Monday, August 28, 2006


"To thee we ask aloud... Who art thou?!"

"We are the iscariots... The legion of Jude Iscariot!"

"Now I ask of thee, Iscariots... What is it thou hast clutched in thy right hand?!"

"We're clutching the dagger... We're clutching the poison!"

"Then, Iscariots, I ask of thee... What doth thou grasp firmly in thy left hand?!"

"We're grasping 30 pieces of silver... We're grasping a halter made of straw!"

"If that's the case... What are thee, Iscarot?!"

"We are apostles, yet not apostles." "We are disciples, yet not disciples." "We are believers, yet not believers." "We are traitors, yet not traitors!!"

"For our sins, when the time comes, we will cast these 30 pieces of silver into the temple...and hang ourselves with this halter made of straw"

Friday, August 25, 2006

ducks in Beijing

Actually, come to think of it, I think these are chickens.

Poultry doing it doggie style.

There are actually two eggs beneth the happy couple. Insemination an birthing at the same time, that's a busy love tunnel.

Thursday, August 24, 2006


I wonder if I swallowed an RFID chip I can subsequently track my poo as it goes through the city sewer system?

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Alex and Dong - before coming to the US

I knew if I dug deeper into the archives I come up with historical photos of people I know. Here I have uncovered photos of Alex and Dong working on the rice paddy before smuggling themselves in rice bales into the United States.

Why Alex have a woman's body back in the old country is beyond me. Maybe the food there is different.

rice rice baby

Monday, August 21, 2006

oscar de la mariachi

I always wondered what Oscar would look like dress in a sombrero and a poncho. Now through the technology of Photoshop, I too can make a poorly doctored photo to satisfy my take on reality. Just like Reuters.

reminds me...

of someone I know...

Sunday, August 20, 2006


Time to trim my fingernails. I hear tell that fingernails grow twice as fast as toenails. But it has been my recently belief that mine are faster still. I trim my toenail once a month, or when I notice ventilation holes cut by the big toe. I trim my fingernails about once a week, mainly due to two reasons.

My fingernails get black when they are long. Once in awhile I will use an exacto knife to scrape off the nail-boogers when a nail clipper isn't handy. I wonder if these things build up from my occational nostril spelunking. But that mustn't be it because how can that activity lead to scum under my thumb?

It really sounds the alarm when I type. I type with my fingertips. With long nails, each strik of the keys produce a "clack clack clack" sound accompanied by jarring vibrations through my finger joints. Maybe this brings about capal tunnel. Either way, drives me nuts.

Friday, August 18, 2006

congestive heart failure

Congestive heart failure is where the heart weakens and can no longer pump enough blood to the other organs in the body. This causes the person to become weak and unable to exert themselves. As blood slows in the body, it causes congestion in the organs and other parts of the body. Edema, or swelling of tissues, occurs. Congestive heart problems also affect the kidneys ability to process sodium and water. This water is often transported and deposited into the lungs. As the water in the lungs build, the person becomes unable to draw breath, and the added pressure in chest cavity often induces vomiting.

That was what my mother went through yesterday.

Within 12 hours, the doctors extracted over 3 liters of excess water via diuretic drugs and a cathetor. Most of the water probably came from her lungs. Blood test reveals that she may have secondary infections as well.

When I visited her in the hospital, she seemed to be doing well. She complains the hospital food is too bland and need salt. Salt is what's killing her. I guess 77 years of dietary habits are hard to overcome. We signed off Do Not Resuscitate papers.

It's funny that I don't feel a thing. It's not numbness. Just without feelings.

At her age, emergency chest compressions to revive her would break most of her ribs. Statistically she would only have 10% chance of revival from such procedure. She would live in pain and be immobile, constrained to a wheelchair for month should they were able to revive her.

She's doing better. I think she'll recover. With some dietary changes, maybe live healthily for years to come. It's the only mother I have, and I don't want her to go away. But she's so damn stubborn that I know she's going to do what she wants to do.

I wanna scream.

Alright. Time to go visit the hospital.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006 zombie...

Johnny's World in Zombie

Monday, August 14, 2006

swimming in a cocktail of urine

Went out with the guys on Saturday. We were supposed to go to pi-rem, some kind of artsy gallery bar type of place that was sure to have expensive imported booze. Being frugal and having just spent a great portion of our life savings for our recently acquired master degrees, we all decided to hit Shanghai Tunnel for some $2 PBRs.

$2 for a 20 oz. can of Pabst. Can't go wrong with that.

We got talking about the labels while drinking way too much of the stuff. According to the label, Pabst was established in the early 1800's. For 30 or so years, they won no awards. Sometimes in the 1850's they won a blue ribbon and was voted as "America's best beer". This during a time where there were no microbrews, no Bud, Miller, or Coors. Competition is, well, thin. They have been touting the blue ribbon ever since.

But who the hell give out blue ribbons for winning? Last I checked, national competition for food and beaverage is a 6 foot check and a 4 foot trophy. What county fair did Pabst get their Blue Ribbon? Last ribbon I got was for the 400 meter dash in elementary school.

That said, we still drank the PBR despite other beers available. Drinking, of course, yield the side effect of peeing. Shanghai Tunnel has one bathroom each for those with a protruding genitalia and for those without.

