South Koreans pass by an anti-U.S. banner at a restaurant in Seoul, Thursday, Nov. 28, 2002. Anti-Americanism is sweeping South Korea after two U.S. soldiers in their mine-clearing vehicle struck and killed two South Korean girls on June 13. The two U.S. Army soldiers left South Korea on Wednesday after being acquitted June 15 in a fatal traffic accident that outraged South Koreans and prompted an apology from President Bush.(AP Photo/Ahn Young-joon).

more shit about my roommate....

an article in the Hartford Courant

I know i promised never to come back but i thought some of you might like to know this. my brother is a last minute addition to this play written by my friend monica's friend, lloyd suh. apparently the ensemble studio theatre is a good venue and shit...i guess eddie shin is gonna be in it too....

http://www.2g.org/news/nowplaying.shtml

it's time to go underground. ask davefonic for details...

i think my cover's been blown.

TKTK

Here are some photos from the impromptu Sopranos viewing party we had on Sunday. One of the girls in the fourth picture is my oldest brother's girlfriend. guess which one.



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The autumn colors in Central Park. Weather has been shitty this week but on Sunday it wasn't bad.



Here are some other random photos from earlier that day. The first was of some musician writing sheet music on the subway. He was so engrossed in what he was doing I was having fun watching him. He also looks like a bit of a cliche but that's another thing that was fun about it. The second picture i snapped while at a light on the bus. Someone decided to splatter paint on a posh Central Park West apartment. Looks pretty good. the last one is of me looking lame in my sweater and baby blue shirt. I never dress like that. bah. the reason i included it is because i'm standing funny.

scandalous


this because of this.

2 weeks suspension with no pay. damn shame. seems to be taking it well, though.

kraftwerk


so today was my first day of work. it went ok. i decline to comment on the job or the people for security purposes.

that is all.

Check out my brother on the Sopranos web site at hbo.com

eat fresh

here's some vids i shot on the subway on sunday. there was this white wannabe b-boy breakin' for money. he really sucked. he would get all tired and shit and start wheezin. it was sad. my expression at the end of the video basically sums it up. the second one is of some guerilla drummers. they would hop on a train and play for two stops and quickly ask for money. then they'd transfer and do it again. they were pretty good.

the files are pretty big so dialup people beware.

wack ass breakin (2.5 megs)
bongos on the subway (3.8 megs)

Not really worth the download, i really hated this lady.

dumb subway musician (2 megs)

hellowean

Oh yeah, I went to a halloween party on Saturday. It was at DJ Cloo's co-worker's apartment in Tribeca. Huge place. A good time was had by all. I ran into Teri and Orly there. Teri was a secretary and I forget what Orly was.



I was Kim Il Sung. I made my costume at the last second. Originally I was going to go as a russian b/c I had the hat that tim got me in moscow but decided to change it to the Dear Leader after I found my glasses. Then I made a t-shirt using my color printer and iron-on transfers. Too bad I accidentally put it on upside down. But I guess there's symbolism in that.



My roommates were having a party of our own but i decided to bounce after some guy named Taco Boy took off his pants and was walking around with his cock hanging out. You see, my roommates became burners after going to Burning Man over the summer. They put the invite on the Burning Man mailing list and that was that. It was a really good turnout and a lot of people i didn't know came. A lot of people that my roommates didn't know came. I helped set the party up by putting up black light decorations. the preparations these guys put into party decorations was amazing. bill bought an army surplus parachute and covered the ceiling.

i also met an elf. she was nice.

so there i was, happily brushing my teeth in my very own bathroom. the sonicare was undulating with a pleasing intensity. I was thinking about the delicious pills I would soon be eating and my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a tickling on my foot. It really meant only one thing: some sort of vermin was crawling on my foot.

I looked down and the largest roach i've ever seen scurried away behind some shit. not real shit, but stuff in my bathroom. blah blah, i killed him and threw him in the toilet. then i decided to take a picture of the bastard. i threw in a butt for size comparison. not a real butt.

I'm sleepy but i can't sleep. i've gotten about 3 hours of sleep in more than two days. Why? I ask myself that same question.

I'm kind of enjoying netcape 7.0. it's a nice change and it also helps me manage my various yahoo accts simultaneously. and the ad-blocker is also nice.

these are from awhile ago but i felt like putting them up.


Me and Alison enjoying some suds at McAleer's


Monica buying some flowers

Plumes of smoke and ash rise from Sicily's Mount Etna, center, in this satellite image from Sunday, Oct. 27, 2002. As rivers of lava poured down its slopes, Mount Etna spewed thick clouds of ash and magma for a second day Monday, prompting officials to close some schools as the air turned sooty over much of eastern Sicily. (AP Photo/HO, NASA, Terra Satellite)



China's Sun Xiaodan (L) kicks the ball towards Vietnam's Thi Hong Thom Le (R) as Tuyet Hoa Mai looks on during the women's team sepak takraw match at the Asian Games in Pusan on October 4, 2002. One of the most spectacular sports at the Asian Games, sepak takraw has been played in Southeast Asia since the 11th century, requiring extreme skill and acrobatic ability. Vietnam beat China 2-0. REUTERS/Lee Jae-won

i'm phasing out YACCS. It's unreliable. Click on the second one if you wanna comment.

what are the odds

Teammates gather around Colombian soccer player Hermam Gaviria, 32, after he was struck by lightning during practice in Cali, Colombia, 185 miles southwest of Bogota Thursday, Oct. 24, 2002. Gaviria, who competed in the 1994 World Cup was killed Thursday when he was struck by lightning during practice. (AP Photo/El Pais)

weekend roundup
it was a fun weekend. too bad the giants lost the Series yesterday. DJ Cloo had a birthday bash this weekend at Angel in the LES. I was an hour late b/c I was watching the Giants choke in Game 6. Fucken losers.

