"Love Vigilantes"

Oh I've just come
From the land of the sun
From a war that must be won
In the name of truth
With our soldiers so brave
your freedom we will save
With our rifles and grenades
And some help from God
I want to see my family
My wife and child waiting for me
I've got to go home
I've been so alone, you see

You just can't believe
The joy I did recieve
When I finally got my leave
And I was going home
Oh I flew through the sky
my convictions could not lie
For my country I would die
And I will see it soon
I want to see my family
My wife and child waiting for me
I've got to go home
I've been so alone, you see

When I walked through the door
My wife she lay upon the floor
And with tears her eyes were sore
I did not know why
Then I looked into her hand
And I saw the telegram
That said that I was a brave, brave man
But that I was dead
I want to see my family
My wife and child waiting for me
I've got to go home
I've been so alone, you see

My life has officially become Hasbro-fied. I'm the Randy pewter in a reality edition of monopoly. Other than the initial decision to be "Randy" I feel my life has a taken a never ending journey of dice rolls and random community chest cards telling me i owe a billion unpaid parking tickets, have exams that succeed only in testing my sanity, and an empty shell of meaningful relationships. I'm only 21 years old, yet i feel like the end of the monopoly game where you have no property and your only hopes are to dodge everyone's gauntlet of hotels just to reach a little slice of heaven labeled "GO", catch your breath and savor the 200 dollars, just to make another round through hell.


I'm frustrated. If life was a succulent onion or mushroom I'd slap chop the shit out of it. honestly, just put my back into it. that way maybe i could figure it out in pieces rather than its rubics cube entirety.

I wish i could sit down with a few people who could give me perspective. Paul Mccartney, Bruce Lee, Billy Mays, Jesus, and Kathrine Heigl. Thats not the order i'd take them of course, I don't think Jesus would appreciate coming after Billy Mays and I wouldn't really listen to what Kathrine Heigl had to say I'd just stare at her face.. but perspective is what i really want right now. I want someone to give me a good verbal slap to the face (or real slap to the face if it'll do the job) and remind me that people all over the world have it harder than i do, that my life is gonna get harder than it is now, that i don't wanna sit around and be "that guy", and that life is about figuring out yourself, loving people, loving God, and loving life.

As demented minds of matt stone and trey parker once put it via their genius eric cartman: "Life's too short not to do whatever the hell you want to, when you want to."

Snowflakes

Seeing how im on an official blogging rotation with pat and sam, and im up to bat.. i'll try to make this entry less forced and more worth your while. People are awesome. Lately, I've adopted the habit of looking at everyone in my life individually and thinking about what makes them unique. When i look at someone it's like looking at a Monet the first time. You don't necessarily appreciate the colors, then the compilation, then the subject individually or in any order, but rather the masterpiece in its entirety.


This applies of course to the people you actually like in your life. The douchey guy who lives upstairs from you is more like this. An abomination to art. Yet funny in itself.. just like that douchey guy.

Some people really give you that sense of awe. I'm not talking about your crush or that hot guy/girl in class. I'm talking about your childhood friend, the guys you go to vegas with and had a blast, the "girl next door" you confide in, your parents, your siblings, your roommate, and anyone, if missing from you life, would leave a void. In itselft this concept is simple, but if you spend as much time as i have on this you realize you can only hope to be one of these people to others and to treasure your life as time spent with wonderful people. I hope i am or one day will be a Monet rather than the alternative..

Slow and Steady Wins the Backhand to the Face

For some reason I was sitting in class today thinking of cliché proverbs. My mind wandered across one and couldn’t help but laugh and make ridiculous scenarios like I do with everything. Who’re we kidding when we say “slow and steady wins the race”? If Usain Bolt challenged me to a foot race and someone walked up to me before the race started and said “Don’t forget, slow and steady wins the race”, I’d give him the good ole backhand to the cheek. In the long run, sure, slow and steady could eventually get you into that medical scrub or tailored suit, but I can’t help but fantasize about those nonexistent shortcuts to life.. something like that cheap-ass jump off the hill in Wario’s stadium… or at least a mushroom boost.. or maybe a red shell to throw at that Indian kid who aced his organic chemistry test.. cack. Anyways, I was hung up on this piece of “advice” because it applied very directly to a personal dilemma I’ve been dealing with lately. I’m going to be purposely vague because publicizing this would most likely be counter-productive. But what I finally concluded was that certain things in life are worth striving for. It’s gonna hurt and it’s gonna be hard, but if it means that much to you the pros are bound to outweigh the cons.

This past weekend was interesting. My parents left for Vegas and I was left at home with my brother, sister, and her boyfriend John. Saturday was chill and we were excited for Disneyland the next day.. then BAM my sister slices her ring finger open with a gash that could honestly make jigsaw wince. How? She drops a wine glass and tries to catch it but as it reaches the counter-top her hand sandwiches the glass turning it into an elegant grenade. So she’s bleeding all over the place and we’re all a little freaked out. Normally, I’m not squeamish at all and I can completely work with blood and injuries but seeing that wicked cut on my sister’s hand made me a little frantic inside. I was helping her treat it but at the same time felt like crying inside. Anyways, its 2am and we can’t find any 24 hour urgent care centers around Diamond Bar. The E.R. is out of the question b/c she doesn’t have insurance and a few stitches would cost her thousands. So finally, we find an all night urgent care center in Chino hills and haul humongous ass over there to find out the website lied about their hours. In retrospect, that’s SO retarded.. what if someone had a bigger emergency like a stab wound or gunshot.. drive all the way over there to find out their not open and then pass out or die chillin outside. Note to self: write negative review about website. So, at this point Erik and I (my bro) consider suturing her finger ourselves. He’s a premed student who’s sutured a mouse before, and I’m a pre-dent who’s seen a couple power-point slideshows on suturing gums.. hahah. Anyways, my sister doesn’t trust us and we wait till morning. I wish I could’ve sutured her finger.. that would’ve been sick on my dental app.

