnes, Stanford Law 1998, entered law school with the the thought that they would dedicate themselves to academics. They were quickly disilliusioned.

But they did not waste the next three years of their lives. While their classmates spent sleepless nights preparing for grueling Socratic dialogues, they pursued their own versions of legal education. For Marquart, it was how to count cards at casinos. For Byrnes, it was the pursuit of pleasure through modern chemistry.

Of course, they graduated and went on to be hired at top-paying firms.

Read on to find out how ...

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Fifty-Six -- Byrnes

With me and Tim Apparel in chemical, academic, and financial alignment, I spent the next two months writing and receiving e-mails. Between January and April, 1,260 e-mails passed between me and Dawn; 110,880 words, longer than this book. There was a critical plot point: From: Robert Byrnes
To: Dawn
Subject: recovered memory
niccola? she’s still in boston. From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: recovered memory
right, niccola. at the time i had the hugest college girl “thing” for you. i can finally relate this, much to your amusement. it was ironic—i was an alterna-gal and then you introduced me to niccola, who was about as blonde and mainstream as they get, so i figured i was utterly not your type.

From: Robert Byrnes
To: Dawn
Subject: recovered memory
i remember everything but the “thing” for me.

From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: recovered memory
how disappointing. you were supposed to tell me how dark, intriguing, and utterly alluring i was.

From: Robert Byrnes
To: Dawn
Subject: recovered memory
i did think something like that—dark, alluring, organically cool. those were hazy days for me, but the day you met niccola is vivid; you were over near the window, niccola and i were walking out the door; the two of you exchanged some unsuccessful banter about careers and connections then we left. i had the impression you were unimpressed by me.

From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: recovered memory
nice of you to remember my being by the window for the introduction. i recall it being a black-cloud day. i was sure that you’d pointedly made the introduction to your goddess girlfriend, niccola, to set me straight of any ‘seducing robert’ aspirations i might have had.

From: Robert Byrnes
To: Dawn
Subject: niccola
she actually claims to be visiting here this weekend. she and tim apparel have fallen into a phone crush. niccola and I are post-sexual, but she’s arranging a fix-up with her actress friend, claire, who has requested someone who will “rock her all night long”; should i? can i?

From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: niccola
do what you will and what you want!

From: Robert Byrnes
To: Dawn
Subject: the last true thing

it turns out that niccola’s actress friend (claire) is a true beauty; offspring of two princeton profs, plenty of intell. inside, concert violinist.

late getting rolling saturday … i woke for good at three after a wankie and restless day of what was properly beauty sleep; i haven’t much margin for aesthetic error, you know.

i pick them up at the airport, crank the music, roll down the windows; ’73 beetle roars, new engine.

we get here, the house; would claire like a drink? many, hold the water.

the fix is in. tim apparel is chatting with niccola; eight or so hours down the line, they’ll be screwing, and they’ll have company.

claire comes to my room to examine my cds; she finds satisfaction in van morrison, and i feign equal passion.

time for a tour of my pictures, carefully selected to show the evolution from uneasy adolescent to cocksure chap, sporting just a soupçon of dangerousness, and most recently standing on the half moon bay sands, sun striking the midriff, just so.

“do you still have that ‘six-pack?’” claire asks. i feign again: reticent, what-are-you-talking-about? embarrassment”

away we go! to san francisco; claire and i in the beetle; in another car: tim apparel, niccola, and francine lewis -- she, too, has taken a shine to tim apparel, and seems ok with sharing.

claire insists that we listen, at maximum volume, to haydn, #104, “london symphony,” running time approximately that of a hasteless car ride from palo alto to san francisco; we drink a bike bottle of icy vodka; our conversation moves like a fugue; she bites her lip as crescendos relax; when they rise, i witness extended air violin for the first time, and it is good.

at pomo, things fall apart:

niccola wigs out from some brutal stew of pills and liquor; claire and francine lewis erupt in conflict over astrology; finally, claire wigs out at niccola’s having wigged out; turns out claire is opposed to even a hint of insanity; the me and claire thing goes all to shit. claire will stay with her brother, san francisco resident, rather than step into the night with me. she has deemed me entirely resistible. i drive her to the brother’s place; we chat, kiss, stroke hair, smoke american spirits, exchange numbers, part; see ya’ … never …

tim apparel, niccola, and francine lewis all came back here, started off in the car, i’m told, before finishing on tim apparel’s bed; i stayed in the city, found paris, who is not in fact dead, to prove to myself that i could say no, and i did: had a beer at pomo, just a beer, me and paris, that was that, because i might have found a truth worth holding onto. i drove home at dawn with the replacements blaring. [and now a word from niccola, who is just emerging from tim apparel’s bedroom]

Dear Dawn:
Excuse me, but I am very much in need of a new friend. Someone dark, intriguing and utterly alluring. I have high standards for best friends & boyfriends … must be someone always making plans to be somewhere else and who moves with stealth, as if in possession of much secret knowledge. A puma.