I also didn't take any uppers so i reverted to my college style of drinking which amounts to me drinking too much and then passing out wherever. But before I passed out, i managed to make a few classic memories:

I smashed an over-frosted birthday cupcake in my mouth and then started walking around talking to people as if everything was normal.

I slipped a bouncer 20 bucks to let my brother into the club, the first doorman-greasing of my career.

Right before I passed out, I got more comfortable by taking off my shoes, which is not that weird, but i guess some of DJ Cloo's work friends thought i was a weirdo.

I put a drink on this staircase and some jerk kicked it over and it spilled all over DJ Cloo's boss and then I paused 5 seconds before apologizing for some other fool's big ass feet.

I managed to eat 1.5 slices of pizza before passing out completely.

ps. i cut my hair.

i've been growing my hair.

which one of you guys is in a Yahoo fantasy football league KL Group (League ID# 41052). And do you have James Thrash on your roster?

so there i was, standing at the corner of 96th and Columbus.

and nothing happened.

Fried Twinkie Fad Hits Arkansas

Yet Another Use for Duct Tape: Wart Removal

so some people on kazaa stupidly put their whole hard drives online. I decided to search for "doc" and read people's high school essays. instead, i found some poor depressed fool's poetry. it was kind of disturbing. the entries are dated.

*****************

Why Me?
July 2000

i look around
all their smiling faces
i wish that was me
but i don�t think that will happen

i feel like i don�t belong
like i�m not supposed to be here
not in this place
but in this world as a whole

the only emotion i feel
is worthlessness
like i�m a waste
getting in the way

everyone around me seems so happy
why can�t i be that way?
what is wrong with me
i�m suck a freak

-------

The Angel Down The Street
10.09.2000

i wonder
should i say anything at all?
why even open my mouth!
she doesn�t want to listen
or need to listen for that matter
seems so happy...
why mess with something like me?
the embodiment of negativity
bitter blood
cold black heart
empty stare
skin like winter
but she seems to wonder too
might be more of wanting to know how it works
but it�s a little attention
and who knows,
she might really be true
of those that have come before
all are the same
but i can feel something
maybe it�s in my head
but i can�t be for sure
unless i open myself up
so here we go
a step out the door
foot on the pavement
on my way
to meet the angel
down the street

---
A Simple Question
1.16.2k1

theres something i dont get
something i dont see
out of all the others you coulda had
you chose a freak like me

the line to get a chance with you
stretched on for miles
thought itd be a waste of my time
to even try
so i blindly stumbled around
in a world that only i could see
occasionally running into you
remembering every second there
and every word said

for you, i was just another
cast me away without a second thought
didnt remember my presence
but thats alright
my names Insignificant

tried to soak up every bit of your radiance
but it was hard to get
you were so far away
not sure how it happened
or even why
but you spoke to me
probably saw me out of a sympathetic eye
and now look what youve done
youre stuck with me

no matter how hard i try
cant lift you high enough
that pedestal ive placed you on
well the stars, theyre just too low
up in the heavens,
that where you should go
and maybe someday
ill be worth enough
to stand up there with you

--
Killing Trust And Relationships
06.20.2k1

now where�s that gun?
who took my razor blades?
all the needles are gone
should have saved them
all the trust is dead

self-confidence was on the climb
love was all over
the two of us were inseparable
then i broke the rules
sheathed all i had with disgrace

left with a nauseated feeling
holding my black heart in my hand
standing with a broken will
knowing i cant trust myself
i�m best at destroying

---

My Arsenal
no date

first in line
the hollow needle
it sparkles in the low light
glistening wet from what�s held within

slowly i push it in
make a dimple in my skin
breaking the surface
makes me wince with erotic joy

its contents emptied
in a few seconds
a quick shot
to kill the pain

i pull it out
watch the bead of blood form
make a fist
it quickens the flow

try it again
to test the effects
jam it in, break it off
grin because i feel no pain

next comes the blade
sharpest of all
i see myself in it
what a pathetic little soul

drag it on my arms
watch the red line follow my every move
like a twisted game of follow the leader
one that i get to control

soon i feel the warmth
as a crimson blanket
covers my arms and hands
all i can do is smile

�this is fun�
i think to myself
�i should try this more often�
i say as the game continues

the blade serves me well
follows every command
it never questions my move
always obedient and true


finally, the best for last
the simple revolver
waiting for its orders
ready for use at any moment

i pick it up
cold to the touch
icy, like the grip of death
i know it�s dying to kill

i look down the tunnel-like barrel
black is all i see
but it�s what i expected
there won�t be one of light for me

i load my gun
five bullets is all it takes
i fumble with the them
for my hands have become numb

i put the barrel to my knee
pull the trigger
start the fun
a laugh escapes my lips

once more to my other leg
and twice for my arms
i look around
and laugh one more time

the walls are covered
a sheet of blood coats their white
bits of skin and flesh
plastered on the walls and floor

i look at the mess
but then i think
it�s not my problem
i don�t have to clean it up!

the gun has one last job
to finish me off
remove me from the misery
and let me escape

i place the bloody barrel
up to my temple
smile and say good bye
then turn the lights out

i feel my eyes roll back into my head
the loud noise, now dead like me
i�m finally at rest here on my bed
i�d like to see you wake me up now, Mom!

i downloaded a bunch of shit from this one guy on kazaa who i was getting amazing transfer rates from. he had about 30 pre-release bootlegs of upcoming albums. i started off slow then the downloading frenzy was on. in the end, i got 2 gigs worth of shit. in my haste to plunder his hard drive, i failed to carefully check the integrity of the files. half of them were dummy files with songs looped in 30 sec intervals. who the fuck takes the time to make 2 gigs worth of phony files? well, not all of them were phony, i managed to get about 700 megs of viable music including the new jurassic 5, the nas b side release, and the new seether.

damn my head hurts. the days are getting shorter and the nights are long and unfulfilling.

a cab driver once said men tend to get less frisky in the sack during the wintertime.

when did i become addicted to uppers?

the yankees lost and i'm glad.

the giants won and i'm glad.

none of you will ever know the origins of this picture.

i saw this really great auction on eBay.

fun with photoshop







actually, it wasn't that fun.

