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we won!

we won!!!

a toast to your memory

It was a great day today. 75 degrees, nice breeze, low humidity. So me and Teri walked a bunch. Went to the Guggenheim and checked out some art. Fernand L�ger. We discussed his progression through his career and how different his earlier work was compared to one of his final pieces, "The Great Parade," which he painted a year before his death at the overripe age of 74.




I liked Picasso's "Woman with Yellow Hair."



Later, we saw another woman with yellow hair, you may know her as Murphy Brown. We were walking down Fifth Avenue and Candice Bergen stopped at the crosswalk with us and Teri said, "Wait a minute, isn't that..." and I was like "who?" And then I saw her and said, "oh." We both didn't want to seem like celebrity worshipping assholes so we just shut up. But really I wanted to shout, 'Loved you in Miss Congeniality!' like some kind of rabid fan but I was able to restrain myself after slowly counting to 10. She was wearing grey sweatpants with a thong (yes, i looked) and a sweater around her neck. She walks damn fast.

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Shouts out to: choiboi and dk song in amsterdam - the envelope please...y. peter kim in the 213 - keep bangin, yo...charles lim - where you at kid?...janey jane - i miss you...yoon suk il in korea - stop using my name.

6-cha

my life.

galapagos- right on time.
il bagatto- first time eating in the lounge. calamari was excellent.
10th street lounge - interesting convo with my homeboy keegan about his failed relationship.
tribe - the non-gay guy, talking to my dad about inheritance money, dictation, 2 grey goose martinis...i pick everything up...bah.
W hotel - red light, the latina with the black lipstick, talkin high school football, big chinatown fight...damn.
stupid pizza joint owned by koreans who only have pepperoni and broccoli - i'm out.

fuck.

"No, I didn't."

I'm a bad boy. I have many secrets. That is all.

i hate blogging. blogging is lame

so Eugene aka choiboi took off at around 5pm, and five hours later, keegan, my homeboy from high school showed up. yay.

1. APT - it was ok. the best part was when Traci was telling me about how much she hated me. I loved it. she loved it. she's gone.

2. Remote Lounge - lame. I peed in the corner on some shit.

3. Guernica - lame. what do you expect on a wednesday night.

4. Sidewalk - dummies don't like burgers i guess.

5. Nino's pizza - fuckers gave my damn gyro away, but i made them pay...

6. Cherry tavern - whatever. tequila special x2. i was tired.

So I'm thinking about:

A. Moving my blog to an unknown address.

B. Password-protecting this blog or a future blog.

C. Quitting blogging and writing my shit in Microsoft Word.

D. Nothing.

E. To hell with everything and spill the beans.

Winner is You!

represent BK to the fullest...


Robert Varkonyi of Brooklyn, N.Y., poses with his $2 million dollar winnings Friday, May 24, 2002, at the Binion's Horshoe Casino in Las Vegas. Varkonyi won the 33rd World Series of Poker. The queen and ten card on the money was his winning hand in the no-limit Texas hold-em game.(AP Photo/Joe Cavaretta)

I haven't posted a good entry in quite some time. I find that putting the details of my life down publicly on the internet gets me into trouble.

The Gist (in exclamation mode) :

I met michael for a drink...carne. had no idea anything like that existed above 100th St.

an attractive girl
fool you at first glance
a mildy attractive girl
(willing to make a play at the bar)
she very naturally asks for a cigarette
not too sweet, not too eager
so anyway...
minds her own business, sort of
banter, pleasantries
playful bantries are exchanged
korean calligraphy
if you say i look chinese i'll kill you
(i want to get into your bantries)
what
look at me
don't I?
no, you don't
too eager
knows how to use makeup, but has a big pleasant head
so anyway...
how old are you?
30
no you're not
i'm not?
hey, is he 30?
disinterest
yeah, he is
how old are you?
24
how old is she?
24
she work here?
I dunno
so anyway...
wow, you have a lot of tapes
do you have the top gun soundtrack
she is smart enough to know when she is being made fun of
i didn't mean to, it just came out
so anyway!

Just got back from the graduation day festivities. It was nice to schmooze, but it's sort of sad at the same time. One year is too short, I suppose. Oh well, most of my fellow students will be staying in New York so I guess we will meet each other again as industry people. But the innocence will be lost, to some extent. I dunno. So me and eugenius are gonna go down to a korean restaurant in about an hour and meet up with my parents and have a dinner celebration. after that, I guess we're drinking. It never ends.

love,

Peter

friday - went out, drank, drama.
saturday - slept all day, hi there, went to hick's party where i drank, went home, got a nice roast beef & onion hero on the way back.
sunday - slept all day, went on a boat, drank, went to a club, drank, passed the baton on the 2x100 relay, got called on it, my back hurts.
today - will recover, party tonite, will probably drink.

I hate drinking.

Ondal or Offdal?

damn, i missed my appointment with prof garland. oh well. it was a long day, yesterday. The Professor's House Party World Tour 2002 is going good but this lifestyle can become quite draining. I made a mistake in a previous entry about Prof Brenner's thing. It was actually yesterday. The day before yesterday was Prof Garland's party. I would talk about her place and the party but I don't feel like it. Nothing too interesting happened anyway.

Prof Brenner's house was nice. I rang the bell, announced myself, she answered. I gave her the requisite kiss on the cheek and asked where everybody was. she said they're in the garden. the garden? i went to the back with my glass of cab sauv and entered "the garden." it was nice. that is all. uh, she lives in a 3 story townhouse. the roof has a nice trellis and she's growing lettuce. the roses are blooming. we ate well. i got my wine on. me and e-dog joked around a lot, talked shit to each other. he bounced a little early cuz he said he had to meet up with this girl. later on, i crossed paths with him at a crosswalk. i didn't see him until the last minute and when I yelled at him, he didn't seem to notice. anyway, met up with choiboi later on and his ass was late as usual. it was wack cuz the girls gave us shit later on cuz we were late but whatever.

man, this entry is ddong. i am going to quit. i think i'm gonna take a blogging vacation. bye.

i'm done with school. yay. now time to get a job. bah.

Hit and Run

The kid was lying on the street like a dead fish.

About two minutes earlier, he and his friend and girlfriend were coming out of a Korean bar on 32nd Street. So were we. It was me, my brother and DK. I had said something about the bar sucking or something like that and the kid said some shit that I don't remember but it was like subtle shit talking.

His friend sensed that some beef was brewing and he was like c�mon man, he�s drunk, blah fuckin blah. We get outside and we're on the sidewalk and the shit talker is talkin' shit to my brother, all the while this little dummy is yappin in my ear. Then all of a sudden the guy takes a swing at my brother.

I see that shit and it�s all over. I jump him, get him in a choke hold and take him down and DK and my brother start beating him down. It was all instinct. All I remember is hearing my voice yelling "Kick him in the face, kick him in the face..." It really didn't sound like me, i guess it was a combination of adrenaline and other shit. Kinda scary, I�m a lover not a fighter.

Anyway, his friend does absolutely nothing and after like 30 seconds we get up and run away. My brother is a damn lawyer, he doesnt need to have an arrest record. We look back and the kid was still lying on the ground motionless. He was probably in . The Masked Avenger doesn't fuck around with his sleeper holds. Anyway, we caught a cab and drove away, laughing our asses off.

Here is a recreation of the events as they unfolded.
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Prequel

I was staring at some girl cuz she was cute and she said, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!!" The end. DK, hook us up with the pics...hahaha.

my new revamped site:

damn, i just woke up. my head hurts. we got into two fights last night, one with a guy and one with a girl. details to follow.