LA feels a lot like hell

onime

watching 21 episodes of samurai deeper kyo in a row must have been the stupidest thing i've ever done. not only it was a test of endurance, that thing was also a rip-off of kenshin with a little twist. sanada is like a feminie version of hiko, mahiro is like a non-bubbly version of misao, yuya is basically kaoru, okuni is nothing but megumi dressed up as yumi, and benitora is there to add a little perverted side to the story

interesting plot-line, regardless. and since i've gone so far as to watch 21 episodes, i shall finish what i have started.

i don't get how anyone could spend an entire summer in glendora. if i leave my air-conditioned room, i'll start sweating like a shaven polar bear stranded in indonesia, but if stay in my room, the air gets so dry my skin turns pale and i start getting bloody eyes. i just hope i can go down to SD soon.

what the hell is it with chairs in the library? no matter where i go, the chair is always too short for the desk.

and apparently, being a 6'2 asian dude doesn't mean you get to win from 5'5 asian girls. take sam for example:





he looks so happy though. i guess i can't blame him for having S&M fetish.

eleven seventeen

about seven minutes ago my airport detected an unprotected weak wireless network.

about three minutes ago the unprotected weak network died.

my summer vacation has been reduced down to looking for places where i can get wireless internet connection. it's too bad i don't live in northern california because i heard that up there even fishies get free wireless.

i love my new digital camera. especially the manual settings. playing around with shutter speed and aperture can really give you good pictures WITHOUT the use of flash. and it's amazing how close it can focus; check these out:









here's a picture of my parents, taken at night, in a room with shitty lighting, and NO flash:



and no, those weren't photoshopped. they're natural colors.

slow down the shutter speed to 1/1 and you get funky looking shit like these:






i need a tripod.

mijority and manority

i gave up. i just don't get it.

i go to minnesota, i see black people and indian people playing cricket everywhere.

i go back to los angeles, i see hispanic moms and their kids in big dirty vans everywhere.

i go down to san diego, i see asian dudes and dudettes drinking boba in their riced-out cars everywhere.

where are all the white people? i thought i moved to america, not india or africa or spain or mexico or hongkong.

brian maertz was right; there should be a club for tall skinny white dudes, because they sure as hell are a minority right now.

vice 1, virtue 0

i have been deprived of fast internet for three days now, you would not believe how happy i was when i found out that the public library has wireless internet.

i asked dad to give me another haircut, since the current one seems to be heading towards the ol' mullet style. my instruction to him was to cut the side and the back so that they dont grow long before the bangs do.

bad instruction. now i look like this stupid jackass from yugioh.



well, not EXACTLY, but whenever i look at myself in the mirror, the only thing that cross my mind is that stupid jackass and i shudder.

funny how when you just want to be alone, people always bug you, but whenever you feel like you could use a company, everyone's avoiding you. with the funny new hairdo, i dressed up like a nerd and went to starbucks, thinking that people would think that i'm a weirdo and leave me alone to edit my comic strip.

i couldn't be even more wrong.

despite my awkward appearance, some people still stopped by and commented, then started yapping for quite awhile about random stuff that i have no interest in. that was one of the very few times i wish i were kristin.

30 minutes before library closes, better enjoy my wireless.