So does anyone want to trade divx movies? If you don't wanna trade we can barter for other things. Like money. Here's what I have:


A Beautiful Mind
Amelie
Austin Powers: Goldmember
The Barbershop
The Big Lebowski
Birdhouse: The End (skate vid)
Blow
The Breakfast Club
Don't Be a Menace...
High Fidelity
Kingpin
Minority Report
Mouse - Girl & Chocolate (skate vid)
Monsters Inc
Office Space
Orange County
Panic Room
Predator
Requiem for a Dream
Reservoir Dogs
Road to Perdition
The Royal Tenenbaums
Signs
Snatch
Spiderman
Super Troopers
Training Day
Up In Smoke Tour DVD
Welcome to Hell - Toy Machine (skate vid)

can't wait for eugene to bite this one...

Montreal Expos pitcher Sunny Kim, from Korea, winds up as he pitches against the Cincinatti Reds during eighth inning NL action in Montreal Saturday, Sept. 28, 2002. Kim gave up six hits and no runs in 8 and 1/3 innings of work. (AP Photo/Ryan Remiorz)


Chicago Cubs' Hee Seop Choi hits a two run home run against the Pittsburgh Pirates in the sixth inning Saturday Sept. 28, 2002 in Chicago.(AP Photo/Stephen J. Carerra)

congratulations are in order for 12.233.49.x who was the 4,000 visitor to this blog. the person came from deanchoi.blogspot.com and wins the highly-coveted booby prize.

top 5 wasted moments in my life (current):

1. playing counterstrike
2. watching the water slowly drip out of the Brita filter
3. watching downloads downloading on Kazaa
4. researching for gambling purposes (i just lose anyway)
5. waiting for the subway

im not as smart as i think

yesterday during 3 hour soccer practice, i tried a 'heading'. mike won kicked the corner kick and i saw the white speck come directly at me. the world disappeared. i focused. i jumped. i blinked/closed my eyes. SHARP pain. the ball harmlessly bounced over the goal post. timing was precise. but balance, angle of contact was off. as a result i hurt my head. i think i bruised my brain.

i just spent an hour reading livejournals. its funny how different the livejournal crowd is from blogger and especially from xanga. some really smart livejournal people out there. i feel dumb. stupid soccer ball.

Man Dies After Detergent Mistaken for Hummus
Mon Sep 23,11:58 AM ET - (Reuters)
A 91-year-old Israeli died after his caregiver spread a paste-like dishwashing detergent on his bread instead of hummus, police said on Monday.

KFC Customer Gets Pot With Chicken
Mon Sep 23, 8:13 AM ET
MILL VALLEY, Calif. (AP) - A Mill Valley KFC restaurant employee was arrested after a customer received a little something extra with his chicken dinner. This customer received two bags of marijuana Friday, instead of the extra biscuits he had requested.

From Ondal's Greatest Hits anthology:

March 17, 2002

Prison bitch

i'm off to prison in 6 hours or so. I was wondering if i should bring this guy something like magazines, food, cigarettes...I bet he would appreciate a copy of Black Tail...i'm sure it's just one big wankfest in the joint...that's a shame. I've decided that i am going to approach the visit not as one of sympathy, but of just doing my job. I don't want him to see me looking like i feel sorry for him or some shit...that shit doesn't fly...damn, should i even go to sleep? what if i don't wake up? remember the time I overslept and missed my flight to SF? I woke up like right about the time my plane was taking off...you should've seen me running down the sidewalk with my hair unkempt, holding luggage with underwear hanging out the sides, and my tie flapping in the wind as I yelled, "wait, come back, you forgot me...." and as the plane flies off into the horizon, I drop to my knees and hold my hands out to the heavens and let out a thundering, "Nooooo!!!!!" (I'd like to thank the Academy...)

Then i go to the airport anyway and hop on the next flight two hours later, free of charge. How anticlimactic. But it was still shitty -- we all know how that weekend turned out. And on the way back I almost get blown up by terrorists. My flight was SF to NY. Date: 9/10 - i almost didn't make it...whew.

anyway, i don't want to miss my flight. bye.

posted by peter kang at 2:48 AM

So my brother's scene with Sandra Bullock in the upcoming movie, "Two Weeks Notice" made it into the trailer. It's pretty funny. If you don't feel like watching the whole thing, it's in the middle somewhere.

click here

i hate this blog and everything about it.

here's a nude picture you might enjoy.

emery

So lately I haven't been writing too much if you haven't already noticed. I don't know why. Perhaps it's because I drink a lot less now and just do a bunch of uppers and play video games b/c it gives me the extra edge in counter strike. Or maybe I'm just not feelin it. It happens. I wonder when I'm going to break outta this funk. I suppose I could read, right now I'm in the middle of "Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand. It's pretty good. There are a lot of issues in the book -- both explicit and implicit -- and it's a lot to mull over if you feel like it. But if you don't feel like it, it's also a very interesting story about architects in New York in the twenties.

Who are the people that strive to be architects? George Castanza always wanted to be an architect. I have a friend who is in the business, I never questioned what possessed him to enter the field of Mike Brady.

