Something corny, French, and romantic…

Dear girl,

I don’t think we’ve met, but know that I love you. (I also hope that you haven’t succumbed to something crazy like sudden infant death syndrome or spontaneous combustion and that you’re doing well but anyways…) 

Darling, you’re strong and you’re wise… and because of this we’ll have much to argue about. I know that our time together will have its stormy weathers and uphill battles, but honestly, which couples wouldn’t? Everyone will have their battles. The perfect couples aren’t the ones that never argue, but the ones that still stand fast after the storm.

I want to be able to laugh with you and enjoy the little things in life like throwing handfuls of bread crumbs at pigeons and brace for the impact of flapping wings or go tree climbing with you and be trapped at the tallest branch because we’d be too scared to come back down, then pass it off as an excuse to watch the moon rise. I want to be able to learn from you… not just how to cook a recipe or how to sail a boat, but how to live life and how to make a relationship last. That’s what I’ll love about you. And in return, I’ll place you above all others and you’ll always come first in my life. Why? Because at the moment I meet you, at the very second you walk into my life, I’ll acquire an eternal debt from you that I’ll try to pay off (in vain) every breathing moment afterwards.

You’re hazardous to my health because every time I see you, my heart will forget to beat. Every time I hear your melodious voice calling me, I’ll forget that I was in the middle of a busy street and only focus on you. But even so, you’re a precious gift from God and I’ll always scratch my head, wondering what the hell I did to even begin to deserve you in the first place, and wondering what kinds of devious things you’ve done to deserve me. You’ll be too good for me, but I’ll try my best to live up to it.

Until we meet,

Bao

 

Nice guys finish last… why?

It’s arguable whether I’m one of the nice ones or not, but I consider myself one. I don’t know, but I hear a lot of girls always complaining about how all of the nice guys are taken and how there are nobody but jerks left. Uh, HELLO? The honest truth is that there are too many of us.

It really sucks when we see someone we like continually chase after a guy who, to put it delicately, is a pure jackass. He’d constantly stand her up or treat her carelessly. And she continues to go after him, day after day, night after night. Why? WHY?

My guess? Girls are a completely different species -__-, And as such, their logic is pure bullshit. Ahh, I’m sounding a bit like Martin.

Honestly?

I’m probably wrong about this, so correct me if I am. Girls hate to be with guys like us. We make the perfect friends. And just friends. When their crush totally owns them, we’re the ones they come to because we already got the tissues and the nonfat ice cream ready =P But when it comes to relationships, they want adventure, something to go after. I mean seriously, if I hooked up with someone, there will be little to no challenges, because nice guys will go out of their way to make their girl happy. No threats are posed, there’s nothing to work towards, and it becomes a dull-fest, like watching a movie with no problems. Well, that’s just my two cents.

Maybe I should switch sides. But really, I don’t think I can, because I’m just a pleasant person in general. It takes effort to break through my steel bars of happiness to reach the anger inside. As Freud would say, my id is too suppressed by my super ego. (I hate psychology >.<)

In the end, there’s always a good chance that the “bad guys” will win. But if you stick to your side long enough, maybe it’ll pay off. Maybe. Maybe….

“Ah who cares! I repel women…” Ross

I’ve never hated irony… oh the irony…

It’s pretty ironic how planning ahead your life can make you want to shoot yourself.

What lies ahead

They all say that people are naturally scared of the unknown, a popular example being death. I suppose I’d be a fool to say that I’m not scared. That’s some really strong medicine for me. The last time I was seriously afraid of something was back in elementary school. 

What would be really fucked up is when I finally reach the end (oh I will) and it turns out not one campus will accept me, then what?

What would also be really fucked up is when I finally get to study aerospace and I end up absolutely abhoring it. Then what?

Oh the irony…

At journey’s end…

I know that recently, all of my posts have either been protected or about card tricks. Since this one isn’t protected, it’ll be about magic a destination I’ve reached and some thoughts about my training to become someone other than an ordinary college student. In other words, magic! I’m really excited. I try my hardest to slowly ween off of this topic, so maybe this will help.

I find it hard to believe that five to six months ago, I was utterly baffled and awed at Jennifer’s prowess when she showed me an epic card trick that still catches me off-guard today (Marcus, Nam, and Jennifer herself deemed it simple but WTF!) However, six months worth of self-training and countless random audiences had led me to… last Friday. It’s sad really, but that was the day that all of my efforts were focused on, because it was the day I met Jennifer. She’s still awesome as usual but I still had no quelms making her feel how I’ve felt the last six months. I’ll give myself a golden sticker and an A+ because everything went off without a hitch and I had left her dazed, confused and hopefully extremely impressed. Still, it was disappointing for me, because I sort of expected something inside of me to release. Maybe I was looking for a profound moment that Hollywood sterotypes oh so well with tears, sweeping music, and a single awesome line, usually “I love you,” or “And that’s when it hit me.” But instead, all I could think of was

so now what?