Best,

Niccola

From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: the last true thing
i’m still extracting the claws from my shoulder. i’m either disappointed that niccola is less discerning in her ability to pick up subtleties or that she’s so very protective of her darling robert. i, of course, pose no threat, being much more the wolf than the mountain lion.

From: Robert Byrnes
To: Dawn
Subject: the last true thing
you think you’re disappointed? here i am, eyes averted from the claire failure -- with only some wild urgency causing me to commit several true confessions to your sole possession, and you are merely disappointed.

From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: the last true thing
you may consider me unappreciative of being the recipient of some gang-bang authored drug-induced snideness from your lost weekend.

From: Robert Byrnes
To: Dawn
Subject: the last true thing
is that to say you’re upset?

From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: the last true thing
is that to say that you’re concerned?

From: Robert Byrnes
To: Dawn
Subject: the last true thing
in fact i am. and the last thing about the truth was true.

From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: the last true thing
some acknowledgment of nastiness would be nicely in order. and i don’t know what that last truth thing was all about.

From: Robert Byrnes
To: Dawn
Subject: that last truth thing
around the time i first saw you, my vision was already blurred by the kinetic swirl you seem to have heard too much about; all the riotous excursions that i assumed would end or slow down, not massively accelerate, in law school. it’s the kind of motion that draws you toward people with a mad passion but also flings you into separateness.

nastiness, you say; i hear the word but can connect it to no gesture, phrase, or thought, no sleepless sentiment recorded in the most candid 4am state-of-being audit.

you saw something i can’t see.

some things, though, i do know. if you have felt hauled into a twisted stimulus-response experiment, i would have to spill out the full inventory of my thoughts and disembodied feelings to show you the contrary, because i don’t know where to go, what to say. you already know everything i know about me. you do make me try and think harder, though.

so here it is: I repress voids, irretrievable losses—like what it would have been had we worked together in boston before i left for law school. had it been you it would have been at least as grand, but differently so. unknowably different, too. that’s life’s rich pageant, again, and again, with all its sparkle, all its colors of distress, green and grey, all its clouds, love untold, imagined pasts, paths overgrown, foregone, forgotten. and you do sparkle for me, because i remember the sun shining that day you were standing near the window.

From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: that last truth thing
it appeared that you had joined with niccola and focused sarcastic nastiness at my expense—whether in a drugged-out giddiness or because you had talked me up just a little too much to niccola and caused some territoriality i don’t know—but i respect the great history there, and have no aspirations or expectations to be another niccola in the book of robert’s journey. betrayal is something i am rarely able to forgive. i find people in general inherently disappointing. the diamonds among them that awake the soul in unexpected ways are rare, worth cultivating at great effort.

I sat unable to compose a reply. I had been awake for three days, all e-mails. Tim Apparel came to my door and said:
“Just downloaded a brief. Dumb it down a little and we’re all set for Moot Court. Bike ride?”

It was the only ride where Skyline failed to jolt me into fluid pleasure.
When we returned: Bababooey.

From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: that last truth thing
what i mean is, you are a diamond in the canopy of stars.

From: Robert Byrnes
To: Dawn
Subject: that last truth thing
with that, you’ve given me the sweet weight that will finally hold me in sleep.

From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: color me red…
and speechless… what’s the occasion? i was just minding my own business, not doing work … when suddenly, life (literally) becomes a bed of roses …

From: Robert Byrnes
To: Dawn
Subject: color me red…
do you know i had never before “sent roses”? it seemed worse than owning a rider mower or going to titty bars with the fellas from marketing.

From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: !!!!
just because some cultural standards are subject to mass consumption or veer into contrivance doesn’t mean that they are, in all situations, by nature, fraudulent; put another way: things that go without saying still gain something by being said from time to time.

i thought one romantic gesture should beget another:

any free zones of time between now and summer? or black-out dates, times that would just not be a good time to visit (exams, etc.)?

life is moving pretty fast, suddenly.

(and if you’re lucky, maybe the last person in the whole world you will ever want to kiss will also be named dawn.)