In other news, my teaching job has been changed, I'm now teaching english. Thursday mornings. bah. It was quite weird, the dean was showing me around and he introducing me as Professor Kang. I felt sort of foolish because I don't have a PhD. But if I did, it would be all good. But I sort of feel like an imposter. Then again, I don't think it'll be very hard teaching these people. I wonder if they're going to find it strange that I will be the youngest one in the room.

Ok, thanks for the feedback everyone. I have some more t-shirt designs...


In other news, I got a teaching gig at the College of New Rochelle. It's a seminar that I'll have to do once a week for re-entry students adjusting back to college life. Basically a glorified engrish class with some other disciplines thrown in. The per diem is not bad, especially since it's only once a week.

So maybe I mentioned it before but I bought a nice photo printer to go with my nice digital camera. Haven't used the printer that much but today I bought some iron-on T-shirt transfers. I remember back in the day I used it to make some bootleg T-shirts, mostly skate shit I scanned out of Thrasher. But this time around, I want to make some cool shit that everyone can enjoy?

Here's what I have so far:



The eugenius one is for eugene, i promised him a long time ago i would make this shit for him. I'm still planning on usurping the Blink 182 logo and changing it to Chink 182. Other than that, I could use some ideas? anyone?

hey eugene, i can do it too...

For all of you mixologists, here's a fun program for you to enjoy.(right-click to save). It teaches you how to mix any kind of drink, all in a very appealing design. I give it the ondal seal of approval.

thanks to dk song for hosting the file.

Something horrible has happened. I've become terribly addicted to some stupid Sim City game. The worst part of it is that it's formal title is "The Sims: Livin' Large." I truly wish they didn't abbreviate the word "living."

I want to say I don't know what happened but I do. I had a nice healthy hobby of downloading shit off Kazaa. Ever since I was 14 I have been an avid collector of illegal pirated software. The majority of the time I don't even bother using it. Anyway, that's what happened here. I got a grip of games and then I tested them to see if they worked. On a whim, I clicked on the stupid little icon and it was all downhill from there. As a result, my interpersonal relationships are taking a beating, my nutrition and hygiene are down, and I'm now growing a moustache. (One side note: the nutrition and hygiene of my Sims families are at an all-time high).

It seems like my favorite thing to do is to make families of people that I know. For example, I created my own familiy, complete with my bald-headed dad and designed the home to look like our house in California. I then made a caricature of the Yees, the family of one of my childhood friends. They were known for being tight with a dollar, your typical miserly Chinese family. It's quite interesting, sort of like a virtual voodoo doll.

And it didn't stop with families I know. I started making celebrity families such as the Seinfelds. The whole gang is there, Jerry, George, Elaine, and Kramer. And I made sure to keep Kramer unemployed in order to maintain the realism, whatever that means. The Simpsons are next. It's pretty pathetic that I'm actually looking forward to creating the Simpsons but this is what my life has become. So enough writing, it's time to get back to being a loser.

if you guys would comment more i would write more.

I just beat down Peter Kang of Fox Searchlight. I will now turn my attention to dk song to a digital photography duel. He just got a new Canon camera because he likes to copy me. But not as much as eugene. Anyway, since I'm more familiar with the features on my camera, I think i shall win.





panorama

I am going to challenge this guy to a duel.

Here are two paintings, both latex on unknown medium. I did one, someone did the other one. The first is Nude Dream. The second is Growing Strawberry Man. Which one is better?

ypkang: Do you want to hear a funny story?
YUKI: of course!
ypkang: So I went out with my friend Monica and Alison two days ago. It was Alison's birthday, she had just gotten back from two years in Japan.
YUKI: oh cool!
ypkang: We went to the Nuyorican Poets Cafe and watched this poet; it was sad. We were five people and there were only three other people in there.
YUKI: aww.
ypkang: But the show must go on�
YUKI: was the poetry good?
ypkang: It was aite.
ypkang: Anyway, after that we went to Avenue A Sushi. I don't know if we ever went there. It has an �art gallery� in there.
YUKI: probably not.
ypkang: Yeah, I think we only went to nice places. Ha. Anyway, we drank a bunch of sake and ate. Good times. And then the waitress comes over to me and sets down a Johnnie Black on the rocks. A double. She says, �This is from the woman over there.� I'm like, �What the fuck?� and I look over and this attractive woman looks at me and gives me this demure smile.
YUKI: asian?
ypkang: No. White.
YUKI: very nice
ypkang: So I nod my thanks and she gives me this look and then I'm like �damn, what do I do?� this has never happened to me before. And the people at my table -- we were 8 people by now, mostly Asian -- they all asked me at once like, "Did that woman just send you a drink?" They were all nerdy about it. And I was like, damn, chill out foos. I needed time to think what I was gonna do. I decided to just sip the drink a little and wait 5 minutes�
YUKI: yah?
ypkang: �then go over there and thank the woman. Even though I wasn't that interested (and plus I have a gf). Haha. Anyway, while I�m contemplating, the woman walks over. I'm turned the other way and I can see by my friend�s faces that she just walked over. So I turn around and the woman looks at me and says "Hi, Pete." And I go, �what the fuck?� and then she says, "It's me, Toni."
YUKI: it was toni?
ypkang: and then I was like, "Oh my god!" It was her. And we hugged and shit.
YUKI: oh cool. you didn�t even recognize her?
ypkang: And then my friends and the nerds like...clapped. I felt lame. She was wearing a wig. Apparently, she and her sister had gone wig shopping earlier and were testing them out and they saw me and decided to fuck with me. They had been planning the ruse for about an hour.
YUKI: hahhaha
YUKI: hahaha
ypkang: So there I was, thinking I was the shit, when all along it was none other than my old roommate.
YUKI: is she like hot now?
ypkang: Yeah, she's hot. But the wig looked dumb. It was an Uma Thurman pulp fiction wig.
YUKI: i see. how funny.
ypkang: Even though i wasn't really getting hit on by strange women, I was still the coolest kid in the room since I knew Toni. Alison's friend immediately fell in love with her and was asking me all this shit like should he go up to her and shit. But he didn't have the courage: and eventually gave up. My lukewarm responses to him didn't help either.
YUKI: hahah. so is toni doing well?
ypkang: Yeah, she's doing an Abercrombie campaign and doing a little acting. She said she's been in seven commercials but she always exaggerates...most models do.
YUKI: is she in the AF catalogue?
ypkang: I dunno� want to see a picture? I brought along my camera
YUKI: of course!
ypkang: OK, hold on. I have to download it off my camera.
ypkang: here you go
ypkang: I hated that wig.
YUKI: yah. but that pic looks pretty sexy
YUKI: u look like a stud
ypkang: oh. thanks.
ypkang: heh
YUKI: u r a stud
YUKI: =)
YUKI: not just 'look like one'
ypkang: I know.
ypkang: haha, I'm turning into you.
YUKI: hehe
ypkang: Hmm, since I told you that story, I'm just gonna cut and paste to my blog. You mind?
YUKI: nope
ypkang: What should i call you?
YUKI: i dunno�
YUKI: yuki.

