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Sunday, July 17, 2005

Sun, 17 Jul 2005 00:33:09 GMT

VBI.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Wed, 22 Jun 2005 01:54:06 GMT

After working for the Santa Clara Parks and Recreation Department for a total of two days, I have already achieved the love of a 5-year-old Indian girl named Sarah Babar.

Today and yesterday, I have eaten lunch with Sarah twice, played with her in the sand at the playground, held her hand while she is in line walking places, and carried her while she was on the verge of crying. Yesterday, at lunch time, we went to the playground. I was sitting around joking with the other leaders, and Sarah came running up to me telling me she had a surprise. I went to the area she had been working on for the past few minutes, and saw a big circle in the sand, with twigs and sticks standing up. She then began singing "Happy Birthday," saying she had just built me a cake out of the sand. This morning, the first thing she did when she saw me was give me a big hug, then tell me she had a gift for me. She ran to her backpack, and soon came racing back with a stick of gum. Yes, she had brought a stick of gum... all for me. After an intense game of a variation of dodgeball, the majority camp was taking a quick break by sitting on a small brick wall, while others refreshed themselves at the water fountain. She then sat next to me under my arm, and told me that she loved me.
I really wonder what she thought after she had told me that, because my reaction was a bit of freaked out, astonished, caring, and basically in awe (I'm pretty sure that my face was teeming with expression as well). The only thing I could really think of doing other than replying with a forced and untrue "I love you," was pick her up and throw her in the air. The whole day, I thought about what she said and how my experience working at the summer camp has already changed my life, and provided a memory forever.

At lunch, I took my already obligatory seat next to Sarah, where she looked inside my lunch bag. After telling me I eat a whole bunch of food, she told me that for tomorrow, I shouldn't bring as much food. In response to my puzzled "Why?" she came back with a quick "Because I want to be able to share my food with you." At this point, my jaw probably dropped and I was ready to hit the floor, as I didn't know how the hell to handle this situation. Luckily, another leader came by with another camper and we started talking.

I wrote this with a lot more emotion than I thought I originally would, but hey, I happen to think that the little girl is amazing. It is pretty funny in retrospect, and take this as light as you can. Make fun of Sarah, however, and you can be pretty sure that you won't reproduce. Ever.

Friday, May 27, 2005

Fri, 27 May 2005 05:48:12 GMT

I don't really know how to put it right now, but it's a mixture of HAHAHAHAHA and wow.

I'm asking Chris Lin if there are any funny movies I should download (hypothetically of course, people at the RIAA!), and some movie titles get tossed around. Then, I thought about movies other people have told me to see, and remembered Airplane. Rustin Kashani almost wanted to slap me for not having seen the movie, saying it was a hilarious classic. Naturally, I open up Ares and search for the movie (just to see if it was possible for me to download it). And the number
one result for the search query Airplane? Airplane deepthroat. Other popular entries included sex on an airplane toilet, with the actual movie that I wanted towards the bottom of the list.

Its getting ridiculous now. I respect pornography, and all that it has done for the progression of society, but damn. Think about the technicalities and crap that they have to deal with in order to get a scene like that. First, if it isn't shot on a stage, you have to get a damn airplane for two willing people to have sex on. Last time I checked, airplanes weren't as readily available as pornography on the
internet. Since I'm pretty sure that it wasn't shot on location, think about how much crap setbuilders would have to go through in creating a stage that looks exactly like the interior of an airplane. The seats, littleass windows, overhead bins, and all. Sure, it has been done... but for a porno? Now is probably the hardest part of the entire film:
Trying to find a place for the two stars of the film to do their jobs. In order for the film to be realistic, the plane has to be somewhat populated, leaving out the option for the seats or the aisles. Besides, there is no way that two regular sized people can comfortably engage in intercourse in a single row of airplane seats. The aisles also happen to be much too thin for anything to happen down there. This leaves the lavatory. With the movie title being "Airplane deepthroat," we assume someone lower than another person, meaning they are either bending over, in a fetal position, or on their knees. Now there is NO FUCKING WAY that two people can comfortably fit into a lavatory with one person bending over or on their knees, so comfortable as to want to have sex
in there. I guess this only leaves us with one answer... it wouldn't ever happen! Whoa, never saw that one coming...