To: Dawn
From: Robert Byrnes
Subject: !!!!
all free zones, except the actual hours i have to be in an actual exam, which would fall only at the end of may, last week or so; even then, half of three days; you could sleep while I take the exams. only other binding commitment is april 14th—moot court oral arguments.

we’ll drive down the coast, throw down the roof, make sharp corners, take in the sights, let the wind knot your hair.

From: Dawn
To: Robert Byrnes
Subject: so, come on, take my hand, let’s go:

american airlines
BOSTON to SAN JOSE, 10 APRIL FLT129 arr 11:47
SAN JOSE to BOSTON, 21APRIL FLT128 dep 1:00

Dawn did arrive in San Jose on April 10, 1997, a Thursday. I’d gotten pulled over for speeding that morning on my bike. I was late; the gate empty; no airplane. Flight 129 had arrived and gone. I bolted out of the terminal, and there she was, the person I hadn’t seen for two years, looking the same, better, beautiful. Then:

Last first kiss!

god

2004-02-12T04:18:00.000-05:00

i forgot the word correspondance... correspondance... anyways, i was trying to think of another word for talks or keeping in touch, and i couldn't remember correspondance... which is odd, since I hear it every day on the west wing or so... i loooove the west wing...

damn

2004-02-11T20:58:00.000-05:00

must find big o soundtrack

hmm

2004-02-11T20:39:00.000-05:00

some viet girl, who must've used this computer I'm on in JC, but has a UF plaza account... weird... except that she's a cute... but I don't remember seeing any girl here ... or maybe someone else was here looking at her site... but alot of the pivtures are of st pete... this is piculiarly (fuck I can't speel) interesting... hmm... so, for you ppl, but mostly for me, I'm pasting this for my own future reference.
http://plaza.ufl.edu/trlyna/

Update: FCUK! Annie is in some of these pictures!!! where does she know all these women!!!
Update Again: Double Fuck, Annie has annoying popups on her site!!! piss!!!

Van, I bet this person is CASA, raight?! you've seen this b4 riahgT? get back to me on that!

yeas...

2004-02-11T03:23:00.000-05:00

im brning money i dun have... also, i still havent finished my stupid revisions... I really wanted to write another edition... but maybe I'll work on that next week, or on the road up to ville... oh yeah, i may decide to ride up to school with my friend liz, since she came down to tampa for, imho, no real reason...

its funny, i have to describe her to my aunt, with the life story and everything, and she goes, "why don't you chase her?" and I reply "cause that would be like chasing a real-life sister around." its more of the shes-really-not-my-type... ishe is the true exception of women on my ladder, because I couldn't see myself with her, sober or drunk... but I'll always need the girl for that kindred island brethren support, and I'll be there for her, when I'm not moody and manly bitching around... yeah, men can be bitchy too... we call that aggression... women bitchy... we just call that bitchy. hahahah

god, george bush should be censured

2004-02-10T15:01:00.000-05:00

for being an idiot

god, i hate mom... i need to shoot something

2004-02-10T05:19:00.000-05:00

mom is still trying to dictate me... she is partially pushing me to be a lawyer, though i would've done it anyways, seeing as how i'm nowhere in or near new york to get any advancement in the business world unlike my alumni... but now she wants me to focus on bein an IP lawyer in China... in CHINA..!!! wtf? My chinese is one notch higher than Troi's!!! (troi is my best friend liz's bf, whos vietnamese, but learned chinese cuz he hates his ethnicity and wants to have her parents like him more)... even if i took chinese, it would have to be at that level where I would be able to translate crap on the fly, and not the children's manga, I'm talking about hardcore professional newspapers... I would literally have to be able to understand every word and nuance in a chinese news broadcast, and I don't even know half the crap they say... damn... mom is pushing me again... I just want to get to school, see what area i would like... with a partialness to IP, but if something else piqued my interest, I would like to get that on... damn you mom...

this really reminds me of rich and his father, except my parent isn't saying I'm a loser or something... darn... wish rich still read my thing... i got alot of crap to bitch about... wonder if van is still checking up on this, or forgot about here... dun matter, I still get combined hits from the blog and xlog... oh... I hit 10000 clicks... and it wasn't rich (boo) ... but still... 10 thousand, not bad.

lezbians, cool, nipple piercing, ewww..