damn, i hate this shit. it's like work. anyway, i need to get the dallas convention recap off my back.

THURS

Woke up with a huge hangover. I realized I had lost my attache case that I stupidly brought with me during the pub crawl. All my resume shit was in there. Damn. I was supposed to go register then hit up the job fair but since I didn't have any resumes or writing clips I decided I would rather watch "The Truth About Cats and Dogs" on hotel HBO. It was ok. At 5 p.m. I finally mustered up enough energy to go to the Fairmont. I called up SB and he came down and I told him about my lost bag. He was super cool and helped me out immensely, asking his many contacts within AAJA about shit. Then he asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with him and Lloyd LaCuesta, South Bay bureau chief for KTVU in San Francisco. I accepted. dinner was good, that is if you like Asian fusion Texas style.

Later, we hit up the screening of the Justin Lin vehicle "Better Luck Tomorrow." It was damn good and I hope Asian Americans get behind this one, instead of the usual hating they do of everything with Asian Americans in it. After the screening there was a Q&A session with the director, and most of the cast members. The first question asked was by this woman, a newscaster from San Diego. She questioned the director for sending the wrong image to young teenagers with the film's bleak ending. She was basically scolding the director. Lin, who has heard this shit hundreds of times, tried to be polite but she was being very ornery. You could cut the tension in the room with a boxcutter. The lady just kept going on and on and on and when she was finally like, "Okay, I just have one more thing to say because I know you people hate me..." and right after that everyone was like "Yeah!" or "Yes, we do!" then i threw in a "You suck!" but it was only at a conversational level and I don't think many people heard me. Some other things were discussed and that was that.

Afterwards, I asked SB what he thought and he was like, "I really liked Han." I agreed that Sung Kang was a fine actor and possessed a commanding presence onscreen. So we made our way to the front of the theater and SB told Kang how much he liked his work, etc, and how great he was and i interjected with a "dude, you should ask him out." and Kang simply gave me a funny look as if to say, "Did i just hear that?"

As we left the theater, Kang was all SB could talk about. While we were smoking a cigarette outside, he was babbling like a schoolgirl. In fact, I told him that. He agreed. Then he was like, "Should I get his autograph?" I could tell he was enamored with Kang so I stopped ridiculing him. He was genuinely nervous about it so I calmly led the way back into the theater so he could get an autograph. The cast was still talking to admirers and taking pictures with conventioneers.

Eventuallly, SB started up a conversation with Sung and later took a picture with him. Then we left. And that was that. Or was it?

here's a funny video of eugene at his best.
click here. (i think you have to download it to your HD).

i'm back in the big sagwa. the jungle. hi.

a heartfelt thanks goes out to dk song, susan kim dot com, and the korean jew for making the socal leg of the trip a big success.



the jew gave me reasonable lodgings. i took a picture in sepia to commemorate the event.

updates to come. if i feel like it.

the nutshell

So I have yet to do the big update, but now the moment has passed. So I will summarize. Also, i can't upload photos cuz I don't have a usb cable so I kinda wanted to accompany the stories with the photos but fuggit.


WED
Arrived in Dallas. It was dumb hot. There was an Asian girl who looked peeved waiting for the shuttle. I saw that she had some AAJA convention material. I didn't say hello. I was almost done with my book, A Prayer for Owen Meany. She was headed to the Fairmont so i knew she was a conventioneer. She kept eyeing me. Remember her. I went to my alternative hotel, the luxurious Hampton Inn. There was a Wal Mart convention in town and I had the good fortune of sharing an elevator with some of the good people from Wal Mart. They sucked. Anyway, I relaxed for a bit and waited for the temperature to drop before venturing 6 blocks to the Fairmont. When I got there, I asked some nice looking Asian boy where the registration was. I was given a chilly response. Remember him. Later, I discovered that the registration booth closed. Oh well. Later, I saw my friend SB who i met at the 2000 convention in new york. He's a producer for Fox News somewhere in the Midwest. He had his trademark ponytail still so I knew it was him. He told me his name and i acted like I remembered and that was that. He told me to not pay the $300 for registration and just use his extra name tag if asked. Bet.

We headed off to the opening reception, it was kinda wack. some filipino girl stared at me long and hard outside as I was talking to a man from Gannett (Columbia ' 76). A thought briefly flashed through my head: there's enough ondal to go around. then I felt silly. then some silly fool asked me if I was Y. Peter Kang from Berkeley and told me he used to cut out my columns which was flattering. then he wouldn't go away. then I wondered if I should tell him that he's gay. He's probably the only one that doesn't know, i thought.

