Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Asian Pie III
Monday, July 30, 2007
Asian Pie episode II
And so the next day i took Jerron's advice and remained cool with Patty. That kind of works, but I found out more about her. She seems a bit too.....wild, hope you know what i am saying here. Was she the right girl for me? After some visits Pomona and Clairemount, she revealled herself as a real party girl. And what's next? Andres told me a secret. Patty knew what we were talking about last night. She eithter eavesdropped on us last night or a spy told her.. and we suspected the gay gay in our dorm, not Gaylo but a real gay guy. (lol yeah that sounds mean)
Here lies a quote Jerron, and all those people before him told me "the right girl will come along". Who's the right girl? and I am gonna leave sort of a cliche for you. Wait for episode III of Asian Pie
But here is another picture worth putting up. Here is what happened to our living room after the first two nights:
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Asian Pie
But hack, I will just write the plot down here, right on this blog.........a short time ago in a College close, close by....
So yeah the first thing I did after a drop of all my things in my dorm was to find the two bastards: Jon and Gabriel (aka Gaylo meaning 'gay dude' in Chinese). Found them and attended this boring meating. And later I met this girl...yup my first target. She approached me first, apparently she was trying to know everyone's name. But she seemed to hang around me all the time. Her name is Patty and that is her
Yeah, but I got to put my bros in front of the chicks first right (a Chinese Triad code)? So I spent some time with my roomates: Andres the Mexican gangsta, Sean the Persian, and Jerron the master in Flirtology. Remember what I told you? there were only 10 guys vs 25 chicks, so we guys were trying to live under a "communist" order and live without forming a hierachy system like in our school (for more information about clanning, you can watch the movie Mean Girls). We decided to roll with some chicks in the nearby college town Westwood, and we did have some fun. So Patty and I spent some time together I found out she belonged to the 'wild type'. yup girls had the clanning system. there were the party girls, nerd girls, gansta girls, and the girls-group-that-i-dont-know-what-to-call-them-but-someone-probably-jerron-decides-to-call-them-anders's-girls
i will explain more later. remember to catch the next episode of ASIAN PIE
Thursday, July 26, 2007
This girl that changes my life
Yeah, I guess you know I am attending a Princeton Review camp, which is an SAT drilling camp PLUS college tours in California. Learned so much new ways to approach...blah. Yeah those tutors I guess you won't wanna read on a blog. AND talking about college tours, here are my choices: UCLA, UC Berkley, UC Irvine, Stanford, and Pepperdine (sweet place, like a resort). But I guess you are all interest what happened during the camp....especially stories that relate to the title of this entry...
One of the nicest thing about this camp is there 10 males vs 25 girls. SWEEEEEEET. Even grandpa wanted to stick around (Yup that is my family....my legacy). And I met this girl....this particular girl on her BIRTHDAY during the camp. Her name is Katie. She changed my life so much........she is the first girl that I ever really get so close to.....the first girl that I have put all my feelings on her......
yup, the story just begins....bu i will put a halt here. i am having jet lag and i need to get a sleep NOW. I am just gonna propond the press confronce k?
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
excersing
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
airport time killing
And once again, my flight have been delayed. so I just went over to a book store and bought a novel. I have been reading too much about Holy Grail and religious detective stories, so this time i decide to choose something that can scare the living crap out of me. Black Sunday by Thomas Harris, the author of Hannibal. I decide to read it when everyone is sleeping on my flight to create some "atmosphere". Gonna be fun. I remember last time when I was flying to San Fran, I watched Big Momma House 2 and laugh so loud that everyone turned and look and thought i was a Jihadi (is there a word like that?) . but this there there will be FEAR instead... I have "conquered" Exorcist, and I don't know about this one
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Safe from KGB...for now
Haha, I haven't been writing for like two weeks already, since they don't even have a mobile network in Mongolia. That's right, I just came back from an ex-communist country, not for pleasure, but actually a semester school religion class. It is a summer class about Buddhism and we gotta travel all the way to Mongolia to "experience the nirvana" ("wait, isn't Nirvana a BAND?" my awkward quote on the first day) and I can also get my religion class done and have another free period. But the best thing is that it is not only a religion class, but a service trip. A Habitat for Humanity trip to be more exact. We spent a whole week building houses with the locals (To be more exact...I call myself destroying rather than building...after I finished building the chimney, I just found out I haven't been putting a single drop of cement on the bricks...). Man it once a tough experience. Working under the burning hot sun, carrying 30 kgs of cement every 2 minutes. But it was quite sexy, yo. You can't do that everyday, and finally my mom won't nag about how I have wasted another summer holiday. Moreover I have built up some
"guns" for A grade rugby next year.
And the other week? Well we spent time living in "gers" (Mongolian tent) and visiting children organizations such as Christina Noble Foundation and VCC (V-something Children Camp) taking care of orpahns. And best of all we gotta watch Shrek 3 with Mongolian subtitle one night. It would have been a nice experience, if we don't have any readings to read or scary essays to write (I spent one whole night writing the exam essay).
Best and Worst memories? Well, so far all the services are the best things in the trip. Worst? well here comes another story. No hot water to shower for the entire trip, have a few flies in my mouth, a BROKEN luggage (holy crap luckily that is on the last day. I need to share bag with my teachers), and of course, my wisdom tooth was KILLING me. The first thing I do when I got off from the plane in Hong Kong was to catch a ride to the dentist and pull it out. Oh my dear Lord's Mother, my dentist was HARDCORE. He did it quickly, only too quickly. He just injected two huge shots in my mouth, and stuck his knife up my wisdom tooth, and DIG it out. Crap, that is the experience, the joy and pain.
Hey btw the Chairman of China was here yesterday. I hope the stupid lame-ass welcoming show didn't bore the crap out of him.