2004-02-09T04:09:00.000-05:00

so, if you havent read the docket on the xlog, I got to go skating! its mad long... i skated, with lesbians... god, that sounds cool... course, if you have ever seen cute/hot/pretty lesbians go at hit, its pretty hot/weird... in my view... don't get me wrong, pretty lesbians are infinitely better than ugly/fat lesbians, (observation from tw, with two fat cows talking about which girls they liked/disliked, destroying my who image of lesbians... only to be balanced by hot lesbians grinding and pumping into each other in the club...entry here, and feel free to read the old early posts during the sin summer of taiwan)... anyways... white lesbians are funky. i think my friend wanted me to grope her, quoting (I'm adjusting to get a view of the RearProj TV, she sitting on the sofa, my arm is somewhere behind her) ,"hey it looks like your hand was going to wrap around and grab my boob." @_@ (what?!) Course its prolly nothing, like her mentioning her bf recently, but then much more recently saying something about hes not really her bf, that the guy wants her to acknowledge his title for something-sake... I wasn't listening... but, of the recent activities, smoking out, stealing, going to pool halls, roller rinks, thats cuz there is nothing else to do...

Or I am eing dense again...I DO know that emily is crushing on me, often. (shes this girl that used to go to UF but was dragged back to junior college, and she had a disorder where the hypothalamus didn't function so she didn't get a "grow spurt" per-se... (how the hell do you use "per se") So she always wants me to go somewhere with her: go with her to attend something for school credit, go to the mall, take her to the movie... Most of the time I hide and become very curt on the phone so i can make her mad and hang up... cuz thats how I deal with women... I'd rather they hate me than miss me... so i'll do ass-like actions... not pick up fone, say I'll meet them somewhere and show up on asian time, etc... its my way of dealing with ppl when I don't feel like doing something.

anyways, I was supposed to say something about the old girls, but I'll put that off till next week

body piercings, my new phobia...

2004-02-07T03:52:00.000-05:00

yeah, so guess what, I figured out something that makes me cringe when i think of it, and i can't stand an observation. and, its body piercings... yup, you heard me, sticking holes in your body for the sake of dangling metal doodads for fashion. I restrict my new deterrment to anything that isn't a ear, lip, nose, or tongue piercing, and maybe bellies... this is cuz i've seen them, and those aren't bad, or maybe because those are in areas i think I'm tolerant of it... actually, i was very against nose ones when my munchkin Jessie decided to do that, and i said "if you do, i won't like it," and I saw it later on, and it was small and quaint, like irulan on RW.

no, my tiff is those other piercings, mainly those piercings in the naughty regions, like your penis, or nipple, or hood (you know where), or god forbid, your asshole... (god, i hope that doesn't exist)... the whole deal is that I feel those areas really don't need any of that crap tacked on... seriously... nipple ring, whats it gonna be for? the only way ur gonna see it or any of thse areas, is if the area itself was exposed... the whole deal is that your supposed to see these trinkets... what do you think it would feel like if a woman saw a metal ring on a man's winkie while going down on him, only to have th ring stuck on her uvulva or filling... same question for guys... reversed and with a hood ring... yeah... its gonna hurt someone alright...

The age of tattoos has spawn a generation of people being live expressions represented in body art... before, tattoos were sailors and prison inmates... on biceps, shoulders, or necks... nowadays, its spread to shoulder blades for men and lower backs for women... (IMHO: tattooing a bf's initials on you is the stupidest idea in the world, short of you giving birth to a child). I'm still a "natural beauty" person... I feel like makeup makes ppl uber fake... except fr nice lip gloss, i would ban every other cosmetic product and shoot into the sun any person who majored in cosmetology... tattoos are permenant decorations that, if tasteful, are tolerant for me, otherwise, hellz no...

back to piercings... I'm never hooking up with a chick who has piercings in my "naw-ah" areas... I'm still baffled why ppl want to pierce their glans/hood... i mean, you have to take another minute, ladies, to feel down there and jab another metal ring in an area you really can't see... what if you draw blood...