With Jennifer threatening vengeance, I don’t see any further purpose in learning card tricks. People always say that quality is better than quantity. Since a deck of cards is something that seperates me from everyone else, I won’t lose it completely. But why should I learn anymore? So… maybe that’s how it ends. Or maybe that’s how it’ll end with me and begin with her. Who’s going to know?

And that’s when it hit me. Maybe in my search for personality, I’ve unwittingly created my own. There are so many unique people out there that I was terrified of being a mix of the world with none of myself. They say that a large part of who you are is influenced by the events that you participate in and the people who you deemed worthy to be your friends. Hopefully, I’m more than just a combination of the people I’ve met.

On a seperate note, I’ve decided to become more religious. They say that many people believe in God but still walk the path of Satan. I refuse.

On another sperate note, I’m thinking about Vblogging. So whoever doesn’t want to be in it, tell me now. If I hear nothing from you, then I assume you’re fine with it or you don’t go on here anyways (whatever you don’t know won’t hurt you )

My phone was recording while leaning inside that one area between my car when it caught this…

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The 1-percentile

Ah Joey, you crack me up so much

This made me cry a river (on the inside of course. I’m much too macho for tears =P

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Memories in a tofu

I got one after all...

I could try to make an inspirational post like Teresa had on that memorable day. But no matter how impressive or straight forward I may write, it will never do that day justice, that day of October 24th, 2oo9. So instead, I’ll take every ounce of memory of that day… every sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch… every shred of joy and laughter… and cram it all into this little tofu guy, a 3in. x 3in. x 3in. little mascot of 10/24/2009.

On a seperate note… I was incredibly touched at the sheer number of birthday wishes I got from people, because taking even a few seconds out of their lives to type in a happy birthday shows that they thought of me in those short seconds and that they care. I’ll curse the day I take any of you for granted.

The jackass…

The jackass had a hard morning of work and was anxious to leave for lunch. The second every single hand was pointing at the twelve, he was outta there in a whirl of black, leaving behind unfinished paperwork and an idle computer screen. He rushed downstairs, as he was only on the second floor, and put on his business suit. The jackass went through the double door exit and saw a meter maid writing out a ticket. The meter timer was expired and it was more than three feet from the curb.

“Aw, come on honey, give a man a break.”

The meter maid continued to write, ignoring the jackass. The jackass raised his voice.

“Bitch I’m talking to you!”

The meter maid finished writing the ticket, stuck it on the windshield, and began to write another one! The jackass swiped the finished ticket and tore it up. The meter maid, never looking up, finished her second ticket, stuck it on, and began to write two more tickets. The jackass swore and the meter maid continued to write, never looking up, though admittedly looking a little red in the face.

The little war continued and at the end of five minutes, the entire windshield of the car was covered in tickets. Fines for parking, fines for litter… Satisfied, the ever-silent meter maid continued along her way. The jackass, out of breath, observed the car’s windshield.

He cracked a small smile.

“Good thing that ain’t my damn car…”

Berkeley was fun

That’s pretty much all I have to say. Gone were the days where I would describe each and every story with loving detail. The journey just keeps getting better and better and I just soak in more and more memories until I no longer have enough effort or patience to talk about everything. In a nutshell, Marcus and I took BART, overshot one station, fixed it, came out, met with others. Took a short tour and went to everyone’s dorm. FFW…FFW… met Teresa’s roommates and Marcus’s old friend (also a Christine. Surprisingly easy to talk to and) FFW… FFW… went to an Ethiopian place and ate with our hands. Did some card tricks. Teresa keeps wanting me to do what she calls THE magic trick. Sorry, but I’d prefer doing “THE” magic trick to a girl that isn’t George. Came to BART and… *plays normal speed* got the best and tightest hugs ever. Christine’s hug was really gentle and I could tell she wanted to put a lot into it. Teresa’s and Cassandra’s hugs nearly squeezed the life out of me. But those felt so good I wouldn’t mind dying from them

Maybe because no one ever hugs me… =[

But I digress. I met new people at Berkeley and all of them were really cool. Teresa’s roommates were kinda good looking ;P I’d be surprised if they were still single. And their dorm had a cozy feeling, maybe because of the decor and the lighting. It wasn’t the most pleasant stay though, because the place I chose to sit smelled like socks. Then I noticed I was sitting next to a bunch of hiking shoes. Serves me right I guess.

On a seperate note, Marcus and I were thinking about making some card routines and doing joint tricks. I don’t know how that’d work but it’ll be fun working it out. He told me something I never consciously realized or never bothered to care: card tricks can be chick magnets! Holy crap! What a revelation! What used to be a lame attempt to get back at Jennifer ends up like this… I’m happy =P Though I don’t see why since I don’t plan on getting a girlfriend until I’ve transferred.

This post was fun because it’s the first one that I’ve just typed and didn’t go over and edit. Typed and published like that. It’s gonna suck because I’ll probably wake up and think, “OH SHIT why’d I type that?”

Laters