racoons.....

finally over it.

interesting factoid: they like marshmallows, if they're not cooked.


one more thing, my worst pet peeve right now is when someone texts you and gives you a mountain of crap for not knowing who he/she is. there's probably a good a reason why I don't have your number.

on a positive note, I am going to win the mcdonalds monopoly challenge this year. seriously, who do you know personally that's won one of those? well, you will soon.

Fo Sho..

its too late to be typing right now, fo sho. but i feel like it.

I just got back from San Fran and it was quite a trip. visited my ol friend/ex papa pistolero band member: Mckay. did some site seeing, shopping and a hell of a lot of driving. If I had to say one thing in the trip that was most memorable, it had to be when we walked into a bar at 5 in the afternoon and some 80 year old guy tried to buy jut and I a drink. Actually, it was more Jut than I. we really didn't think anything of it. obviously san fran is the gayest city on the map and we just assumed that we might have looked gay. However, upon observation, it turned out to be a gay bar, and that's where doods meet other doods to meat. sick. what else?

we crossed the golden gate bridge too.

I bought some hello kitty figures in chinatown.

Ate a bunch of food.

the only manly thing we did was going to the giants game.

all in all, it was a good trip. much needed break from provo.

the last samurai.....

tom cruise can kiss my yellow ass.

they have come to destroy us...

my first memory of America probably would be oatmeal. I was pissed that we couldn't eat fish and fermented soy beans for breakfast anymore. But, my second memory would definitely be July 4th, i.e. independence day.

It really didn't make much sense to me at the time, but now since I've lived here for so long, my eyes have opened, literally and figuratively speaking.

the parades was so strange. our dad would make my brother and I stay up till like 3 in da mornin to go save a spot in front of farrer middle school on center street. by the time the parade started, we would be too tired to even watch it.

in the later years, my dad would host his infamous July 4th bbq in our backyard. the ironic thing was, there were usually no Americans there to celebrate America day. just the good ole asians talking about their kids being on the honor roll.

and then for the finalle, the fireworks.

America, fuck yeah.

just so you know..

... shaq recently spit some hate game at kobe for losing the NBA finals. fortunately, I got to witness this historical event three thousand times via ESPN. unfortunately, I didn't quite get to grasp the whole notion of this "rap" because the FCC decided that it's unemployed, 40 year old day time ESPN winos couldn't handle it.

well, for all yall that felt gipped for not knowing what the came after the word "my"on the whole "Kobe, how my bleep tastes" line, I have some kind of resolve for you. and I wanted to believe that shaq was talking about lil' shaq, but I was wrong.


check it.

I think ghost are real...

pretty good