In the future, for my Op-eds... I hope to back up my bitching with some anecdotes, to make it look like I researched some good shit to cite... good thing my next post will center back around the women of... sorry, jon called me yesteryear, and how i pin the reason I'm attracted to certain types of girls... which must be b/c of past facial resemblence or somethin... i dunno.

business opportunity

2004-02-05T04:48:00.000-05:00

Well, i found the flash drive... i'm sooo stupid... whew..

anyways... i was surfing around, not looking for porn because I have dial-up, and I keep thinking about whether to get netflix like my exroomate matt did, or my cousin edna does... and then it hit me... why isnt there an adult netflix... not like netflix with a porn division, but a porn only netflix, and you call it pornflix... I can some of you are not touching your mouse and keyboard, but think about it... after reading the true porn clerk stories (which you should have, LAST Year), you know that there are alot of people that want nothing more than to only rent XXX, not buy it... because, unless its a movie you really want for your collection, you just want to experience it once... so I'm thinking, Is there some parallel netflix that deals only in porn? hmm... a man can think about the most absurd entrepeneurial things at 4:50am.

god, I'm so stupid

2004-02-04T20:02:00.000-05:00

I've lost the most important thing to me right now... my fucking flash drive... its a little plastic thing thats replaced my need for floppies and zips... and it has all my law school papers i was working on... and i fucking lost it... i dont know if i left it in a computer at school or its in the car, but for right now, i'm fuckiing pissed... cuz now i gotta retweak the damn paper again, and i dont think i made extra copys of the final draft... PLUS I gotta write another addenda to my probation papers, and redo my resume.... this blows... i how whoever took the damn thing and didnt turn it in rots in his car as he gets sliced in half by a mack truck.

in the meantime... i have decided that relationships are too much bullshit... this is what it feels like now: women who like you, but you dont like, women you like who don't like you... i have seen certain types of relationships of women who like you who you like, but that is from an observation standpoint... and there is no such thing as women you want to punch in the face who want to scratch your eyes out... but that would be funny.

I have not gotten a call from MTV, sadly cuz they think a gay guy is mucccch better than an azn guy for the series... comn, they have had every single other type of person, this is bullshit... gay guy, gay girl, black guy/girl, southern m/f, northern m/f, hispanic m/f (I'm guessing here), drunk guy girl, asian girl... but no asian guy... its cuz an asian guy wont be cute enough to fit the demograph appeal of the idiot mtv generation, although mtv put a big risk in funding Better luck Tomorrow, which still would kick the shit outta stupid movies like "The perfect score" which should be really be called "the fag of a movie". i dunno... mad... stupid Lexar... need to find it... please hope its in the car...

OH, if ANYONE KNOWS HOW TO FIX PS2s LET ME KNOW!!!!!

i hate you all

2004-02-01T04:13:00.000-05:00

tas ppl suck, you all suxors... why...? cuz none of you fuckers tell me whats going on...!!!!
i could be mellow and apathetic like sandy, since she cut herself off from themwhen we all parted in thailand, but I'm piiiisssed... is there some TAS memo that goes around where ppl say "hey, lets go back this year"? why da fuck dont i know about it!? I'll tell you why. cuz i'm down in the wang of america! no one is here... everyone else is in SF or NY or Bost.... florida blows, fyi... the only good thing is IOA... and beaches, and the bikini clad women in december, besides that... everything blows... the only reason ppl should come to florida is to seee mee!!! me, come fuckin find me you whores!!!

anyways... pissed, and the fact rich still has my stuff mashimaro still pisses me off... cuz i want my beer bunny back!!!

hey my peoples...

2004-01-27T02:22:00.000-05:00

sorry... can't post something deep today... had to xlog something on the crappy site, cuz i owe it to my driving buddy at least... so you all need to take a deep breath, hold it in, and read the Tuesday Xanga Log.. but don't ever breathe while in xanga, or you'll gets Sars... really... how do you think everyone got it in the first place... fcukin cats? i beg to differ... anyways... take one for the team and go here if you want to read the Road Trip

sooo tired...

2004-01-23T13:49:00.000-05:00

i dunno if its from yesterdays workout, or stressing over a stupid puzzle that made no sense, but i'm mad dogged tired, or something... i can't find a good pic of me for the cast call, so i'm going to best buy to steal a snapshot from their demo cams... i can it "being competitive" with company resources.

2004-01-23T04:16:00.000-05:00

its not easy trying to make plans with people when they give you cryptic maybes and crap, but at least now i'm actively trying, like being aggressive... alot of times you get smacked in the face, but ya know what? for a split second, a woman's hand is caressing your face (this is a hypothetical situation, i havent been smacked around physically)

god its cold, i love my blankie and pillow... oooh, gotta bring my pillow....