Then I went away to the pub crawl. There, SB introduced me to two girls he met. One was the peevish one from the shuttle. She turned out to be nice, or maybe I was drunk. The other one was a well-endowed newscaster from Denver. SB and I immediately began speculating. A wager was made. Convention hijinks at its best.

The pub crawl was a smashing failure. We decided to head over to the DC chapter's party at a place called Umlaut. Since I had taken linguistics courses at the university, I informed the others what an umlaut w�s. I basked in the applause that immediately followed. We arrived at the party and it was bumpin. or perhaps jumpin. I proceeded to get mad crazy wasted. But not too bad. On the ondal inebriation scale I was about a 7.5 ( agreeing to go to a strip club = 5; bus stop smashing = 10 ). I bought some talent agent from DC a shot of tequila then I asked him if he was Jewish. He was clearly Jewish. Then I bought the Jew a red bull. Then I bought myself one. Then I went on a shameless flirting rampage, collecting business cards from different women whose faces I now forget. and that was that.

SB and I asked the two girls if they would like to accompany us back to the hotel where we would smoke Chronic while they watched. They readily agreed and we made our way back. We kicked it for awhile -- sometimes giggling like schoolgirls, sometimes playfully teasing each other. In typical ondal fashion, I ended up going too far when I took Denver girl's shoes and ran out of the room. The next day, the story was that I was gallavanting up and down the hall in high heels and a purse. Whatever. I was drunk, and that night was just a small taste of what was to come.

to be continued...

i was gonna update this in a big way but instead, i'm disgusted with myself. maybe later.

the next big thing. i love this stuff.
drinksparks.com

ac slater

I finally got my AC adapter for my camera so it's up and running. I'm off to Dallas on Wednesday for the Asian American Journalists Assoc convention. A good time will be had by all. Except it's gonna be damn hot. You can't get much hotter than the nastiness that is New York City but the forecast in Dallas is mid 90s with humidity in the 40s. Weak. But I'm hoping I'll spend much of the time indoors schoomzing with my colleagues. After that, it's back to Cali for a wedding.

Here's some pictures of me and my mama in our backyard in california last month. In the first picture, my mom is in stealth mode blending in with our kidney-shaped pool. you can see the fountain in the background. i slaved over a hot stove for 3 hours cleaning the gunk out of it. i got a nice farmer tan. it smelled like wet dog. you can also see the hard water deposits on the walls of the pool. you see, we have a well and use it to water all the plants in our backyard. it's rather unsightly but i suppose it's a trade off for all the money we save on water.



in the second picture, you can see some dried bamboo stalks that i stripped off of a...bamboo stalk. i was making a fishing pole. then I turned it into a punishing stick. then i sawed off the end pieces and was going to make a pipe out of it but then i realized i don't smoke chronic with the ferocity that i used to. so now it's a drumstick that i'm going to give to that drummer from Def Leppard. I hope he likes it.

stick-to-it-iveness is not a fucking word you dumb bitch

i got drunk last night. but what's new. but this morning, i woke up and watched discovery channel. it was a special on medicine. kids in the phillipines with cleft lips who get surgery from an australian medical mission called operation smile. but the focus was on this 2 year old kid who had a cyst on the front of his face, it was some brain thing. about the size of a softball. some parts of his brain had seeped through and it just hung there. i surprised myself because i cried. i'm better now.

it's hot. it's hot when your sweat droplets fall into your bowl of cracklin oat bran. it's hot when your leftover milk curdles inside an hour. it's hot when you sweat in the shower. it's hot when it's hot.

damn, what the fuck happened. i don't remember things so well. hooked up with dk song and got drunk. damn, our shenanigans were limited to being rude to people making us sandwiches and buying late night tall boys. i guess i'm getting soft.

Went to a bar in SoHo last night. Some girl I know brought along her co-workers for a quasi-setup with Brian. One was a half-Korean half-white former Louis Vuitton model. She was damn tall, like 6 feet. One was a filipino looking girl with a heart of gold. She was damn tall, like 5'11. She is a buyer for Barney's. And finally, the third was the half-japanese half scandinavian girl that choiboi had his eye on.

Unfortunately, Brian didn't pass the test. He was deemed too skinny and too young looking. Shit. So now i gotta find some other people to set them up with. Anyone interested?

i got a nose hair trimmer.

chris and karen bought me a graduation gift. a digital voice recorder. very thoughtful.

i'm going to dallas soon.

i'm back.

i went to lunch with my aunt. we went to our family's favorite chinese restaurant, golden city in walnut creek. it was just me and her. we had a good time. i showed her pictures of some girl and she said that her eyes were too big. then we took a picture of a guy who looked like my brother when he had long hair.

my aunt told me about how my little 15 year old cousin took his dad's lexus for a joy ride. we laughed and laughed during the whole retelling of the story but i'm sure she acted real serious when she was reprimanding little Liu. it was kind of strange being on the other side. i'm getting old. but not really.

later, my aunt slipped me an envelope filled with crisp twenties. she told me not to gamble it away.

in other news, i lost $220 at Cache Creek last night.

cali love

life in california is good. i went golfing today, got a tan, went swimming for a little bit, ate some good kom tang, ate some good kimchi chigae for dinner, washed a car, ate a bunch of candy bars, cleaned the fountain (it smelled like wet dog) and that's about it. updates are infrequent cuz i don't have internet access at my house. i'll post more significant entries later because i'm not feeling it right now.

letters to the editor

I found this letter on the street and have laboriously retyped it for your viewing pleasure:


I once heard from an old woman, 'Don't try to find a woman that has left you...