On a completely separate note, I realized today that women are so much pickier about their frozen yogurt then men are. I had two separate conversations with my girl friends about frozen yogurt. One looked at me like I had confessed to torturing babies when I told her I enjoyed Red Mango and planned in indulge after lecture. The other, who I actually managed to convince to eat Red Mango with me, later made me regret the invitation when she proceeded to lecture me about the quality hierarchy in the frozen yogurt industry. Don’t get me wrong I love food.. and I definitely live to eat, but I feel with something like frozen yogurt they’re all so similar it’s irrelevant where you go.

purpose..

You're probably wondering who this really generic looking chinese guy is.. and I'll tell you. But first, i think i'll indulge you on why i thought his eventual namedrop would be relevant in any way. This past week i've been pacing circles in my head about living a "purpose driven life". Sure, i have goals and aspirations like the next guy, but it's finding the merit in these things that i find standing in the way between self-satisfaction and discontent. I realized just after starting school that the majority of the people who showed up to a party my roommates threw were 17-19. Small talk of choosing majors and beginning their collegiate careers had me shocked at how soon my naive, childish heart would be thrust into graduate school and eventually, the real world. The phrase "the real world" makes me laugh sometimes b/c 1. it's a little cheezy and 2. it makes me think of "The matrix". Thinking about that tho, i realized being a student and living under your parents IS kind of like the matrix. Well, of course some people have it harder than others even as students, but in my case: I'm a completely dependent asian kid who has honestly never made an honest buck in "the real world", whose closest attempt at doing laundry was a walk-along (much like shadowing a doctor), and who still stresses about getting a fastpass at disneyland for space mountain before they run out.
So the guy up top is Yip Man. I just saw a movie based on his life called Ip Man (check it out if you like kung fu flicks) and it turns out he's the most gangster chinese guy ever. I'm not gonna go into a history lesson but he pretty much created a martial art called Wing Chun, brought honor back to chinese people during world war 2 in japanese occupied China, and taught one of the greatest fighters to ever live; bruce lee. Anyways, his biography made me look real close at myself. Here's another list btw you'll notice that i like making lists:
1. I am in fact NOT a kung fu master
2. I am NOT happily devoted to a beatiful wife and son b/c i do not have a girlfriend yet
3. I am NOT loved by everyone in my respective village and fail to receive goodies daily

All these things are of course out of context in my life but they prove a point. I want to change from "i want to be able to.." to "i am able to..". Whatever it is i currently find important, or some hobby/inspiration ill discover in the future, I want to be great at it. As insult to injury i just found out my roommate is loosely titled by Time magazine, "The greatest juggler there ever was". No joke. His name is Vova Galchenko and he is a juggling phenom. Youtube him.

So it's about 2:30am and I'm starting this blog on my bed like a school girl with the hopes that a few of you will enjoy my potentially coherent, grab bag of thoughts and images. For those of you who absolutely have nothing better to do or who are genuinely interested in my rambling, this is for you. Providing insight into a seemingly unprovoked and random urge to start a blog, I feel it's important for you to know a little more about me and my decision to forgo the honor of owning testicles. The very act of creating this blog (regardless of how proud i am of the title) goes against everything I felt i embodied or aspired to be for the former 99% of my life because:
1. Kung Fu masters don't blog
2. Writing is not my forte
3. Kung Fu masters don't blog

However, since turning 21 and spending more time with the guys i truly consider good people and honest friends has made me realize how transient life really can be. Anyways, i felt that at least writing about the eventful things from now on would pay homage to my new found inspiration for living a worthwhile life and remind me every once in a while that my life isn't just centered around organic chemistry and fantasy football. I don't think nature intended the prime of my life to be spent in front of books and computer screens.

So, to kickoff this blog I guess I'll attempt to paint you a portrait of what my life feels like right now. It's sorta like a combination of Jay-Z's song Young Forever and Lionel Richie's Hello. Apples and oranges, i know, but bear with me. One of my bestest friends is in Australia being a skank and i miss her very much. (I kid about the skank part) My free time has been alotted to frequent chick flick marathons, playing beer pong more times than i have meals, feeling like a lazy turd surrounded by guys who P90X religiously, and the feeling like i'm constantly treading water but instead of water it's organic chemistry and mo bio. An uphill battle? definitely. but baby i got the legs.. and the red bull. Anyways, life's feeling pretty good right about now seeing how its a long weekend and USC's season opener is in about 10 hours and I'm going back to disneyland on thursday! And for the filling I'll just throw out a bunch of words and phrases: Conan O'Brien, vegas, melanoma, chipotle, romance, family, world war 2, wing chun, impressionism, and the gym.

Seeing how i'm a bit of a blogging noob and i don't think i should let this first entry drag, I end here with hopes that i haven't inspired you to buy a gun and shoot yourself in the face.