I think i can understand why that girl stomped the hell outta that guy, but the guy was indeed blinded and never noticed for a long time of the shoeprints on his back. ~Mind'sEye

Working out makes me sore... boooo.

words of mom

2004-01-23T00:30:00.000-05:00

This is a year not very good for Tiger and Monkey (six year apart), so I need to donate money to temple tomorrow to get lucky for you, so be more careful this year.
mom

in hindsight

2004-01-22T20:46:00.000-05:00

maybe it wasnt a good idea to disclose my women past history with van, complete with event timeline and what not... but i guess it doesnt matter to me... now that i think about it... I'm hundreds of miles away, i don't speak to any of those girls... and it don't care... besides the ville was just one part of my escapades with the other gender; thats like, one of 4 parts... and the rest were just as wild and or weird...

at least one more person has remembered that i keep a secondary website, complete with venting, bottles, and etc. and I'm sure i'm gonna have a couple more ppl find my site soon... my ticker is gonna jump faster.

no anger, no hate, no problem... i can't erase what I feel, but i can at least let it go on... something like that... i'm a little tired.

writing some crap for my statement

i luuuuuuvvv my phone

2004-01-19T04:43:00.000-05:00

did you know, my samsung sch-e715, which costs 299 retail, i got for 249 and amazon sold for fucking 50, which is an Intenna phone/calender/camera/alarm/morningcall/jukebox/chessgame, doubles as a handy dandy flashlight with the led flash from the camera? sweeet!

sooo tired...

2004-01-18T03:27:00.000-05:00

i really can't deal with writing a personal statement ... how long, and stuff//... soo tired..... but time is running out... the days count and tick by... when will this end.

I'm waiiiiting

2004-01-16T05:21:00.000-05:00

hey, Tim... one, some of ur links in your website don't point where they should point, and two, werent you supposed to have sent me something, like recs or essays or something?!?!?!?!

also, your in miami right? do you think you have space for me and a friend to crash for a friday night if we ask? theres something going on in Ft Laud and we would probably need a place to stay thats close by... really need it... aight...

dammit, just email me (drchiang@yahoo.com) or cell me 3528711000.

Where the hell am i supposed to send my essay after i send it?! hmm, this is weird...

2004-01-12T04:22:00.000-05:00

fuck, i may have shafted myself... again... stupid ballys... i'm going for my other plan and get a JC card to work in the gym... which means i gotta cancel the bally plan ... yeah... if i do get a 3 month free guest membership, i'll use it, but im not going to sign a contract... if anythit, ill go to the oher store and try it...

oh, signed in to the weigh in...

national weigh-in

2004-01-11T02:38:00.000-05:00

if you dont know, yesterday was national weigh in... if you were lucky enough to stumble upon it like i did at a discovery channel store, you can weigh yourself and get a 3 month trial at ballys to try to lose the weight... woohoo... after the apps, im hitting that thing for all its worth...

if anyone wants to help me think of some teacher recommendations i can write, it would really help

2004-01-10T04:03:00.000-05:00

I thought teachers and bosses were supposed to write your damn recs for you. It seems as though in high school teachers take this task more seriously, whereas bosses and professors empower the student with the task of glorifying themsilves and having the prof sign off on it... my problem is that i have two profs and a boss who want me to draft stuff up... if some ppl could help ghost write a couple ideas, it would be great... we could start off with my American Gov professor, who is a lawyer and though i would make a good one... really... you can go buck wild on this thing... not a "hes like God" or something, but something where he was very interested in history and information regarding politics and law, and would tend to stay after class and constantly barrage the teacher to death with questions and such.

second would be my boss from TI: lets think... uhm... i guess the points in my IT interning... (i was half loyal... but very diligent)... was that i was active towards my goals and helped execute and maintain certain projects (VEritas Backups, OS migrations and upgrades) as well as assisting with other jobs that the IT Booth personal were called on, to help educate me with operations of things like phone biling and phone rewirings and shit...

the third one: i guess i dont need to write it, she said all i need to do is stress points...

so if anyone has ideas for that, mail them to drchiang@yahoo.com

pleaaase: cuz i got a stupid personal essay i need to write...

in fact... um... tim... didnt ur girl register for lsac too? doesnt she have a copy of her personal essay? *hint* *also hint for the other things *wink**hint*

gtg... im really very tired after getting blown off by a girl im not understanding... youd think, if a girl didnt want to go out with you, she would already have stated about the existence of her bf, to which her coworkers are aware ... yet if she didnt explicitly or implicitly mention, yet agrees to something and later backs out... doesnt she seem like a cock tease? i mean, she is pretty spanking... but, a man can only tolerate so much cockteasing. yeah... for that project, im staying off until the bitch calls me one time... i still have the other two i need to work on... not to mention these apps are due soon... literally 2/1 but realistically a week before... FUCK!!!

aight... night...
gtg think of which schools again...