In other news, I send a heartfelt and congratulatory goodbye to the Class of 2005. I can really say that you guys have been like brothers that I've never had. From inspiring blogs to helping write cases, you guys are the best, and I have all the confidence in the world that you guys are going to kick college's ass. Thanks for all you have given me, and all that you will give to the world. (Now how corny was that?!)

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Sat, 02 Apr 2005 04:10:23 GMT

Hey all... So Mr. Wolf decided to assign the movie "The Restoration" (underlining requires IE, and I prefer to use an internet browser) to us for extra credit, and as always, we have to write movie reviews for the junk we watch. Last night, Patrick Go and I read each others, and Patrick said mine was maddox-esque. Flattered, the comment and Chris Lin prompted me to post it. Previous viewing of the movie isnt required.

In Michael Hoffman’s The Restoration, a young doctor by the name of Robert Merivel, played by Robert Downey Jr., undergoes adventures throughout Europe in the late 17^th century. He starts off as a lowly doctor, then travels far and wide, going from being the veterinarian to Charles the 2^nd’s dogs, to impregnating a woman who is believed to be mad. The story, however, is quite frankly ridiculous and not very well thought out. In Michael Hoffman’s The Restoration, the settings and clothing are fit to satisfy a historian, but unfortunately, it fails to satisfy any lay person in any aspect.

Yes, the movie is quite accurate in terms of dates and settings. The movie begins with the story of Charles II, and how he came in to power after the rule of the Puritans. This text, however, is about as historically accurate as the movie gets. Sure, the costumes and settings may have looked a little bit like they would have back then, but frankly, it doesn’t much matter. The setting is really the least of Hoffman’s worries, but he managed to pull those off, quite well. From the beginning, the movie is just a bunch of random events strung together, almost coherently. A historical analysis of the movie can be made by using one word: no.

At times, it seems as if Michael Hoffman had no interest whatsoever in pleasing the people who watched the movie for historical insight and analysis. He cared more about the main character falling in and out of love with two women he was basically forbidden to love: the king’s main mistress, as well as a woman thought to be loony. As soon as Merivel’s castle was sacked from him for allegations of being in love with his halfhearted wife, the movie was probably put together using patterns of Michael Hoffman’s defecation. In all seriousness, even from a fifteen-year-old point of view, the movie is the most random course of events that could have possibly been strung together. After watching the movie, I rewound to the beginning, and watched the first few scenes. Then I moved forward to the last few minutes of the movie, and wondered just how intoxicated/stoned Michael Hoffman was while making the film. All the secondary characters meant nearly nothing to the movie, save Franklin Pierce, who inspired and re-inspired Merivel to become a doctor. Anyone watching the movie couldn’t have gotten any emotion out of his relationship with Meg Ryan’s character, as well as his infatuation with his “wife.” The supposed comrade butler he received along with his castle didn’t quite fit the old, trustworthy man that most see in a historical movie.

I give this movie a terrible out of ten. My two year old twin cousins could probably create a movie making more sense than this one. I have never watched a movie that caused me to fall asleep, be bored, and have a headache all at the same time. This officially ranks as one of the three worst movies I have ever seen. The list would go something like this.

Kung Pow: Enter the Fist
The Restoration
Freddy got Fingered.

Mr wolf, I hope you enjoyed this stream of conciousness.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Sat, 19 Mar 2005 04:37:29 GMT

I'm mad. And its March. Fuckin Kansas

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Tue, 15 Feb 2005 03:47:35 GMT

I hate how people always take surveys and when the question about ten acquaintences or one best friend comes up, they ALWAYS respond with one best friend, to seem sentimental or some jazz like that. Don't they ever think their answer through, and realize that ten acquaintences are ten potential best friends? Now stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Wed, 02 Feb 2005 01:32:38 GMT

According to the the slogan generator, all of you should recognize that: This Is The Age Of The Aaron.

Okay, okay, so an entry is wayy overdue. I believe that I have reached a whole new plateau of laziness. Considering that people most of the time use their xangas for procrastination (as do I), and in realizing that I, at times, get too lazy to blog, it seems as if I've become too lazy to procrastinate. Although seemingly inexplicable and paradoxical, I can fully explain by writing in my stream of consciousness when I feel as if I should be blogging.

WHAP. No thank you. I should blog. Dont Feel like typing. Lie Down. Too Lazy to walk to bed. Put head down on desk.