The one that I frequent is backed up. The bowl collects more than it is able to drain. There was a line and Oscar was in front of me. The last person leaves, and Oscar does his thing. He opens the door and I enter, adding urine on top of urine.

As I came out, Oscar was talking to someone in line.

"Hey Oscar, I just had a though while peeing." Said I.

"Shit." Replied Oscar.

"I was just thinking. I had sex earlier, and there are some residual sperm in my urinary tract. As I peed into the toilet, my little spermies are swimming around in a soupy cocktail of our collective urine."

Saturday, August 12, 2006

master degree!

It's finally over!

Ceremony is done! I now have my master degree. It's 5 years later than I planned, but hey, I done did it.

Couldn't have asked for better weather.

A bit sad that I'll never see most of these people I have struggled with for the past two years with. Some of them I'll see once in a while, some of them have become lifelong friends.

I was never there to "network". Nah. Too fake for me. It speak of socializing purely based on economic values. Kinda make life into an equation of pluses and minuses. The few friends I made I will treasure for life.

Plan for near future. Take 30 day rest. Rest my mine, my psychy, my inner being. Then actively figure out what I want to do, and persue it with the feverent drive of a crusader toward the infadels.

When will I see my first million?

Thursday, August 10, 2006

such a waste of my time

The final project draws near. Last presentation before I graduate.

So why is it that I feel such unease and total boredom with those I work with?

The lack of creativity? The thinnest attempt to even try and perform? The complete uselessness of all those involved in something that I can do myself in but one fortnight?

I just spent several hours locked in a room with people in my group finishing up the PowerPoint slides that is to recue me out of this drugery of a masters program. I walked into the thing having written over 40 pages of white paper material that directly impacts the project only to a near blank presentation because no one else has even contemplated that a basic structure should have already been put together.

Hours pass as I see one person fidgeting around with research document online looking to summarize what I can, at a glance, do in mere minutes. The other person is figeting with the positions of research photos; a vain attempt in basic artistic creativity, and failing. The third person is at least honest - falling asleep with his cheek on the laptop.

I leave to have dinner and hit the gym to spend excess energy. 3 hours pass and I return to those I mildly distain to continue working with.

1 page was finished.

One slide.

I sit hours longer to see 3 more slides composing of no content, but merely photgraphs, being resized and labeled.

My turn for the next two slides. It takes me less than 5 minutes.

They run through the presentation in order to prepare for the actual thing. They are all extremely tired from having just returned from Asia and not adjusted.

Why go through the motions when your heart is not in it? Do they really think when all else is exhausted, meaningless work equates to hard work, and that somehow translates to productivity? I think not.

I will be glad that within 12 hours, I will be done with this project. Those who have worked with me on this will be questionable if they ever work with me again. The miscommunication, lacking in any type of management, and total unprepareness of their work is enough to put me in a world of catatonic apprehension.

Maybe I should have not let them manage this project. Maybe my thought that "let them gain the experience of self management" has backfired. In any case, I can see all of these people need more experience than a gung-ho attitude.

Until then, it's sayonara from me. I'm off to do my own things.

Sunday, August 06, 2006


God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can; and
the wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;
enjoying one moment at a time;
accepting hardship as the pathway to peace.

Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it.
Trusting that He will make all things right, if I surrender to His will.
That I may be reasonably happy in this life,
and supremely happy with Him forever in the next.

Friday, August 04, 2006

how to be a joo

One thing I never understood is why so many people come to the defense of the Jews. Sure, they had it bad at the hands of the Germans for a few years and faced near extinction. But by the same logic that I think reparation is a bad idea, protecting Jews over any small perceived offense is worse.

When you call a black guy "nigger", Mexican a "wetback", or Chinese a "chink", you get labled as a racist. One word. Racist. It covers all form of racial intolerance wheather your background is Southern Baptist or Southern KKK. You can believe that Licoln was wrong to free the slaves (cuz it gave rise to the Mexican incursion due to low wage labor needs) or scream white power in front of a Korean restaurant, there is only one word. Racist.

But if you question the authenticity of the holocaust, or make any remark that there seems to be a disproportionate number of people with Jewish descent in the banking and film industry, you will be given a unique label. Anti-semite.

Why the special case? Many Japanese deny that the Rape of Nanking existed, but there isn't a special label for that. Southern California has a caution sign of a Mexican family crossing the highway, and we all have a good laugh. Black Panther's militant dislike of white people is merely a curiosity. None have special names.

Heck, even when the Jews bombed 50 some children in Lebanon we call it justified war action. Anyone else does it, and we'd have repeated Iraq all over them. Why the special treatment? Why does the Western world love Jews so much more than God did in the Old Testament? They killed Jesus, for Christsakes.

The answer is probably complicated, and I'm too lazy to do any research. Instead I looked into of how to become a Jew. And here is how:

So You Wanna Convert to Jedaism?

I'm not sure I'm ready for a briss right away. Having a rabbi poking for blood on my purple one-eyed trouser snake isn't something a man at my age can easily accept. But the other terms aren't so bad...

With the Jews better protected than Pentagon's CIA files, who wouldn't consider the possibility of becoming Jewish?

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

hello kitty vader

It's official. The Imperial Armies of Hello Killty has taken over the Galaxy Far Far Away.