Wolf, Fox, Dog, and Bird

You know, I was thinking about doing something huge before 2008 last week. Lots of huge things happened in my Christmas vacation (just want to wish Jesus a happy birthday again here): "accidentally" upgraded to a first class cabin is a massive one. Lol I wasn't expecting that. The whole seat was around 3 meters long and 1 and a half wide. That is the shit.

But something massive but crappy also happened...my bro Gerard rang me and told me the girl I have a crush on made out with some other dude, and that night I could not sleep (still hurts now) and I decided to take a walk around the city...bumped into lots of hoes and pimps though, but ended up in a Cuban bar. sigh...

but back in Hong Kong, I did something that become one of the highlight of 2007. At 0153 of 27 Dec, Bird (my bastard friend 'Gaybriel') rang me (and he named me Wolf) and asked if I want to spend a night out with him, his Nike-sponsored neighbor and Dog (my faggot friend Jon) since it was his birthday. Although nervous, there was no party without the Wrong Enders. So I grabbed my skateboard, put on my skate clothes, stuffed huge cushions in my bed and sneaked out of the back door (which i didn't lock it). We took a cab to downtown and skated for a couple of hours. We got some smirnoff and went to a computer bar where we played his favourite game until 4 am, which the four of us ran down to catch a cab home...but that wasn't over yet. When I got back, the back door was LOCKED and I didn't ring the bell because I didn't wanna tick off my dear old Darth mom and Vader dad. I decided to stay until my maid take the trash out...but she seemed to have forgotten to. But still I waited until 7 am when the paper dude dropped off the news, which my maid would unlock the front door and my dog (not Jon, just my dog Rocky) wouldn't bark at that (she would sound the alarm if I unlock the door from the the outside) and at that point I successfully sneaked back in.

but last I had a surprise bday party for Bird, which I invited all of my friends ( including the girl that i like) to my apartment. We ended up watching the newest American Pie (Beta House) and played manhunt in the park, which then I told 'her' about our nicknames, and she named herself 'Fox'. yall get the point.

real junior experience

whats the real junior year experience?

failing tests
sneaking into bars with fake id
having 'guys talk' like everyday
inhumane amount of homework (not only torture, but saw style torture)
4 tests in one single day
girls, girls girls (only apply to guys)

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and 2 and a half hour of sleep. thats right, last thursday i watched too much prison break that i forgot to finish my spanish project. stayed up the whole night WITHOUT coffee. yeah me.

ahh i miss those carefree time in ucla. I MISS U KATIE, ZOE, ALEX (even though u might not remember me)