And it gets blurry from there. Okay, so despite that this is my inagural entry about nothing, lets congratulate all the people who got invited to the Berkeley tournament, specifically Patrick Go, who I truly believe "wanted" (if there is such a thing) it most. Another shout out goes to Nihaal Karnik, who, despite STARTING impromptu the Monday of the week of the tournament, somehow managed to take 4th place in the tournament, in which I failed out.

I've gotten an ipod recently, along with a docking station for it. I highly recommend the docking station just for chilling, especially because lying down and tossing and turning with headphones isnt a very pleasant experience. Make sure, however, when purchasing a docking station for any mp3 player, that you have some sort of wireless remote for it, because having to get up to change the song while one is chilling can get to be quite a pain.

Sorry for lowering all of your iq's for making you read that, but then consider that I didnt make you read that, and it was out of your own hatred for me that you decided to read the entry, and make fun of my proper grammar.

Peace, love, and humping like jackrabbits.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Wed, 12 Jan 2005 00:42:29 GMT

While being yelled at by my mother to clean my room last night, it dawned on me. What's the point of a clean room? I understand that a room shouldn't be dirty (filthy, with crust growing in random places), but I dont understand why a room can't be messy. I'll ask her that tonight, then edit later on with the answer. For the meantime, everyone can tell me what they think the purpose of a clean room is...

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Sun, 02 Jan 2005 18:54:22 GMT

Ahh, Vegas/LA/Palm Springs was fun. Got to see my grandma beat up my little cousin, and subsequently say all kinds of words in tagalog I've never heard before. Got to see Meet the Fockers with my cousins, and that was pretty damn good. It seems a bit hypocrytical that I'm blogging about a vacation I had if you look back a couple posts, but I dont do this often. The van ride home from Vegas, however, was HELL. Here's how it went:

Cousin: Sniff
Me: *trying to sleep
Cousin: Sniff sniff, sniff
Me: Blow your nose
Cousin: Okay, *blows nose

5 minutes later

Cousin: Sniff Sniff
Me: If I hear you sniff one more time, I'm going to rip the mucus glands out of your neck, causing you to no longer create mucus, so that your circulatory system wont work anymore, and wont be a burden to the rest of the world.
Cousin: *is quiet for the rest of the trip (Sniff-wise, I mean)

Seeing little kids piss me off makes me wonder whether or not I was like that when I was a kid. Sure, I'll admit that maybe I ask a little too many questions, but DAMN. She goes on random rants in jibberish, saying that she needs to bet her pokemon challenge thing on her gameboy.

Vegas also made me wonder about people's methods of getting attention. I'm sure that all of you have some time or other been offered small advertisements for escorts by mexicans, and I'm also sure that none of you have ever taken one . But the method of grabbing attention that the makeshift solicitors use is quite intriguing. They usually have a handful of cards, and they slap a couple cards on the big stack, making it sound like a sort of clap. For the first couple times, my eyes bolted to them right away, wondering if someone had set off some sort of weak firework or something, but soon enough, if you listened intently enough, you could hear all kinds of slapping, as if someone was throwing all kinds of poppers in the distance. Then I started wondering why they all use the same excuse for a gimmick, when they could do something that would make them stand out and make them different than all the other advertisers. Here's an idea: Have the escort right there, so you can check out the ride before you actually take it for a spin... It would be a lot more appealing than some half nude, middle aged looking woman with too much makeup on a 3x5 card. Who else has ideas? Comment. Ahora

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Wed, 22 Dec 2004 07:19:58 GMT

Ahh., break. At last, at last, break is here. To start it off, why dont I update? I was watching this show earlier on one of those family-oriented channels about gameshow moments, and it was pretty damn funny. There was a woman on family fued, who, when asked to name a yellow fruit, immediately shouted ORANGE. IIIII loved it. Other moments include:

"What day of the week to people generally tend to want to be with friends?"
"December"

"Name something people feel before they buy it."
"Excited."

I was also able to go out with my mom for a little self-gratificating christmas shopping. I was able to pick up some mochachinos for 70, and what a steal they were. Pretty damn comfy. =]

Now I can start to dream like I pack heat with my 4 pairs of dunks...

Peace, love, and Merry Christmas (or whatever satanic holidy you people celebrate nowadays).