...it only causes you pain. In our case, i only made a halfhearted attempt to get you back through a half-hearted letter. Perhaps I should've never let you go. I let you go without much of a fight. But then if I did that, then things might've gotten ugly. But of course, that's probably what i needed to give things closure: for things to get ugly and for a clean break to happen. Although this break shouldn't be classified as 'messy,' it sure wasn't a clean break, by any means.

I let you go without a fight because until the end, all i wanted was what was best for you. I wanted to give you every kind of happiness and that included losing you, because that's what you wanted. It was really you that gave us up, that gave me up. And I let it happen and no matter how much I can trick myself into thinking that the breakup is mutual and that 'we agreed' to it now i know that not only did i trick myself, you tricked me. Unconsciously, of course. I think sometimes you are so clueless it's frightening. But at the same time, there is a certain feminine intuitiveness that takes over.

It's hard because I was your first boyfriend. It's harder still because, you know what, you were my first real girlfriend. All the other relationships were nothing. They really didn't compare. That must explain why I still even bother.

The right thing to do is to try to forget about you. Yes, that's the right thing to do. I can revisit memories later, I'll have those pictures when that time comes, but for now, it's time for mental purging. Every time I want to think about you, be it a good memory or bad memory, i'm going to push it out of my head. Because even when the good memories rise to the surface and a smile crosses my face, it inevitably washes over to the present and the fact that you are no longer there. And I can't keep doing that. I refuse to do that to myself.

I've decided to go the way of mens sibi conscia recti . I can move on, and do it with dignity. I really should've had more pride during our relationship but something happened to me -- to my inside being -- that took control. I was infected by a fever. That disease is still plaguing me. Slowly but surely, however, my body is reclaiming itself. That you can be sure of.

here i am, sitting in the danville public library. i feel like a loser. it's good to be home, the weather is freaking fantastic and the bitches are flowing like wine. and the wine is flowing like wine.

bah.

goin back to cali to sell my car. see you guys later.

everything's comin' up millhouse

me and eugene tried to cheat at online poker, with mixed results. i lost 80 bucks, he won 120 bucks. is it just me or am i a FUCKING MONEY LOSING MACHINE?! Last week I left a brand new 80 dollar shirt at a fucking strip club or a cab, whichever comes last, along with my MP3 player with brand new memory card. then, I pay some bum 10-20 bucks b/c i was harrassing him and then felt bad, then i lose $50 playing stupid fucking roulette which i know you can't win no matter what and then i lose money on the stupid fucking Diamondbacks (i blame susan kim) and then I almost lose $400 for destroying our fridge in an attempt to chisel out ice. then i lost $2.50 on a 40 of Old English that made me lose money playing poker, all the while i'm losing a grip on the stock market.

I'm a loser.

souls of mischief

Friday night was a star-studded affair. I met up with The Air Conditioner for dinner and we headed to Kang Suh in K-town. At the next table was the cutest baby in the universe. Not actually a baby, but a three year old girl with a heart of gold. She wielded a small rubber basketball with such dexterity, I thought her to be the second coming of Zheng Haixia, minus the earth-shattering ugliness. As we ate our meal of rice and assorted vegetables in a hot pot with an egg on top, I heard a woman's voice say, "Can I take a picture of your baby?" I look over and see an attractive chinese woman with an elongated face. Damn it all. It was my arch nemesis Lisa Ling getting her gook on. I imagine she got a taste for Korean food after sampling Ricky Yune's kimbap.

It all started in the summer of 2000. I was attending the Asian American Journalists convention in New York and Lisa was one of the guest speakers there. It was a humid day, muggier than a mugger's ski mask. I was walking down Broadway near the hotel with my new friend Corey Takahashi, who is now a writer at Newsday, and we see Lisa walking towards us wearing a trendy pair of camouflage pants. So I decide to say hello and she snubs me like a snub-nosed monkey. Corey broke into peals of laughter and since then I have harbored a deep resentment towards that Old Navy peddler.

And now she had the audacity to march into one of my favorite restaurants and steal the soul of one of Seoul's cutest babies with her soul-taking camera? As if it wasn't enough for her to steal the Korean fighting spirit of Ricky Yune, the owner of Seoul's tightest abs. The nerve of her! I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine and steal her soul with my digital camera. But alas, my brother took my memory card to Spain to take pictures of running bulls so I didn't have it. Once again, the evil Chinatown soul pirate got the best of me. But I promise you, this is not over.



In other news, right after we left the restaurant, 2001 SI Swimsuit cover model Elisa Benitez graced us with her presence as she walked past us on 6th Avenue. Right after we left the swimsuit model, Academy Award winner Tom Hanks graced us with his presence at the movies. We watched his latest film, Road to Perdition. The movie is based on a graphic novel and I appreciated many of the elements that the director borrowed from it. After we left the movies, we went to the West Village where a bunch of homo thugs graced us with their presence.

in other news, i miss my access to Lexis-Nexis.

i was this close to putting up a real post but then i lost it. i need some literary viagra. time to break out the paperbacks...

lately i haven't felt compelled to write. who knows when i will. but i will. bye.

Me and Yilo had a bon voyage dinner for our eldest brother Timothy. He's off to Spain for a month for some solo RNR. GNR will provide the soundtrack as he is welcomed to the jungle known as the running of the bulls. Yes, that's right, he will be donning the red sash and will do his best to not get gored.

milestoned

A heartfelt congratulations goes out to me, who just recently had his 2,000 visitor to this blog where all i talk about is getting drunk. thanks everyone. actually, the 2,000 visitor was referred to by susan-kim.com and has an ip that starts with 216.39...so if that person is you, email me for your special edition ondal t-shirt and a half-eaten bag of Kasugai roasted hot green peas.

damn, i got drunk. apparently I harassed a bum and was chasing him down the street (he abandoned his shopping cart) yelling at him until my brothers intervened. they said i said i didn't get the respect i deserved from the bum and was rectifying the situation. after they rectified, they said i ended up giving money to the bum, rumor has it that it was a generous sum. in other news, i left my 80 dollar shirt still in the kenneth cole bag (only my second purchase ever from a 5th Avenue store) at a local cabaret/gentleman's club. oh yeah, and some girl came with us to the strip club. it was fun.

