i miss the good ol cali-o

a few weeks ago, i made the trip back out to san francisco and san diego. after a week, i came back to ny depressed which motivated me to write my previous blog. it truly felt like home to bask in the san diego rays, cuttin down the wide freeways, and just plain 'illin with my college bros. i think it's so weird how i can just lay around shootin the shit, wasting time, and be completely 100% comfortable. it's something in the cali air...

the Yaaaay heeeeey...















Crystal Dawn chillin for ol' times sake


















can YOU resist his sexual chocolateness? neither can I...


















watch out foo, i'm pouring you another cup of russian wata


















come here teisuke sooky sooooky...

who do i look like?

According to www.myheritage.com, I look like:

i was once told i should try out for a pitching position. 'spose it's better than catching. harhar. Byung-Hyun Kim




















hmmm, i don't get as many girls as this guy, Jay Chou















yeeeeaaah! a movie stah, Stephen Chow


















I do this in the shower: Sammo Hung



















and finally someone I can be proud to say I resemble, Tia Carrere




















i didn't realize how azn i was until this...

What's real

It's 6:30am and I have been contemplating in bed for the past two hours. It was "hump" day, a promising term used to reference getting past the proverbial hump of the week to see the weekend near. Yet, this Thursday and Friday are going to be looooong highly caffeinated days. I feel bad that I can't be fully energized for my Cali visitors, Chris and Kristen, amidst these past couple weeks of restless nights. Needless to say, there have been a lot on my mind, and one conclusion was especially worth remembering decades down the line. Hence my insomniantic post this early in the morning.

I spent the last two hours contemplating the differences between my old friends in Cali and my new friends in NY. My NY friend succintly described NY relationships to be "touch and go," with little time spent to actually understand a person. It's easy to meet people left and right out here but there's little authenticity in the interactions. Now that's not always true and there is nothing inherently wrong with that, but I just know it's not my style and I wonder how much longer I will be perturbed...

There are only a few people outside my family that I positively and unquestionably trust. Yet, a passing acquaintance may wrongfully judge a couple of them as, well... to put it bluntly, asses. Funny how that is. I think a better way of describing their ass-itude is to say that they are just being "real." Subconsciously, I knew within a short period of time that these people were worth having lifelong friendships with. Consciously, it has taken many many years to undesrtand the reasons why I trust them so. I believe in their word, and their heartfelt apologetic sincerity when they must break their word. I believe they have no hidden agenda. I believe they make small sacrifices for me without expectations. I believe they tell me when I'm wrong but concurrently respect my own choices. As I examine myself, I wonder if my respect for them is adequately conveyed. I even wonder if I have these qualities as a friend since I can remember instances where I falter. Despite Chappelle's depiction of when "being real goes wrong", I think being real is the seed that develops into the old-growth tree that I can lean on.