Here's a nice picture.

I won. And it only took three weeks of lurking on eBay.
$460 + $50 shipping. I'm the greatest.

Intel Penitum 4 2.0Ghz "A" Northwood Processor Socket 478 CPU (Northwood Processor has twice the cache than the regular 2.0Ghz)
ECS P4S5A Socket 478 DDR Motherboard with latest 4 layer technology
Super ATX Case with 300 Watt Intel and AMD approved PowerSupply And 2 Front USB Ports
Geforce 2 MX 400 64MB 4X AGP Video Card with TV Out (Not the Cheap MX200)
256MB PC2100 DDR Ram Memory upgradeable to 1GB DDR (Micron, Samsung, Kingston, NEC)
40GB ATA100 Hard Drive (Seagate, Western Digital, IBM, Maxtor)
16X LG DVD ROM Drive with PowerDVD Player
Direct Sound AC 97 64 Voice Wavetable and Game Port
10/100Mbs Fast Ethernet Network Card

Tyler Walker made his major league debut yesterday. He was an acquaintenace in college. I remember smoking chronic with him at his fraternity house. He got a dinger hit off him by the Phillies' Scott Rolen. At least he made it to the show, though.



Mike Crudale got his first major league win yesterday by pitching one scoreless inning of relief. Me and "Crew" played baseball in high school together when he got sent down to JV. Apparently, he's been in and out of the majors all year. Who knew.



Tyler Beeson is one of the "filmmakers" behind Bumfights, a mail-order video that CNN says is "grisly footage of homeless men fighting and performing dangerous stunts. He's friends with Crudale. I played baseball with him also.




Dick Pole is a former pitching coach for the SF Giants. He has a funny name. I've never smoked chronic with him.

I just found out that they're holding the county fair on my face. The main attraction: The World's Biggest Zit.

ouchies.

cigarettes cost 7 dollars as of yesterday



So I met Joe for a late dinner with his African princess Kadeeja in tow. We went to a Mexican joint on 108 and amsterdam. I had two damn good pacificos and some sub par enchiladas. damn i hate east coast Mexican food. after dinner we walked around trying to find a bar with air conditioning and the fourth place we went to was some place i had never been in. we went to a fifth place before deciding on the fourth place. after about 10 minutes, we realized it was hot as fuck in there. 20 minutes later, we realized that it was a gay bar after we put two and five together: the bartender. the music. the clientele. the fact that no one was playing pool. and when we saw that the episode of "friends" playing on the TV was on videotape, that was the clincher. whatever.

It was hot. we wanted to play some pool but the bartender said he had no quarters. how gay. how gay. I went to the corner store to get some change and wanted to buy a 10 cent now & later with five bucks but was rejected. the next store i went to the guy had pity on me so i came back with some change and we played. I was hot, i was on fire. but soon i realized if i cleared the table we wouldn't be able to play anymore because of the quarter shortage so I started playing left-handed. we played some weird african version of billiards where joe would take a shot, I would take a shot, then kadeeja would take two shots while joe would teach her how to hold the cue, shoot the cue ball, and sink the balls. her head looks like a cue ball. she's bald. three times i wanted to ask joe why she didn't have any hair but I figured it was an african thing. she's pretty. it was damn hot and i was sweaty. some shy gay guy was watching us play, i suppose dancing to dancing queen wasn't his thing. by that time it was full blown flaming with dudes openly checking me out while voguing their hearts out.

After i sunk the 8 with an amazing mass�, joe used the remaining four balls to give kadeeja some pointers. it was really fun to watch them interact. although joe speaks some of the togolese dialect, they always speak in french. he would french it up to her and she would do a little dance after she sunk a shot. it took her a long ass time. she had a nice smile. when she finally sunk the last ball we all cheered and I gave her a high five. she's good at giving high fives.

Went to MK on saturday. got ridiculously drunk. had to be carried out like the drunken third ahjushi. from what i can remember, i wasn't too much of an ass, i remember making linda dance with me, laying down in some random person's booth, and asking someone if he had a problem. that's about it. I woke up at brian's house the next morning with a bump on the side of my head. we ate some mediocre BBQ and then i went home to recuperate before meeting up with the Happy One for dinner cuz i promised a long time ago. all night all this person talked about was how someone needs to teach me a lesson in regards to my ph-------ing. that is all.

this is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass

In other news, i met up with yilo and hyung min at do hwa, a chi chi korean restaurant in the west village. there i was served delicious fried shrimps from a white bartender. damn that white boy sure knew how to prepare some good ass korean shrimps...actually, it was his mexican homeboy in the back that made em, i think.




tim joined us soon thereafter. suddenly i had the bright idea to suggest that we go bowling after me and yilo had a rousing scene recall session regarding the big lebowski. everyone was down. good call me.



we headed to bowlmoor lanes in the heart of greenwich village. they had some weird ass neon pin shit goin on and i couldn't see nada. unlike the picture, the lanes were completely dark and it fucked with my game to no end. i bowled a miserable 70 the first game but bounced back in fine form in the second round to capture a match-high 147. yilo only needed 6 pins in the last frame to beat tim and hyung min but he ended up knocking down 5. we tied. argh.